SMA // minjoon a.u [ON HOLD]

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔬

"What do you mean your patient is Kim Namjoon?" Taehyung asks through the phone.

"He's not that bad Tae, he's just misunderstood." Jimin argues. "He's not what is perceived to be."

"Jimin, you're seriously pulling my leg right now." Taehyung sighs as he leans against the kitchen counter.

"Don't worry so much Taehyung, I'll be fine." Jimin assures. "He isn't a bad patient."

"Yeah right, he might have gotten good at hiding his psychopathic tendencies." Taehyung insults.

"Tae, don't be mean. You know nothing about him and what he's been through both inside and outside of an asylum." Jimin mumbles. "How's Kook?"

"He's fine. Just a little stressed with finals this year." Taehyung answers as the door to the apartment opens to reveal his young boyfriend. "Look, I've got to go."

"Tae, you don't need to worry about me, I'll be fine." Jimin assures. "Bye."

Jimin hung up without a reply, Taehyung placing his phone on the kitchen counter as he rubs his eyes.

"Is everything okay hyung?" Jungkook asks as he enters the kitchen. "Hyungie?"

"Come here baby." Taehyung smiles as he opens his arms for his young boyfriend, the younger snuggling into his chest.

"Was that Jimin hyung?" Jungkook asks, his arms wrapped around Taehyung's waist.

"Yeah it was. He's on his way home." Taehyung answers.

"Did he tell you about his patients?" Jungkook asks, looking up to his handsome boyfriend.

"Patient Kookie." Taehyung replies. "He's looking after Kim Namjoon."

"H-He can't be." Jungkook spoke. "Hyungie no! He'll get hurt!"

"Kook, what's wrong?" Taehyung asks. "What have you heard?"

"People at school said that he killed his last Doctor, they don't know how he did it cause he wasn't physically harmed." Jungkook explains.

"K-Killed?" Taehyung stutters as Jungkook nods. "What else have people been saying?"

"People have been saying that he's using the guards and nurses to help him escape." Jungkook explains. "Jiminie can't look after him."

"Why baby?" Taehyung asks as the boy in his arms pales. "Baby what has been said?"

"He wants to h-hurt his new therapist. No one knows w-when but people have heard him t-talking in his room when they walk past the a-asylum." Jungkook sniffles. "Jiminie needs to know."

"I know bun, but he's not listening to me." Taehyung sighs. "The best we can do is warn him."

"Namjoon is meant to be scary. Guys from school walk past the asylum and say they see him arguing with nurses." Jungkook spoke. "They said he's possessed or has multiple personalities cause his moods can switch quickly."

"Come sit and tell me everything." Taehyung instructs, letting his boyfriend go who whines from the loss of contact. "Bunny?"

"I missed you." Jungkook pouts. "People were mean to me and I couldn't call you."

"Oh baby." Taehyung whispers as he opens his arms for the younger, letting him curl in his lap as he holds him tightly. "Hyungie's here."

"They were calling you names as well a-and it was hurting me." Jungkook sniffles.

"It doesn't matter baby." Taehyung assures his young boyfriend. "Hyungie loves you no matter what."

"I wish I didn't have to go to school." Jungkook mumbles. "No one likes me there but here with you I'm safe and happy."

"Kookie, you have to finish school, for me please." Taehyung whispers. "Your parents would hate me if I didn't make you finish."

"But with the training as well I'm just so tired hyung." Jungkook sighs. "And Jiminie's new job has me worried–"

"The best thing we can do for Jimin hyung is to watch over him, and warn him, okay Kookie?" Taehyung assures as the boy nods. "Now let's have a nap."

... P.O.V

"What do you mean he's planning to escape?!"

"Look I don't know either." They sigh. "I just got word from one of the security guards who work on the camera's. He hacked into them but got the audio feed as well."

"What else was said?" I ask. "What more do I have to do to keep him in there?"

"He's planning to kidnap his therapist once he's out. I don't know if he'll succeed but he's out for revenge." They explain. "Look, I'll call you once I find out more but until then I have to go. The kid just got home."

"Watch him." I instruct before hanging up.

Entering my office, I write down the new information on a post-it note, pinning it to the cork board as I stare at the different notes.

"Eight years Namjoon, and you still can't stay put?"

I look over all the photo's and papers and reports hung up which all underline his illnesses.

Schizoaffective disorder, Post-traumatic Stress Disorder, Depression, Anxiety, Psychosis, Bipolar disorder and Schizophrenia.

My god it was worse than what I thought all those years ago when he first attacked me, when I myself took him after he pleaded with me to kill him, to make it all stop. But what type of person would I be to murder someone for no reason?

I've done as much research on this as possible, tried so many things to get the therapists to treat him in a more professional and precise way but they don't want to treat him, they want him to rot into a hole of himself because he can't be saved.

But he can. He needs to be. I need my friend back. I need him to be who he was, not who he's become.

I've spent years on him, trying to see myself if I took him out could I treat him but everyday he gets worse, a little more stuck in his hole, a little more psycho. That asylum is killing him, and if he gets out good luck to the world.

His parents caused this, made him this way. I just hope there ready for what's to come because nothing is going to stop him from getting out, from getting what he wants.

Mayhem, blood, pain. Everything he had, just worse and a little more crazy, just to make him a feel a little more sane. Cause everything he's done is so he can feel sane, feel alive, in control.

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