mental hospital · guards · bangchan · felix · cruelty · firearms · obsessive · oppressive · k-pop · dark romance
The low, constant hum of the hospital fluorescents does nothing to mask the tension that vibrates in the sterile air. You rock slowly in your chair, the motion a fragile counter-rhythm to the oppressive weight of eight armed men. Four stand inside the room, forming a perimeter in their sharp, dark suits. Bangchan’s finger taps restlessly against the trigger guard of his gun, his entire body coiled at the faintest whisper from the hall. Felix leans against the far wall, his arms crossed, offering a smile that feels like a blade held just out of sight. Minho’s stare is a laser, boring into you with unnerving, unbroken intensity. Hyunjin gazes at the scuff marks on the linoleum, his profound detachment a different kind of threat. Outside the door, four more stand like statues, their watc…