The 7:30 alarm went off and Jungkook ignored it, as usual. It was just a merger of time until the people in white would come in and rip the covers off his body.

When they barged into his room, Jungkook sighed and reluctantly sat up.

"We have a surprise for you today," one lady said as she set a new change of clothes on Jungkooks bed.

His mouth was opened and pills of all kinds were swallowed and his mind went fuzzy. White blobs moved around the white room as white sheets were replaced on a white mattress. White was all jungkook saw. That goddamned color white.

He dressed himself while intoxicated and was led to breakfast where he stuffed food down his throat. At one point, he swallowed a piece of pancake that was too big, he was suddenly unable to take in air. Unknowingly, he caused a scene, accidentally knocking over the chair he was sitting in and falling on the floor.

The whole cafeteria of young children were terrified, having never seen Jungkook do anything more than sit and eat calmly or play the piano.

The people in white rushed over to Jungkook, but all he saw was a blur as he felt his body go limp and the white faded to black.

-

"Are you sure you want to see him?" The lady asked the brunette male. He replied with a confident nod and a smile.

"He's my age, so I think it will be interesting to see a patient who's so much older."

The lady looked at him with worried eyes but reluctantly signed a paper.

"Alright Mr. Kim. You can go in, but no ones promising that you're going to get a word out of him."

He nodded again.

"Thank you."

The doors to the room opened and the boy was met with a large room with soft walls. The kind you see in the movies about psychopaths. But when he found the resident of the room, resting soundly in the bed in the corner of the room, he thought, how could this boy be a psychopath?

Afraid of waking the sleeping boy, he sat on a little sofa and waited for him to wake up. He doodled on his notebook while he waited.

-

Jungkook was back in his bed. His eyes fluttered open to be surrounded by the more or less comforting plush walls. He sat up and looked around, spotting someone sitting on the small couch on the opposite end of the room. But to his surprise, it wasn't any of his regular teachers. Was he starting a new class today?

The man looked over at him and smiled. Jungkooks eyes widened. When the stranger stood up, he was dressed in something showed absolutely none of that goddamned color white.

The person sat on the edge of his bed. He had a notebook and a pencil with him. Jungkook stared at him, waiting for him to reach out his hand and open it to show some type of medicine that Jungkook would have to take. But the only thing this person did was speak.

"My name's Taehyung," he said with a box shaped smile.

Jungkook stayed silent. His heart was beating hard. He can't remember having this much color in front of him. Taehyung wore a black t-shirt with tight, ripped blue jeans, and his hair was brown with bits of green mixed into his bangs. Was it possible to have green hair?

"I've heard that you're a man of few words," Taehyung continued, "so I'll just tell you about me. Maybe that will make you a bit more comfortable."

Taehyung kept smiling but Jungkook kept staring. He was curious about this person, so he listened carefully, not blocking him out like he did everyone else.

"I'm a student," he began, sitting with crossed legs on Jungkooks bed, "It's for a psychology class. I'm here on an assignment. I pick a patient to hang out with for a while and document on their condition. Fun right?"

More or less, Jungkook thought. So this guy was here to do what everyone else was doing. He just wasn't the one forcing drugs into his body.

"But then I heard that there was a patient the same age as me! So I thought, 'why not make a new friend in the process?'"

Jungkook held his unbroken stare. So maybe he could learn to like this person, if he was genuinely interested in Jungkook. He continued to listen to Taehyung.

"So, Jungkook, I don't want you to be afraid of me or anything. I know you must be really afraid of this place sometimes. I was looking at your records. Do you know how many kids of different medication you get every week?"

A blank stare.

"18 different medications. Crazy right? But you know what's even crazier? Not a single pain killer! I wonder what it must feel like to not have to take pain killers. Never getting head aches, or stomach aches, or sore throats. You've got like, some sort of super power!"

Super power? Jungkook thought, if it was a super power I wouldn't be locked up in here. But what Taehyung was saying was simply the opposite of everything he had been told by the people in white. Thy told him that his "super power" was unhealthy and needed to be controlled.

"I would give anything if I didn't feel pain like that. I could do anything," Taehyung awed. He obviously didn't see the problem Jungkook was dealing with.

"But I also see they're putting you through speech therapy. An 18 year old that doesn't talk. I guess I get that. I mean, I wouldn't speak much if I was kept in here my whole life. But still, they think you just can't talk"

Jungkook stiffened. His mind was cluttered with the dilemma during the short period of silence. Should he? What if the people in white see? He quickly decided.

"I can talk," he spoke.

Then there was silence. The two boys were sort of having a staring contest. Taehyungs plump lips hung slightly opened as he was caught of guard by the sweet voice that seemed to enjoy through the room.

He can talk.

"I see," Taehyung finally replied.

Another brief silence. You could feel the sudden awkwardness throughout the room.

"So, Is it okay if I ask you some questions?" The brunette

Jungkook gave a small nod before Taehyung picked up his notebook. He opened it and flipped a couple ages before finding a long list of miscellaneous questions to ask Jungkook.

"So," he started, clearing his throat, "do you remember when you discovered you couldn't feel pain?"

Jungkook shook his head. The 18 different medications corroding his memories until there wasn't anything left to remember. All he knew was white.

The questions continued to come and Jungkook mostly responded with gestures. Nodding, shaking his head, shrugging, etc. it was a tedious and awkward process for them both.

"Do you like being here?"

A shake of the head.

"When was the last time you went outside?"

A shrug.

"When you get hurt, do you feel anything at all? Like pressure or blood running down your skin."

To this question, Jungkook nodded but decided to respond as well.

"I can feel the blood. But that's it." He spoke so softly, like there was something sleeping that he didn't want to wake up.

"What does it feel like?" Taehyung followed with another question.

"It's like," the black haired boy hesitated, "... Like warm water that's... Really thick... Running down."

Taehyung write down every word into the spiral notebook, then asked one final question.

"If you know you won't feel it, why do you try to hurt yourself?"

Jungkook paused for a long time thinking. Why did he do it? Maybe he thought the next time would feel different? Or maybe...

"I don't want to be the only one," he replied.

Taehyung cocked an eyebrow, not sue what the boy was saying. But Jungkook, reading his expression, took the spiral notebook and bent the metal spiral that held the notebook together out. He took Taehyung hand gently in his and swiftly sliced a cut with the bent piece of metal on to the side of Taehyungs tan hand.

He pulled away quickly and winced, holding his unharmed hand over the wound, applying pressure to stop the bleeding that had already stopped.

Jungkook then took the wire to his own skin, leaving a shallow gash in the same place, and he felt nothing. He let the blood flow from his hand and drip onto the white sheets.

"See," Jungkook said at almost a whisper, "you feel it and I don't. I'm the only one. I don't want to be the only one."

Suddenly, the door was opened and a stampede of people in white flooded the room. The scene turned into chaos. Jungkook backed up into the corner of his bed against the wall as blood covered the colorless sheets. Taehyung had disappeared from the vicinity and Jungkooks arm was being yanked to the edge of the bed. Sheets were quickly replaced while a hand was being bandaged and before Jungkook could wriggle out of the people in whites grasp, something was injected into his upper arm and he fell to the ground.

I'm the only one.

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Taehyungie is here yay.

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