Next day I went straight to the psychiatrist who was in charge on Taehyung. His name was Kim Seokjin.
I entered his office . " May I come in sir ?" I asked
" Yes." He shouted
As I entered inside the room . I saw a handsome male sitting on a chair next to a wooden desk reading some papers and studs when he lifted his head to look at me.
" Y/N ahh . Hello come here please sit." He said while he pointed towards the chair opposite to him
" Sir I need your help." I said while playing with my finger .
" I wasn't expecting you here after all you're such a brilliant student . You know better than many of us . Well though how can I help you dear." He asked modestly
" Sir , I want to know about this patient who loves to draw."
His eyes grew wider . " You mean Kim Taehyung ?"
" Yes , if that's his name." I said
" Did he sent you here ?" He asked
" Umm.. yes sir but I myself want to know about him. I want to help him. He totally look sane to me~~
He cut me off and spoke , " Y/N he isn't sane . He killed his lover and then painted her sketch with her own blood. He's a psychopath."
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灵魂的景观
Fanfiction" I didn't kill her . She's still alive." He said, his eyes glittering lively " And where is she even ?" I asked as my eyes widened . " Here ! In my sketchbook ." ~*~ "She wanted me to love her more but I only loved my painting. So I made her one...
