[+Min Yoongi]

Min Yoongi

A white room. Colorless walls. Empty sheets. Milk-colored pillows. Fragile curtains. Spotless tiles. Everything was as harsh as snow and as white as pain could ever be. The moment Yoongi stepped into the room he loathed it.

It was all too plain. It needed color, hue, pigment -a stain of some sort. Of any sort for that matter. After a few months, he was allowed to put up a poster and an oil splash painting he made.

It didn't require him a lot of detailing and as a result of him spending 43 precise minutes, the final masterpiece gave him just the right texture along with the perfect splashed blotches needed for this blossoming flower he had given life to through a countable number of paints. 

But it was still too white, the color anchored him to an uncountable number of gifts he never asked for. The drab color was beginning to suffocate him. It would have been better if he was allowed out of the winter room, but he was stuck in it his first year.

It was either a year of confinement or advancement in his therapy. Whichever came first, and right now Yoongi was planning to fake getting better just so he can escape the confinement of a  room.

The Korean male was sitting on his bed, knees drawn to his chest. His eyes were closed because even his clothes had to be white. It was making him nauseous. The door slid open quietly and someone stepped in.

The door slid shut and everything was silent. His subconscious felt the need to freeze his nerve impulses provoking his furrowed eyebrows.

"Yoongi?" A gentle male's voice prodded. "It is 2:30. It is time for your-"

"I know." the latter interrupted quietly, speaking to his knees. "It's just. . .I don't like this room. Can't we ever meet outside the room?" he lifted his head, auburn eyes meeting steel gray.

His Auburn eyes didn't want to look away from them because his doctor was just like the room. White skin, white aging hair, white teeth, a long, tidy, knee-length, rumpled white coat. "Dr. Joon," Yoongi began in a slow steady, and firm voice, "If I don't get out of this room, I won't be able to resist my urges."

The doctor's face remained impassive but nonetheless, Yoongi watched the gears turn in his head as he left. He gave out a sigh of relief and stepped off the bed. Would today be a break from the room? The artist walked over to the metal mirror and examined his reflection.

He grabbed the soft-bristled brush and ran it through his red-brown hair, humming as he did so. Next, he squeezed some toothpaste onto his toothbrush and quickly brushed his teeth. He had to look decent for his first visit out to the hospital right? Yoongi finished and spit in the sink, looking at his reflection once more.

He felt the enthusiasm course through his body, making him smile and giggle. He couldn't wait to venture out! Restricted and under surveillance but outside nevertheless!

The door opened once more and the doctor walked in. Yoongi grasped the brush tightly and held his breath. Damn it, his body always had to freeze in the most absurd of situations. He wasn't one to talk, not like he was fond of any type of conversation.

"Congratulations Yoongi, you're request has been granted!"

"Yay!" he jumped up and down merrily after pushing his hair aside gaily."Where are we gonna go?"

"Let's take a step backward for a moment." Dr. Joon held up his hands. "First, since you are a potential danger for others you are obliged to wear these." He held up a pair of silver handcuffs.

"Yes! Anything!" Yoongi snatched the handcuffs and snapped them on his wrists. "Can we go now?" he pleaded. Doctor Joon pushed his glasses up his nose and acknowledged.

"Certainly." He took hold of the chain connecting the cuffs and led his patient through the door to venture down the halls. At first, everything was the same as the room. White. But as they walked further down the hall posters began appearing; specifically, the sharp needle-like pins on the soft board intrigued him.

Anything known to be a good conductor of heat while also being sharp enticed him into this one giggly mess of a man.  The air around him calmed Yoongi a bit. So color did exist in this monotone hospital.

His Auburn eyes glanced around eagerly, taking in the hall. He realized the doors had no doorknobs or handles, but card sliders and that they also had tiny windows with thick glass. It was at this time the artist also realized just how insane they thought he was.

Which he wasn't of course. Man... he loathed how everyone here misunderstood him. He was the very embodiment of peace! He was just a misunderstood Korean artist. He shook his head rubbing his eyes, a burst of thoughtless laughter echoing escaping his lips.

After a few minutes of walking, they approached a wall with a door, blocking and ending the hallway. Dr. Joon reached for the ID on his lanyard and swiped it, the door clicked open. They walked through and continued on their walk to wherever it was they were going to.

A minute later, another doctor with his own patient stepped out of a room and began walking towards them. The tall, brunette doctor nodded his head in acknowledgment.

"Good afternoon, Dr.Joon." he greeted. Yoongi loved the vein protruding from the other male's neck. A little choking wouldn't be much of a deal he supposed.

"Likewise Dr. Kang." The white-haired male nodded in reply. His grasp on the chain tightened as they approached the two. Yoongi peered around his doctor to see the patient, but Dr. Joon pulled him along harshly. Yoongi glanced up in time to catch the eyes of the patient, icey blue eyes met his warm auburn ones.

His heart jumped as they left him and he quickly looked back. All Yoongi saw was the back of a blonde head set atop a tall, well-built body. He frowned and glanced forward again. I guess I can't talk with the other patients, how sad, He reckoned.

It was at that time that Yoongi heard a light chatter somewhere. they rounded a corner and a small room opened up. The carpet was a dark blue, complementing the (yet again) two colorless set of table and chairs.

The two adjacent walls were made entirely of tinted glass, exciting Yoongi. He smiled at Doctor Joon happily, who returned a quick grin before glancing around. There was another session going on at one of the tables.

The pair took the uninhabited table. Joon quickly pressed his face to the window and took in the sights of the city in the distance and the hills surrounding the hospital. He only had the view of a parking lot from his room, so seeing the world gave him peace.

Doctor Joon snapped the chain, attached to the table, to his patient's handcuff chains and eyed him for a couple of minutes before clearing his throat.

"So you told me the color white gives you urges?" he started. He set his notepad on the table and clicked his pen.

"Si~. It's too plain and boring!" Yoongi replied as he tilted his head sideways, eying the sharp tip of the ball pen he was using. He didn't really care about the ink inside.

"Interesting. What color do you think is not 'plain and boring'?"

"Red." he said gently.

"What shade?"

"Crimson. It's my favorite." he placed his hands between his unintended shaking legs and watched the doctor take notes.

"Now what is crimson red Yoongi?"

AN;

this entire book will be full of impromptu settings and words. nothing is planned and edited.I'm simply going to go with the flow here. basically, it's me mindlessly writing a jumble of words which i hope makes sense.forgive me

tag;

1》CSS sexual

2》idk? like mac came up with a whole new thing ?

4》I don't share my songs

5》brown ?black?

6》virgo

7》this is senseless

8》I don't like any

9》I love everything .I'll eat grass and I'm fine with that

10》34%

11》idk dude

12》add rice to anything and I'll have it

13》it's chocolate brown

14》idk?

15》something in the BME industry or the programming and software developing industry

16》I'll tag a few

FEXANII nd FEXANII