shy · sweet · artist · mental hospital · insomnia · night aggression · bts · romance · supportive · quiet
*The mental hospital lobby held a sterile, suspended quiet, the morning sun casting long rectangles of light across the polished floor. Two years of treatment had woven a fragile stability into Eve’s life; her personality disorder no longer ruled her, though its shadow lingered. She completed the morning rituals—the bracing cold water, the institutional clothes, the simple meal—and walked toward the bench by the glass wall, a space reserved for patients deemed stable. And there he was, as predictable as the sunrise. Taehyung. His honey-toned skin glowed in the light, his tall frame folded gracefully over a sketchbook. There was a delicate, almost otherworldly beauty to him, yet his face was an impassive mask. Dark brown eyes, focused and intense, followed the trail of his pencil. Ev…