The words that Jimin had exchanged with Doctor Kim before he had disappeared around the corner sent shivers down his spine. What had he meant by it?
"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~"
Even just thinking back to it had Jimin breaking out in shivers. Swallowing the fear rising in his throat, he swiped his card, watching with shaking eyes as the light switched from red to green. Reaching out to grab the handle, he couldn't help but notice the trembling of his hand.
Pushing open the door, he is met with a pure white room, the lights dimmed. Yet, he is able to tell it is all made up of a plush material, over the regular walls the other rooms had. Realizing he couldn't push the cart inside, he grabs ahold of the syringe and the pot of medicine he needed before making his way in, the door creaking to a close behind him.
Turning around, Jimin's eyes locked with dark harrowing eyes peering at him, the dim light illuminating his long eyelashes.
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Taking in his appear, he appeared to be youthful, around Jimin's age. Dark long hair, styled as a mullet framed his pale face, and the grey straight jacket he was strapped into hide his frame.
They both said nothing as Jimin tred his way over to him, haven taken off his shoes at the door way, his socks made no sound against the plush flooring. Seeing as there was no furniture in the padded room, Jimin sat on the floor, dutifully shoving the needles tip into the medicine pot, pulling the plug to the top.
Doing his best to ignore the intense stare he was receiving, he reached out to the small openable flap designed into the jacket for him to inject the needle. But as his hand approached it, it stopped as a sob broke through the silence of the room.
"P-please take it off... It hurts" Looking up, Jimin was no longer met with the harsh eyes he saw at first, now they were a softer tone, mudded by the tears spilling over, onto his pale skin, streaking it. "V's in p-pain.."
Jimin's heart filled with pity, but he knew better than to unlock Taehyung's bindings. But who was V?
'If he is bounded, it's for a reason' He thinks, clearing his thoughts as he tried to push the guilt growing in his heart as he looks into his sad, reddened eyes. Clearing his throat he opened the small latch for the needle, pushing it into the pale flesh, before pushing the plug down. Finishing up, he removed it, yet, Jimin felt no urge to leave.
Feeling as though they had gotten off to a bad start, he shifted, sitting in front of the bound person. Letting a genuine smile break onto his face, he spoke. "I'm Nurse Park, and I'll be taking care of you from now on." Taking the teary eyed man's silence as a bad sign, he kept speaking. "I hope I we can become friends, Taehyung."
"T-Tae... What friend would keep the other bound like myself?" Taehyung's voice came out hoarse, as though he had not used it in a long time. "I-I'm sorry.. But I can't undo your jacket..." The atmosphere was becoming more and more awkward between them.
"It hurts..."
"I understand but I still c--"
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurtsIT HURTS" Taehyung's cries become more and more frantic as tears fall from his eyes, struggling against the jacket that keeps his arms bound to his chest.
Cracking under his cries of pain, Jimin caves in. "I-I won't release you... but I could loosen it." His thrashing slowly halts, his cries becoming soft whimpers as he allows Jimin to move closer to him.
Carefully, Jimin loosens the straps of his straight jacket, taken note of Taehyung's relaxing posture the more he loosened it.
Suddenly, the atmosphere changed drastically as Jimin sat back, Taehyung's hollow laughter echoing through the padded room.
"You're stupid if you believe a psycho" He struggles against the bindings, the buckles popping open from the strain put on them.
Gulping, Jimin stood up quickly, dashing to get to the closed door. He let out an unexpected yelp as a hand wrapped around his ankle, yanking him down, his chin colliding with the soft flooring. Feeling a weight settle on his lower back, he began to panic, only to stop when he felt the sharp tip of the needle he had used press into the side of his neck.
Jimin could feel himself breaking out in a cold sweat as he did his best to look at Taehyung though the corner of his eye.
"Please die" Taehyung laughed maniacally, lifting up his arm before swinging it down.
The door swung open, slamming against the padded walls, before security guards rushed inside. Shocked by their arrival, Taehyung's hand stops midway. He is ripped of from Jimin, kicking, screaming, and biting them as they sedate him.
Breathing quickly, Jimin developed tunnel vision. Only being see what's in front of him, only hearing his rapid heartbeat, and Taehyung's screams. A sudden hand falling onto his shoulder snaps him out of his daze.
