Short imagines with BTS ships-Book 2

Namjin (sweet/sad) Part 3

Jin opened his eyes confused. He had no idea where he was. The walls was a shade of dirty white and the only thing in the room was a little desk on his right side, the bed he was on and a window that couldn't be open. A door was on his left. Jin held his head as he remembered everything that had happend. He groaned slightly as he sat up. His best guess was they had taken him to the mental hospital. Rage filled his body once more but quickly vanished as he felt he was exhausted. He wondered what the time was and a little clock on the wall told him it was six in the evening. Jin sighed and looked down on himself. Someone had changed his clothes to long sweatpants in white and a t-shirt to match. He didn't seem to have any bruises and as he carefully stood up he realised his only pain was because he was sore. He wondered where Namjoon was but maybe he couldn't find him in here. A little click sounded from the door and he turned his head towards it. A head was stuck inside and smiled when she saw Jin was awake.

"Hello Jin, I'm-"

"I don't care who you are. I want to speak to Doctor Lee." Jin said and crossed his arms.

"Everything in it's own time. First I bring food." She said and pushed a little cart in with food. By the smell of it Jin's stomach growled. He looked at it embarresed. She smiled friendly to him but Jin could tell that if he stepped just a little out of line, the smile would dissapier in a matter of seconds. She placed a tray with the food on his lap after he had sat against the wall. Jin ate without saying a word. He could feel himself get eager to get out and find Namjoon. He needed him by his side but he also knew he shouldn't try to get out without knowing the place a bit better first. When he was done she informed him Doctor Lee would come shortly after. Jin sat on the bed waiting. Every second dragged out and felt like hours. He was suprised to realise he didn't feel anything towards his parents. He simply didn't hate them but he didn't love them either. When he got out of there, he didn't want anything to do with them. Who would lock their son away, just like that, without warning because they thought he was crazy. They defently didn't want the word to come out. He sat swimming in his thoughts when the door opened again.

"Hello Jin." Doctor Lee said and Jin narrowed his eyes.

"Hi." Jin said and Doctor Lee sat on the other end of the bed.

"As you probably have figured out, we brought you here after you passed out." He explained. Jin looked empty on him, he clearly knew that and saying it seemed pointless. "We're gonna take good care of you here. We're gonna help you fix the problem. In fact I thought I could ask you some questions right now. Do you mind?"

"Go ahead and ask your questions, I'll see if I'll be bothered to answer them." Jin said in a colder tone than he had ever used before. He felt as he somehow had lost some of his innocence being taken away and betrayed by his parents. Something inside him had been stolen but he couldn't figure out what it was.

"Alright. Who is it you're talking to when you're alone in your room?" Doctor Lee asked. Jin thought for a moment if he should say the truth or make up a lie hopefully to scare him off and have a little fun.

"It's a dead boy." Jin answered.

"A dead boy? Does he have a name?" Doctor Lee asked and Jin rolled his eyes.

"Of course he has a name! Who dosn't have a name?" Jin said like he was stupid.

"Sorry of course he has a name. What is it?" Doctor Lee asked.

"I don't really think is in my right to talk about someone elses business. Besides I haven't seen him since this morning when my parents locked their only son away." Jin said again in a cold tone. He didn't want to talk too much about Namjoon.