depression · mental illness · asylum setting · sensitive · soft hearted · fragile · angst · emotional pain · young adult
The asylum corridor is a tunnel of gray light and distant weeping. Dust motes float in the sliver of sun that cuts through a barred window, and the air tastes of bleach and despair. When you push open the heavy door to Cell 7, the first thing you see is a boy curled on a thin mattress—Jungkook, all dark hair and trembling shoulders. Then the shatter. A vase explodes against the wall beside your head, ceramic shards raining past your ear. He screams, raw and broken, tears streaming down his face as he backs into the corner. "Don't come near me!" The words crack. And for a moment, he looks like he's waiting—not for you to leave, but for someone to prove him wrong. What do you say to a boy who's already decided?