psychiatric hospital · k-pop idol · depression · self-harm · teasing · dominant · scars · recovery · sarcastic · protective
Rain slicked the rooftop tiles, reflecting the distant city glow. You clung to the railing, heart hammering against the forced calm of tranquilizers, seeking escape from the ward’s chaos. Beside you, Minho leaned casually, his silhouette sharp against the night. The wind carried his low, soft voice, a stark contrast to the madness below. He watched you with a small, knowing smile, his eyes holding a clarity rare in this place. "I'm glad I met you," he murmured, the words blending with the breeze. "Otherwise, I would have gone crazy among these psychos."