INSANE / BTS HORROR

009 Mission

10:18 a.m

Inside the blank, white, building of despair was a suspiciously small room, disguised as the other compartments. That one small room happened to be a meeting lair for Mrs. Sunmi and her minions.

Mrs. Sunmi had been waiting inside, acting professional and patient, for two special guests - Dr. Banke (pronounced as bank-ee) and Mr. Park.

Her eyes twitched. Fingers fumbled. Feet tapped. She couldn't control the annoyance and anxiousness bleeding in her chest. She herself had psychotic issues, but remained polished unlike the patients.

As she was about to huff out any noise of anger to release stress, the door knob twisted and opened, as if letting her emotions escape through that door - creating curiosity.

A large hand slipped in, fingers wrapped around the handle of a brown suitcase with a blue tiger icon in the middle.
This suitcase belonged to none other than Dr. Banke.

A smirk forming on her face, she placed her arms in a professional fashion - crossed but relaxed - in front of her chest and said,
"I thought you'd never come."

"Mr. Park is coming a few minutes late," Dr. Banke replies with,
"So don't start any nonsense like last time again."

Expecting Mrs. Sunmi to feel defeat, it only enlightened her attitude with Dr. Banke even more.

"Dr. Banke," she sang, drifting over her desk and towards the doctor, "I am the head of this counsel, what ever I do isn't labeled as 'nonsense'."

She placed her long fingers on his shoulders, making the doctor lightly slap her hand away.

"Please don't do these kind of things when we're together. At least not in this place," Dr. Banke said, looking away in disgust.

She laughed sheepishly, "You're no fun."

At this moment, Mr. Park had stepped into the cubicle, dressed more casually than usual.

"Great, now that we have everyone here, we can finally have our discussion," Mrs. Sunmi said backing away, annunciating the word 'finally.'

"What is it that I've been called for, Mrs. Sunmi?" Mr. Park asked, glancing at Dr. Banke, then back to Mrs. Sunmi.

Mrs. Sunmi was like a hawk. One who hunts in the daylight, unexpectedly. But Mrs. Sunmi was a hawk at night, too. The one that drinks or does drugs, hours on end.

"Mr. Park," she said slurring her words on purpose.

"Why are you so nervous?"

Somehow, managing not to stutter, Mr. Park denied,
"I don't know what you're talking about."

She stared deeply into his pupils, pausing.

"You should work on your eye contact." Leaning back, she said,
"It doesn't leave a good impression. Even middle schoolers know that."

Dr. Banker cut into the interrogation.

"Could we Please know why we were sent to your office?"

Backing off into a slouched position, leaving an embarrassed Jimin, she went back into topic.

Looking at Dr. Banke, she pointed with her eyes,
"You need to keep track of that Patient #22."

Before handling questions, she turned to Mr. Park and said,
"And you need to keep track of Patient #20."

"Patient #20? Min Yoongi?" Jimin questioned, still red faced from the incident earlier.

"Those two aren't like the rest of the patients, not even close. But they defiently aren't normal either," she exclaimed, arms crossed around her stomach, in a standing position.

"Why do I need to keep track of Patient #22?" Asked Dr. Banke.

"Don't worry, Bankester, you won't be doing the main job right now. I just need facts and evidence, evidence on Kim Namjoon's case of his wife. I believe that Yoongi has something in on with it."

"And that's what you're in charge of. Interrogation, Mr. Park. I believe that knowing how smart Patient #22 is, he might attempt to escape. Him and Patient #20 are getting awfully close. So we need facts quickly, detective."

All of what Mrs. Sunmi said sounded very unspecific and unsophisticated, but the two were on top of her game already.

"If there are no further questions, then I dismiss you. I'd like you to get started with your job, Mr. Park, today."

Adjusting his jacket, Jimin hesitantly nodded, walking out of the room with his head low. He was only like this
around her.

...

Namjoon was heading in Seokjin's direction, not even questioning why he had the sudden urge to do so.

Everyone's heads looked the same from behind - dark, brown hair hitting the back of their necks - but one had bandages wrapped sloppily around their arms.

"Are you Seokjin?" Namjoon approached, acting new but definitely knew it was Seokjin he was talking too.

He paused. For a long time, too. He looked down, to the side, up at Namjoon for a split second, back down, then back at Namjoon. For a second, Namjoon thought that he was mute. Then his lips parted.

"Yeah. Why?" Jin said alarmingly loud than Namjoon thought he'd say.

Namjoon didn't think this far. Now that he met him face to face, he thought it'd be over with. Why was he so intrigued by him? Was it just the name?

Namjoon scanned his features for a second - almond shaped eyes, completely a dark brown in the center, thick eyebrows, peeking through his bangs, and plump limps, shaped in a heart.

"You're #21, right? That means your new here!" Namjoon said, talking as if he was talking to a student and he was a teacher.

He hummed in response. He seemed less tense than before.

"Why are you here? And how did you get those injuries?" Namjoon further asked.

"I," he hesitated, "I can't tell you why I'm here. I won't tell anybody. And these," he looked down at his wrists, "This was a punishment. Remember the cafeteria?"

Namjoon was dumbfounded. His questions were too self-explanatory, what was the point of this conversation?

"Why are you talking to me?" Seokjin asked, as if he was inside of his head.

Namjoon glanced behind him, seeing Hoseok and Yoongi directly looking at his act, then back into Seokjin's now stern eyes.

"I, was, curious. About-what happened yesterday. You seemed really, mad."

"Well of course I was mad. I've only been here for less than a month, so myself having a crisis over the food being served really says a lot about this place," he said comfortably.

"What is your name?"

"Namjoon."

"Namjoon...that's a nice name. I like mine better though."

Huh?

Namjoon became a bit confused, he knew that it was a joke, so why did he freeze up? Seokjin caught on, making him laugh a little.

"Say, I don't have any friends here, I didn't plan too, but if it's okay could I talk to you sometimes?" He smiled.

"Yeah, yeah. I don't mind at all!" Namjoon felt a little light in him. Seokjin seemed so likeable, someone who doesn't belong here.

That made him wonder, why was Seokjin here? He couldn't ask him again after he refused the first time. Maybe in the far future, he'll get the chance.