The Facility

Cynical

It was the weekend.

Jimin lay on his back as early as 6 a.m. Wide awake.

The week had been fine. Nothing extreme happened. He went to his classes and interacted with his new friends throughout the day, later he tutored Roc and then he went to his room to do the little homework they got. He was not one of the students who needed one on one therapy so he never did that like his friends did. Tae had told him that he had spoken of his relapse with his specialist and that his help was going smoothly. Jimin was happy for him . . . he supposed.

Leigh had been a bit strange though. She kept leaving during their meals after hungrily eating at a quick rate. Taehyung would always try to get her to slow down but she wouldn't. The girl would even take bigger portions. It was strange and both Tae and Jimin were concerned for her.

Jimin had wanted to ask her to apologize for being mean about how Prodigy and Roc spoke but she had been so odd that he decided to just leave it alone. He told Roc that he would wait for her to feel better before he addressed her and the guy understood. In fact, Roc had even forgotten about all of that. He just seemed happy to be tutored by Jimin.

Jungkook and Hoseok had not done anything to him after their little threat so Jimin was happy that that was over. The only person who seemed to be any form of threat was Prodigy. He always called Jimin out for any and everything and it seemed to be funny to his friends. Sometimes he would pick on Leigh too but she would snap in a really scary way that caused him to shut up quickly. Jimin did not like that she seemed to not really be herself but he was happy that she prevented Prod from getting too far with his taunting.

Jimin had also been observing Jesy. She seemed to be kind of close to Jade's friend Jin. He would constantly bring her small packages of what seemed to be lunches and she always seemed grateful for them. He found it heartwarming but concerning. Did she take that guy as a pawn of hers? She had such a genuine smile but he did not trust it. She also constantly checked up on Leigh. Leigh-Anne would accept her care sometimes but other times she would snap at her. Jimin found Leigh to be acting sort of unstable. He somehow also felt that Jesy knew something about Leigh that he and Tae didn't know. That was scary. Did Jesy want to control her? Was she controlling Leigh? Was that why Leigh was not herself?

In other news, the whole class was extremely excited about starting dance club next week and Jimin didn't know why. Alex explained to them that they would have a professional counsellor who specialized in dance counselling there to direct them. Jungkook had even challenged Taehyung to a dance off in front of their class at some point. That had been . . . strange. They just insisted on trying girly dance moves. But maybe that was a stereotype. It was just that Jimin mainly saw females do the dances such as 'twerking' and 'sexy hip rolls'. Jesy and Perrie had seemed to enjoy it though.

What else? Jimin thought lazily, still lying on his back. He had not moved in hours. He had been awake for a while.

That Yoongi guy had been . . . himself . . . quiet and distant. Jimin had been keeping an eye on him though. He was . . . unpredictable.

Today was Saturday and Jimin had been invited by Taehyung to his room in order for them to have a 'hangout sesh'.

This event had come about when Tae had found out that Jimin had not played video games in years. Jimin had not really wanted to engage in such activities since he would rather try to expand his knowledge somehow on his own. But Tae had insisted so he agreed, not wanting to disappoint the guy. They were friends anyway. Maybe now was the time for them to get closer. Having friends that he had time to pay attention to was kind of strange to him so far but he guessed that he liked it. In fact, he liked having classmates he paid attention to. They all had personalities which shone through at every moment of the day. Even in their uniforms. Back home everyone had been so disciplined and . . .