"It's a place for the medically ill, a bunch of lunatics."
"How could you call these human beings lunatics?"
"Excuse me,
The insane."
Kim Namjoon. Patient #22
Crime: Murder
BTS HORROR AU
3.3.19 70th in #btshorror
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"Namjoon"
Nari? Is that your voice?
"Namjoon."
No, it's deeper. But lighter? Who's voice-
"Wake up, you need to, Namjoon."
Like that, a hard hit to the chest awoke Namjoon fully.
"What the..." Namjoon said scanning the small room, light bursting in his face with three people surrounding him. Two men, one woman. One tall man wearing glasses, a short one with ash brown hair, and a women with black hair held back.
"Where... where am I?"
"Namjoon," the woman began, "you're at Bighit Asylum. My name is Mrs. Sunmi, you'll be known as Patient #22."
"Why am I-"
"Kim Namjoon, you're here for investigation under the murder of your wife. Which you've been convicted of committing."
"My... Nari? Murdered? Are you sure?"
"Yes," the man in glasses began, "she was found dead in your home, stabbed multiple times by a knife."
Stabbed.
Murdered.
Dead.
"How— And you think Ive done it? You think I killed my wife?"
Namjoon was on the verge of tears now, he tried to launch himself forward out of the chair, but belt straps had been tucking him back.
He was beyond angry, and confused. How the hell did he end up in an asylum, surrounded by strangers who basically kidnapped him, holding him hostage in white clothing and a prison like room?
"Okay," Namjoon's voice trembling, "how did I end up here?"
"We found you lying in your home, passed out."
This isn't real. It can't be.
"Kim Namjoon," the short one began, "I'll begin your investigation shortly, but afterwards, either found guilty or not, you'll be staying at this help center."
"I want to go home..." Namjoon said fearfully.
"You can't, we won't allow that, Namjoon. Don't worry, you'll have others here to support you. We're here to support you as well with your problem," Mrs. Sunmi said, trying to hide her toxic tone.
With that being said, they stepped out of the room one by one.
"I'll call you in when it's time," the shorter male said.
Namjoon stared with his mouth gaping, red watering eyes wide at the door, his fists balled up.
He'd sit in that room for who knows what until his investigation, then be set out with a bunch of other people with similar "problems."
Hours had passed, Namjoon had lost his appetite a while ago, so he wasn't hungry.
As soon as he started to think of a way to escape, the door creaked open.
Two guards walked in the room along with the detective, detaching Namjoon from the chair.
"Come, #22. We'll begin our investigation."
Walking down the halls of the asylum, he saw the faces of terrified beings and those who looked at Namjoon disgustingly. Anything but friendly. The song "Somebody That I Used to Know 80's version" played in the background. One person was smoking a cigarette, bumping in Namjoon's shoulder on purpose, and hard. Trailing his eyes to the left, he saw two men sitting in white (which was what everyone else was wearing) talking incredibly loud. They looked somewhat young, and normal.
Then they made it to a room, one like all the others.
Namjoon stared daggers into this man, but he couldn't help but ask -
"By the way, detective, if I'll be seeing you here a lot, I want to know your name."
