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]

"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.

[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]

"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.

[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."

[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."

[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.

[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."

[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."

[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.

[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."

[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.