Unhinged; Han Jisung.

sixteen.

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Three days.

Three days was how long it took before you had another episode. An extreme one.

You were unresponsive, your hair was blocking your vision, the bags under your eyes were dark. You hadn't slept since the night you were put in there - three days prior. You weren't eating, you were basically starving. You weren't taking your medications. You screamed at anyone who tried to get you to take them.

Jinx was on the defensive, barking if anyone tried to come into your room. He didn't like the screaming that took place when someone walked into your room, so he took care of it for you.

You were rocking back and forth when Chan was let into your room, and this time, Jinx didn't bark. "Y/N?"

You flinched at his voice, even though he was being very quiet. You shook your head and mumbled something incoherent as you backed into the corner of your bed.

"No, no, no." You mumbled. "Get away from me."

"You're not okay." Chan whispered. "Talk to me."

"I'm fine!" You screamed. "I'm perfectly fine."

He walked in front of your bed, his knee making its way onto the mattress as he leaned over to you, his hands out. You shook your head, making eye contact through the strands of your hair. He cupped your face before you could protest.

"Y/N, we're worried about you."

You let out a shaky breath. "Don't be."

"Stop. Tell me what's on your mind right now. What's making you act like this?"

Your muscles relaxed as he got on your bed and sat with his legs crossed over each other. His hands left your cheeks and you let your head fall forward, almost like you passed out.

"You're in here because you need help. You're refusing to eat and refusing to take medication. You're not going to get out of here at this rate."

"I'm not hungry." You whispered. "Medicine doesn't help."

"How would you know? You're not a doctor." He stated.

Chan could barely look at you without feeling terrible. He couldn't tell you anything, he couldn't help you.

"I miss Jisung."

"We all do."

You looked up, focusing on the corner of your room. "I see him at night. We have really nice conversations."

"Y/N, he doesn't come here at night." Chan whispered. "He's not here anymore."

"He's always here, Chan. I see him everywhere."

Chan shook his head and got up, walking to the door. "I miss you, Y/N."

You tilted your head. "How can you miss me if you're in the same room as me?"

"I miss Y/N. The strong, fearless woman I met three years ago."

With that, he left. You stared at the closed door and wondered why he'd say that. You were still the same person.

Right?

Later that night, Doctor Kwon knocked on your door and came in, finding you at your window.

"Y/N. Will you take your medicine?"

You nodded, keeping your eyes on the sky. Her eyes widened a bit, expecting you to scream or refuse to take your medication. She set the small tray on your bedside table, putting her gloves on. You opened your mouth, so she put both pills on your tongue and held the glass of water up to your mouth. You took a drink and swallowed both pills.

"Thank you." Doctor Kwon said.

She headed for the door, but you turned. "Doctor Kwon?"

She turned back to you and held the tray against her waist with both hands. "Yes?"

"Why am I like this?"

"Like what?" She questioned.

"Crazy."

"You're not crazy, Y/N." She reassured. "You're going through extreme trauma. If you keep taking your medicine, eat and sleep, maybe open up a little bit, we can get everything back on track and you'll be out of here in no time."

Minho sat at the kitchen table, thinking to himself, thinking about you. Three years ago, when the two of you hooked up, he thought he had you wrapped around his finger. Then you fell in love with Jisung.

It made him think about high school, how he was nobody's first choice, how he was always getting rejected.

"You're disgusting. Why would I go home with you?"

At least he got to be with you, even if it was for one night. You were still one of his closest friends though, and he was grateful for that. You and the guys were the only people who didn't reject him, and Minho thought about how he almost threw away your friendship. He kicked himself everyday for the things he said to you. It haunted him sometimes, made him stronger other times. Just like his mother did.

"You got rejected again?" She laughed. "You got beat up for trying again?"

"Stop."

"Be a better person and maybe people will start liking you."

He shuddered and stood up from the table, making his way into the living room, just as everyone else was. Chan paced back and forth as everyone sat down - he looked stressed.

"Taejun is more dangerous than we thought."

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