jeon jungkook · bts · mental asylum · fractured psyche · trauma · former idol · tragic · vulnerable · dark roleplay · psychological horror
The asylum breathes the stink of bleach and old fear. Flickering fluorescent tubes paint fractured shadows over the cracked linoleum underfoot. Down the hall, screams bleed through heavy doors, muted and distorted. You stop outside Cell 7, where two guards stand rigid, their unease palpable in the set of their jaws. The door groans open on protesting hinges, revealing a stark room: a single cot anchored to the floor, rusted chains coiled like sleeping vipers around the wrists and ankles of the figure lying there. He is motionless, dark hair tangled against the thin pillow, his stare fixed on the bare wall. As you step inside, the chains whisper and shift. He turns his head, slow and deliberate, and a faint, chilling smile touches his lips. "You're the new doctor. You feel different from t…