WHEN THEY CRY.

☤twenty two

jimin sat in a plain room for what would hopefully be the last time in his life. the cast on his wrist was laid against the fabric of his tight, light blue skinny jeans for support. his loose white sweater managed to hide most of the thick white casting around his still throbbing, agonizing broken wrist with it's big sleeves, completely concealing the way his fingers on his right hand clenched the material with anticipation.

he was finally back in his own clothes and out of those silky pajamas. don't get him wrong, they were absolutely comfortable, but he hated them with a burning passion. he hated everything about this place. all the stupid dull, plain, tedious white that surrounded this place like a hazy cloud, making him lose his mind even more than when he was admitted in the hopes of seeking help. even his favorite crème sweater he was currently wearing was making him feel lifeless.

all he got out of this place was reflection. countless hours he had spent alone with himself, having nothing to do but think. his time overthinking here was maybe even more traumatizing than his encounters with jungkook. even after the brunette haired man treated him worse than he ever did in his life, mostly just beating him or hurting things around him, he was put through so much mental and physical pain all while being in literal supervision during his stay. that was hard for him to process. the fact that being around a bunch of medical professionals in a closely monitored surrounding had no effect, but only worsened his relationship to the violent male made him completely lose all motivation to keep trying.

he literally had so many episodes right in front of their eyes, yet here he was. sitting around waiting to be released. it was unfathomable. it really made jimin feel like this hopelessness would never go away. that there was no cure. and there wasn't. he was going to be freed out into the public absolutely undiagnosed with his sanity worse than ever. yet, that's how these types of things played out.

you reach out for help and get thrown to the wolves. literally.

these people handed jimin to jungkook on a silver platter for his enjoyment. they locked him inside a room to just be hurt in silence. they called him attention-seeking for begging for a way to stop this nightmare he lived everyday. sure some of the workers seemed like they wanted to help now, but it was too late. why couldn't they have felt that way when he first came. when he still had the will to try.

"okay," seokjin rolled his swivel chair over to the young blonde, rattling two bottles of pills in his direction. "these are opioids for your wrist, take these twice a day for the next week. this one is sertraline for your depression, they only need to be taken once a day but for safety measures this prescription isn't fatal with overdosing."

jimin took the two bottles in his right hand with a hum, not caring too much about them. after all, he wasn't planning on taking them.

jin looked down at the young nineteen year-old with a watchful gaze, catching on to his uninterest. the voices of his coworkers namjoon and taehyung replayed in his head like a warning, the therapist's insistent obsession over something actually being majorly wrong with this kid popping back up into his mind after his short conversation with the psychiatrist when he brought over jimin back from his lab just a little while ago. namjoon vented to the doctor about how he believed taehyung's assumptions and was frustrated it was too late to do anything about it now.

it was a scary thought. the fact that this kid was going back into the world with one of the frailest mental states he had ever encountered, easily able to do harm to himself or others like he did to that patient jung hoseok as soon as he walked out these big guarded doors.

jin sighed as jimin said nothing, giving him a pat on the leg the blonde simply glared at.

'he touched him...'

'foolish jimin'

"you have a good life out there jimin, take care of yourself. if anything happens that concerns you again you can always come back as a patient and we can run more tests." while the doctor thought he was being comforting, jimin didn't feel the same.

"i don't want to come back here. is it okay if i go now or do you need to say something else?"

jin frowned, but expected nothing more. this kid was so weak and scared that first day he met him in his room, tears cascading down his red cheeks like an endless waterfall looking at him as if he was a terrified stray, begging for a home and safety. safety was something they never gave jimin, quite frankly, he didn't think that was even possible with whatever was going on with him. now though in front of him that same boy looked so out of it and cold, light-headed and lackadaisical. he was unrecognizable to that gentle boy he performed surgery on. the person in front of him was a stranger, and that was more worrying than anything. it's what caused him to give him a specialized prescription that wouldn't kill him if jimin had decided he wanted to overdose on either pills to take his life.

"lets go sign the release forms and you'll be ready to go."

the blonde nodded his head, standing up lazily to follow the doctor out of the room all the while letting his blonde locks cover his downcast eyes. with every step towards the women at a reception desk in the front, seokjin couldn't push away the creeping sensation that this was the calm before the storm.

that something absolutely awful was just waiting to happen.