-HaeWon-

"He's the literal definition of crazy."

"I almost died because of that insane person!"

"He's scarier than those stupid horror movies."

"Don't ever make him mad or get on his nerves. You'll regret it instantly."

"He can kill you with his eyes."

"He's hopeless and can't be saved. No one cares for him. He's sick."

"He's sick."

"Sick."

"Sick."

"Sick."

That word was carved into stone in my mind. I couldn't NOT think about that every time someone mentions "Patient 907". Real name, I believe is Jungkook. Something he never gets called anymore.

Instead, he's known as...

"Patient 907."

"Crazy boy."

"Psycho on floor 13."

"Hopeless kid."

"Sicko."

"Sick kid."

"Scary devil child."

"The boy who can't be helped."

That's all I know. It's all I've ever heard about him....

•••••

My name is HaeWon. It was given to me by my parents who had big hopes for me. It means "graceful garden". They wanted me to become a dancer or a gymnast.

I didn't become that.

Not even close.

I am a doctor, but not for physical things you may think. Although, I was a pediatrician for a few years starting out.

Now, I help the mentally ill and the "crazy", though, I don't like to call my clients that.

I moved from South Korea to America because of this job opportunity my parents thought was great. I've been studying English almost my whole life, so there's nothing to worry about the language barrier.

I moved to this really isolated building that looked like a prison on the outside, but was pure white and clean on the inside.

It's almost always quiet in this creepy place, but you somehow get used to it....since I can't leave this building as easy as I used to because of my strict boss, this building was the only setting I know.

I lived here. I lived here with a lot of other adults. They're all older than me, which isn't a huge deal because I'm not even a full grown adult yet. I'm super young, according to a lot of my coworkers.

A good amount of them were Korean like me, so that was pretty cool. But my boss isn't.

He treats me differently. He could just be overprotective..or just REALLY ageist.

He still doesn't understand that I may be young, but I didn't come all the way here to not do what I studied for my entire life.

I've been here for 3 months now and so far, it's quite boring. Only having simple check-ups and answering phone calls. It's even more boring since this place isn't as popular as other places in the outside world...

I wish to do more with my abilities. How will I learn if I'm doing something anyone could do?

I occasionally drop hints to my boss, hoping, some day, he would promote me in some way...any way.

And today is that day.

"I have a big job for you, HaeWon." My boss grins, staring down at me with crossed arms.

I nod, trying to hold back my smiles and childish giggles of excitement.

He looks up in thought and sighs. "You probably heard of him before. Jungkook is his name. Does anything come to mind?"

Sick

Crazy

Insane

Scary

Hopeless

Dangerous

Sick

I nod, gulping.

"Ha, I'm sure you have. He's been here for awhile now..." My boss starts pacing around the room as he spoke.

"How long?"

"About 12 years."

My eyes widen. "T-Twelve years?"

"Yes, now, he's a tough one-" He stops in his sentence and starts chuckling. "Tough isn't even close to describing the kind of monster he is."

I rubbed my arm, nervously.

"He's been here for that long for a reason. Some doctors do quit because of him. Some deny this job. Some even try to convince me to take him out."

"Out?"

"Kill him."

I flinch at his response, but I try to stay calm and professional.

"I chose you because of your....impressive experience. You two also some have in common. He's Korean and close to the same age as you." He continues and sits down at his desk.

"I can do this. What will be my job exactly? Treat him? Cure him?"

"Cure? You have such high hopes, HaeWon. It's cute!"

My excitement decreases intensely. "Then what?"

"Your job is to gain his trust."

"Huh? Just that? Boss, I can do much more. I can try to-"

"His room is #901. Floor 13. Go, you are dismissed." He waves me off, cutting me off.

I let out a puff a air and stood up. Despite him interrupting me, he's still giving me a responsibility that I've been waiting for.

"Thank you, boss."

I walk out the door and do a little victory dance.

"Oh, little girl got the job?" Dr. Chanyeol, who's walking down the hall towards me, chuckles.

He was Korean, so we got along a little bit. He's also probably the nicest doctor here.

I fix my white coat and laughed along. "Yes. I've been waiting for something like this to come along."

"I know. Say goodbye to boring phone calls. What's your job now?"

"I'm going to be helping out Jungkook."

He gasps. "Him?!"

"Yeah. I-I know all those rumors, but I haven't actually seen him myself. I won't judge him without knowing firsthand."

"H-HaeWon, those aren't rumors." His voice slightly shook.

"And you know?"

"I mean, I just hear the rumors too, but it's scary because they seem true."

I scoffed lightly. "I'm going to see for myself."

He just shrugs. "Good luck then. Be careful."

And with that, he walks away.

I sighed.

My heart's beating so fast, but not from fear. Just seeing Dr. Chanyeol get all shaky about Jungkook made me more curious than afraid.

I should hurry and check on Jungkook.

For the first time.

I head to my room, which was on the 14th floor.

The two highest levels are the rooms and living space for the doctors and staff. Floor 13 and under are the rooms for the patients.

I quickly change into a fresh pair of clothing.

Maybe if I dressed up casually and look like a normal girl, he wouldn't feel too intimidated?

Maybe.

I grab a small bag and placed a notepad in there for note taking.

"901. 901. 901." I repeat the number over and over again as I make my way to his room.

Maybe he's not as bad as everyone says he is....

Maybe.

I walk through the pure white hallways and come across Room 901. The first thing I notice are the glass walls.

I could see him right away. He was curled up into a ball in the right corner. He was wearing all black with jet black hair. I don't know if I'm right or not because I'm still a bit far, but he looks really pale too.

Not to mention that I've never seen rooms like this before. This isn't right. He has rights...he's still human. This is a violation of privacy.

And there is no other sign of life around him, not even a plant. What the heck? He's the only one on this floor.

Literally the only one.

Those rumors suddenly come to mind and instead of denying them, I actually start to feel the fear.

I slowly approach his glass room with caution. My eyes were glued to him as I  open the glass door and stepped inside.

His eyes pierce mine as soon as he turns around and makes eye contact. He stares at me with his black eyes and pale face.

Hm?

He looks normal.

He looks fine actually.

But I already know not to judge too fast.

I enter the room.

Jungkook stays seated, but his head was turned so he could watch my every move.

"Hello-"

"Who are you?" He interrupts me rudely.

"My name is HaeWon. I'm 18 years old, almost 19." I introduce myself confidently.

"Ah, you speak Korean?" He seemed to mock me.

"Yes, I am Korean. Can I talk to you?"

"I'm not a baby, stop talking to me like I'm a baby." He snaps and I flinch.

"Jungkook, I-"

"I know you're a doctor. Why are you here?" He stands up, causing me to panic a little inside.

"I-I-"

"See, you can't even defend yourself. You're just like the other useless doctors that know nothing about anything! Useless! Coming down here was a waste of gravity. I'm hopeless!" He yells and walks closer to me.

I was speechless, but I had to be strong.

"Jungkook, please listen to me. I'm here to help you."

"That's what they all say. They can't do it and you can't do it!"

"LISTEN!" I shout back.

Jungkook stops, which surprises me.

I soften my tone. "Jungkook, please. I'm not like the other doctors and I can prove it. Let me."

He sighs and sits down on his squeaky bed. "I'm listening."

I sit next to him, but he scoots away from me.

"Jungkook, I'm new to this building, well, not NEW NEW, but I'm the youngest and newest doctor here. I'm experienced, I can really help you. You just need to help me back." I say.

He hesitates, but tries to look up at me. "How can I help you? I'm sick. That's what everyone here keeps telling me. I'm sick, I can't do anything, no cure. I-I'm hopeless."

"Stop, don't say that. You can do many things to help. Just answer my questions please." I pull out my notepad and pencil.

Jungkook stares at me closely while I talk.

"What's your full name?"

"How will this help you?" He talks back, coldly and bluntly.

I sigh, containing my patience. "Please, Jungkook. I want to know..."

I put my hand on his knee, probably not a good idea, so I pull it away just as fast.