INSANE / BTS HORROR

007 Yoongi and Jimin

It had been three days. In these three days contained the most confusing, frightful events of Namjoon's life to ever happen. It felt like weeks in each day had been going by.
Namjoon had either went to three places mainly throughout the days - a plain grey box that was his bedroom, the contaminated cafeteria, and the gathering area of other patients. He luckily made two ish friends; Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok.

It was an early afternoon, so he was allowed to walk freely outside of his room as long as he was to be seen (he wasn't allowed to go out of the asylum without supervision).

Walking towards the gathering room, he had begun to feel accustomed to the dying faces of the fellow ill. It made him realize how badly these people were going through, and in his everyday life, he'd make fun of the way they look or acted (in society). But now he was technically one of them.
It was more calm today, maybe just because it was the morning. The song "Can't Take My Eyes Off of You" by Frankie Valli was playing in the scene, making the whole place even more depressing than it already was.

Looking around the room, Namjoon searched for any sign of Yoongi and Hoseok. Walking towards the side of the room, he saw the back of two brown-haired heads sitting close to eachother.

"Hey Yoongi, Hey Hoseok," Namjoon spoke as he inched his way closer to them.

Only to realize that it wasn't them.
There faces were completely different, almost younger looking.

"Yoongi?" One snorted.
"And Hoseok? Those bastards?" The other had spoke, looking at one another distgustingly.

"S-Sorry, I thought you were them. My bad," Namjoon said sorely.

Before Namjoon could walk to the opposite side of the room hurriedly, he bumped into someone's shoulder.

"Sorry."

"No, you're good-" Namjoon's voice spoke softly but trailed off quickly. He saw red and purple gashes all over the man's arms. By the time he looked up to try and see his face, he had already left to a different stage in the asylum, out the doors.

"Ouch," one of the two said.

"Would you shut it Taehyung?" The other whispered loudly.

Namjoon didn't care anymore, he just needed to get out of here or relax with someone. Finally, he saw one of his two friends - Hoseok - across the room.

"Jesus man, you look like a deer in headlights. I'm not a ghost," Hoseok joked.

"Where's Yoongi?"

Hoseok paused. "Beats me. Probably sleeping, or with Mr. Park," he smirked as he said the last couple of words.

"Mr. Park?"

"Yeah, it's nothing too serious."

Hoseok leaned in while saying, "it's only serious when Yoongi's around!"

Namjoon sat down next to him on the couch, "What do you mean?"

"One time, Yoongi called Mr. Park cute. Which he honestly is, he tries to act all scary just because he's "normal," but he seems like a softie. And the way he said it seemed like he was serious. The cute part. He's not crushing though, I think."

"He doesn't seem that normal," Namjoon spoke. "But what the hell do I know about being crazy or normal, I thought I was the same as everybody out in the world, yet here I am."

"That's depressing," Hoseok puffed.

"I don't really care to be honest, I'm just Hoseok. J-Hope. Crazy or normal, I'm myself." He paused,
"Wow, that's the most motivated thing I've said all month here," Hoseok said in awe.

"Did you see that guy with the burnt looking arms?" Namjoon asked.

"Oh yeah, he looked to be in a rush. Probably another round of bandages. Poor SeokJin, he's only been here for like two weeks."

"His name's Seokjin?" Namjoon said bring all his attention to Jhope.

He blinked a couple of times.
"Yeah? Did Yoongi or I not say? He's the one yesterday who made a huge scene in the cafeteria? What, are you crushing on him?"

"Woah, calm down, no. I'm guessing he's #21, then? And did I say that I was married?"

Was married.
Dammit, the images of Nari's beautiful face and her laughing echoing in Namjoon's mind.

She's really gone, huh?

"You good bro?" Hoseok asked.

"I guess. How can you be seem calm, knowing you'll spend probably the rest of your life here?"

"Oh Namjoon, who ever said that I was calm? Every night I stand up and stare at the wall for hours, scaring the shit out of me. It's like a living nightmare here and in that bedroom. Those who act the calmest are usually the most destructive."

Then it remained silent after those last words.

...

Yoongi did end up over sleeping in his room. It was 10:40 a.m., the clock kept ticking and tocking and slowing time down. He just laid there, lifeless as of until Mr. Park showed up into his room.

"Why are you in here?" He asked.

Mr. Park came in with less of a formal essence then usual - plain black shirt with a nice grey jacket over, brown jeans, messy hair.

"Yoongi, tell me why you're here."

"Why I'm here? That's what I want to know, actually. You're the person to tell me," Yoongi said defensively.

"Do you show any signs of depression, or schizophrenia? PTSD perhaps?" Jimin asked.

"Why are you asking all of a sudden, I've been here for like a month, are you now just noticing my existence?"

"I'm considering doing Namjoon's case with his wife again, I want extra details. Extra evidence, because I'm not 100% sure that he did the act. The other faculty is dead on with it, but I'm second-guessing myself," Mr. Park explained.

"Okay, well I'm not the person to talk about this. I really don't care," Yoongi said bluntly.

"When did you start becoming close with Namjoon? It seemed to be immediate when he walked through the doors of this asylum."

"Yeah? I get bored here, just like everybody else."

"Why did you pick him? To talk to?" He questioned.

"Actually, I don't really know. I felt a connection with him. He looks at everybody with different eyes, more, sincere maybe? I better not be the only person to be interrogated, by the way Jimin."

"Please don't called me by my first name."

"Mm we'll see about that. Calling you 'Mr. Park' doesn't fit, and aren't I older than you?" Yoongi chuckled, knowing he was right.

"You May be older, but I'm in a higher position than you. So don't get on your high horse."

"Whatever. It's too early for interrogating, so leave me alone cutie guy," Yoongi said turning to his side to lie down some more.

Before Jimin could say anything, he felt shocked hearing someone call him that.
Walking over to the door to leave Yoongi's room, he said "It's 10:46, don't you want to leave and move around outside?"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. I'll still feel trapped either way."