〈 corridors

@[f] huang zitao Hansol walked down the corridor, his emotionless eyes glued to the floor. He just wanted to go to his room and sleep some more - he wasn't actually quite sure why did he go out in the first place. Sometimes he just felt like walking around aimlessly, but today wasn't one of these days. He felt a bit fed up, but he wasn't sure with what. Maybe just with his life in general.

He tried to clear his head of any thoughts, as it was the only way of dealing with things that seemed to work. Temporarily, but worked, anyway. He got so lost in the emptiness of his mind, though, that suddenly he felt himself bumping into someone. Physically weak as he was, he instantly fell to the floor. "," he muttered under his breath and looked up at the boy's extended hand. "It's okay," he said coldly and stood up. He narrowed his eyes slightly, seeing the other's flushed cheeks and embarrassment. He still looked really happy, though. And that seemed so... suspicious.

@[f] kim jongin Kumo let out a soft 'tsk' and her frown deepened at the question. "I hate the sunlight." She answered, "And crowded areas....and noise. There's too many people out there, and it's obvious it'll get loud soon enough." She didn't find her reasons for staying inside unreasonable, though they might have been a bit odd. But Kumo had always been like this, didn't matter to her what other people thought. She let out a sigh and turned back to the male, "Why are you still inside?" She asked, continuing the conversation. "Afraid your your skin would get any darker?" She snickered. But she realized a few seconds late that she could've triggered something, it was best not to get anybody mad in a place like this. You never know why they're in here, each person was just as dangerous as the next. "I was joking." she coughed, a bit pathetically. She wasn't up for another fight if this guy was a violent one as well. She was still in the process of healing from that last fight.

Kumo inwardly cringed. She wished she could've been a bit more like Hare or Ame and think before speaking for once. Too late now though. She laid her head back down onto her knees and let out another, deep and long sigh. She'd been doing that a lot lately, but...his place was just so...boring. And restricting at that. The girl couldn't do anything anymore, literally, except for maybe sit in the corridors all day and stare out the windows.

@[f] lee yejin Jiyong nodded frowning and sighed "yes I noticed im two floors from mine which is the fourth. I'd have you lead me back but .. the worst walk around mumbling at that time. Its no place for a lady." He said softly cuddling into his bathrobe and continued to walk he paused to smile at her his eyes dead now for it was G-Dragon who lifted his hand and waved playing as Jiyong now though it was the eyes that sepreate the two and tended to be a dead give away of course to someone he knew otherwise it looked like he'd fallen asleep and G-Dragon fell into the wall knowing well the affect it looked from another's point of view.

@[w] zhang yixing Oh, Sunggyu prayed with them who wished for the dispute to end soon. He's had enough people fighting over him, with how some would say he's just another useless trash in their family and the others saying he's just a poor boyㅡnone of them actually knew how hard it was already to just keep going on. Like there's even a need to add to the pile of problems he had to face.

And then it happened.

Eyes opened wide, Sunggyu looked up and stared at the mark himselfㅡYixing wouldn't... it was impossible. The counselor had been the best he actually had. For him, that is. He didn't think forcing him to get over the problem worked, because he simply have tried himself; while the Chinese counselor was saying what he had kept in mind himself: when he's ready, he would talk.

The only problem was when, and Sunggyu had no idea if the time would come.

But back to the topic at hand, he /seriously/ could not believe his eyes. Zhang Yixing, slappingㅡno, it has to be an accident just like what he said. Sunggyu didn't see it himself because he was trying to wipe his tears away, but when it comes to the matter of trust, he trusted the other.

There's no way he would slap someone like that.

Biting his lower lip silently at the question coming after the other counselor left, Sunggyu tried to assess himself. Whatever delusion he seemed to have earlier had disappeared, and though he was still slightly trembling, much worse things could've happened. He was painfully aware of the problem, which was why he only nodded then as an answer.

'Are you, though?' He signed, concern lacing his own gaze as he looked at the other male. To think that he did it for himㅡ

'I'm sorry.'

@[f] kim sunggyu The two continued to go back and forth, the discussion between the two counselors starting to become a clash of different counseling methods more than anything. Yixing being the one to take the soft approach, willing to give his patients as much time as they needed to open up to him and make progress. While the other was more straight to it, someone who didn't mess around and forced his patients to get over their problems so that they could become fit for society as soon as possible. By now, a few concerned glances from other workers had been sent their way, but no one necessarily stepped in to say anything, as they were all busy with their own individual work. Although most were praying they would solve their dispute soon.

Trying his best to not the insults affect him, Yixing strongly defended both his patient and his counseling method, firmly stating that Sunggyu would talk when he was ready to, which led the other to scoff. Though just as he opened his mouth to speak once more, Yixing was slightly flailing his arms as he spoke, eyes full of passion for his job. So much passion in fact, that he didn't even realize that the other man had, unfortunately, stepped a bit forward at the wrong second, which led to the back of his hand connecting with the other's cheek. The loud sound echoing through the corridors.

His eyes widened as he stared hard at the red mark left on his co worker's face. "Oh my gosh, I'm so so sorry! It was an accident I swear!" He sputtered out his apology, bowing his head repeatedly as he stepped forward, only to have the other step back, eyes holding a new hatred for Yixing. "I'll fix this. Come on we can-" "Stop. Just leave it. Just don't even." The other male cut him off, turning on his feet and walking away from the two, completely dropping the topic of Sunggyu. Yixing's face turned red as he looked at his hands, completely appalled with his actions. "I can't believe I did that." He breathed out guiltily, even though it had been an accident, he definitely did not condone violence in any way, shape, or form.

However, remembering Sunggyu, he turned around to face him, his gaze now full of concern. "Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.

@[f] park chanyeol Jongjin hummed and pursed his lips a bit as he thought about what the other said. "They are twisted indeed... but I believe that all people are in one way or another" he said and shrugged his shoulders before smiling at the other. "But I hope you get out. I think you belong out there rather then in here. After all you had a good life out there"

Jongjin smiled and chuckled softly as the other seemed to take his life style quite easily. "Alright then if you are sure" he said and bit his lip. "I'll do my best in being a good friend"

@[f] won jongjin The boy laughed softly, shaking his head lightly. "Well... I've just to be myself around people like us." He mumbled, reaching up to nothing but air and curled his fingers into a tight fist. "I've to endure it for a while, be a good guy and I'm out. You can't know what's inside one's as long as they put on a fake mask of 'normal'." He had a wide grin plastered over his lips as he thought of his ways to escape from this prison. "Power tends to corrupt and the government is more twisted than us." He looked at the other for his opinion, blinking his eyes.

His mouth curved into a smile, hand waving in mid air as a sign of dismissal. "Nope. There's no problem. Actually as long as you don't try to harm others, you're good. Way better than those fake humans."

@[f] park chanyeol Jongjin smiled and listened to the other talk, leaning his head against the wall as he glanced at the boy. "You know if you want to get released from here I think that you better watch your words. You are a passionate person and I think that it's good but you are also too free-spoken. if you don't want people to think you are crazy then you should like I said think about what you are saying" he said as a friendly advice even though he couldn't care less if the other got out or not. But no, he couldn't really say that. Chanyeol came from a good family, he knew that. He would have had a promising future if he was just on the outside. His situation was very unlike his own. Jongjin didn't have a chance to begin with.

Jongjin smiled softly and nodded. "Alright if you say so" he said and chuckled lightly. "Sure we can be friends I guess. As long as you don't mind being friends with a person like me"

@[f] won jongjin Chanyeol nodded his head slowly, still grinning. He would be surprised if the other didn't feel weird, not that he wishes to. "You did very well." His eyes darted back to the outside, gazing at the tall buildings, huffing out dreamily. "Hope so. I don't have any problems here except the boredom and they way they think I'm lunatic or whatever. Everyone is different and that makes them human... I guess. Stupid government." His mouth turned up into a sour frown, looking at the tallest building that happens to be the head office of government. "Wish that building burn to ashes..." before looking back again at the other male.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Jongjin. Small things like these happens in big cities. Soooooo...... friends?" Chanyeol smiled genuinely albeit a small one but its the thoughts that counts right? "Everyone need a friend.... that's what I heard so far..hn."

@[f] park chanyeol Jongjin chuckled softly and then smiled at the other. "I'm glad I could make you feel better" he said, his voice getting a bit friendlier as he was starting to warm up towards the other. Usually people only took advantage of him but this boy was actually taking his time to talk to him. And it was unusual for sure. "Well I hope that you will be able to get out soon then. I on the other hand actually have a better life in here. There are no one on the outside that I care for"

Jongjin scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly. Perhaps he had been a bit rude to think the worse of the boy. Because that was what he was after all, a boy. "No you are right. I'm sorry" he said with a gentle smile. "And there is nothing that I wish for"

@[f] won jongjin The grin spread across his lips is very creepy, as he was told, eyes mismatching. "That.... certainly made me feel better. And I hope him dead by the time I get out of this damn asylum. Its so boring here. You didn't miss your 'friends' is a surprise." Chanysol hummed out, now pressing his lips into a thin smile albeit a happier one, he guessed so.

The young boy laughed softly, shaking his head in amusement. Here he was, trying to befriend someone. Why? That shouldn't matter to others since he's very secretive, and sometimes he isn't. "Is there something needed to befriend someone you find interesting for a change huh? I'm just curious as to what you think. That's all. Or perhaps you wish something else?" He asked with a tilt of his head, putting on a innocent face.

@[f] won jongjin The grin spread across his lips is very creepy, as he was told, eyes mismatching. "That.... certainly made me feel better. And I hope him dead by the time I get out of this damn asylum. Its so boring here. You didn't miss your 'friends' is a surprise." Chanysol hummed out, now pressing his lips into a thin smile albeit a happier one, he guessed so.

The young boy laughed softly, shaking his head in amusement. Here he was, trying to befriend someone. Why? That shouldn't matter to others since he's very secretive, and sometimes he isn't. "Is there something needed to befriend someone you find interesting for a change huh? I'm just curious as to what you think. That's all. Or perhaps you wish something else?" He asked with a tilt of his head, putting on a innocent face.

@[f] park chanyeol Jongjin raised an eyebrow and then laughed as the other told him what it was his brother had done. He wasn't really that surprised. He might have been good in bed but he was an egoistic bastard as well. "He was good but he wasn't the best one I have ever had. There certainly was room for improvement" he said and chuckled softly. "And I can't say that I hope he'll be alright. I have no feelings towards that man after all"

He tilted his head as the other was suddenly giving attention to him again, rather then disappearing in his own thoughts. He was not sure of where this conversation was going which made him suspicious. "So what boy?" he asked carefully as his eyes narrowed a bit.

@[f] won jongjin If anything he loathed his brother more than anything, despised him to the point where he even thought of murdering him. His brother was his half brother, a mistake on their family's part. Yet they treasured him like he's some rare animal on it's extinction while he himself was treated like a robot whose only purpose was to work & work. "How much I hope he'd be bad at that too. Tho he's now dead in a sense. Bastard ran away from home, taking an amount of money with him. Coward." The boy unconsciously growled at the memories. It happened months before he was sent here. Another reason why Chanyeol got stressed and s happened.

"Anyways..." He snapped out of trance, giving his full attention to the one in front of him who he thinks is much more worthy of his attention than his coward brother. He held out his hand, grinning from ear to ear; brown orbs glowing in glee. "Well... love isn't enough. Jongjin..." Chanyeol chirped out. "You're interesting. Saying that guy is good is something unexpected. soooo.... "

@[f] park chanyeol Jongjin crossed his legs and leaned back a bit, chuckling softly at the reactions the other had. He raised an eyebrow as the other mocked him but nodded his head anyways. "Yeah he was that good actually. why do you think I stuck around him?" he asked and tilted his head while looking at the other. He could clearly see that he wasn't very comfortable with talking about his brother, but he didn't really care.

He nodded his head slowly before pursing his lips. "Yes a bit" he replied and then chuckled. "Expecting love in this place is foolish. At least I understand that". He scoffed a bit at the mere thought of love, it was nothing but troublesome. "If I need a friend? does it seem like I need one? and please just call me Jongjin will you?"

@[f] won jongjin The young park let out a snort, making a sour face. What the? That creature and plus point? Don't make him laugh. He waved his hand in dismissing the thought alone, growling grudgingly to himself. S
Anything but good. "Cheh. He's anything but good in anyway." His mouth curved up a little into a lopsided smile, eyes narrowing as he stared at the other intently. "If that's what you say.. May be he had made you feel 'good', friend. Was he that good, friend ssi?" Chanyeol sang softly, tilting his head in a mock. More than anything he wouldn't have someone praising his brother in any way. Not in front of him. His fingers started to tap against the edge of the window in a rhythm, body swinging left to right.

"You're lonely ehh? That's not a surprise since all they want is love not a night time's fun..hmnnn..." Chanyeol exclaimed, nibbling on his bottom lip in thought. "Do you need a friend, friend ssi?"

@[f] park chanyeol Jongjin chuckled softly before he also took a seat on the windowsill next to the tall boy. "You sure don't like him it seems. not that I blame you. But your brother did have some good qualities too~" he said and almost purred as he remember the time he had spent with the older brother.

"Oh it doesn't? you must be pretty tough then~ I don't think I would ever be able to burn my own skin or let anyone else do it for that matter" he said and then hummed softly, closing his eyes as he let out a soft breath. "No one wants to be friends with a boy. not outside and not in here. But I'm lonely. I get my share of attention here anyways even if it's only for an hour a day or so"

@[f] won jongjin The boy closed his eyes for a moment, hands crossed over his head as he nodded head slowly. Groaning out softly as unnecessary memories of his bastard of a brother's ran through his mind. "Mhmn... true. true. He's nothing but a , unwanted pimple & the least person you want to drink water when dying." He hummed out, letting out a dejected sigh. "I'd be happy if he were to be dead when I return." A grin crept upon his face upon the thought alone.

"Yeah. I like having the flames linger upon my skin and they actually won't that much..." He said excitedly as if they were talking about normal things not burning skin. "Ah!.... Well.. aren't you bored here, being alone friend? If I remember, you had a lots of friends."

@[f] park chanyeol Jongjin couldn't hold in his laughter as the other asked if his brother had ever made him feel special. because to him it was just utterly ridiculous. "Have you met your brother? do you think he would be able to make me feel special?" he asked and rolled his eyes. "You can call him whatever you want kiddo, because truth be told. your brother is a and we weren't really friends."

Jongjin listened carefully as the boy explained why he was there. So he had a fascination for fire, how interesting. "fire huh? well fire is a beautiful thing. I don't think it makes you crazy for liking it… but burning yourself.. now that is crazy" he said with a nod and then smiled. "Nothing is up. I was standing in the hallway alone after all. And I don't have any friends."

@[f] won jongjin Chanyeol let out a soft laughter, shaking his head to himself, his eyes sparkling as if he had found something out of the world like child. Well.. he did in a sense. He found the 'friend' of his brother. A sly smirk bloomed on his lips. "Heh... doesn't bastard fit someone like him? Or he made you feel special 'friend'?" He quoted the last word with his fingers, scrunching his face in distastes. He'd be that rude if the other didn't question his attitude for that bastard of brother. "Don't... question about that bastard. He is the least one to I want to refer as my family. I call him what I want." He said, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Hmnn... let's see. I'm here cause I'm a twisted one, a flawed one, one loves to light fire, burn himself. Does that make me a lunatic? Different? Whatever you like to say." Chanyeol hummed out, looking down at the ground from the window, mouthing an 'o'. "So.... what's up? Having 'friends' here, friend?" He asked provokingly, tilting his head to side, his doe eyes innocently looking at the other.

@[f] park chanyeol Jongjin raised an eyebrow at the other's bratty behavior. Sure he was used to being treated like some kind of lesser being by his brother, but this kid was younger then him and plus they were both locked inside of here and all social statuses they had before had been stripped from them, which meant that the other wasn't above him at all.

"Bastard? what a nice way to address your own brother" Jongjin said and chuckled softly, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the wall again, his eyes locked on the other ones. "And no he didn't send me here. I was actually caught by the police. then again I wouldn't be surprised if he was the one that tipped them off. I never trusted him anyways. I knew what he was capable of. But what are you doing here? you never struck me as a lunatic"

@[f] won jongjin The young park nodded his head curtly, throwing away the manners, not intended but something he is used to do when meeting others. He is raised to look down on others, giving the aura of being above others. Not his fault if he makes you feel inferior. A small, sly smile creeping on his face as he clicked his tongue together as if he was disappointed tho there was nothing to be disappoint of. He never gave much attention to his brother let alone his so called friends. It just happened to be he remembers things, even unwanted ones too. Cons of having good memory. If he remember, the other guy came very often and his mother would send him to his room, saying he shouldn't get close with 'beings like them' that confused him. Tho he later understood what his mother meant. The boy heaved out a soft sigh, reaching up to run his fingers through his messy hair.

"I'm that bastard's younger brother." Chanyeol said so casually as if he's not cursing own blood brother but someone he happens to know and flashed a wide grin, a creepy one to boot. "I was wondering why 'friend' wasn't coming. Never thought will find you here." He hummed out, popping down onto the edge of the window, gazing out side for a moment. "Did he send you here or you get yourself here?" He knew how much of a selfish bastard his brother is. He'd not hesitate to kill someone to reach his goals so it wouldn't be a surprise if he sent someone to asylum or even involved in the case a little.

@[f] park chanyeol Jongjin just stood by one of the large windows in a large corridor. He knew the asylum like the back of his hand since he had now been there for two years? no it was more. it was three years now. He had been locked in here for three years and not seen the outside world ever since then, only when he looked out through this window. From here it was possible to see the tall buildings from the city. He didn't exactly miss it, the only thing he actually missed was the alcohol and the constant partying. Otherwise he had everything he needed in here.

He sighed softly to himself and put his hands into the pockets of his loose fitted sweats, deciding that he might as well go back to his room or something. There was nothing for him to do here anyways or anyone to entertain him. But as soon as he looked up he saw a familiar figure and then he heard him calling for him.

He was confused though. Park? Had he known any Parks? He tried his best to remember and then it hit him. There had been a young man from back in the days, and his name was Park. But was this him? no, he was too young, but they did share similar features. "Yes I am. And you are?" he asked and tilted his head slightly as he tried to remember him and then he finally remembered. He was the little brother. Chan… something if he wasn't mistaken. He sure looked different, back then he had just been a kid seeing as Jongjin hadn't been too old himself. Maybe fourteen or fifteen. It was at least before he got arrested.

@[f] won jongjin It hadn't been a long since Chanyeol arrived at this place, asylum, so called home for flawed ones. Tsk. Flawed ones? In his eyes everyone is flawed. No one is perfect. Human is imperfection. But alas! No one will accept the harsh reality. Chanyeol sighed as he walked a few steps further away from his room. Once in a while he'd wander around the corridors of the asylum, getting lost in his thoughts. And when he thinks, he thinks nothing but how rotten human society is. From afar it might look epitome of perfection but it isn't, even a bit. "What a sad life. Nothing to do...." He sighed out, a frown appearing on his features. He shook his head in disappointment. "Certainly not my thing." He mumbled, taking a turn at the corner when his wandering eyes landed on a figure not so far away from here, causing him to stop on his track. It wasn't a new thing for him to spot strangers but for some odd reasons, he found that face familiar. Have they met before? Somewhere? The young park thought, chewing on his cheeks, leaning against the wall on his back and stared at the unknown person, going through his memories.

Social parties? Nope. School? Functions? Office? Nope. He thought all the possibilities. It took him a while to remember that his older brother, he hates so much, used to bring a lot of 'friends' home. May be one of them? He pushed himself a little bit to remember and what he got? The answer. Yup. He clearly now remember seeing that guy from above. He only caught his features that's why he didn't remember that person clearly. What a surprise to have his brother's friend here. Having nothing to do, he thought to entertain himself with the other a little.

"Hey!" He said, flashing one of his practised smile at the other. "You're the one that came to Park residence often years ago, right? "

@[w] zhang yixing [ lololol x3 I need clues here. Still trying to figure out how the system really works~ ]

Comfortableㅡflawsㅡconfinementㅡ

Sungyu hugged his arms, his nails digging marks into his skin. The pain just helped; at least he could actually hear them now with a somewhat clearer mind. Eventually regaining his normal state, he focused on his breathings insteadㅡthough then he couldn't help but look hesitantly at Yixing, then at the other counselor because of the former's last words.

Was it his own fault he couldn't talk, that he would be sent to solitary confinement just for it? Not that he really minded, but it had just attacked him right at the core of his being.

Was that the problem, then? He's just too weak to fight it that every ing time he actually forced his voice out, he ended up losing his consciousness?

Why didn't they let him just die, then? Why did he have to be here forcing his own self to do the things they wanted because they think it would cure his flaws?

One's past could not be undone, and scars remained scarsㅡeven more so when the one who made these scars was hiding among them.

Yet he could never tell.

Looking down, he blinked his tears away, hugging himself even tighterㅡit just...hurts.

@[f] kim sunggyu [ oh okay /bricked. i didn't know whether you would want me to or not! ]

Choosing the ignore the annoyed sigh of the other counselor, Yixing stood his ground regardless. Even though most other workers would have ignored the scolding, and if they had been told that, they definitely wouldn't have gotten involved, Yixing wasn't like most counselors. He was now hell bent on getting Sunggyu out of whatever trouble he had somehow gotten into. Even without hearing what happened, he knew that it couldn't possibly be the other's fault, Sunggyu didn't speak, he barely even looked at Yixing, so the counselor couldn't see him doing anything that would call for being reprimanded like this.

As soon as he heard the reason however, a rare frown crossed his face, his eyebrows furrowing. "I'm not saying it's your fault!" He replied, his voice growing a little louder, however, he managed to hold himself back, making sure to lower his voice now. "He can't talk. Hence the reason he is on floor two. Maybe if you calmed down and initially thought it through logically-" The other counselor cut him off immediately, "Logically? Are you implying that I just don't think logically?" He questioned, and Yixing opened his mouth to deny it, but before he could even do so he had been cut off yet again. "Maybe if you were a stricter counselor and would stop being such a laid back wuss with your patients, they would actually be able to rid of some of their flaws. But it seems that you being their counselor is only making them grow comfortable with their flaws." He retorted. "I suppose I will have to step in as the responsible counselor and show you how it's done. He," He paused pointing to Sunggyu. "Is going to solitary confinement."

Upon hearing the /insults/ complaints about his counseling methods, Yixing bit his lower lip harshly, his gaze saddening a bit. He wasn't a failure as a counselor, he knew that for sure. He just did things different, and he never thought there was anything wrong with it. Just like how he never thought there was anything wrong with being flawed in the first place. But of course he couldn't just up and say that. His eyes widened though as he heard the other male try and sentence Sunggyu to solitary confinement. "Well, as his assigned counselor, I override your decision. He is my patient, and that means you can't do anything without going through me first. Solitary confinement won't magically make him speak!" He argued back, finally successfully wedging himself between the two, making the other step back a bit and stare at him incredulously.

@[w] zhang yixing "This is none of your business, Zhang Yixing." The counselor huffed an annoyed sigh at the arrival of the Chinese male, which Sunggyu actually only heard faintly, and he didn't even catch the meaning of the words said properly. It was already hard enough that the silent hall actually buzzed for him—he tried hard to fight the memories from coming back, but it was there.

He couldn't say whether Yixing's arrival helped with it or not, because at the same time, he protected him, and he's a male—everything in Sunggyu's mind was just jumbled up right at that moment, and he backed up against the cold wall, barely registering the words of the other males.

"Even if he's your patient—oh, whatever," the counselor said, nearly rolling his eyes. "Really now. Why the hell are you so sure that it isn't his fault, huh? Are you saying it's /my/ fault that he doesn't answer to /absolutely everything/?"

Eyes closed, Sunggyu lowered his head, his back pressed at the cold wall. Breathe, he chanted in his mind, breathe—and yet the rising voices of the arguing people near him didn't help at all.

And even if he wanted to scream, he couldn't now.

[ You can godmod the counselor btw OMG xD ]

@[f] kim sunggyu It was a good day, or at least, Yixing thought so. He had woken up on time - which was quite rare for him -, managed to get in a few meetings with some of the more troubled patients, and then got the chance to go outside in the courtyard and speak with a few there as well. Ultimately, Yixing considered it to be a good day, because good days were unfortunately, rare nowadays. Although how many good days could one expect to have in an asylum? Being as optimistic as ever though, Yixing always hoped for the best, thinking that the next day would be even better. It was quite a naive thought but he did thought that way regardless.

Now on hallway duty, which consisted of him trailing around the dorm floors with a guard to check on patients every now and then, Yixing was rambling away, paying no mind to the fact that the guard beside him looked like he was ready to fall asleep at any moment. That was common here, as most workers got no more than four hours of sleep of night, including Yixing, though he never let the lack of sleep bother him. If anything, it only gave him more energy. Quite frankly, by now even Yixing had lost track of what their conversation had originally been about, because now he was going on and on about the amazing traits of the patients he had been assigned, and the guard was definitely not interested as like most other 'perfect' society members, he couldn't care less about the flawed.

Having been talking for a good ten minutes nonstop now, Yixing only paused as he heard what sounded like a counselor reprimanding a patient. While he himself wasn't exactly a fan of seeing the patients getting reprimanded, he knew that before he could go up to floor three that he had to go down this hall. He turned the corner, picking back up the conversation as he began to head down the hall, only to have him immediately drop the topic once more as he saw just who was being scolded. It wasn't one of the 'troublesome' patients, in fact it was one of his very own patients, one that Yixing definitely knew would never cause trouble.

Kim Sunggyu.

Ignoring the rule of staying by the guard at all times while in the corridors and patrolling, Yixing wasted no time hurrying to the two. "What's going on here?" He quickly questioned, sending a glance towards Sunggyu confusedly before turning his head back to the other counselor. It was safe to say that Yixing wasn't exactly on the good side of this counselor, as a series of events - Yixing accidentally eating his food, accidentally pushing him down, etc - the other counselor didn't like Yixing at all. "I'm sure that whatever is wrong here isn't his fault, as his counselor I can vouch for him if you tell me what's going on. I'm sure we can get it all worked out!" He stated confidently, giving a prompt nod as he stepped closer to the other counselor in hopes of wedging some space between him and Sunggyu.

@[f] lee taemin Sungjong wasn't able to take a look around since the doctors were taking up all his time with useless tests that he knew for a fact aren't going to be useful at all . So when he got a chance he left his room and went around exploring the place wanting to see what this place is like. He started humming softly to a song that he had stuck in his head . "Bury all your secrets in my skin" he sang and covered his hands with his sleeves and lowered his head and kept on walking aimlessly

@[f] lee yejin The white haired boy slowly looked up and smiled "do you know what floor this is?" He asked her happy not to be a bother. "And .. not many are out here .. why are you?" He asked in a soft and curious voice. The woman before him was very beautiful. 'Maybe a breakdown .. this was someone broken by a phyco. .' He thought. "But what was left behind trying to pick it all up thats the mystery." He added storing sleep problems. He would find out hers unless she informed him. Tje boy had become so good at figuring out others flaws but his own was a complete lost.