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@[f] kim minseok Jongdae looked up and watched his lover in concern. He flipped to an open page in his notebook and wrote. "I'm here because I tried to kill myself almost more than once. I've gained depression because I've almost lost touch with the only thing that kept me wanting to live. I told you how I became mute correct? I had no one to love me and I only found the feeling through music. And I told you. You are not gross. It isn't your fault that you're an addict nor a 'e'. I don't classify you as any of that. We'll help you get through the addictions. I'll be here for you." Jongdae showed his lover his note and hugged the older male back. He cuddled into Minseok's chest and pecked the older's cheek. He hated knowing the latter self-loathed himself. He especially hated how the male blamed himself for everything. He didn't know how to stop it but he'd try to help his lover, the one who made him feel alive again for the first time in years.

() lol sorry I didn't know what else to write >< ಥ_ಥ

@[f] kim jongdae Walking in his room with his lover in his arms, he quickly went to his bed. Minseok placed Jongdae on his bed, and he put the blankets on top of him. Though, Minseok walked over to his door and shut it. ".." He mumbled to himself when he felt pain shooting across his head. Minseok walked over to his couch and coffee table where his medication was. Popping his medication with some water, Minseok closed his eyes when he felt the pain slowly fade away. The older male walked back to his bed, and he laid next to Jongdae. Wrapping his lover in his arms, Minseok took a deep breathe. "Why are you in here? Other than the fact that you're mute.." Minseok was speaking in a soft voice. "I guess I can tell you why I'm in here..." Sighing softly, Minseok laid his head on his pillow. "It all started when I was young. My parents abused me, and they were hardcore drug addicts. Though, I was always against it and now I'm addict." Stopping to think over his own actions he did in the past, Minseok nuzzled closer to Jongdae. "I did something to someone, that I didn't even mean to..I had with someone that was much..Much younger than me." Nodding slowly. "I didn't even know that he was so young. Then it kept happening. People kept telling me that they were my age, but now. Now I'm classified as a e." Minseok stopped talking for a while. "I'm so gross.."

@[w] gong minji Minseok listened to the woman while she was having a conversation in her head. Though he couldn't help but to chuckle when she was done with his bandages. "You're thinking that I'm such a horrible person, but I know what you're thinking in that little mind of yours." The e said as he slipped into a large shirt. He then slid off his bed, and walked towards his door. "You can leave, I don't care."

Nodding as he watched the female have such a disgust look on her face, he was wondering who was in front of him. The person that whipped him, or the person that just helped him bandage up.

"Why aren't you a patient? Clearly you're just as ed up as I am. Or does no one know what you have someone with such a personality in your head?" Minseok asked with his head against the door frame.

@[f] kim minseok Just one quick snap, just one snap and he's done for, Minzy said inside her head as she walked over and grabbed the bandages. Just let me get my hands around his neck and we won't have to deal with him at all. She ignored Minzy as she removed the bloody bandages, disposing of them calmly before wrapping fresh ones around his wounds. A damn e! He's disgusting, Minzy ranted. You're letting a disgusting, ed freak near our baby. She sighed softly. "You're as much a freak as anyone Minzy," she said to herself, obviously in a conversation with her other half. She had quite given up on any other feelings towards Minseok.

He's an addict and a e! Do you think he has enough sense left in his disgusting brain to understand love, Minzy asked.

"Well, I don't think that's any of our business. We made a promise to Jongdae-ah, and we'll keep that promise." Minji made sure the bandages were on securely before gathering her stuff together. "I'll be leaving now, Minseok-ssi."

ing coward, Minzy huffed.

@[w] gong minji Minseok listened to the woman talk about how she met his Jongdae, but he didn't like what he heard. He tapped his fingers on his pants, and he even let out a small chuckle. "I can't be with him? Who are you? My mother?" Minseok fixed his sitting posture, while letting out a soft sigh. "I could care less what you don't want me to feel, or want me to do. I'm going to love him no matter what." Pausing a while to think, Minseok knew she was right.

"I might have an addiction, I might be a e, and to top it off I have depression but I know what love is lady." Minseok nodded his head, and he then rubbed his head. Standing up to walk over to his bed, Minseok sat down on the edge. "I don't care what your other personality says either. I love him, and that's it." Minseok took off his shirt, because he could feel the blood go through the bandages. "Now, you can help me change these stupid bandages."

@[f] kim minseok "How do I know him? On my first day he came into the clinic with severe lacerations and broken bones from other patients. I nursed him back to health for the while that he was in there. We developed a bond and he's my little brother as I am his older sister now. I have cared for him each time he has come into the clinic. He won't go to anyone else. I know he's mute, so I learned sign language so I can talk to him. He plays the guitar for me when he can because he knows I love hearing him play. I feed him when he can't do so himself. He's the only person I have here," Minji said rationally, even though Minzy was beyond pissed off now. "He may be older than me by a year or two but he needs me so I'm always there for him."

She raised an eyebrow. "You...love him?" How could she allow someone like him to love her little brother? It was unthinkable. It was absurd. There was no way she could allow this. A drug addict and e with her precious baby brother? Never. She couldn't! But...why couldn't she give him a chance? After all, everyone deserved a chance for these kinds of things. "Minzy says I shouldn't allow you anywhere near my baby, that I should tell the guards to keep you away...but I won't do that. Not for your sake but because Jongdae would be upset that I listened to her and kept you away from him. But...I'm not happy and I won't be happy about this...until I hear that my baby wants to be with you and loves you. Then I'll think about it."

@[w] gong minji Minseok sighed as he rubbed the temple of his head. He then ruffled his hair when he mentioned Jongdae. Loving this man changed who he was. Jongdae made Minseok into a better man, and Minseok didn't think that anyone could do that. The man chuckled and shook his head.

"Yes, your 'Baby' Jongdae." Minseok cringed when he said that he was her baby, because Minseok wanted Jongdae to only belong to him. He wanted to be the one to only protect him, and help him get better. The patient then looked down to look at the woman that was giving him a death glare.

"I love him, that's why. How do you know him? What do you know about him?" Minseok asked those questions with his head tilting into his hand. "Tell me what you know about him." The male nodded as he uncrossed his legs. "Well..I guess I can tell you how I met him." Minseok nodded as he laced his fingers together. "We met at a bench. He was sitting there all alone, and I thought he might want someone to talk to. Then I noticed that he was mute, and I couldn't help but to want to protect him and love him."

@[f] kim minseok Minji fell back gently before she quickly stood, moving back from him. She pressed her back against the wall, staring down at her feet the entire time. She was just about to leave, glad to get away when he mentioned Jongdae's name. She paused.

"My baby Jongdae?" She looked up at him. "Wae? Why do you want to know about him?" she asked, her protectiveness showing. Why was Minseok asking about her little baby 'brother'? Her baby...was associated with him? Minji was trying to think this through rationally, while Minzy had her jaw clenched and an already bubbling attitude.

Minzy demanded she not tell him anything about Jongdae, while Minji wanted to at least hear his reasoning before jumping to rash conclusions for something they both may not have understood.

@[w] gong minji Minseok did not care of what this woman thought of him. He didn't care if she didn't like the fact that he was a drug addict, or even worse a e. The older male only cared about one other person. That was it. Minseok didn't even care about himself. Only that one person, and that was it.

Letting the woman lift his leg, Minseok groaned. He was use to a lot of pain, but he has never felt like this. Minseok cringed when he felt some of the scars on his back break open, and start to bleed again. Gripping onto his shirt, Minseok could feel tears fall down his face.

When he felt that the woman was done putting his pants on, he softly shoved her away from him. "I need to ask about another patient." Minseok said as he walked over his couch in his room. Sitting down with a groan, he eventually leaned back. "Jongdae..How is he doing?"

@[f] kim minseok Minji's eyes widened at the things he took from the bag. Oh dear! She averted her gaze pointedly, staring at the wall as she bit down on her bottom lip. "O-Okay," she whispered in response, not wanting to be stuck in that kind of situation. As long as she didn't see it...she couldn't be liable for anything.

So she looked away once more as he took the pills, ignorant of where he put the baggy though she really didn't want to know. This was bad...she was allowing him to do this. Disappointment in herself made her heart hurt. She only looked back when he got up, watching him move. Her face turned red when he took off his pants.

"E-Excuse me?" she questioned before deciding it was the least she could do since she had put him in this situation. She walked over to his side, grabbed the sweatpants, and kneeled at his side, timidly grasping his leg and lifting it. She slid the first leg of the sweatpants up his.

@[w] gong minji Minseok jerked the black bag from the woman's hand, and he sat the bag on his lap. ".." He groaned when he felt the pain shoot through out his back. Minseok then opened the bag, and he then pulled out some pills, and a small plastic baggy with some white powder.

"Tell anyone that I have these, and I will kill you. No one would even find your body." Minseok nodded and he popped the pills, though he put the baggy underneath his pillow. He then stood up, and he lipped over to his dresser. He took off his pants to put on some sweatpants.

"Alright, come here and help me put these on. I can't do this myself." The older male nodded, and he pointed his finger next to him. "Just help me for god sake." He held his stomach, and he closed his eyes in pain.

@[f] kim minseok Minji looked up from the book she had on her lap as Minseok began to move. She closed the book, putting in her bag, before standing slowly. "Minseok-ssi?" she questioned softly. He must be in so much pain? The guilt in her heart...was unbearable and it hurt to breathe almost.

She flinched back at his angry tone, torn between cowering and wanting to help him. She moved forward slightly, mouth open in protest as he moved, before she quickly rethought saying anything. The last thing she wanted was for him to be angrier with her. Biting at the corner of she watched him for a moment.

"O-Oh, neh," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she rushed over and grabbed the black bag. She timidly approached him before holding the bag out to him, making sure to keep a good distance from him. She didn't know how angry he was but she was sure it was a great deal so since she had just done what she'd done to him. She wanted to apologize, do something, but nothing could excuse what she had done. She sighed softly.

@[w] gong minji After about a hour or so, Minseok finally woke up. He wanted to sit up, but his body wouldn't let him so he just laid his hand on his forehead. ".." The older male mumbled under his breath, and he finally slowly sat up. Reaching down to touch his covered chest that was in bandages, Minseok groaned when he felt pain shoot across his back.

Minseok looked around in his room and he saw the woman that hit him sitting in a chair. "What are you doing here still?" Minseok then threw his legs onto the side of the bed, and he wanted to stand but he was still in too much pain to even think about moving. "Hmm..?" Minseok said in a slightly angry voice.

Reaching for his shirt, Minseok grabbed it as he tried to keep still. Letting out a small yelp, Minseok slid on his shirt. "Hand me that.." Minseok pointed over towards his table, and there was a small black bag there.

@[f] kim minseok "M...Minseok-ssi?" Minji touched his shoulder gently. Oh no...oh no, oh no, oh no. What had Minzy done to him?! She looked over his back, taking note of the bloody and bruised skin. Choking back a distressed sob, she quickly ran to get her supplies, coming back and closing the door behind her. Getting out the necessary supplies, she sat down on the bed beside his body.

"Oh, Minseok-ssi, I'm so sorry," she murmured as she gently cleaned the blood from his back, making sure to use soft touches so as not to irritate the cuts. Once it was all clean, she applied ointment to the bruises and disinfectant to the cuts. "Stupid Minzy," she whispered to herself. "You shouldn't have done this...how dare you do this to him..." Getting out the bandages, she began to wrap them around his chest and midsection to cover his back, reaching under him in order to do so.

After taking care of his wounds she sighed, throwing away the bloody wipes and such. She put the supplies away into her bag before looking at him. The least she could do was make him comfortable, she supposed. She went over, carefully pulling the blanket out from underneath him. After rearranging his body into a move comfortable position, she pulled the blanket over him to keep him warm.

@[w] gong minji When Minseok got onto his stomach, he started to shiver. He knew that his life was over, and he deserved what was going to happen. The older male gripped onto his bedsheets, and he started to actually pray for it not to hurt. And Kim Minseok never ever prays.

The e flinched when he felt the first lash onto his back. After the 10th one, Minseok felt like he was going to pass out. He bit onto his bottom lip, and he buried his face into the pillow. After he felt more lashes hit him more, he actually passed out this time.

Minseok felt some weight get off his back, but he was too out of it to wake up or move himself. He laid there lifeless, and his back was bloody and bruised up. No longer gripping onto the bed, his arms were weak. Minseok just laid there, and he couldn't even think for himself.

@[f] kim minseok Minzy's eye twitched slightly. He was testing her patience. Not that she had any really. Minji was the patient and sweet one. She...she was just incredibly pissed off. "I don't give a lovely how you are." She walked over, shoving him down. She turned him onto his stomach, baring his back to her gaze.

She sat down on his legs to keep them from moving. "Try and not move so much," she said. She stretched out the whip she held before grinning. For the sake of her anger and sanity she would make this quick. With a deep breath she began his lashing. 24 different strikes, all targeted in different areas of his back. She didn't want to strike him too many times in one spot because then he'd bleed...and Minji would have to patch him up.

After a little over 8 minutes, she was finished and tossed the whip onto the floor. She sat there for a minute, a satisfied smirk on her face. Her anger had been released and she was calm now. Speaking of calm, she closed her eyes and allowed Minji into control. Minji blinked, in a daze, before she looked around. "What...?" She looked down, seeing Minseok's back. "M-Minseok-ssi!" she exclaimed. "Are you okay?" She quickly got off him.

@[w] gong minji By this point, Minseok was upset with himself and even this woman that was in front of him. He didn't have multiple personalities, but ever since he entered this place; he has gotten a lot more mad easier. Though, he loved it when he could make other people mad at him and they would torture him for that.

Getting onto the bed, Minseok started at the woman that was now holding the whip into her hand. The older male knew that after he got his whips, he was going to mess with her. Smirking wide, Minseok chuckled and he crossed his legs. "How do you want me? On my stomach? On my back?" Minseok was with his head tilting side to side, and he didn't even notice himself unbuckling his pants.

"Come on miss. I don't have all day." Minseok nodded, and he crossed his arms as he waited for an answer. Though, while he was waiting for one; he was totally checking out this punisher.

@[f] kim minseok Too close, too close, too close! Minji took a deep breath, trying to push back the flood of anger. Anger that came from...the other person. From Minzy. Yes, she was like them...like the Flawed...cursed with another personality that held nothing but bitterness and anger towards everyone. Minzy was angry, beyond angry, she was pissed off to the highest degree. At Minseok, at the head nun, at the government, all this rage had been bottled up and Minji didn't think this time she could keep her at bay.

Her eyes snapped open the moment he touched her. Minzy overcame Minji and instead of warmth and fear that had resided there moments ago, there was only fire and rage. She slapped his hand away. "Don't ing touch me," she hissed. "I'm sick of you ers thinking you can ing touch me." Minzy, unlike Minji, had absolutely no filter on . She was an entity of pure unadulterated rage.

She ducked under Minseok's arm and grabbed the leather strap. "Get your on the ing bed so I can get this over with. Obviously Minji isn't gonna ing do it so that leaves me with no choice but to do it myself. So hurry the up." Inside Minji was begging her not too but Minzy had had enough with this .

@[w] gong minji Minseok chuckled when he female worker started to sweat, and panic. He shook his head and chuckled, the patient then trapped her between the wall and himself. "Listen here ma'am." The patient put both his arms on either side of the woman, so that she couldn't get out. "Do you job, or I will do things to you like I did to other people." Minseok said while nodding.

Tilting his head to the side, he pointed beside him where his bed was. "Either you punish me, or I will lay you on that bed and even the head nun won't know what happened in this room to you." The e and addict said as he took his hand, and he gently glided his fingers across he jaw line.

"You're pretty, and I'm a e plus an addict. Put two together ma'am. Either way, I'm going to get punished. Either by you or someone else." Minseok nodded, and he then wrinkled his eyebrows. "I'm sick of people like you who come in here, and say they can punish people like me. Just do your damn job, and I can go back to taking those stupid pills those so called doctors give me; that are suppose to make me sane again."

@[f] kim minseok Minji instinctively backed up when Minseok came close. She crossed her arms, turning her head away. "Maybe I don't..." she whispered softly, biting down on her bottom lip. She was too soft...too childish perhaps to work her. Perhaps...she cared too much. No, no you couldn't possibly care too much.

She averted her gaze quickly when he took his shirt off, staring stubbornly at the wall. He was older than her, plus she was normally assigned to people who were either younger than her or the same age. Also...she rarely came up to the fourth floor.

"Ani, I won't do it," she said, now stubbornly instead of upset. She backed up again as he drew close, her back hitting the closed door. She looked down at the leather strap, taking a deep breath. "I won't," she said again, more to herself. She looked everywhere but at him, knowing that if she did...she could be easily persuaded to do as he demanded. "I'm going to leave now."

@[w] gong minji While staring at the lady in front of him, Minseok let out a dry laugh. He knew that she wouldn't be able to punish him for his sins. "Well, well.. I knew it. Someone like you does not belong in a place like this." The e said in a dry, and growl like voice. Minseok then walked slightly over the female but stopped when he got close to her.

The e tilted his head and he exam the lady's face. "You know what..Just do it." Minseok nodded and he walked over to his bed and sat back down. "What's the worst that could happen? I keep looking at little boys?" The older male said as he took off his shirt. Minseok then got back on his feet.

"Where do you want me? Tell me what you're going to do to me, and just do it. Be a good girl, and do your job already." Minseok said in an annoyed voice. He knew even though he was going to get punished, that he was still going to do drugs and still have ual desires for younger men and some women. Minseok walked back over to the woman, and he crossed his arms when he got slightly close to her. "I'm ready for my punishment."

@[f] kim minseok Minji could feel the bile rising in her stomach. She couldn't. She just couldn't! Not once had she EVER laid a hand on a patient like this and to demand that she do it was more than she could handle. Especially to a patient here on Floor Four. She knew all about Minseok, had read his file before proceeding up here and she knew why he was here and why the Head Nun would find him suitable for punishment but...she just couldn't...wouldn't hurt him.

ia was hard to fix, hell she didn't even think you could fix that, but drugs weren't as hard. Why should she have to punish him when she could just help him instead? The more she thought about it, the more frazzled her mind became. Her left hand, which had been clutching the leather strip she had been given to lash him with, began to shake and she dropped it onto the ground, shaking her head. "I can't..." she whispered. "I can't."

She knew she'd get punished for not following orders but...if that meant she was saving herself the emotional and mental pain of harming a patient then so be it. She could tell she was going to be in for a lot of punishments. "I...I can't hurt you, Minseok-ssi," she murmured. "I can't." Just the thought...oh god it felt like she was going to puke. Just the mental image was enough to have her head swimming.

There Minseok was. He was standing in front of his mirror, and so many thoughts were going through his head when the nun left. He actually wanted to break his mirror and just kill himself right thee. But when he was going to, Minseok stopped himself. The 25 year old, knew that he was disgusting and that he deserved to be punished. Though, Minseok also knew that he was never going to be able to stop his cravings for younger men and for drugs. It was just never going to stop.

Walking over to his chair, Minseok was waiting for his punisher to come in. He sat there tapping his fingers on his lap, and his leg bouncing up and down on the ground. The thought of someone lashing him 24 times just made him want to throw up. Minseok knew that he was going to get punished more and more in the future but he didn't care. The male was looking down at the ground when he heard someone walk into his room.

"Hello there." Minseok said in a soft voice. His head was still down, and he knew what she was here for. "I'm Kim Minseok. Age 25, and I'm ready to get my punish." Minseok said as he stood up and walked over to the female. "Where do you want me? My bed? That chair? On the floor?" The insane patient said as his head was tilted onto his shoulder.

@[f] kim minseok This was making her sick to her stomach. Clutching the paper in her hands she looked down at the words, at the...task...that she had been assigned with. That nun had made it sound so...trivial, the words on the paper made it sound such. 24 lashes. She was to lay 24 lashes onto the body of Kim Minseok, a patient here. Minji took a deep breath though that did not stop the trembling of her hands. Not once had she ever laid hands on a patient that way. She didn't believe in doing such a thing like that.

It was all the government's fault, giving way for churches to run them. Damn it she didn't even believe in religion! Yet she was being forced to do their will. The words on the page blared out at her. ATHEIST! BIUAL! SINNER! She clenched her jaw tightly. She was by no means an atheist, she believed in a higher power...but if that higher power was justifying this...then perhaps the word Atheist was needed. Of course, she knew what awaited her if she didn't dole out the punishment as instructed. She would receive one of her own, but how could she lay hands on a patient? It was unthinkable.

Taking a deep breath she stopped outside Minseok's room before opening the door. Maybe if she tried to detach herself from her emotions she could do this quickly and get it over with. She could feel her hands tremble. I don't think I can do this, she thought with panic. "K-Kim Minseok," she said, hating the tremor in her voice. "Mianhae, Kim Minseok-ssi...but I have my orders." She tried to look everywhere but his face.

@[w] Kris Oh, how annoyed Minseok was. He wanted to punch that doctor in the face, but he was too weak to even think about causing a fight. Instead he would only use his words. "I missed for two reasons onto Doc.." He sighed and he finally stood straight up. "One..I hate your sessions, and second.." Minseok paused so he could take a deep breath. He could taste vomit in his mouth, and the taste itself wanted to make him throw up all over..

"..Can't you see that I'm sick and throwing up? Eh?" Minseok coughed and he turned around so that he could go back to his dorm. "If you really want to take care of me..Follow." The flawed male said as he pointed down the hallway to go back to his dorm.

@[f] kim minseok His eyes locked on the male before him, into tiny slits as he stood there as he shook his head with a slightly annoyed look on his handsome features. "What do I want?" He scoffed, as he rolled his eyes before crossing his arms over his chest; the clip board nestled under his arm pit slightly. "I came to see what the is wrong with you, making me waste my time waiting for your skinny ." He snapped slightly, knowing having to come all the way here from his office he, of course would be annoyed.

"So?" He questioned, his eyebrow cocked upward while he eyed the male before him - ignoring the paleness he noticed on the male before him. But now he began to slowly noticed the color draining from the petite male, he pursed his lips into a thin fine line. "Are you sick." He didn't make it sound like a question more like a statement even though the proof was before his eyes.

@[w] Kris Holding tightly onto his stomach, Minseok unlocked his door and he managed to open it. For the past few days, his doctors took away his drugs. Of course he was going through withdraw, and he was taking it horribly. He was leaning against the hallway wall, and he then paused because he felt like he was going to puke right there.

Minseok knew that he was going to be in trouble, because he skipped his session. Though to be honest, he didn't care at all. The sessions he had with his doctor was the last thing he would think about. Though, the tiny male stopped in his tracks when he saw someone that he knew. Feeling his stomach even twist as his little head lifted up.

"Dear god..What do you want?"

@[f] kim minseok Eyes slightly narrowed, yes he was pretty pissed right about now. Why? Well one of his patients didn't show up, and he missed lunch waiting for the damn guy; breathing through his nose as he tried to calm himself. His hunger was raging inside him, stomach scratching down the walls inside his body; they wanted food, badly. He wanted to rip someone's head off and for once it wasn't his usual patient that brought this frustration on him.

Oh wow.

Tapping the his thumb on the metal clipboard while he walked down the hallway, his pharmacist lab coat swaying as he created his own air and his dirty blonde hair was a bit messed up. A few strands were covering over his right eye, almost giving him a evil look - like some said he was cold-blooded, so he was, got a problem? it up. As his foot steps carried down the hallway, some of the patients whom noticed him, scrambled into their rooms or out the hallway even some doctors eyed him.

Other therapists weren't fond of him, but he didn't give a rats .