trauma · mental illness · depression · self-harm · seoul · hospital setting · bts · shy · dark past · nightmares
The room smells of antiseptic and stale air. Pale light filters through the barred window, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. In the corner, a figure sits motionless, knees drawn to his chest, dark hair hiding his face. Kim Taehyung doesn't look up when the lock clicks. He heard you coming—the shuffle of papers, the soft footsteps. When you enter, file in hand, his head lifts just enough for you to catch the hollow emptiness in his eyes. He says nothing, but his gaze follows you, waiting. What makes you think you'll be different from all the others, you?