Yanking his cart to the side of the hallway, Jimin respectfully bowed his head to the passing nurses before turning to look at the lock pad, illuminated in red. Following what he's been doing for the other rooms, he swiped his card, watching the red turn green. Grasping onto the cold silver door handle, Jimin opened the door, being greeted by the dull white room, and a figure laying on the pale sheets.
Pushing in his cart, he locked eyes with the colourless eyes of the young man lying on the bed. He had dark raven hair that complimented his pale features and plumb pink lips. His white over-sized clothing swamped his figure, but accentuated the black cuffs encasing his wrists and ankles.
They both said nothing, opting in the comfort of the silence between them, before Jimin broke it. "H-hi." The figure blinked, before letting out as small 'Hello' himself. Clearing his throat from how awkward the situation had turned, Jimin focused on his job.
"My name is Nurse Park, and I'll be taking care of you from now on." He tried his best to put on the kindest smile he could muster despite the strange atmosphere. "You don't need to pretend for me, Jimin." The restrained man spoke, shifting the best he can to face the nurse. "I can see through a fake smile, as I have one myself." His voice was monotone, yet carried something comforting for Jimin.
"I-I'm sorry." Unsure himself as to why he was apologizing, he grabbed a cup filled with water along with a blue&red pill, setting them down on the small side table before facing the straps that binded him.
His hands begun to subtly shake as he worked the strap out of the buckle, only undoing his wrists. Propping up some fluffy pillows, he watched satisfied as Jin leaned back against them. Placing the pill and the cup of water into his awaiting hands, he watched quietly as Jin looked at it.
"Don't you think age 23 is too young to lose your mind?" Jin's sudden question caught Jimin off guard. "P-pardon me?" The older chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Nevermind." He placed the pill in his mouth, before drinking from the cup, his white long sleeves sliding down to reveal his pale skin, marred red in discolouration of the cuts that littered his forearm, some appearing fresher than others.
"Beautiful, are they not?" Jin questioned, looking almost lovingly at his exposed arm. Unsure of how to answer his question, Jimin opted to remain silent, taking the now empty cup from his hands before gesturing for him to lay back down.
Jin's eyes never left Jimin as he secured his binds again, gulping every so often from the piercing stare he was receiving.
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"The world is too cruel for someone like you, Jimin." He paused for a moment. "Have a nice day." And suddenly his harsh eyes turned soft, the stare turning into a simple look. He smiled, awkwardly waving his bond hand and the nurse.
Wishing to be in his patients favour, Jimin waved back. "Bye bye... Seokjin."
"Please, call me Jin."
"Alright... goodbye Jin." Jimin smiled, grabbing ahold of his cart before making his way into the hallway, the click of the door locking behind him met his ears. "Wait a moment." He hesitantly turned back around. "How had he known my name?" Calming his raising heart, Jimin breathed a sigh of relief when he remembered he was wearing a nametag. "Then how had he'd known my age?" Ignoring the chills that spread across his body, he tried to move on.
"Alright then, next we have.." He trailed off as he checked his sheet.
"Kim Taehyung, no?" A voice sounded behind him.
Jumping up, Jimin spun around, only letting out a sigh of relief when he realized who it had been: Doctor Kim.
"Doctor, how are you?" He asked politely, a smile spreading across his face. "I'm good... better than you will be in a moment." The doctor's voice dropped as he spoke. Jimin could feel his eyes widening in fear from his words. "W-w-what do y-you m-mean?" He managed to stutter out. "You'll see~" And with that, he left.
"Wait!" Jimin called out to him. "How could have a patient known personally information about me?" Seeming to peak his interest, Namjoon turned around. "Was it Seokjin?" He questioned back. Meekly, Jimin nodded in confirmation. "Aahh, Seokjin. He likes wandering in the asylum's hallways, and always finds his way to my office where I keep my folders. It's why we have him strapped down. Funny, no?" And with that, the turned back around, disappearing around the corner.
"Haha... Funny.... Yeah..." Rigidly, Jimin turned to face the next door, trying to shake off the odd feeling the doctor had given him in their small conversation. It was different from the others, whereas it was built up from steel instead of a typical door.
Swallowing the fear rising in his throat, he reached out to the clipboard hanging in the container beside the door with shaking hands, opening it up slowly to read what was written inside.
Kim Taehyung, 21. Psychopathy. Medicine: Anti-Psychosis
A/N NOTE: I DO NOT GLORIFY SELF-HARM. PLEASE KEEP YOURSELF SAFE.
