Seventeen x Reader Imagines

Woozi - Pledis Asylum for the Criminally Insane Part 2

Warnings: Mental Illnesses, Mentions of death

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It had been around 2 months since Jihoon had entered the run down building and he had not left the room they had first stuffed him into. With no human interaction other than a guard or doctor shoving a tray of food through the tiny window at least once a day, to say his mind hadn't stopped with the tricks they play was an understatement. Gone were the days when the monsters would fuel his paranoia, they were now replaced with his best friend... or now past best friend. Jihoon somehow took comfort in the face he still had the chance to see, even if he knew it wasn't real, he was the only interaction Jihoon had communicated with properly since being there. The two of them would sit cross legged on either end of the small metal frame bed, sometimes just staring but other times having a full, in depth conversation about previous experiences like they had when he was still alive.

During these 2 months, the guards had mostly forgotten that there was anyone in the cell at the end of the corridor, there was no screams, cries or shouts coming from behind the door like there was in every other room. It was only at mealtime where one guard opened the window to give the quiet male his tray for the day when a therapist had decided that he was safe to join the lesser criminals in the asylum.

Jihoon was in a little world of his own, staring at the hallucination of his deceased friend when he heard a jingle of keys and the heavy door to his cell being scraped across the floor until it was halfway open. There he saw the lanky guard swinging his keys around his fingers and looking at him through the gap in the door, jumping to his feet quickly Jihoon stared wide-eyed at the guard in shock as he made a nodding motion to step out of the cell. Somehow trusting the prisoner, the guard started to walk down the hallway expecting the inmate to follow, instead Jihoon just stood staring at the new person unable to voice his concerns. The guard stopped walking when he noticed the absence of footsteps slapping lightly against the tile floor behind him and turned to face the curious human behind him.

"You're going to lunch in the cafeteria, after inspection you were deemed safe to be in the lunch hall with the others, supervised of course." The guards sentence seemed to put the male at ease and he quietly swallowed his nervousness and followed the guard silently who had already began to walk down the hallway, for every 1 step that the man in front took, it took 2 for Jihoon to try and catch up, but he was used to keeping up with tall people and their long legs.

After what felt like dozens of winding corridors that each looked alike, they arrived at an oddly placed wooden fire door that was pushed open to reveal around 30 other prisoners all conversing noisily while eating lunch, which looked a million times better than the dull and flavourless slop that he had been receiving everyday in his cell. Before being given instructions on what to do the guard had already wondered of to stand by one of the nearby walls, leaving Jihoon standing awkwardly in the doorway as he figured out where to go and what to do. Pulling uncomfortably at the sleeves of his uniform that all the inmates seemed to share he placed one foot in front of the other cautiously to join the short queue and copying what everyone in front of him was doing, grabbing a tray from in-front of him he took small side steps to get to each option of food that was on offer, settling with only a small bowl of chicken noodles as well as a box of what seemed like orange juice. Turning to the tables a wave of anxiety hit hard as Jihoon stared at each of the tables that occupied at least 6 people to each, people he had no intention of interacting with. Weaving between the tables, he gained only glares from each table that he approached from the occupants as if to scare him away, and it worked. After being glared at for the 3rd time, out of the corner of his eye he spots the smallest 4-seat table against a far wall which only sat one small girl, seemingly observing the world around her with narrowed eyes. Her uniform appeared to hang off her shoulders with small sweater-paws at the end of her arms, her hair was long and untamed, she looked as if she had been here for a long time so why was she not with anyone else?

Jihoon approached the small table, slowly waiting for the glare that he had received from everyone else in the room but it never came, you had spotted him walking in your direction and simply carried on observing the multiple scenes of both chaos and calm in front of you. Jihoon took that as the all-clear that the table was free to sit at, he pulled out the seat diagonal from you that faced the wall and hoped to slip out of the awful reality, waiting for his mind to bring Hoshi back to comfort him in this uncomfortable situation.

"Don't sit there, your back is to everyone, you won't be prepared if something happens," you spoke softly not even looking at him.

Jihoon's concentration broke as he self-consciously turned his head to look over his shoulder at a couple of people from the table over, smirking in his direction as if they had planned to cause trouble with the new guy. He pushed his tray over to the other side of the table and hopped to the chair opposite to where he was previously, he mumbled a thank you to you, who was now next to him. Picking mindlessly at the food on his tray, Jihoon took his first side glance of the girl next to him and saw that you had not even looked at your food, however the grains of rice that seemed to previously be all in one compartment of your tray were gradually being placed individually on the small plate in an amazingly detailed mandala pattern. Your hand reached for the remainder of the rice and placed it on the plate to finish your pattern before starting to actually eat the rice, following the pattern round before finishing, when your hand found no more rice left on the plate you took your eyes off of the crowd and looked down to the food, or lack of. You pushed the now empty tray away from yourself then turned to the boy as if you had only just acknowledged his existence and registered the conversation that had happened previously.

"You're welcome. I'm (Y/N) by the way, what's your name?" your entire gaze burned into the side of Jihoon's head as he shyly looked back at you before turning his gaze back to the food he was just picking at with his chopsticks.

"J-Jihoon. But my friends call... called... me Woozi" he felt a wave of sadness go through him as he thought about the last time he had seen his friends and what state all of them were in when he was taken away. He was sure that they would want nothing to do with him, either out of fear for him or for themselves and maybe even hate for what he did.

"What'd you do to get here?" you questioned. Jihoon's eyes darted to you in shock that you would ask such a personal question so bluntly, although he couldn't stop his curiosity to know the exact same thing about you, the only way to get that information was to answer it first.

"I- er... get hallucinations and stabbed one of my best friends, thinking he was one of the monsters." you just continuously nodded your head, not moving your stare from his face until he asked the question. "What about you, what did you do?" You sent out a small smirk and tore your gaze from his and leaned back in your seat, reliving the memories that resulted in you spending the last 3 years of your life in this hellhole.

"I used to have a friend that saw things too. I have severe OCD and had a very messy little brother, you can fill in the blanks." Jihoon's eyes widened at not only the story but how calm you were when telling him, like you weren't affected by what you did in any way.

You chuckled to yourself after seeing his frightened reaction. "Woozi, you're in a institution for the criminally insane, don't ask someones crime if you're not prepared to see them in a different light. But I guess with you you don't see yourself as a criminal as it was an accident."

"N-no, I know the repercussions of what I've done, I just didn't expect that kind of crime from someone as small as you" he stuttered out.

You glared at the boy.

"Could say the same for you," his immediate reaction was to glare back at you but as soon as he realised where he was and what he was doing, he stopped and looked down. You laughed at how shy the boy was but you sensed that he had some fire in him. "I like you Woozi, I think we're going to get on"