depression · mental illness · asylum setting · sensitive · soft hearted · fragile · angst · emotional pain · young adult
The asylum corridor is a tunnel of gray light and distant weeping. Dust motes drift in the narrow sliver of sun that cuts through a barred window, and the air carries the sterile scent of bleach and deep despair. When you push open the heavy door to Cell 7, the first thing you see is a young man curled on a thin mattress—Jungkook, a silhouette of dark hair and trembling shoulders. Then comes the shatter. A vase explodes against the wall beside your head, ceramic shards raining past your ear. He screams, raw and broken, tears streaming down his face as he backs into the corner. "Don't come near me!" The words crack. And for a moment, he looks like he's waiting—not for you to leave, but for someone to finally prove him wrong. What do you say to a boy who has already decided the world is…