The meaning of living| Yoonmin

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My mom, dad and step dad have set up my stuff because they wanted to go through everything and check to make sure I didn't bring anything dangerous.

"I'm going to miss you." My mom exclaims, pulling me into a hug.

I let my arms fall to my side. She pulls away.

"Okay honey. Here's a debit card, we will put 200 on it every month for you. Remember we can see everything you purchase." She hands me a card.

I sit down on my bed and look at the card.

"Okay honey, keep your phone on you at all times just in case. Call us everyday. And I love you." She goes to kiss my cheek but I back away.

"I love you too." I mumble.

She wipes her tears as another teenager walks into the room and stops when he sees everyone. This must be my roommate. He's cute. My mom goes over to him.

"Hi I'm Mrs. Chyek." She introduces holding her hand out.

The guy turns around quickly and runs away.

"Rude." She mutters as she goes over my step dad.

"Julie he has problems." My step dad says kinda rudely.

My mom nods.

"Bye sweetie." She waves once again.

"Bye." I say.

They all leave. I open my side drawer and put the card in there. I lay down on my bed and cuddle with my giant teddy bear. Which is easy because I'm small for my age. I'm only 5 foot and I get picked on a lot because of it. The boy comes back. I'm hidden by my teddybear.

"Hi." I greet him.

He gets startled by me.

"Sorry." I say sitting up.

He stands there not saying anything.

"Okay." I mumble laying back down.

He leaves again. Some new people come in the room.

"Hello?" One of them yells.

"Hi." I greet.

They look around. I sit up showing myself.

"Oh we didn't see you behind there." The one laughs.

"That's the point, it's a good place to hide." I explain.

"Well I'm Taehyung, this is Jungkook and that's Hoseok." He says pointing to people.

I wave softly.

"So what are you in for?" Taehyung asks jumping onto my bed.

"Uhh." I look at the bed.

"Don't want to talk about it that's fine." He smiles.

"I'm in here because I have mood swings so beware of that. Jungkook has depression. And Hoseok has a eating disorder." He explains.

I look down and my lap avoiding their stares.

"You're cute, you know that?" He asks.

I shake my head.

"I'm surprised you got put in this room. They never usually assign people to yoongis room." He looks around.

"What's wrong with him?" I ask still playing with my sleeves.

"He has very bad anxiety, I believe other things but very major anxiety." Jungkook explains.

"That explains a lot." I mutter.

"He doesn't hang out with anybody." Hoseok whispers like it's gossip.

"The only person he talks to is the Head of the hospital." Jungkook adds.

I just nod my head.

"Which is too bad because everyone thinks he's insanely hot." Taehyung mumbles.

"Anyways you got here just in time for dinner. We're having Chicken strips and fries and chocolate cake." Jungkook announced.

"I'm not hungry." I state.

"You at least have to go." Jungkook encourages.

"Okay." I mutter.

I move my bear and get up.

"You're pretty small." Hoseok laughs.

I get back into bed and hide behind my bear again.

"Oh I'm sorry." He quickly apologizes.

"Can you two give us a moment?" Taehyung asks.

The other two nod and go out the door closing it.

"I'm sorry about them." He apologizes too.

"It's fine." I mumble into the bear.

"How old are you?" He asks.

"I'm 16." I sit up.

"I'm 17." He sticks his hand out but I don't take it.

"Anyways, I've been here for 5 years. Would you mind telling me why you're in here?" He asks.

"There's a lot of reasons I'm in here." I mutter.

"Okay if you had to sum it up how would you?" He asks.

"It's too complicated."