Seventeen x Reader Imagines

Woozi - Pledis Asylum for the Criminally Insane Part 1

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mental illness, death, gore etc...

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Jihoon was never one to get close to other people because of his illness, he was too scared they would get hurt. He spent most of his time by himself with only music to accompany him. That was before he got put in Seventeen, he learned how to lower his barrier around the others after months of them trying to get through to him. Adapting to each of their addictive personalities made him appreciate them being in his life and accepting him for who he is.

The day they found out about his illness was pretty traumatic for all of them. Finding their group mate huddled in the corner of his studio in the middle of a panic attack telling 'them' to go away, arms over head and nails digging into scalp, hard enough to draw small amounts of blood that sunk under his nailbed. The two other unit leaders lead everyone else out to room to avoid overcrowding in the already intense situation. Jihoon did not even notice the extra presence in the room until he felt a hand slightly graze him arm, he flinched his arm away instinctively and cowered while looking up only to see his hyungs instead of his previous hallucination. It was at this time he knew his secret was out and he would have to confess the condition that he has hidden for the majority of his life.

It had been a few months since Jihoon had confessed to the other leaders and the secret was whispered to the other members who knew not to address the situation. Although the circumstances of the reveal was shocking to everyone, it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, the support he got from his 12 brothers made them become closer than ever.
Whenever one of his episodes were upon him, there was now always someone there to bring him back to reality. But when he was on his own they only seemed to intensify, that's what happened on that day.

He came back to the dorm after pulling an all nighter at the studio to grab some food and a change of clothes. Not turning on the light to the room he walked straight to the fridge and opened it, the light from inside illuminating half the room like he expected it to. He grabbed the nearest bottle of water and screw off the cap tacking a quick sip, putting his arm behind the door to close it and turn back to the living-room he paused before the the light had fully faded from the closing door seeing a sunken and mutated face in the corner of the room before it went back to pitch black.

Jihoon immediately panicked and the bottle fell to the ground and created a puddle by his feet. His knees went weak as he put his back against the counter and leaned on it for support that was when he heard the footsteps slowly coming towards him, every other second like they were teasing him with how slow they were before he felt an unknown presence in front of him. Scared to make any sudden movements the boy stretched his arm along to counter to grab any form item to ward them off. By the time his hand came across and wrapped itself around the weapon the footsteps had stopped but the feeling of breath brushing his face did not comfort him. In the dark the silhouette's hand raised and was slowly coming down towards him, in him panicked mindset he got full grip of the object and thrusted it towards the shadow as well as his free hand to shove the figure away to free a pathway for his escape. A pained noise filled the room and Jihoon took that as his window of opportunity but the first step he took coincidently had him on his back and in the puddle of water he had previously made.

The pain of the fall caused his brain to come back and be blinded by the light that had been turned on without his knowledge. He groaned and sat up his hand soaked from what he presumed to be the water he had spilt, the was until he lifted his hands to dry on his trousers and saw the red substance soaking the palm of his left hand. He stared at the thick liquid and hesitantly turn his head to the side to see his Hoshi on his side cradling a knife that was lodged in the centre of his stomach and blood leaking onto the floor below him adding to the growing puddle. Hoshi's face had already started to pale, his eyes struggling to stay open and breaths quick and shallow. Jihoon's only thought was that it wasn't real, this was his mind playing it's usual twisted games. He called out for someone, anyone, to snap him out of what he would say was the worst hallucination his mind had thought out.

It was only until Seungcheol sprinted into the room had he saw the scene in front of him. Coups immediately grabbed a tea towel from the side and wrapped the towel around the knife, making sure to put pressure around it to stop the bleeding. It was only now that the rest of the members had woken up and had gathered in the kitchen doorway unsure what to do. The leader yelled directions for each boy to do as the group was running frantically round the house to do anything they could to help while they waited for the ambulance to arrive. DK had taken the innovative to comfort the distraught boy cradled on the floor, after realising this was too much for his brain to just create and the truth behind the accident, he had stabbed one of his best friends.

Everything from that point on was a blur for Jihoon as the tears in his eyes blocked his vision of the world. He only remembered seeing flashing lights and being transported to a little quiet room separated from the comfort of his group mates. Sat on a metal chair in the centre of the room, his legs hugged up to his chest, all he could do was stare in front of him at the door that he knew was keeping him from seeing everyone he held dear. His world came crashing down when he heard the whispers outside the door 'Kwon Soonyoung' .... 'pronounced dead after failed surgery at 8:57am' .... 'band mate was responsible but believed to have schizophrenia' ....'Being taken to Pledis Asylum'. After hearing the first part of the conversation on the other side of the thin door Jihoon did not care what happened to him, he had killed someone. And not just a random someone, but someone he cared about and cherished for many years.

When the door opened Jihoon didn't even mutter a word or fight against the hands pulling him up and taking him away once more to the rundown, old building that he had gone passed many times in his years in Seoul. The male always assumed it was abandoned from it inhabitable looking exterior but was proven wrong when dragged through the doors to a cream hallway that stretched as far as his eyes could see with huge metal doors either side of them every couple of steps. Each door had a little window where he saw faces being squished against them looking as the newcomer walked to the nearest empty cell at the end of the corridor, shouts and screams could be heard from down adjacent hallways and bangs from the doors he walked passed were common. He even saw a patient being carried out of a cell screaming and sobbing. Is this what he looked like to other people? Is this what he exposed to his group mates throughout these passed months?
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt the cold metal slid off his wrist and the feeling of being pushed into the room in front,he turned to see the officers who had led him there only to see the metal door slam in his face, with only the tiny window just above eye height for a view.