» dorm thirteen

@[w] lee hongbin The sheer and constant chatter of annoyance hummed through Taekwoon's body as he slowly opened his eyes. Either the other was ignorant enough not to care that he had been "sleeping" or else he had seen through his act. Either way, it pissed the always irritable Leo off. His tall, thin, and lightly muscled body slowly rolled back over so that he could gaze at Hongbin with the same look he used on everyone.

The dark brown, almost black, pupils simply stared at the therapist, showing no emotion or thoughts. Though, his eyes didn't look lifeless. They studied Hongbin's face as though he could see right through him and all of his therapy tricks. Though, he knew that it was really the other way around. He was the vulnerable one, and he hated it. But not enough to speak.

Black hair swished in the half-ponytail at the back of his head as he nodded, absently agreeing that it had been three already. His count would get higher before the next week at this rate. He sighed quietly before taking the new ice pack and holding it to his eye, wincing slightly at the shock of the freeze. It was much colder, and more useful, than the other one. He dipped his head in what little tanks he could manage before rubbing a bruise on his thigh through his pants.

@[f] jung taekwoon Gripping the ice pack in his hand, Hongbin made his way through the corridors of the fourth floor after finding out about an incident with one of his patients and a guard. And this wasn't the first time this had happened with the same exact patients and with numerous other guards. No matter how much Hongbin requested him to prevent recklessly throwing punches at any guard that irritated him, there was no way of taming the man.

The metallic click of the key unlocking the door to dorm thirteen reverberated throughout the silent corridors and room, Hongbin helped himself in as it was a natural thing for him to do; he was his therapist after all.

Hongbin examined Taekwoon's appearance right away, the bruised eye and several other dark-colored bruises tainting his pale skin that sticked out from a mile away was seen way too many times for Hongbin's liking. One look at the male and people would not consider him to be such a violent being with such an innocent looking face. However, one cannot judge a book by its cover and Taekwoon had his reasons; reasons that only Hongbin knew and understood as his therapist.

"Thought this would be of more of use," Hongbin said while giving him the more efficient ice pack compared to the rubber one. He took a seat at the opposite twin bed for more comfort, not tearing his eyes off of the other.

"This is the third guard this week, Taekwoon."

It was all that damn guards fault. Taekwoon's eye was no doubtably bruised and would soon turn into a black eye, which he was trying to prevent with the ice he held to his face. Of course, the guard had taken a much worse beating. While the supposedly psychotic boy had only a black eye and several larger bruises from steel-toed boots, the cocky guard had serious enough injuries to have to stay in the infirmary. It was the type of work Taekwoon was proud of.

As he laid back on his small twin bed, Leo pulled the ice away from his eye, quietly hissing as he examined it. Of course these idiots would give him a round, rubber ice pack. He was dangerous and might hurt someone with the corners of a regular one. At least, that's what he assumed, though all his bitterness. Slender fingers ran through raven black hair as his other hand boredly threw and caught the ice pack. 'Wonder how long until Bean is here.' He thought, using the nickname that he had come up with for the therapist in all of his boredom. After all, he had been here for three years. Three long ing years without going outside, playing soccer... Talking. He had not broken his promise to never talk and he wasn't planning on ever breaking it. But that didn't mean that they didn't know about him. The journal they had given him when he had arrived had been filled, and they had taken it, and read it. It was a fact that still made him livid.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard familiar footsteps in the hallway, causing him to instantly roll over and pretend like he was asleep.