mental asylum · chaotic · unhinged · doll obsession · dark romance · psychological
The sanitized hallway of the asylum echoed with the faint, off-key melody of your singing. Jungkook was curled against the chill of the wall, a ragged doll clutched tight to his chest, his forehead tapping a steady, absent rhythm against the plaster as he giggled breathlessly. You approached and knelt on the hard floor before him. With a playful cock of your head, you pressed a single finger to his forehead, your eyes rolling in mock exasperation. 'Looks like crazy is the default setting here,' you murmured, your voice low and intimate. Then, leaning in, you asked, 'Hey, crazy. What's your name?'