I told you I'm a monster

[monie]

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[worldwidehandsome]

"Hello, Namjoon." Jin smiled when he entered the room, sitting down opposite of Namjoon at his desk. The man had been cuffed to the chair he was in, but that was unfortunately a normal precaution. He knew that most men here were dangerous, but luckily so far he hadn't had any bad experiences on his first day. The last patient had told him that his face was like a flower, that was nice. "I'm Dr Kim Seokjin, but you can just call me Jin-hyung. I'm only a little older than you."

He had his file right here, after all. "Is there anything you want to talk about, first of all? I'd like to get to know you better."

[monie]

"Oh, shit. You're gonna wanna leave." Just a friendly heads up. Namjoon didn't believe this K-Drama fake looking doctor would stand a chance here but apparently he was determined to try and that was just bad news for everyone. Poor bastard, looking like that in a place like this. "You should quit, no one would be shocked and you'd get paid for the first day, I doubt they'd comp you for it."

He tilted his head side to side, as if debating the guy and his future, tilting his head back towards the door. "I think Seoul General Hospital has junior staff training programs. The hours and money are shit but you're safer."

[worldwidehandsome]

"Thank you for the career advice, but I'm very content to be here. This is what I studied for." Jin smiled a little and decided to just ignore that line of talk, because he wasn't sure what to make of it anyway. He wasn't going to allow himself to feel threatened. "I understand that you are extremely intelligent. That's so impressive."

He looked through the file, then lifted his head to look at Namjoon again. "You have a brother here, don't you? Taehyung. I hope you get to see him sometimes... Do you get along?"

[monie]

"This is incredibly dumb." Namjoon informed Jin as he was locked into his seat, again, for yet another therapy session. How often did they have to do this? "We talked yesterday." About nothing in particular but they still talked. Why were they talking again today? "What could you possibly want to talk about that's this urgent?"

The new Doctor was needy. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not. He mostly worried about Tae, he liked this guy. That was not good.

[worldwidehandsome]

"We have daily therapy sessions. You were always supposed to have them, so I'll blame your surprise on the predecessors. Now, yesterday you told me you liked that one janitor, Min Yoongi? Is that just because of his music?"

It was interesting. Namjoon seemed to really like music and apparently this one janitor always listened to music while working and had at some point started to play the music loudly while working near Namjoon, at Namjoon's request. He hadn't gotten much else out of either of them, Min Yoongi just figured it wasn't a big deal and he really wanted to get back to work and Namjoon was never helpful in any conversation for more than a minute.

"What music do you like, Namjoon? I've been wondering if we can maybe get instruments."

[monie]

"Hey, TaeTae, look what your hyung got you." Coming over to the back area of the rec room where Tae was sitting, he sat down next to him and slid along a snickers bar, grinning brightly at him. Reaching his hand up, he petted Tae gently on the head and checked around them, just in case anyone wanted to mess with Tae or had been before he'd come.

Tae was fragile, he needed protecting. Namjoon might have hesitated once but never again, he'd kill anyone who touched his brother.

"Told you I could get candy from the machine. What do I always say? Hyung can do anything."

[vante]

"Yep, I know." Tae didn't really doubt that. Anything Namjoon said had a tendency to come true, but hey. If he got candy out of the deal, he didn't really mind it. He set the candy bar down on the ground and ran a finger over it, feeling the surface underneath the chocolate. It felt nice, he could already imagine what it'd taste like.

Having been silent for maybe too long, he turned his head to look at Namjoon again, smiling brightly. "Hey!"

Might as well greet him, he had manners.

[vante]

"Are you sleepy? You look sleepy. You should sleep more." Tae gave Jungkook some good advice, wondering why he was so sleepy, because he definitely seemed it. "Were you up too long? Were you talking to your girlfriend?"

Subtle. Well, Jimin and him had discussed ways to find out whether someone was single and Tae was tired of waiting around for the right opportunity.

[jungkool]

"I work two jobs so... it's more that than anything." He lived alone these days after flunking out of university, not that he'd ever dare tell his parents that. His plan was to get enough money and go back, not to see them until he sorted his shit out but it was tricky. He worked here nine to five and then went to the gas station and worked the night shift. He got about three-four hours sleep. If that.

With a small, amused smile, he turned his head and looked at Tae. "Why does it matter if I have a girlfriend?"

[mochim]

Jimin didn't remember how he got here or where he was, he just remembered being in the rec room with Tae and then nothing. And now he was sitting on the third floor, which wasn't even his floor, not quite aware of what was happening. He sat there for a while until the smell of bleach and cleaning products became stronger.

Looking up, he heard the wheels of the cart and saw the janitor coming along. He was so handsome, he wondered what it felt like to have him touch him. Well... he could find out.

"Mister?" Jimin's voice shook with fear as he looked up at him, panicked and afraid. "Please help me, I don't know what happened."

[bluemold]

"...what are you doing here?" Yoongi frowned, putting his headphones down and stepping closer to the guy he didn't know, wondering if he should get one of the guards. Probably. "You're not supposed to be here, huh?"

Didn't know what happened. Well, he supposed that could be true, given what this place was. "What's your room number?"

Where were those guards anyway? He swore, none of them knew how to actually do their jobs.

[yourhope]

"Namjoon..." Hobi managed to sit down next to him at least. He'd missed the chair and he was sitting on the ground, but whatever. He could deal with that later, he was just glad to see the man. He put a hand on Namjoon's knee and smiled, trying for carefree. "You look good."

Lacking colour, but everything was lacking colour. Everything was turning white. Maybe it was slowly being erased, washed away? Hobi looked around, but there were no other signs, so he focused his eyes on Namjoon again. "Do you-- Can I? Can I have something? Please."

[monie]

"You can have something if you can name to me five things you've done since your last dose. It was two days ago, right? 56 hours. And in that time, without a hit, what have you been doing?" Namjoon loved Hobi in his own way but he was entirely too dependent on the pills. A great method on control but not one that meant anything good.

When he didn't have pills, he almost stopped existing. His brain turned into mush and he just lamented his lack of drugs. "What did you do at breakfast this morning?" Other than stare dead ahead and ignore his porridge.

[bluemold]

"Yo." Yoongi said nothing more after he stopped his cart and as he moved over to Namjoon's door, sitting down and leaning against it. It was nice, talking to someone but not letting them see his face. Not that he did this a lot. Mostly just with Namjoon, really. Namjoon understood him without looking at his face and sometimes even without words. He had never felt that way with anyone before.

"How's it going?" Perhaps a stupid question to ask someone stuck here, but still. Sometimes there were worse days, sometimes there were better ones. One never knew. Yoongi circled through his phone's song list and finally put something on, just so there'd be something in the background.

[monie]

Namjoon came over and dropped down by the door, back to it, itching his arm where he'd been restrained this morning. A guard slapped Tae for mouthing off and Namjoon intervened. He got beaten with their sticks and sedated, held down. He only woke up an hour ago and he wasn't feeling too fresh. He was looking forward to Friday, there was no denying it.

"Why are you still here? Your sorry ass can't get a better job? You're letting me down, man." Namjoon huffed a sigh and winced, moving his body carefully. "Did you even look at the jobs I gave you?"

[bluemold]

"Jungkook!" Yoongi had to think for a moment to remember the name, but he'd talked to the guard before. The youngest one around, always polite, someone who definitely didn't deserve to be stuck in the middle of this mess. Damn Namjoon.

He grabbed the guard by his arm and dragged him with him, making sure that no one was paying attention in the middle of the chaos. It only took one well-aimed shot of a rag he'd pocketed before to hit the light-switch and so it was entirely dark in the hallway, but Yoongi knew his way around. He opened a door and he pushed Jungkook inside, following behind him and pulling the door shut.

They were killing the guards, he knew they were. Jungkook wasn't even twenty yet! He wasn't going to let him die. "Keep your voice down." He whispered, staying with his back to the door and shielding Jungkook. This had to be Namjoon's doing. It was definitely Namjoon's doing.

He didn't want to die, but he couldn't think about that. Most of all, he didn't want Jungkook to die. That was a good thing to focus. "Try and calm down."

He put his headphones on Jungkook and turned on a song, looking back over his shoulder. He could hear steps, but no one was stopping for them. The closet was fairly well hidden. They might make it.

"Hyung's got you."

[jungkool]

The guy he was on his shift with just died. He literally just died. He saw him get ripped off the top of the stairs and fall to his death, screaming all the way down and then hitting the floor with a thud. A thud he could still somehow hear. They laughed. They were laughing and everything was falling apart, he knew they were coming for him but his legs didn't work, he was in shock and unable to do anything but stare in horror.

He barely remembered to move his legs as Yoongi pulled him along, stumbling along in fear as he clung to the older man. He barely knew him, he didn't know what was going on but he knew he was staff and probably not going to kill him.

As they entered the supply closet, he didn't say anything, he was too shocked to speak. He was trembling as the headphones went on, eyes wide with horror. They were screaming excitedly outside, he could hear people screaming for other reasons and shouting angrily... then the music came on.

Tears built up in his eyes as he fell into Yoongi, unable not to shake with fear. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to! He was too young, this wasn't fair. He just wanted tuition money. He had another shift in two hours elsewhere.

"I don't want to die, hyung." Sobbing, he leaned into Yoongi and tried to be as quiet as he could be. "They're going to kill me. Please. Don't let them kill me. I never hurt anyone, hyung. I swear. I'm a good boy."

[cutedevil]

"Nuh-uh! You can't do that."

"Fuck off, Ten. Since when were you the morality police?" The med bay was a total wreck, stuff was all over the floor and gurneys had been flipped over. Only one was left standing and there was where Doctor Kim was, pinned down face first, the bottom half of his clothes gone and his legs spread out, a tie stuffed in his mouth. They were about to rape him. Naughty.

"I don't but Joonie called dibs. You wanna piss off Joonie-hyung? He's about to be king and you really wanna do that?" Clearly he timed this perfectly, any later and Namjoon would have lost out on what he wanted from Jin.

The guys hesitated suddenly and, with great reluctance, they huffed and started putting their dicks away. One of them reached out, slapping Jin's bare ass and groping it. "You're lucky, pretty boy." The men back off and Ten slid past them, smirking playfully. Oh yeah, it felt good to have power, even if it was just secondary power.

Looking ahead, he came over to Jin and grinned, crouching a little so they were face to face. "Hi, doc! Nice ass."

[worldwidehandsome]

"...thank you." Jin coughed, spitting the tie out since he was free now that the men backed off and unsure what exactly he was thanking Ten for. He'd gotten a compliment, he supposed. He was very unsure whether to thank him just because 'Joonie called dibs', apparently.

He wished he could cover up, but all he managed was to sit up and cross his legs, looking around to see if his lab coat was somewhere. Anything like that. He looked at Ten, concern on his face for a moment.

Of course, there were tear tracks, he was close to panicking and shock hadn't even quite set in yet, but some instincts prevailed. He had manners and he was a doctor. "Are you injured?"

[vante]

"...hi." Tae felt awkward. Yes, Namjoon had promised him this, but he hadn't ever really thought about it that clearly. When he'd thought about Jungkook being his boyfriend, it had never been in here, for one thing. It hadn't been like this. Mostly it had been thoughts of holding hands and sharing ice cream and playing games and, yes, maybe his idea of dating was stuck in a more innocent time.

Definitely more innocent than this, with Hobi standing over a Jungkook that looked as if he'd been smacked around a couple of times, with Jungkook tied up with duct tape and looking less than happy. Not that he could blame him.

"Say 'hi', Jungkook." Hobi gripped Jungkook's hair, hoping he'd be properly responsive. He wouldn't mind breaking him, but he doubted Tae would want to see that.

[jungkool]

"Hi." That was not a happy hi. Jungkook was in pain, he was afraid and anger was there, wanting to badly to hurt all of them for this. He was humiliated, hurt and he wanted to go home. He wanted his hyung. He needed Yoongi. He glared at Tae, not an overly receptive boyfriend and there was no love in his eyes.

He didn't say anything besides what he had to say to stay alive. Fuck this guy. Fuck them all.

[monie]

"Yo, this is Rap Monster, still in control and we got more music so relax, enjoy, celebrate your freedom. If you need anything, address all complaints to J-Hope. He's your hope, he's your angel. And he has a gun so talk nicely." Namjoon announced happily through the intercom of the radio station, broadcasting more music from Yoongi's phone through the hospital and leaving it to play, enjoying the role of DJ quite a lot. It was the most fun he'd had in a long time.

He spun around in the chair and looked at Yoongi, who was still glaring at him and looking pissed. He gave him water, apologised for the circumstances and tried to make him comfortable - he was still pissed. It made sense, still annoying.

"You know, you can glare at me all you want but I tried to get you out of here. It's your own damn fault."

[bluemold]

"You got a very interesting definition of 'fault'." The silent treatment was unlikely to be effective and mostly Yoongi was just glad he got to talk at all. Obviously it seemed like Namjoon had a very interesting definition of everything, which he supposed wasn't surprising. Terrifying, maybe, but Yoongi was too pissed to be scared.

"Tell me where Jungkook is. Tell me that he's safe. I want to see him. I'm his hyung." Namjoon had a whole thing about keeping his people safe, although he had a weird definition of the word - again - so he wanted that to go both ways. Who Yoongi wanted safe should matter too and he couldn't get Jungkook in tears, begging him not to leave him out of his head.

[monie]

Jin had come down from his drugs, he'd been given water and food by Ten and then several inmates dragged him along some time in the evning. To his office, of all places. The bonds had been loosen a little, more crudely retied now Ten's expert hands weren't in charge of it. And then he was dumped in his chair and told to wait.

Five minutes later, Namjoon entered, took the seat opposite Jin and crossed his legs. "Okay, let's do therapy. I don't want you to get bored." Yep. He was doing it for Jin. He raised his hand to ruffled his hair, the side of his head had a big, black bruise forming from where he'd fallen. Embarrassing.

[worldwidehandsome]

"...did someone hit you?" He asked for several reasons. For one thing, he never liked anyone getting hurt. For another, if Namjoon, the leader of this mess, was getting attacked, it was truly going to get even worse, escalate. And lastly, Namjoon wasn't even receptive to therapy at the best of times, so he didn't see why he'd voluntarily ask for it now. Clearly something must have happened, a hit on the head seemed likely.

"Thank you for being so concerned with my entertainment."