#i blocked them for 1) being annoying in the tags and 2) (upon closer inspection) being involved in a lot of fandom drama i want no part of

[starbuck]

for the record, reblogging a post and then immediately making a post afterwards to clarify that your opinion on the matter is actually slightly different than the op’s is kind of a dick move, but, on the other hand, it’s SIGNIFICANTLY less annoying than laying out your disagreements in the TAGS! that i can SEE!!!!!!!

[particularemu]

Insanity | A Hwang Hyunjin Series | Part 4

Part: [Prologue] [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Epilogue]

Word Count: 6917

Type: ANGST, FLUFF

Warnings: blood, murder, physical violence, drugs, depression, anxiety, insanity, and there’s an intense anger spell

Tag List: @alightiny​ @cheonsali​ @joojoosiwa (fuck tumblr doesn’t like me tagging you bby)

Author’s Note: Fucking hell this chapter is long. Sorry, it took so long folks! This is such a dark series and I really have to be in the right headspace to bust out a chapter. 

Thanks to @jisungsjheekies​ for looking this over and hyping me up so I can finish this shit. 

“What did you do?”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you attempted to crawl toward Hyunjin. He didn’t think you actually killed the man, did he? Your head lolled to the side, noticing the shard of glass in your hands. Tears ran down your cheeks as you spotted your mother’s music box, shattered on the floor. You were terrified. 

Hyunjin pulled you into his arms, noticing how limp your body was. His heart dropped when he felt your body shake ever-so-slightly in his grasp. This wasn’t your fault. “Oh my God sweetheart.” Hyunjin shivered in fear. “It’s okay. We’re gonna figure this out.” 

“I didn’t do it.” Your words sounded slurred and jumbled, but Hyunjin seemed to understand what you were trying to tell him. 

“I know sweetheart.” Hyunjin held you tight to his chest, hand rubbing your back to soothe you. The last thing he wanted was his fear to lead you into a panic attack. “I know.” 

Hyunjin’s mind was racing a million miles a minute. Did you do it? Of course, you didn’t. From what he’s seen, you wouldn’t hurt a fly let alone kill a man. How on earth was he going to prove your innocence? Who did this? Why would they want to frame you? What’s going to happen to you? Should he try and hide the body and clean up the mess before anyone notices? How do you even go about doing that?

Hyunjin mentally cursed his lack of interest in crime shows. Maybe that would have given him some ideas on how to get away with murder. 

Your quiet whimper shook Hyunjin out of his thoughts. He rested his thumb on your neck, lips moving quickly as he counted your heart rate. 

“Oh my God!” 

Hyunjin’s heart dropped in his stomach when he heard a man cry out in fear.  He could feel your heart beat a mile a minute underneath his fingertips. 

Of course… Of course, this had to happen right now. By the look of it, the frightened man was a caretaker at the asylum. Perhaps Hyunjin could convince the boy to look the other way? 

“She fucking killed him.” The brunette pulled out a phone. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Hyunjin glared daggers at the man, making him stop his movements. “You don’t even know what happened.” 

“You do?” The man scoffed. “Look at her! She’s holding the murder weapon.” 

Well yes… that looked REALLY bad.

Hyunjin’s eyes scanned the body, pausing to inspect each and every stab wound that littered his chest. There was no way a shard of glass that large would create such small wounds… Not to mention that the force of the glass against your skin would have left severe gashes in your hands. Judging by your unbroken skin, your drugged state, and the obvious knife wounds in the man’s body, there was no way you could have killed the man. 

Hyunjin felt his heart drop when his eyes rested upon your mother’s music box, completely shattered on the floor. Small, colorful glass pieces glistened in the moonlight. Wait a second… Did they break the music box, hoping to prove you guilty? It makes sense. If you broke your own music box, took a shard of glass, and killed a man, the hospital could get rid of you easily. The large shard of glass that rested in your hands was far too large to have been from the music box. 

Why on earth would someone want to do this to you? You were nothing but a calm, collected patient looking to regain her memories. Hyunjin couldn’t imagine you getting on someone’s bad side. You were far too sweet. 

Then again… He does have a bit of a crush on you… So perhaps he’s biased. 

Still — it would be unusual for a caretaker to handle another doctor’s patient. So he wasn’t sure how you could have gotten on someone’s bad side. 

Hyunjin paled, eyes widening as he recalled the events over the past few weeks. Since he arrived at the Rosewood Psychiatric Institution, he’s questioned the medication and treatments, refused to give you your medication, and pissed off the lead doctor’s right-hand man. Could someone be trying to get back at him?

That would do it. 

Anyone could see how much Hyunjin adored you. The boy never left your side. He’d do anything to make sure you were safe and taken care of — even if it meant soiling his somewhat mediocre reputation at the asylum. 

“She’s being set up,” Hyunjin mumbled, the words tumbling out of his lips before he could stop them. He really shouldn’t be saying stuff like this out loud, but… he was positive it was the truth. You were being set up. There was no way you killed that man. 

“What makes you think that Dr. Hyunjin?” Dr. Douglas’s voice startled Hyunjin out of his trance. 

The brunette standing in the corner seemed happy. “Dr. Douglas, you’re here! What are we going to do with her sir?”

Shut the fuck up you pretty son of a bitch.

“Look at her sir.” Hyunjin glanced down at you, noticing your far-off look. You were completely out of it. “She can’t get up, the shard of glass doesn’t match the stab wounds…” Hyunjin trailed off, trying to think. He had to use the right words or you were going to be taken away from him. “That glass would have cut her hands if she did it. She’s completely out of it sir, there’s no —”

Dr. Douglas cleared his throat. “Son,” 

Pure rage filled Hyunjin’s mind as he lashed out. “I’m not your son!” Hyunjin’s eyes were filled with pure hatred as he pulled your body closer to his chest. He had to protect you. He couldn’t let you go. He couldn’t let them take you from him. “I don’t understand why you aren’t at least interested in investigating this. What kind of doctor are you?” 

“One that cares about his patients.” Dr. Douglas glared at Hyunjin, voice matching his in volume. “This isn’t the first time she’s killed Dr. Hyunjin. I suggest you get your facts straight before jumping to conclusions.” 

Your eyes snapped to Hyunjin, regaining enough control over your body to grasp onto the thin fabric of his uniform. You’ve never killed a man… You’d remember that kind thing… right?

“That’s not true…” Hyunjin trailed off. It couldn’t be… Hyunjin looked into your eyes, heart breaking when he saw the genuine fear etched in your features. You were terrified. “She doesn’t have it in her.” 

“I don’t know what kind of lies she has you believing.” Dr. Douglas chuckled. “You’ve been here three months Hyunjin. You may have a couple of degrees hanging over your shoulder, but you don’t know everything.” Dr. Douglas turned to the brunette in the room. “Asher, go get Changbin.” 

So the bastard’s name was Asher...

Asher nodded, an evil smirk gracing his lips as he left the room. “Yes, sir.” 

God, that fucker was just waiting to get you in trouble. 

“Sir, you have to listen to me.” Hyunjin’s thumb rubbed soothing circles on your shoulder, trying to comfort you despite the fact that you were, most likely, headed to the serial killer side of the asylum. “She’s not like that. I don’t know who did this, but I know it wasn’t her.” 

“Hyunjin, watch it.” Dr. Douglas cut him off. “I won’t hesitate to fire you if you keep acting up.” 

Hyunjin couldn’t help but scoff. What is he a three-year-old? “I’m just concerned about my patient.” 

“We all are.” Dr. Douglas sighed. “We’re doing what’s best for her.” 

Yeah right…

Hyunjin felt his heart pang in his chest when Changbin ran into the room, eyes immediately scanning the bedroom for any threats. His eyes softened when they rested on you and Hyunjin. 

“Changbin, take her to one of the padded rooms until we can have a doctor meet with her.” Dr. Douglas crossed his arms over his chest, eyes practically daring Hyunjin to retort. 

Which he did~ 

“I’m a doctor. Why can’t I check her?” Hyunjin’s hateful eyes met Dr. Douglas’s annoyed stare. 

“You’re too close with the patient.” He sighed. 

“Then have Minho check her over.” Hyunjin glared, “Or Chan.” 

Dr. Douglas rolled his eyes, cutting off the conversation completely as he gave the command. “Take her away Changbin.” 

Changbin looked defeated. Hyunjin could tell he wanted to help, but his hands were tied. “Yes, sir.” Changbin kneeled down next to Hyunjin. “Sorry bud, I have to take her.” 

“No.” Hyunjin pulled you closer to his chest, praying that his iron grip could keep you in his arms. He didn’t want you to go. He was afraid of what would happen to you without his protection. “I’m going to protect her with all I’ve got.” Hyunjin clenched his eyes shut, begging his tears to go away. He couldn’t show weakness… not now. 

Changbin leaned in closer, whispering so no one else could hear, “You and I both know I’ll win this fight. I’m on your side.” Changbin gave him a look — one that was begging him to just go along with this, to let him take you away. Despite his heart telling him to hold you close, Hyunjin reluctantly let you go, allowing the older boy to lift you up effortlessly. 

Hyunjin noticed the look of betrayal in your eyes as you attempted to get out of Changbin’s grasp, body shaking and thrashing as much as you could in your drugged state. Tears ran down your face as you called out to him, your feeble cries shattering Hyunjin’s already broken heart. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he ran after Changbin. “Please just let me take her!” 

“Get out of here Hyunjin,” Changbin shouted over his shoulder. “You don’t want to see this.” 

“No,” Hyunjin ran as quick as he could, long legs allowing him to catch up to Changbin’s stride. He stood in front of Changbin, blocking the shorter man’s path with his body. “Please, she trusts me, just —” 

Hyunjin gasped as you slipped out of Changbin’s grasp, body falling to the floor with a loud thud. With what little strength you had, you pulled yourself over to Hyunjin, shaky hands grabbing his pant leg. “Please.” You sobbed. “Please don’t let them take me.” 

“I’m so sorry.” Hyunjin kneeled down, fingertips brushing the hair out of your face. That was it — the breaking point for him. After months of being in this shitty asylum, taking care of such a sweet girl, having doctors sabotage your recovery, he finally broke down. Hyunjin fell to his knees and pulled you to his chest, tears rolling down his face as he begged whatever Gods were above to keep you safe. He knew there was nothing he could do — he knew that you were most likely going to be tortured, abused, and drugged beyond all reason, and yet he knew he had to let you go. For your ultimate safety, he had to let Changbin take you away. 

“Hyunjin…” Changbin trailed off, resting his hand on the younger boy’s shoulder. “Let her go.” 

“No.” Hyunjin sobbed. He felt like a toddler. Frankly… he was acting like one, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen to you. 

“Hyunjin —” 

“Let me.” Minho stepped forward, grabbing Hyunjin underneath the armpits and pulling him away from you. That very moment, Changbin pulled you out of his arms, quickly lifting you up and carrying you down the hallway before Hyunjin could stop him. Hyunjin thrashed around in Minho’s grip, crying out for you as you disappeared from his sight. 

As soon as Minho let him go, Hyunjin turned around and smacked Minho’s chest with such force, the older boy tumbled back into the wall behind him. “Why did you do that?” Hyunjin sniffled. “I could have helped her you asshole.” 

SMACK! 

Hyunjin grunted as Minho smacked him across the cheek, falling backward until he hit his back on one of the doorknobs. 

Damn that hurt. 

“You have to get your shit together.” Minho grabbed Hyunjin by the collar, roughly shoving him against the wall until the boy calmed down. “You can’t help her like this. Calm the fuck down and tell me what the hell happened.” 

Hyunjin rubbed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he explained. “She’s being framed for murder. They set it all up Minho.” Hyunjin told the boy everything, from the dead body in her room to the broken shard of glass resting in your hands. “It just doesn’t add up.” Hyunjin sniffled, trying to get his emotions in check. “You have to help me.” 

“You really do love her don’t you?” The older boy smirked. 

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “Now’s not the time to tease me over senseless shit.” 

“It’s not senseless if it’s true — and I know for a fact it’s true.” Minho chuckled when Hyunjin glared at him. “Okay okay, getting back on track. This isn’t the first time this has happened. From what you’re telling me, this is exactly what happened to my patient, Han Jisung.” 

“Your patient was framed for murder?” Hyunjin’s brows creased. Is that how they get rid of people? “What happened to him?”

“He made it out just fine.” Minho’s eyes softened. “She’ll be okay Hwang. Don’t worry so much. We’ll get her out of there.” 

“How do we do that?” Hyunjin didn’t even know where to start. 

“You really think I haven’t already come up with a plan?” Minho shook his head, making the younger boy chuckle. “I’m no genius like you Hwang, but I know exactly what to do.” 

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Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock.

Oh, how you wanted to rip that clock out of the wall. The least they could do is shut the damn thing off. Minutes melted into hours which morphed into days and here you were… stuck in this damn room. 

The padded room was the most dreadful place anyone could be in. There was nothing to do, no one to talk to, nothing to look at, and the caretakers only came in to force-feed you and shove pills down your throat. To top it off, the only things you got to listen to were the constant ticking of that shitty clock and the sounds of the voices in your head. 

Not those kind voices… Do you even have those anymore? No, you got to listen to the ones that told you horrible things. 

You were positive you were taking that bad drug Hyunjin’s been throwing out… Peroproxin. As soon as the pills were shoved down your throat, you could feel it in your bones. The crippling anxiety, anger, and panic transformed you into this person you couldn’t place. Your body felt shaky, mind racing with various worst-case scenarios and horrible possibilities as soon as you closed your eyes. It wasn’t as if you could keep them open. The damn room was so bright, it was borderline painful to look at. 

It had been three days since you were dragged down here. The barren white walls were slowly making you crazy. You just wanted out of there. You wanted Hyunjin. 

That boy was the only happiness you had in this world. All you wanted to do was sit next to him and hear him share the fond memories he has of his mother and father. You longed to hear him talk about college, his research, or just any old thing. Hyunjin could talk about garbage and it would intrigue you. 

The uncomfortable padded floor made you wish Hyunjin’s arms were around you instead. You thoroughly enjoyed resting in Hyunjin’s arms when you’ve had a bad day. He always knows exactly what to do to calm you down. You closed your eyes as you imagined Hyunjin’s arms around you, his gentle voice whispering soothing words in your ears. If only your imagination was good enough. 

It wasn’t the same...

You just wanted him — especially when you were one step away from losing your goddamn mind. That goddamn clock was literally driving you crazy. 

You used all your strength, punching, kicking, smacking the walls until someone punched the door on the other side. “Knock it off in there.” 

“Fucking make me.” You snarled, punching the door with more vigor. Why were you so angry? You were normally such a calm person. Was it the medicine? You couldn’t place why, but you were ready to claw someone’s eyes out. 

“Get the fuck back.” 

You laughed maniacally, hands threading in your hair as your mind turned against you. You officially lost it. 

As soon as your fingernails dug into your scalp, you heard the familiar boots scuff against the floor as the guards poured into the room. From what you could place, there were three. One kicked you to the ground, another pulled you up by your hair, and they all forced you into a straight jacket. Once you were completely secure, one of the guards kicked you down to the ground, leaving you stuck and helpless on the floor. 

Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock. 

Fuck the padded room. 

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Hyunjin sighed, fingertips pinching the bridge of his nose as he mumbled, “The footage is missing.” 

“I see that dumbass.” Minho sighed. He was hoping the video footage would show the culprit, but he only found missing sections during the time of the murder. “Whoever we’re dealing with has access to security.” 

“They must have deleted the footage when Changbin was taking her to the padded room.” Hyunjin’s eyes drifted shut as he tried to keep his emotions in check. It’s already been three days. You were probably going crazy in there. Hyunjin prayed to God that you still trusted him — believed in his ability to help you. If you lost that trust… he didn’t know what he’d do. 

“I have a plan.” Minho blurted out. 

“Last time you had a plan it didn’t go too well,” Hyunjin smirked, nudging the older boy’s shoulder. 

Minho rolled his eyes. “Okay, unless you have a plan, I suggest you shut the fuck up and listen.” 

Hyunjin couldn’t help but chuckle. Being around Minho was a breath of fresh air. The older boy was snarky and sarcastic 90% of the time, but he had a big heart and hated this hospital just as much as he did. Hyunjin couldn’t imagine being stuck in that asylum without him. “What’s your plan?”

Minho’s face dropped slightly. “You’re not going to like it.”

“I’m not sucking anyone’s dick.” Hyunjin shook his head. “Especially not Dr. Douglas’s. I’d consider Asher though.” 

“Christ.” Minho couldn’t help but laugh. “Why is your mind always in the gutter?”

“You told me I wouldn’t like it.” Hyunjin snickered. “I started thinking about the worst thing you could possibly have me do and sucking dick is number one.” 

“Really?” Minho chuckled. “So you’d kill a man over sucking Dr. Douglas’s dick?”

“Okay, but…” Hyunjin trailed off. “I feel like his dick would be super gross.” 

“Oh my God, can we please stop talking about our boss’s dick?” Minho pushed Hyunjin’s shoulder, sending both of them into a fit of giggles. 

“Thanks.” Hyunjin smiled. “I needed this.” 

Minho shrugged. “I’m not doing anything. You were the one who brought up dick sucking.” 

Hyunjin couldn’t help but chuckle. “Ok seriously, what’s your plan?” 

“You’re going to have to apologize to Dr. Henry.” Minho smiled sheepishly at Hyunjin. 

“Okay.” Hyunjin threw his hands in the air. “Apologizing to that asshole officially tops dick sucking.” 

Minho laughed. “Seriously? Your logic confuses me.” 

“He’s such an asshole.” Hyunjin’s brows creased as he remembered all the bad things that man has done to you. “I’ll apologize but right after I leave I’m saying sike.” 

“Just keep him distracted so I can get my ass in there and look around.” Minho rolled his eyes at Hyunjin’s dramatics. 

“Fine.” Hyunjin crossed his arms. “Wait… Why Dr. Henry?”

Minho gave Hyunjin an exasperated look. “Seriously? He’s the shiftiest guy here.”

“Touché.” Hyunjin mumbled. “Fine, I’ll keep him distracted. You go find evidence to put that fucker in prison.” 

“We ride!” Minho darted out into the hallway, making the ebony-haired boy chuckle. 

Hyunjin rushed down the hallways, finding Dr. Henry as he headed back to his office. Minho was leaning against the wall, waiting for Hyunjin to make his move. 

Damn that boy moves fast. 

“Excuse me, sir!” Hyunjin speed-walked over to Dr. Henry, long legs making it easy to catch him while he was still a good distance away from the office. Frustration bubbled in Hyunjin’s chest as Dr. Henry rolled his eyes, shoving his pen in his front pocket as he turned to look at Hyunjin. “Do you mind if we talk for a second?”

“Of course not.” Dr. Henry crossed his arms, bracing himself for an argument. 

“I just wanted to apologize for my behavior lately.” Hyunjin smiled nervously, messing with his hands in front of him. “I’ve been really nervous lately and with everything that’s going on with my patient, I just… I was on edge. I was hoping we could start over.” Hyunjin’s eyes shifted behind Dr. Henry, noticing Minho stealthily slip into the office. 

Minho sighed in relief as he closed the door behind him. First things first… he has to look through the paperwork on the desk. Perhaps he could find a written note or some sort of written evidence. He had to find something that would prove you didn’t murder that man. Minho’s eyes scanned the various papers, sighing when he saw typical prescriptions and doctor’s notes. Those wouldn’t help your case at all.

“Wait Dr. Henry!” 

Minho held his breath when he heard Hyunjin’s frantic voice. His shoulders relaxed when he heard Hyunjin start small talk with Dr. Henry on the other side of the door. 

Time to look through the drawers. Minho opened one of the drawers, nearly gagging when he saw a box of condoms. What kind of doctor needs condoms in this damn place? Who was he fucking? Probably Janice from the front desk. She was known to seduce the doctors in the institution. 

Minho quickly shut that drawer and opened another, gasping when he spotted a knife. Could this be it? Minho pulled the knife out of the drawer, eyes widening when he saw the blood stains coating the entire blade. 

This had to be it!

“Hyunjin I have to go back to work.” 

Minho quickly shoved the knife in his pocket, closed the drawer, and sat down in the chair neatly placed on the other side of Dr. Henry’s desk. 

“What are you doing here Minho?” Dr. Henry tossed a couple of files on his desk. “I don’t recall scheduling a meeting with you.” 

“I wanted to talk to you about the glass removal.” Minho trailed off, trying to think up a good lie. “One of Dr. Brock’s patients wandered out in the lobby and BROKE THE PURPLE VASE,” Minho said the last part louder, hoping Hyunjin was still out there to hear him. Please just go out there and break the damn vase… “We should probably remove glass decor everywhere to prevent patients from getting hurt.” 

Dr. Henry looked unamused as he opened one of his drawers, tossing his notepad in there for safekeeping. “Dr. Brock should be controlling his patient.” 

“But if —”

“Minho.” Dr. Henry glared at the younger boy. “I don’t have time for this pointless shit. If you think the glass should be removed, then remove it. You don’t have to talk to me about every little thing. I have better things to do.” 

“Yes, sir.” Minho sighed and stood up. “Sorry for disturbing you.” Minho frowned when Dr. Henry waved him off, eyes refusing to leave the file in front of him. “Asshole.” He mumbled under his breath as he walked out of the office, bumping into a frantic-looking Hyunjin. 

“I’m so sorry. I tried to get him to stop but he just barged through me.” Hyunjin’s eyes were full of worry, anxiety taking over him as he apologized for his carelessness. “I could have gotten you in so much trouble.” 

“What an asshole.” Minho’s brows creased as he remembered the conversation that took place in the office. That douchebag didn’t care about his patients one bit. 

Hyunjin’s head fell as he tried to apologize. “I’m so sorry. I suck. I had one job.” 

“No, not you dumbass.” Minho chuckled and ruffled the taller boy’s hair. “Did you break the vase?”

Confusion took over the Hyunjin’s features. “No? I was supposed to break a vase? When did that become a part of the plan?” 

Minho shrugged. Dr. Henry probably wouldn’t remember the conversation anyways. He was barely listening the whole time. “Nevermind. Come on, I have something to show you.” 

Hyunjin’s brows raised as he followed the older boy down the hallways to the security room. His heart dropped when he spotted the security feed, spotting your tired frame in the video. 

“Wait is she in a straight jacket?” Hyunjin rushed over to the monitor, enlarging the window so he could watch you. You were lying face up, staring at the ceiling, face devoid of all emotion as you did nothing. 

“No please, feel free.” Changbin sounded unamused. “I wasn’t doing anything important.” 

Minho sighed, resting his hand on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “Give him a break. He’s going through a lot.” Minho pulled Hyunjin away from the monitor, catching the attention of Chan. “He’s also not used to interacting with people.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes and started to retort, but Chan cut him off before he could say anything.  

“Hey, what are you two doing here?” Chan smiled. 

“Come over here Chan,” Minho called him over. “You’ll want to see this.” The boys all crowded around Minho as he pulled out the bloody knife, making everyone gasp. “Christ, what are y’all being dramatic for?” Minho rolled his eyes. “I found this in Dr. Henry’s desk.” Minho caught Hyunjin’s gaze. “Your girl didn’t kill that man.” 

“Dr. Henry did?” Hyunjin’s tongue ran over his chapped lips. “We need more proof. Dr. Douglas isn’t going —” 

“Dr. Douglas isn’t going to find out about this.” Minho cut Hyunjin off. “Dr. Henry is his right-hand man. There’s no way he’s going to believe us.” Minho sighed. “If anything he’ll find a way to blame you for that man’s murder.” 

“Who was he?” Chan fiddled with his thumbs as he asked. Hyunjin could tell that everyone was on edge. They were all involved in a secret that couldn’t be revealed. 

“Charles Johnson,” Changbin answered. “He wasn’t a patient here. We assume he was a visitor, but there’s no one here with the last name Johnson.” 

“He could have been visiting a friend.” Chan shrugged. 

Hyunjin bit his lower lip as his mind raced with endless possibilities. “Or perhaps he got in the way.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself Hyunjin.” Minho set the bloody knife on the table. 

“From what I’ve seen, Dr. Douglas trusts Dr. Henry.” Chan pursed his lips. “Dr. Henry could have this whole hospital under his control and Dr. Douglas wouldn’t even know.” 

“Are you saying that Dr. Douglas has no idea what’s going on?” Hyunjin frowned. “I have a hard time believing that.” 

“I’m not saying anything like that.” Chan’s brows creased. “I’m just pointing out the facts.” Chan picked up the bloody knife and slid it into his pocket. “I’ll take this to the lab and we’ll see if the DNA matches up to Charles Johnson.” 

“How long will that take?” Minho asked as he leaned back against the wall.

“It’ll take around 24-48 hours.” Chan smiled, dimples showing full force as he rested his hand on Hyunjin’s shoulders. “I’ll try to go as fast as I can.” 

Hyunjin smiled sadly, eyes shifting back to your defeated frame on the monitor. “Please do.” 

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The next couple of days were complete hell for Hyunjin. Since you were still technically his patient, he couldn’t take on another one. The first day Hyunjin filled prescriptions for 8 hours until he was released to go home. The second day, he decided to pester Minho. Thank goodness Minho was able to get him out of the asylum to walk around the gardens, otherwise, the boy probably would have gone crazy. 

“Hey, look.” Minho pointed to the front desk lady. “She’s fucking Dr. Henry.” 

Hyunjin couldn’t help but snicker. “How do you know this stuff?”

“I happen to know a lot of talkative people.” Minho shrugged. “That and I asked her.” 

“You asked her?” Hyujin giggled as he filed some paperwork. “Didn’t she find that weird?”

“Actually no.” Minho chuckled. “She’s practically fucked everyone but you and me in this damn place.” Minho cringed as he shoved a bunch of papers into a manila envelope. “She thought I was interested in her.” 

Right on queue, Janice sauntered over to Minho leaning against the counter, bright red lips puckered in a pout as she trailed her finger along his jaw. “Hey, baby. I enjoyed our little chat last night.”

“Please don’t touch me.” Minho pushed her hand off him, making Hyunjin snort. 

“Don’t be rude Minho,” Hyunjin smirked at the boy. “You didn’t tell me about your wonderful girlfriend.” 

Minho pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ll end you.” Hyunjin threw his head back and laughed. “Seriously, I’ll murder your ass, bury you in the gardens, and dance on your grave.” Minho glared at the boy. 

“Don’t be like that baby.” Janice winked at Minho, making the boy cringe. 

“I’m into men,” Minho stated matter of factly. “I thought you knew that.” 

Janice’s eyes went wide as she gasped. “What? No, you’re not.” 

“Yeah, Hyunjin and I are dating.” Minho wrapped his arm around Hyunjin’s waist and squeezed his ass, making the younger boy burst out in laughter. “He laughs at everything, I’m not sure why.” 

Janice’s eyes shifted around, avoiding their gaze as embarrassment crept in. “I’m so sorry I thought you were straight.” She laughed nervously. “I’ll just leave you to it then.” Janice quickly scurried off, leaving Hyunjin a giggling mess. 

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you did that.” Hyunjin snickered. 

Minho glared at Hyunjin, sending him into another fit of laughter. “I can’t believe you called her my girlfriend.” Minho shivered. “I can’t date someone who’s fucked the entire hospital.” 

“Hey, guys.” Chan strolled into the room, frowning when he saw the two boys giggling amongst all the paperwork. “Okay, I’m curious. What’s up?”

“Oh, I just groped Hyunjin for a solid minute so I could get Janice to fuck off.” Minho shrugged as if that was a normal thing to say. 

Chan chuckled. “Good call.” He paused, pulling the murder weapon out of his pocket, making the boy’s laughter die down. “I have news.” 

Hyunjin grabbed the knife from Chan, sliding the blade into his pocket for safekeeping. “Go ahead. We’re listening.”

“The blood matches Charles Johnson.” Chan paused, trying to find the right words. “Dr. Henry’s fingerprints aren’t on the weapon.” 

“But it was in his office?” Hyunjin’s brows creased. Something about this whole situation didn’t feel right. If the weapon was in Dr. Henry’s office, that meant he set up the murder, right? Was someone else trying to frame Dr. Henry? The man was an asshole, but Hyunjin didn’t feel right accusing him of murder if he didn’t do it. “How did it get in his office then?”

“I have no idea.” Chan sighed. “He doesn’t keep his door locked, so it’s possible that someone was trying to frame him.” Chan shrugged. “Either way, you have enough to release her. Her fingerprints aren’t on the murder weapon.” 

Hyunjin’s eyes brightened instantly. “Really?”

“Don’t accuse Dr. Henry of murder.” Chan lowered his voice. “We have no proof and he’ll just try to pin the murder on you.” 

“I’ll tell him that I found someone slipping that in his office.” Hyunjin smiled. “Thank you.” The younger boy turned to Minho, an excited smile gracing his features. “Come on, let’s go!” Hyunjin’s smile dropped when he saw Minho hesitate, eyes full of uncertainty as he took a step back.

“I can’t.” Minho sighed as he looked down at his feet, avoiding Hyunjin’s gaze. “I’m sorry, but I can’t keep getting wrapped up in this.” 

Hyunjin felt a pang in his chest. “What… What do you mean?”

“Please understand, I have to keep my good reputation here —” 

“It’s fine.” Hyunjin held his hand up, stopping the boy in his tracks. “I get it.” 

Hyunjin stormed out of the room before Minho had a chance to explain further. Of course, he understood. The boy had been working at the Rosewood Psychiatric Institution for years, and if they wanted to break out of that place, they’d need someone on the inside. Still… Hyunjin was kind of hoping Minho would be there with him to expose Dr. Henry for who he really was. 

Hyunjin walked quickly down the hallways, knife in his pocket as he headed to Dr. Henry’s office. His heart dropped in his chest the more he thought about Minho. He knew the boy was still his best friend but… Hyunjin couldn’t shake the thought that he was pushing Minho to do things he didn’t want to do. Maybe the boy was content living in this fucked-up place? Hyunjin never really had a friend before — the last thing he wanted to do was ruin his friendship with Minho. 

He shook his head as he trudged forward. He had to stay focused! Hyunjin stormed into Dr. Henry’s office, slamming the murder weapon on the desk. “I saw someone smuggle this into your office.” Hyunjin panted. “Someone’s trying to frame you for murder.” 

“Are you sure it wasn’t you?” Dr. Henry smirked as he stared into Hyunjin’s eyes. “For all I know, you killed that man.” 

Fuck, he didn’t think this through. 

“Look, her prints aren’t on the weapon. Here’s the report I pulled.” Hyunjin slid over some paperwork, sighing in relief as Dr. Henry looked over the contents on the front page. “We could only identify the DNA from Charles Johnson. We couldn’t find the killer.” Hyunjin sighed, hoping Dr. Henry would be reasonable. “Please release her.”

“You have to get Dr. Douglas’s permission.” Dr. Henry pursed his lips. “I can’t do anything about this.” 

“Yes, you can.” Hyunjin leaned forward, practically begging for the man’s help. “Please sign off on her release.” 

Dr. Henry sighed and signed the papers. “Here. I’ll talk to Dr. Douglas. Just don’t go mentioning this to anyone. I’m not willing to fork out favors to everyone.” 

“Thank you so much.” Hyunjin bowed and snatched the papers, instantly leaving the office. He sprinted down the hall, heading straight for the room you were contained in. Hyunjin rolled his eyes when he spotted the guards lounging outside the door, messing around on their phones instead of watching you. 

“Sir, you aren’t supposed to be here.” One of the guards stood up and hovered in front of Hyunjin, attempting to appear bigger than he was. 

Hyunjin would have laughed at the smaller man if he wasn’t so concerned about getting you out of that room in one piece. “Let me in.” Hyunjin demanded, shoving the signed paperwork into the guard’s hands. “Now.” He leaned forward, using his height to his advantage as he hovered over the smaller guard. 

The guard merely scoffed. “I just said —” 

“Read the damn paperwork.” Hyunjin sighed in frustration as the guard looked over the papers. All he wanted to do was get you out of there — to let you know that you weren’t alone, that he was fighting for you this entire time. 

The guard sighed before opening the door, allowing the ebony-haired man to rush into the room. His breath hitched when his eyes rested upon your frame. You were lying face-up on the floor, face emotionless as you stared up at the ceiling. Hyunjin could see your lips moving as if you were reciting something over and over again to keep your mind off the painfully empty room. 

Hyunjin rushed over to you, soft soothing words escaping his lips as he practically ripped the straight jacket off your body. Your eyes glassed over as Hyunjin helped you stretch out your arms. God, it felt so good to have his gentle hands on you. It had been days since you’ve seen another human being, let alone someone as kind as Hyunjin. 

The boy pulled you into his arms, rocking you slowly as your shaky hands grasped his shirt. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered. You could swear you felt his lips press against the top of your head but… maybe that was just your imagination. “I tried to get you out of here as fast as I could.” 

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. The words wouldn’t come out, but he must have heard your silent thanks. Hyunjin gently lifted you up, hands guiding your legs to wrap around his waist as he stood up and carried you out of the room. Part of you was happy to see the barren halls. You couldn’t fathom seeing Hyunjin get in trouble for breaking you out of the padded room. 

Hyunjin somehow, after a couple of tries, managed to open the door to your room with his foot. You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at the boy’s failed attempts. “Hey don’t laugh at me, I’m trying.” Hyunjin smiled as he carried you to your bed. The ebony-haired boy gently lowered you onto the mattress, hands quickly tucking your blankets around your body. 

“You’re safe now.” Hyunjin’s thumb ran across your cheek. “I won’t let them take you again.” 

You wanted — so badly — to tell him how much you appreciate him, but you couldn’t get the words out of your mouth. You were frozen in your own body, the pain and suffering from the past few days leaving you an empty shell. Your hand darted out, grasping Hyunjin’s wrist, turning the boy’s attention to you. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you pulled his wrist closer, hoping the boy’s body would follow. You needed him. 

Hyunjin’s eyes darted to the door as Chan stepped into the room, ready to take over his morning shift. “I’ll stay with her today.” Hyunjin’s soft voice was oddly soothing to your ears. Chan merely nodded and left, leaving the two of you alone to sort out your feelings. 

Hyunjin crawled in bed with you, sliding underneath the blankets so he could pull you to his chest. “Hey, it’s okay.” His fingertips ran through your hair, the sounds of his steady breathing mixed with his frantic heartbeat helped comfort you as you cried in his chest. “I tried to get you out as soon as I could.” Hyunjin’s arms tightened around you. “We found the murder weapon. We were able to prove that you’re innocent.” 

Your emotions were overwhelming — panic racing through you as you sobbed into Hyunjin’s chest. You thought you’d be stuck there forever. You thought Hyunjin gave up on you and yet — here you are, laying in the man’s arms as he whispered sweet comforting words into your ear. 

“Want to hear something funny?” Hyunjin smiled when you nodded. “Minho was going through Dr. Henry’s desk and figured out that he was sleeping with the receptionist. She came to flirt with him and he told her he was gay.” Hyunjin chuckled. “He told her that I was his boyfriend grabbed my ass to prove a point.” You couldn’t help but snort at the taller boy as you smacked his chest. 

Good. He was able to get you to smile again. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Hyunjin’s fingertips drew small patterns on your back, the soothing touch making you melt into his embrace. Your hands grasped Hyunjin’s shirt as you adjusted your position, holding him closer to your shivering frame. 

“I feel wrong.” You mumbled against his shirt. “I’m scared.” 

Hyunjin tightened his hold on you, fingers running through your hair as he slowly rocked you back and forth. “It’s okay, love.” His cheek rested against the top of your head. “It’s okay. I’m here now.” 

Hearing those sweet soothing words from Hyunjin made you feel calmer with each passing second. He always found a way to pull through — no matter what the cost. The entire time you were in that room, you thought of him. You longed to hear his voice, feel his touch, but most of all, you wanted his lips against yours. 

Wait… what?

Your hands tightened on his shirt as you gasped, startling the boy beneath you. 

“Are you okay?” Hyunjin’s bright eyes were filled with concern as he checked you over, making sure you weren’t hurt. His eyes widened when he lifted your shirt, spotting several bruises along your ribs. “Oh my God, what did they do to you?”

You pushed his hands away from your body. There was a bigger problem at hand. You loved your caretaker. You can’t love your caretaker! They’ll take him away. Besides… He couldn’t love a crazy person. Hyunjin should be out in the world falling in love with a beautiful, happy, down-to-earth woman… not you. 

God, why were you panicking?

“Hey, hey.” Hyunjin grabbed your arms, steadying you as he looked into your eyes. “What’s going on sweetheart? Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.” 

“I love you!” 

[captainsrogers7]

Babysitting Part 2

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Loki x Reader

Summary You have been assigned to watch over Loki. Over the few weeks you have spent with him you two grow close to each other. When it’s finally time for him to return to Asgard, you enter a stage of misery and depression. That is until Thor surprises you with something.

Word Count: 1,577 ( I know it’s long)

Warnings: fluff

Part 1  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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You wake up at 5 o’clock, you make your way to the kitchen on the helicarrier and you are greeted by the Avengers.

“Good morning Agent…..?” Captain America asks me.

“Y/L/N, Y/n y/l/n, please.”you answer his question.

He nods and continues with the conversation, “So I hear your babysitting him.” He really emphasized the last word.

“He has a name you know. And to answer your question, yes I have been assigned to watch over Loki.”

Everyone cringed at the mention of his name. Bruce sipped his cup of coffee a little louder as if trying to ease the tension in the room. Scenarios like these made him uncomfortable. All of you clue into this and change the subject, well sort of.

“So what’s he like? Me and Stark have a bet going on” Natasha asked hopefully, “ I say he’s not that bad just bipolar, Stark thinks he’s a raving psychopath. We have $100 on the table.”

Steve laughed but then focused his attention back on me, it seemed he was interested as well.

“Well I only met him yesterday but as of right now it seems like Natasha is winning the bet,” she pumped her fist into the air, “ but it may just be an act. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

You checked the time, 10 minutes until your shift started. Might as well show up early, you took your cup of coffee and began to make your way towards Loki’s quarters.

Upon approaching the door, the air felt oddly cold. Colder than it was yesterday. You opened the door and the grouchy man who was supposed to be watching Loki was out cold in the couch. The room was freezing, you went to the thermostat and adjusted the temperature. As you were making the room warmer you felt your back side grow cold.

“Hello y/n, how are you?” Loki asked with an innocent looking smile on his face, even though he had just scared the daylights out of you.

“You have to stop doing that!” you shouted which woke up the man sleeping on the couch.

He got up and mumbled some rude words under his breath and left the room, giving me and Loki yet another strange glance.You laughed once he left the room.

“Why on earth is the room so cold?”

“He fell asleep within 10 minutes of you leaving so I decided to inspect my surroundings, that thing being one of them.”

He reached past your face to press the buttons again, this time causing the room to grow extremely hot. You smacked his hand away and readjusted the temperature. You turned around and scowled at him.

“What? I like to know what things do. Especially if I’m going to have to live around them for who knows how long.”

You didn’t know how to react so you decided to try and change the subject, “ So, do you still want to learn how to play those games?”

“ Actually I figured them out yesterday, you didn’t inform me that there was instructions. Now we can play as equals and you don’t have to explain things to me every 2 minutes.” He laughed at his own joke.

“I guess that makes things easier for me, so which do you want to start with?”

“How about Jenga?” He raised his eyebrows as if asking if he was correct. I nodded.

“Sounds good, let’s get started.”

You had been playing Jenga for at least 45 minutes before a stupid move on your half finally made the tower topple over. He laughed at this mistake and said that there were a dozen other you could have done.

You had a meeting with Director Fury so you left for that. it was about another mission in 5 months. You accepted it.You got back to the room confused. ‘Why is the door open’ you thought. You ran to the end of the hallway to see Loki rooting through the refrigerator. He turned around upon your arrival.

“ I thought I’d leave the door open, it was getting quite hot after I fiddled with the wall buttons,” he meant thermostat, “ What do you do with this?”

He was holding up a bottle of ketchup. You walked over and glanced into the fridge. You saw that there was very little, but there was hotdogs. You pulled them out and showed them to him. He seemed confused.

“I put this on that?” his remark made him sound disgusted but his eyes showed curiosity.

“Yup, you just have to heat these up,” you gestures to the hotdogs.

You placed two hotdogs in the microwave and waited. There seemed to be an awkward silence between the two of you. As if you both wanted to say something but didn’t know how to bring it up. As you were about to say something the microwave beeped signaling that the hotdogs were finished. The beeping seemed to have annoyed Loki because he rolled his eyes and covered his ears. You walked over to the microwave and took the hotdogs out. You then found some bread to replace the hotdog bun. You put ketchup on and handed one to Loki before taking a bite out of your own.

He looked appalled by the food you were offering,” You expect me to eat that.” he asked, “ you’re mistaken if so.”

He put in in the garbage bin. Then walked into the room where the games were and returned with Jenga. He began setting the game up at the coffee table while I ate my makeshift hotdog.

Once you had eaten the last bite, you made your way to the coffee table where Loki was almost finished assembling the game. You say on the couch beside him and waited patiently. He scooted away from you as though he was uncomfortable being that close to you. You don’t know why but it hurt a little.

“Well, should we start?” He asked turning to you, a large smile on his face.

You nodded. You removed the first piece. Then he took his turn and the game slowly progressed. After at least 15 minutes the tower was full of holes and growing more unsteady by the minute. Loki made the daring move to remove one of the towers main supports, surprisingly it didn’t fall. Then you made your move by removing a brick closer to the top. Once your next move came round you thought that you could take out block by the bottom of the tower. That wasn’t smart, the tower fell to the floor. Loki laughed.

It was half past 6 and you both were beginning to get hungry. You rummaged through the pantry and the refrigerator but came up empty handed. There was nothing that you could use to make an actual meal. You thought and you came to the conclusion that you needed to go get food from the kitchen of the helicarrier. There was always food there.

So you left the room, you were fairly confident that Loki wouldn’t do anything. He was still laughing at the move you made in chess. So you walked to the kitchen. You found macaroni and cheese, you also found some lettuce and dressing. That was good enough. You made your way back to the room. Sure enough when you returned he was laying on the couch still laughing hysterically. 

After the two of you ate you turned on the television that was in the living room. You hadn’t seen it yesterday. You turned on the news, you were greeted by the headline, ‘Unknown Man Kills Causes Riot in Germany’. Yikes, you clicked the channel button but not before Loki read it. It seemed to upset him very much.

“Hey don’t worry about it,” you tried to comfort him.

“Why not!” He yelled, “ this planet views me as a monster!”

He was scaring you. All the yelling and flailing of his arms. You had unconsciously moved to the opposite end of the sofa. He noticed this and his expression changed from anger to guilt.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to- I just- I didn’t want this to happen. The scepter took control over me and I couldn’t overcome it.” He began to walk away.

You launched up from off the couch and ran to him. He turned around as you reached him. You pulled him into a hug and you stood there for what felt like ages. It was nice, a little cold but it was welcoming and made you feel protected. After a long time, the two of you let go of each other.

“I’m sorry, I don't now what came over me- it’s that- I don’t know- Well I guess-“ you were cut off.

He pulled you back into the hug. You felt tears hit the top of your head.

“Y/n, I’m sorry” he let go, embarrassed, “ I shouldn’t have done that.”

You didn’t like the awkwardness, “ So I saw cards in there, do you want to learn how to play Go Fish?”

“Yes absolutely”

11 o’clock had come around, you had taught Loki all the card games you knew. Once he had learned he beat you at every single one. Then a knock at the door interrupted your game of Crazy Eights.

You laughed, “Alright Loki, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And you walked back to your room excited for the next day with Loki.

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