A/N: Welcome to my twisted mind~ I got some major inspiration to write a well...very disturbing series.This is sorta an introduction chapter. Letting you get a feel for the characters and the setting. So please, grab some snacks and join the roller coaster.
AU!: Psychopath!Yandere!Minghao, Psychiatrist!Reader, Doctor!Jun
Warnings: Blood, Murder, Self harm (Mentioned), Cussing, Major heartache
Description: You never realized how stressful and dangerous your job as an asylum psychiatrist could be till a patient, Xu Minghao, gets admitted for murder. Your co-worker Wen Junhui insists the man is dangerous and needs to be locked away. However, something draws you near Minghao. But can you break free before it is too late?
“It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.”
Your shoes thumped against the pure, clean marble floors. Speckled with little grey specks. You passed several nurses, doctors, and psychiatrists like yourself. White coats and straight jackets found on every turn of a corner.
Some people would call you insane to actually desire to care for the insane. But you found a sense of comfort in it. You wanted to help people. You wanted to help them see reason and clarity. Be it that you are just a figure for them to trust and talk to, or medicine that you prescribe for them. Anyway they possibly could get better, you tried.
Your mother, in particular, wasn’t fond of your job, she swore up and down you would get yourself killed here. You brushed her off
“Mom, these people aren’t dangerous, they are hurt and they need my help.” you furrowed your eyebrows, placing your hands gently on her shoulders.
“I just worry for you. Those people-” she spat, making you flinch at her harsh tone.
“Those people are exactly what you just said. People. People who need help. I am done talking about this now.”
Remembering her face, her pained face as you refused to even consider what she was saying. It makes your heart hurt. You wish it wasn’t too late to apologize for your harshness in the past. Sighing and shaking your head, you pushed aside your regrets and thoughts. You looked down at your clip board, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you examine your next patient’s sheet.
Birthplace- China, Haicheng, Liaoning
Reason for Admission- manslaughter, suicide attempt, attacking officers when attempt was stopped.
Dangerous? - Yes, restraints are necessary at all times. Patient shows dangerous behavior to his nurses, doctor, and to himself.
You were startled out of your reading as suddenly your coat was tugged on. Jumping slightly with wide eyes, you look down at the blonde little girl.
“Eva!“ you breathed out, clutching your chest as your heart thumps heavily in your rib cage. “You scared me, hun,” you chuckled, kneeling down to her level after smiling softly at her nurse. “How are you doing today, honey?”
“I is okie” she smiled, her front tooth missing from her yanking it out. Per request from Raven... “Raven hasn’t spoke to me for a while, Miss Y/L/N” she rocked back and forth on the heels of her feet. Her hands clasped cutely behind her back.
“That is great, Eva. I know you are making great progress. I will see you later in the week, okay?” you patted the top of her head gently, rising back up.
“Okie, Miss Y/L/N” she waved before taking her nurse’s hand and skipping off to her room. Probably to color or nap. But you can’t be worrying about Eva right now. You rush quickly to your third office. You had several offices, each designed for certain types of patients. This Minghao fellow was currently in Office C, padded heavily with several cameras and secret alarm buttons everywhere. Office C was where usually you first meet your patients, then later you determined which office to continue seeing them at or which office they would be more comfortable in.
You thumbed in the code for the office, stepping inside before pushing the door closed. A soft beep ringing as the alarm sets. Turning around, you gave the man in front of you a friendly smile, taking a few short steps to sit down. You glanced down at your clipboard before back up at Minghao.
“How are you feeling today, Mr Xu?” you crossed your leg over the other, flipping to a clean sheet of paper, ready to jot notes down. He smirked lightly, trying to stretch within his straight jacket. His eyes roamed all over your body before settling to look directly into your eyes, making you shift under his gaze.
“How do you think I should feel?” he tilted his head, his smirk widening more and more into a full blown smile. “I am a murderer, a psychopath as some seem to be calling me.” A soft giggle escaped past his lips, causing a chill to go down your spine. “Quite an interesting term that one...Psy-Cho-Path” He sounded out slowly.
You cleared your throat, quickly jotting down his behavior before looking back up at him. “Mr. Xu-” you began only for him to cut you off with a loud sigh and a tough pull within his jacket. Irritation and anger forming on his face.
“Minghao. Call me Minghao, and only Minghao.” He snarled out, clearly taking a dislike to your formalities. Immediately that is something you note down. “Unless you have a name you would like to call me during fun times, Minghao is the only name I wish for you to call me” He purred, laving his tongue over his bottom lip.
He is going to be a tough one, you thought to yourself, making some more notes of his behavior.
“I will call you Minghao. And since we are patient and doctor, there will be no ‘fun’ times as you call them” you smile politely before checking the clock. Thirty minutes left to this introduction session. “Now I have to ask some mandatory questions, Minghao-” you flipped a page on your clip board, examining it before looking back up at him, “Do you hear voices?”
He tilts his head in thought before grinning, “Sometimes”
“What do they tell you? Do they tell you to do anything?”
“They tell me about ways I could make you orgasm ” he threw his head back and cackled as if he just told the greatest joke in the world. You, however, sighed and jotted down his lewd behavior.
"Do they tell you to do anything violent. To yourself or others?" You peered up from your clipboard, raising an eyebrow.
"One voice told me I should slit the throat of my neighbors dog, that would get the mangy mutt to shut the fuck up." He stared up at the ceiling in thought. Looking semi-peaceful despite the circumstances.
"Of course, but also that voice was my own train of thought" his focus went from the ceiling to you, the corner of his lips tugging into a wicked smile. A chill went down your spine, lacing your skin with goosebumps. You swallowed your fear and discomfort down. Reading a note left by his doctor after being brought in, you chewed on the inside of your cheek.
Patient has several scars lacing his wrists, when questioned by this, he claimed to be releasing himself. Research into his profile, before the murder, shows a hospital stay after hitting a vein.
“Was your home life abusive?” you set your clipboard down on your lap, clasping your hands together. “Usually those that harm themselves live in a harmful household.. Was yours harmful, Mr- Minghao?” you forced yourself to smile, calling him by his first name.
“Maybe. Maybe not. Or maybe I have no family. Maybe I was sent from Hell” he laughed, settling further into the couch. His black bangs covering his eyes. “Maybe I am the antichrist.”
You decided not to comment on that one, just quietly noting down his behavior. You set your clipboard down yet again, studying his face. He was handsome, you couldn’t deny that. But you weren’t an agency for models, you were a psychiatrist, and you were studying your patient.
“You were diagnosed with schizophrenia, do you agree with this?” you tilted your head at him, and you watched as he did the same to you with a smirk. However, he never answered. Just simply stared at you. “Minghao?” raising an eyebrow, you questioned.
“I don’t know~ Do you agree with it? I am sure you are very familiar with it...” he sneered. You opened your mouth to answer, but you were quickly cut off by the alarm beeping throughout the room. Signaling the end of your session. Two men wearing white uniforms quickly walked in, grabbing Minghao by his elbows and roughly lifting him up off the couch. You would have snapped at them to be more gentle, however, this pang in your chest stopped you from speaking. You didn’t understand his statement.
“See ya later, love” he smiled widely, dementedly. He wanted to get under your skin, and boy was he doing a good job of it.
You work with a lot of mentally ill. That is all he meant by it. You kept telling yourself that as you watched the workers usher Minghao out. He walked past you and chuckled, throwing his head back. Enjoying his effect on you. After his laughter rang through your ears, you cleared your mind and straightened your back, walking out after them. But you couldn’t quite shake him off. The feeling he gave you. This sense of-
“Y/N, watch out!” a familiar voice shouted. Whipping your head up, you came in contact with a very annoying pillar in the middle of the walk way. A structural beam that had to stay in it’s burdensome position. You groaned in pain, already expecting a bruise to show up on your forehead in the morning.
“Y/N, are you okay? Where were you?” the voice comes up beside you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. Peeking through your fingers you see Jun shaking his head disapprovingly at you.
“Where do you think I was? I had a patient, moron” you huffed at your friend and co-worker. Jun was slender, yet still had muscles that rippled his clothing. You couldn’t deny your attraction to your friend, but who wasn’t attracted to him? He was a walking angel. You two met shortly after you took the job. You were sitting alone in the cafeteria, scared of what you had gotten yourself into. That was the first and only time you were scared. Jun came up and asked if the seat in front of you was taken. You remember thinking how he wouldn’t shut up. He spilled his whole backstory to you that lunch hour. How he use to work in pediatrics for mentally ill kids, all the way to how he ended up here.
“I am Jun. I just transferred here...And you are?” He asked, his eyes gentle, brown hair messily covering his forehead. You felt safe with him, though you think he runs his mouth too much. But nerves can do that to a person, and you were trained to listen.
“I am Y/N, nice to meet you, Jun” you smiled politely before returning to push your lettuce around your salad bowl. Hunger being the last thing on your mind, you were being presented your first patient today, and the word “nervous” couldn’t even begin to describe how you were feeling. Maybe your mother was right.
“I feel like we are going to be good friends, you and I”
Sure we are, you thought sarcastically to yourself. You always preferred to be alone.
“I meant mentally, you smart ass” he snorted, patting the top of your head, breaking you yet again out of your thoughts. “You seem so deep in thought? What’s going on in that head of yours?” he motioned for you to begin walking again. So you did, and he followed along side you.
“Oh.. I just had a new patient. He is interesting to say the least.” you shook your head, feeling a chill wave over your body. You quickly wrapped your arms around your body, hugging yourself to bring extra warmth. Sometimes this place feels so cold. You only wonder how the patients look at it.
“He murdered a woman who was walking with her baby in a stroller-” grimacing for a second, you continued your thought, “It appears he did it for no reason. He later tried to kill himself.”
“Holy shit.” Jun shook his head, “Even as a doctor, I sometimes don’t get it.”
You looked up at him, sighing before looking ahead. A nurse quickly jogged up to you, smiling formally.
“Ms. Y/L/N, I have that paperwork you requested for yesterday on the Peterson case.” she handed you the tan folder, filled with copies of paperwork on another patient of yours. Jun folded his arms and stared down at her, expecting a formality, however, he oddly received none.
“Thank you, Michelle. I badly needed these” You smiled, watching her nod before retreating back to her station. Looking up at Jun, you snickered. “What was that about?”
He shrugged, throwing an arm around your shoulders, completely abandoning business ethics. “I took her out last Saturday, forgot my wallet.” You smacked his arm off your shoulder all while laughing. Tears building in your eyes.
“You made the poor woman pay?” wiping your eyes, you sighed in humor. “That is too good”
“I am just pissy I didn’t get laid.”
“I am sure you are. Now if you don’t mind, I have a job to get to.” Raising his hands in surrender, he backed down a hall, smiling one last time before leaving to his own office. Unlocking your office door, you rubbed your face, wincing as you rub the sore spot on your forehead. Your office was neat and tidy...as it could be. The blinding, white walls often gave you a headache, a little potted plant sitting on your cherry oak desk, and several bookshelves littered the walls. It definitely looked like a psychiatrist’s office.
And in this silent office of yours, you couldn’t block out the tormenting sound of Mr. Xu’s laughter, and the sentence-
I am sure you are very familiar with it
