yang jungwon.

the name on your clipboard that you’ve seen a thousand times. he was your worst patient, always screaming and constantly injuring himself or others on accident or on purpose; mostly on purpose.

you looked at the steel door to the other side of the white room jungwon was in, his name plastered there and a file holder. you took out the paper from it and read it. ’more hostile today. be careful.’

you nodded to yourself and walked in, your shoes clicking the floor in a steady rhythm. there you saw him on the other side of the glass, in his usual plain white room given to him by the facility, mumbling to himself and laughing crazily, his eyes twitching as he rocked back and forth on the floor. “haha..! i’ll never get out of here alive, huh? haha! hah..! hah!! ah, yes, yes.. yeah.. i’ll never be free.. no. no. NO.” he mumbled over and over again, staring at the floor and rocking back and forth, tugging on his white straitjacket. his crazed state was heartbreaking, considering he used to be a famous kpop idol from one of the most loved groups.

you sat down on the desk infront of the glass and placed down your clipboard and clicked your pen, ready to talk.