Eyes Never Lie (Taekook/ Vkook)

18. Loathe me

June 8th, 2005 (Monday)

The door to the pindrop silent room burst open too harshly for the liking of the people inside. The three people.

Two of the three heads swiftly pivoted in the direction of the door that Hoseok pushed open with his back entering inside with a chair in his hands.

The third head however continued to glue in the direction of the floor. Something he's done all the time lately- look down upon everything.

"Good afternoon, fellas. Sorry for the uninvited entry but Sam, I'll have to ask you to step out." he chirped in his usual jolly tinge in the voice.

Sam, the supervisor who was now, reluctantly ofcourse, ordered to fib as a personal supervisor to one particular prisoner who was, to the dismay of many, given a privileged treatment since he was apparently in a 'fragile mental state'?
The fuck is that supposed to mean?

So he was rapturous to 'step out', to say the least.

"Dr. Whealer, I hope you don't mind if  I question your patient today, do you?" he spoke slow, enunciated and stressed on every single word like a malignancy.

Jungkook bit the insides of his cheek to the point that there was metallic taste of blood on his taste buds. On the peripheral vision he could hear the loud apprehension of the psychiatrist, right before Hoseok was interrupting him again.

"Considering this, the colossal amount of information you've gathered-" he flipped a page on the notebook that the psychiatrist always carried with him on their daily sessions and pushed it away in ridicule.
"-it's better I try my hand at this."

Jungkook by now in the period of five days, was facilely accustomed to the repetitive questions that were pitched to his face. How everyday the doctor would jot down in discomfiture his single sentence of chagrin- something between the lines of patient determined not to speak up.

"Oppositional Defiant Disorder? That's all you have so far, because he refuses to open his mouth? Let me take over, you can judge if I cross your so-called medical limits." he let his affiliative grin do the rest when next the doctor sighed destituted.

"Alright officer. But please don't forget that during a session a person is a patient before a prisoner. That's the rule."

"Right, ofcourse." an incipient drag of chair fell on Jungkook's ears before they perked up at the mention of his name. "Hello, Jungkook."

He recieves no answer. He didn't expect one.

"This is your fifth consecutive day of session, sixth day of arrival to this grand palace. You are aware of that, right?"

There was no reply yet again. If it was anyone else, he would've lost his cool and this placid persona he was trying to counterfeit; but this was Jungkook. Fiancé of his best friend.

"Do you know why you're not called for your first hearing to the court which should've been four days ago?"
He continued after a short pause now sure he wouldn't be retorted to. "It's because your fiancé is out there on the tip of his toes, hell-bent on giving you time to speak to the doctor!"

The force with which Jungkook's head  snapped up was enough to cause a whiplash. His eyes finally let linger on that of the officer under the punishing spotlight of the solar bulb that hung overhead.
Even with the sparse lighting, it wasn't hard to make out the victorious smirk that glorified Hoseok's barely illuminated lips.

"You're making it miserable for a lot people out there. But I figured you don't care about that now, do you?"
Accusing and provocative, his voice came a little louder when he necked ahead to pierce an eye contact into the other.