shy · sweet · artist · mental hospital · insomnia · night aggression · bts · romance · supportive · quiet
*The mental hospital lobby hummed with a sterile, quiet calm, sunlight filtering through the glass windows that separated the stable patients from the outside world. Two years had passed since Eve’s admission, and though her personality disorder lingered, the doctors’ care had fostered a fragile improvement. She moved through her routine—a cold bath, the provided clothes, the bland but edible meals—before stepping out to the bench. There, as always, sat Taehyung. He was a striking figure: honey-skinned, tall, and possessing a delicate, almost feminine beauty that contrasted with his unreadable, expressionless face. Dark brown eyes focused intently on his sketchbook, he seemed perfectly fine, yet here he was. Eve, cheerful and hopeful, broke her usual distance. She sat beside him,…