[+Park Jimin]

In the colorless buds of springtime, these voices around him felt so alien. Slowly he fell into unconsciousness. Yet the topic remained wrapped.

Who was that patient?

When Park woke up his mind was still foggy and his limbs felt frail. They had positioned him back onto his warm yet hopelessly unoccupied bed. Jimin didn't need a human being occupying his bed.

It was his tolerance and emotions that had to be occupying his bed along with his body. A few covers keeping his body warm wouldn't be strong enough to erase the stigma's that he had shamelessly managed to carve into his past.

His bangs fell over his forehead curtaining his traumatized eyes. His very existence made him sick to his stomach. That crazy agony that took over him that one time. The lightless day when he lashed out at a few who were among his very own.

It was moronic satanity. He became one with the rest, snarling at them as though their thoughts didn't have claws burying their well-being six feet deep. He hurriedly shook his head sideways, panic seizing him. He was spiraling downwards. Again.

The more he realized it, the more erratic were his choked breathing.

 Outside the psychiatry, the disturbing display of the many in-born shocks overtaking the flower-like boy got the sky herself growling as she let torrents of rain pour over the building in high hopes that someone, anyone for that matter would take the hint and come embrace his delicate, pitiful figure.

Yet, he couldn't move. There were those leather restraints around his wrists, attaching him to his bed. 

Park Jimin. 

A prisoner of his abnormal tendencies. The male moaned in pain, writhing uncomfortably, realizing that they were cuffed around his reddening ankles too.

His arms jerk savagely to his chest. His gorgeous eyes were terrified, they seemed as though they were about to bulge. They looked so confused as panic surged him, all soulless and blank.

 He took in a big, lungful of oxygen, fear clawing up his lungs. His inner subconscious continuously signaled him to calm down and breathe instead of having his anger fuelled by panic cloud over him.

 His legs were jerking uncontrollably, muscles contracting and spasming as tears flooded his vision. "J-jagiya... my lovely jagiya, m-mianhae " he mumbled his eyes staring up, ahead, the whites of his eyes looking at nothing.

He imagined wrapping his arms around his darling little girl. If only he could kiss her honey dashed hair. Then kiss her gently on her wet cheek and squeeze his unborn child's form tighter, holding her. 

Warmly embracing her before he left.

As if this wasn't enough of a pain, his body convulsed yet again. His neck looked strained now, mouth stretched open, his pink tongue peeking through as his eyes stare hard into the emptiness in front of him.

 His arms spasmodically beat his chest, a smile forming on his lips. No more worrying others about his abnormalities. Perhaps, he'd let himself finally rest now. There is a scream of the mouth and lungs, and a scream of the eyes and soul.

 If the former gets no response, the latter begins. "I-I'm sorry " he mumbled before his body drifted off into a periodic breakdown.

 Outside the wind howled as the thunder continued on with her roaring, her mighty self writhing in pain as she witnessed his soft cries. Earth knew she'd witnessed scenes much worse than this particular one throughout her existence.

That's just how it is. Somethings we're never given justice to.

The atmosphere deepens through an ombre of blues until it reaches a perfect sunkissed yellow. .Today the weather is as the new bud under spring light, what was once closed tightly within was now blooming.

Completely oblivious to the ephialtes that took place in real-time for his patient, the doctor stepped in, hands sliding the massive doors open. 

A tall brunette with bright blue eyes and thin metal glasses approached him. His hair that looked all lustrous as an onyx stone was swept to the side and one lick stood up from the rest. Perhaps he was among those who were of the cream layer.

"It seems like you've had an outburst today," he said in a matter-of-fact-like, crisp tone. Jimin's eyes nervously shied away from the brunette's. Jimin always preferred it when silence crawled in between his conversations. 

After what seemed like enough time to have the earth rotate on its axis, he finally sighed. He'd witnessed death in the eye so many times now, that he was now accustomed to it. Episodes like the recent ones didn't really matter to him.

 The doctor raised a brow as he closed the door shut locking it as he walked towards his patient. Soon, Jimin's masculine yet floral scent wafted around him. He retrieved a chair, sat down, and withdrew a clipboard from the bedside table.

 "It's been three weeks since your last one. That's progress even at the slightest," he commented. "It also seems that counseling has little effect on you." Jimin's expressions remained stoic. He knew all that way too well." What do you think can help you?"

Jimin let his eyes wander away. Haha, the ceiling looked obscenely white today.

"To get out of this room," he confessed. "It frustrates me to be locked in a small room all day with nothing to do. I need something else to do bagsanim ." He muttered, palms sweating profusely. 

Something...something to distract me, he added in his mind.The reason why he didn't tell the doctor the last part of his sentence was because he was taken by surprise as to what he was going to say. It was as if the ability to speak was suddenly stolen by an invisible thief.

The doctor scribbled something down, his face remaining impassive throughout.

"Need I remind you of the fact that you are locked in here because of your tendencies to become aggressive?" he questioned the ex-dancer, "but we do have classes and activities for you if you want. I am willing to sign you off for one, either a class or a therapeutic activity that could perhaps keep you engaged "

 he leaned forward and undid one of Park's wrist restraints. The flower-like boy nervously let his teeth bite into his lower lip before he moved his hand, undoing his other restraint, and sitting up.

"Thank you Dr. Kang." he murmured head bending low for a bit. Kang inwardly smiled, such a warrior he was, to go through so much and yet he never let his manners go. The brunette nodded and handed him a yellow piece of paper from his clipboard.

"Those are your options, you're only allowed one approved class or activity per day."

Jimin scanned the paper, a few classes catching his interest. Disregarding the previous closely printed details, he smoothened out the sheet. He has a premonition of some sort,that ... that perhaps watching the mixture of flour and eggs rising would burst tingles of serendipity in him.

 Jimin's eyes leisurely took in the man's body structure paired with his controlled facial expressions. His dark eyes swept over the stark black letters on the yellow note, a complete contrast of colors.

The elderly male raised a brow. He narrowed them down and within a few seconds he made his decision and handed back the paper.

"Baking."

AN;

I don't wanna comment on this chapter, hope that the smile above remains on his face. don't let this story bruise you. you're loved and you all have my heart. heal yourselves