trauma · mental illness · depression · self-harm · seoul · hospital setting · bts · shy · dark past · nightmares
The air in the room carries the sharp, clean scent of disinfectant over a deeper note of stillness. Faint light from the high, barred window stretches shadows across the bare floor. In the far corner, a figure is curled in on himself, motionless, dark hair obscuring his bowed face. Kim Taehyung doesn't move when the lock disengages with a solid click. He heard your approach—the rustle of a chart, the measured steps. As you cross the threshold, file in hand, he lifts his head just enough for you to meet his gaze. His eyes are hollow, a bleak and watchful emptiness. He offers no words, only that silent, waiting stare. What makes you believe you'll succeed where all the others have given up, you?