AMM, monster crack : Hello boys ! I just want to ask you guys, something. In that house, do you feel more comfort than your own dimension ? Did you guys ever arguing 'like a friend' or have fun ? And have a good situation with Y/N ? Like small talk with her ? ( I really like your job, and I hope you can post more for Monster Exo, in that house. "Soory for the english, not my first languange")
“I’d feel more comfortable if (Y/n) were here,” Minseok grumbles, receiving nods from both Baekhyun and Jongin.
“I think we all feel that way,” Kyungsoo mumbles, the others either voicing or nodding their agreement.
“It’s also kind of hard to talk to someone when they’re not here,” Rin adds.
“Yeah, these guys are starting to get on my nerves again,” Sehun chimes in.
“I don’t think we ever stopped,” Yixing comments, causing Sehun to glare at him.
“For the most part, we get along fine, but sometimes I feel a second away from ripping a few throats out,” Chanyeol smiles slightly, more sinister than anything, as they all agree with him.
A/n: No worries, love, your English is fine! And aww, thank you, though this isn’t my job! It would be nice if it were though lol
➳ published: 19.08.18
➳ asylum!au || monster!au || power!au || genre: dark || violence || smut || angst || rated: m
➳ pairing: kim jongin x oc (alice)
➳ summary: In different life, Jongin would have lived a good life - a happy life but this isn’t the life he lives now. His mind has been corrupted, his body working against him and his life means nothing to those experimenting on him - except for her. The one shred of hope he clings to and the one person he can’t seem to push away.
➳ word count: 4.5k
➳ warnings: Mentions of mental illness, suicide, death of characters, blood play, torture, bdsm, psychotic behaviour, probably more as it progresses - NOT FOR SOFT HEARTED
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“Welcome to Astra Asylum, Mr. Kim.” Jongin looks up into the other man’s eyes with astonishment; it’s been seven long years since someone referred to him by a name that wasn’t Kai. “Yes, I know who you are.” He reaches out and wraps long fingers around the file that’s open in front of him, beginning to read the contents aloud. “Birth name: Kim Jongin, born on the 14th of January 2994; born into the locus clan and gifted with teleportation.” The man places the file back on the desk, sighing heavily. “It’s such a shame that a power as rare as yours was cast out onto the street and contained by,” he waves a pale hand at Jongin’s neck, “such primitive measures, especially after a horrible incident like the death of your family.”
“I didn’t do it!” Jongin slams his cuffed hands down on the hardwood, teeth clenched in anger and frustration. “I didn’t fucken do it, not that anyone bloody listens.” The man nods slowly, looking over the rim of his glasses at Jongin’s hostile appearance.
“Well, here at Astra Asylum, we are here to listen to everything no-one else will. Starting tomorrow, you will be placed in the care of a nurse and a doctor; the nurse is to be any and everything you need them to be while your doctor will take care of that cough of yours – amongst other things.” Jongin quirks an eyebrow but before he can ask any more questions, two tall male nurses arrive from the closed door behind him and lift him from the chair.
Jongin struggles at first, determined to break their hold as if he had any chance of escape but both men hold firm.
“Who are you?” Jongin calls as the nurse with the disinterested scowl on his face pulls harder on his bicep while the taller male with large ears and oddly coloured hair opens the door. “What is your name?” Jongin demands at least this question answered.
“Director Do Kyungsoo. We’ll be seeing each other soon, Jongin.” Kyungsoo’s chilling smile is the last thing Jongin sees from the neatly kept office before he’s dragged out into the foyer of the large establishment and towards the stairs.
As Jongin is taken to the second floor and led down a hallway filled with doors – he takes a good look at the men holding him by his biceps. The one who looks extremely bored, gives brief eye contact, his near obsidian eyes bore into Jongin’s soul before he huffs and looks away; his hair is black and styled handsomely out of his face – a strange style for a male nurse working with a bunch of nut jobs. His eyebrows are thick and dark, jaw line sharp and he’s cleanly shaven with pink lips sitting in a permanent scowl and Jongin wonders if he ever smiles.
They pause in front of a metal door with his name on it – almost as if he was expected.
“We got the call over an hour ago to set up a room for a ‘Kim Jongin’.” The deep voice speaks quietly from his right – the other nurse he’s yet to suss out. The man’s hair colour seems to change, depending on what angle you look at it; Jongin swore it was a pale pink but now it seems splattered with some baby blue, the shaggy bowl cut style gives him a youthful look with his ears sticking out from underneath but Jongin is sure he’s older by the way he holds himself. Tall, confident with a warm aura surrounding him – an older brother feel without mentioning any honorifics.
“Do I get a shower?” Jongin’s voice is deeper, slightly rough around the edges as it echoes down the quiet hall, his tone harsh from years of living on the streets and needing to adopt a hard demeanour. He indicates to the clean white linen on the bed then to the filthy clothes he’s wearing.
“There’s a bathroom, equipped with a shower adjacent to the room, over there,” the stoic nurse points with a long finger to the door on the left of the room. “If a shower is what you want, take one; anything else you can ask the nurse assigned to your grouchy ass tomorrow,” his tone matches his expression so perfectly, it begins to annoy Jongin. “Hope it isn’t me.” With a firm shove, Jongin stumbles into the room before the door is slammed shut and locked behind him.
Looking around the room provides no information as to what this institute is actually for; the room is completely bare except for a bed, bedside cabinet and two shelves on the wall to the right – white, bright and lifeless. The bathroom is nearly as bare; toilet paper, toothbrush with paste, two towels and body wash that smells so acrid, Jongin throws it in the stainless steel bin in the corner.
“I’d rather smell like the gutter than smell like that shit.” He knows he shouldn’t be picky about what he is given, a hot shower with proper pressure has been a luxury over the years but he still refuses to allow it anywhere near him.
➳ He’s running, he can smell smoke, the thick black smoke that clouds his vision, stings his eyes and invades his nostrils; his throat is raw as he continues to cough, only to have more smoke to invade his lungs as he tries to breathe.
➳ He can see them at the front door of his burning home; he can hear his name being called through the smoke over the roaring of the frames. He tries to get to them faster, get to his family before they disappear, they always disappear; he can feel the energy tingle in his bones, his muscles flexing to prepare for teleportation but then his head feels heavy, a green light blinds him and his feet freeze to the spot while the flames lick around him – burning everything around him, including his family.
“No!” Jongin bolts upright; sweat dripping down his brow, heart racing and his dark eyes frantically searches the unfamiliar room for any sign of disturbance – the room he now calls home.
Movement out of the corner of his eye causes him to jump out of his bed and assume a defensive stance; ready to fight if he needs to. The figure, hidden away from the only light of the room in the corner, doesn’t react with any other movement than their head bowing and the sound of pen scratching against paper begins to fill the silent room.
“Who are you?” Jongin growls, the head lifting to acknowledge they heard him. “What the fuck do you want?” They give no answer, only standing and straightening their uniform before taking a step forward into the light that constantly illuminates half the room on the wall by the entrance to his room.
It’s a woman, she stand at Jongin’s height with her black heels; her white uniform hugs her curves almost too snuggly while the skirt sits mid-thigh with nude diaphanous stockings to complete the outfit.
“All she needs is a nurse’s cap and she could be my dirty little fantasy.” Jongin thinks to himself and the woman tilts her head to the side slightly with the faintest of smirks ghosting her painted pink lips.
Jongin notices her eyes aren’t like those he’s seen around the streets of Astra – a bright ocean blue would stand out amongst the shades of brown and black he’s grown up with. Her face could blend in with a crowd if she so chose to but her eyes and gentle, natural smirk that rests upon her supple lips would bring attention from anywhere she went. Her dark blonde hair is pulled into a tight ponytail and Jongin is certain she’s not from Astra.
“Close,” her voice startles him, unexpectedly her voice isn’t sickly sweet like he assumed but it has a medium tone that seems to echo through the room despite her not speaking very loudly. “I’m just not what you’ve seen before.” Jongin’s eyes widen and he takes a step back, fear coursing through his body as he is certain she can hear his thoughts. “That’s correct,” she tilts her head to the side when another thought crosses his mind before vanishing, “yes I did hear the comment about the nurse’s cap; I shall remember for next time if it helps getting you to co-operate.”
“I’ve never heard of a house who has that kind of gift,” Jongin’s voice is shaky, he doesn’t like things he does not know and this person, her abilities are two things that he doesn’t know.
“My name is Alice,” she offers, hearing his worries. “Some houses were lost due to families becoming homeless,” Jongin winces at the word, he’s from one of those houses – the sole survivor of his family and now his house – the one who can teleport himself and others – is lost to the world. “Some children are born homeless but some,” she offers a sad smile, “are cast from their families for not fitting the houses they were born into.” Jongin’s eyebrows pull together in confusion, he remembers stories, myths about naughty children being sent far away because they disobeyed their parents – it was stories to frighten children into listening and behaving. “But that is a story for another day.”
“No,” Jongin growls, sitting down on his bed as if to get comfortable for story time; he’s not going anywhere until this woman tells him something to prove he can trust her. “You know everything about me, you can read my damn thoughts and yet you expect me to trust you when you can’t give me anything about yourself.”
“The file said you were stubborn,” she lifts a hand in his direction and Jongin feels a rush of power course through his body before he moves to the edge of the bed, standing up and facing Alice. “How about we get through the day first and,” she walks towards the door, Jongin following behind with a pissed off look on his face, “once we have settled, I’ll reveal something about myself.”
“You can control people too?” He immediately knows why she was cast from her family, she looks different, two gifts from two houses; this would have caused a scandal and brought shame to her house. He knows it’s not her fault but he can’t find it in himself to care about his thought process when he has no control over his body.
Monster.
Freak.
Words he heard for years now being spat in the direction of the woman walking in front of him. He smirks when her step falters a little, he notices her body shiver in reaction to those words and even though part of him hates himself for the things he hurls around in her mind in hopes she would hear it – most of him enjoys the way she reacts.
The walking and mental abuse goes on for a short while, they go up a flight of stairs before Alice stops them in front of a fancy white door with delicate gold markings and a gold brass handle. Jongin can hear gentle talking coming from the other side but neither make a move to enter; Alice stands still before the door with her back to Jongin while he looks around the hall.
There are five doors, each a different colour and at the end of the hall is a barred window showing the blue sky outside. Jongin can’t remember seeing the sky unbroken, the city life meant the horizon was filled with buildings all around but out here, there was nothing around the building.
Once the gentle talking stopped, Alice knocked to alert whoever was inside to their presence before opening the door and stepping in; the power that kept Jongin still disappeared and his toes wriggled in his worn shoes as Alice looked at him, expectedly.
“Aren’t you going to mind control me into the room?” He crosses his arms, refusing to move as Alice frowns.
“Alice, sweetie, did you force the young man here without telling him where he was going?” Alice bows her head, a small pout on her lips as she looks in the direction of the voice – hidden from Jongin’s view. “You can’t be mad that he’s being so stubborn, two way communication is key, remember?” It sounds like a father reprimanding his daughter and Jongin enters the room, purely out of curiosity; he jumps slightly when the door behind him shuts and locks without anyone touching it.
“I control whatever I want.” Alice hisses under her breath when he stands close enough to hear her. “I’m sorry, Dr Zhang,” she bows, Jongin leaning back slightly to check if her skirt rose up before he feels the same surge of power snap him back up straight. “I knew that you were busy this afternoon so didn’t want to cause him to wait. I was planning on getting him settled after his check-up.”
Check-up?
“Such a model nurse, always wanting to get the job started instead of dilly dallying like our youngest or fire cracker; how are they settling with their new jobs? Are you all coping well?” Alice takes a deep breath, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly before answering.
“Dr Zhang, we are not here to talk about how the new nurses and I are adjusting to our new homes,” she turns to Jongin, who is observing the interaction with many questions whirling around his head – something that is causing a headache for her. “This is about our new patient.”
“Yes, one who needs to be seen right away,” as soon as Dr Zhang says this, Jongin’s nose begins to bleed and Alice rushes to his side; with surprisingly little resistance, she walks him towards the hospital bed against the wall and Jongin sits on it.
“How-” He reaches up, touching the slight trail of blood that’s touching his upper lip.
“Dr Zhang is a healer but he’s also in tune with people’s bodies; when someone close by is injured, he can sense this and reacts accordingly.” Alice pinches the bridge of his strong nose while cleaning the blood – not speaking of the black spots in the crimson but looking over at the doctor with worry lacing her features. “Shall we begin?”
The doctor pulls on latex gloves and drags over a cart filled with all sorts of medical supplies before standing next to his nurse; Alice grabs a clipboard and begins to write quickly on the chart while Dr Zhang doesn’t say a word – her telepathy allowing the examination to pass without a word spoken to each other but disturbing, and irritating, Jongin immensely.
“What’s wrong with me?” He asks gruffly; the doctor offers nothing but a smile, a dimple forming in his cheek as he grabs the clipboard from Alice.
“You are quite ill, Mr Kim; underweight, malnourished with several unattended injuries. It will take a few weeks to get you back to top shape but we can deal with some of your injuries today as well as cuts and bruises.” Jongin is about to protest when Dr Zhang grabs his wrist, placing his thumb on the pulse on his wrist and closing his eyes. With astonishment, Jongin watches as the grazed knuckles on both hands begin to fade and he feels the ache in his waist fade to a dull throb – several places still hurt slightly but nothing compared to what they were. “I can only do so much today but like I stated, a few weeks and you’ll feel like a new man, as for your cough and blood nose; this will take further testing to find the cause but I assure you, you have nothing to worry about.”
Alice lays out a pen light, tongue depressor, an otoscope and thermometer on top of the cart before moving towards the computer at the desk and typing up some prescriptions for Jongin.
“Once I have finished my examination, Alice will begin your induction to the facility and you will get to freshen up, change into more suitable clothes and eat.” Dr Zhang watches as Jongin uncomfortably shifts on the bed, before placing his stethoscope in his ears. “Please turn and lift your shirt up,” Jongin freezes, fear about his back being touched racing through his mind and Alice subconsciously lifts her head to look at him.
“Yixing,” using his first name catches Dr Zhang by surprise and he raises an eyebrow at the young nurse, “maybe that can be checked at another time, you have an appointment with another patient shortly.” His brows knit in confusion but he knows she wouldn’t speak informally without good reason so trusting her judgement, he moves onto checking Jongin’s eyes instead.
Once the examination is complete, Dr Zhang, finally introducing himself as Zhang Yixing, explained a little about what his and Alice’s role were here at Astra Asylum. There are a few doctors, Director Do Kyungsoo is also a doctor as well as Dr Kim Junmyeon, Dr Kim Minseok and himself who deal with all patients here; each patient is assigned a nurse – the nurse is the constant who is the closest thing to a friend one can gain here. Jongin scoffs at this, not looking at Alice but wondering how they could ever become close when she refuses to tell him a thing; at this point he trusts Yixing more and that still isn’t a large amount.
He pretends not to hear her grumble in annoyance in the background.
He will interact with other patients and nurses and have free reign around the premises as long as their nurses is with them. Yixing also informs Jongin of never going to the fourth floor – being a secure floor for patients who are there for being dangers to themselves and other patients and are under lockdown 24/7; to Jongin, they are the crazy ones here but he doesn’t realise the real reason as to why.
He doesn’t quite grasp why he’s here, despite an unexplained illness that he thinks is being treated, Jongin doesn’t know why he’s in an asylum located in the middle of nowhere, far away from civilisation and even though he asks this question – the answer he receives is cryptic.
“You’re the last of your house; we wouldn’t want that gift to be corrupted.” Is all Yixing provides with the same warm smile that causes his dimple to appear and rushing Jongin and Alice out of his office, explaining he’s got to prepare for another patient and how he’ll see Jongin in a few days.
“When do I get to eat? I’m sure I won’t get any better if you continue to starve me.” Jongin’s remark begin to irk Alice but she doesn’t allow him to see her react, doesn’t allow him to know that she would give her own powers to not have to deal with him but instead she leads him to a room that is located down the hallway before the turn to his room on the second floor.
This place has so many rooms, so many hallways that Alice used to get lost when she first arrived but the rooms she’ll now frequent with Jongin have become easier for her to find when she began training as a nurse.
“You need to be cleaned up first,” she opens the door to a bathroom, a large tub sitting in the middle of the room with shelves filling one wall and a chair situated in front of a large mirror on another; the privacy windows allowing plenty of light to enter the room despite providing an obscure, blurry image of the outside world. “Please place your clothing in the bin over there while I prepare the bath.”
“Wait,” Alice can hear the panic in his thoughts but chooses to allow him to speak as to try calm his mind. “You are going to be washing me?” Alice only nods, pointing a finger at the bin and indicating for him to hurry.
“The longer you take, the longer it takes for you to eat. Don’t worry; you have nothing that interests me.” She turns the water on and adds some oils to the running water to help with Jongin’s aching muscles and hopefully make the grime easier to wash off – as per doctor’s orders.
What are you gay? The thought is loud, as if he is yelling at her and Alice wants nothing more than to snap her fingers and have him on her knees but she can almost hear Yixing reprimanding her for allowing her emotions to control her.
“No but it is forbidden for a nurse to become involved with a patient; plus you are arrogant and covered in filth, why would I find you attractive?” It’s Jongin’s turn to glare and as much as he wants to storm across the room and get aggressive, standing stark naked under her unwavering gaze causes him to feel less powerful and more vulnerable. “Get in the tub,” he hesitates at first, facial features not giving anything away but his mind bringing up the same fear about his back.
What about his back makes him so afraid? Alice wonders, ready to make him submit when he carefully moves towards her and gets in the hot water, sighing as the water warms his skin.
“I don’t want you touching or coming near my back, you can do anything else – just not that.” His voice is almost pleading, tugging at her mind and heart and she reluctantly agrees but that doesn’t stop her curiosity.
One day, she’ll find out why.
Yixing’s voice rang out in her mind while struggling to wash Jongin’s grimy hair; her connection with the doctor allowing him to reach her further than most minds. He reminds her that she is not to lose control around Jongin, knowing the young man’s arrogance and rough exterior will set her own temper to flare; she’s meant to be his calm in the storm and has to gain his trust if they are to prevent another tragedy from happening.
Alice wasn’t here when her colleague, Park Chanyeol’s sister got sick, went insane and caused an explosion that killed herself and several other patients and their nurses; that was three months ago, two months before Alice, Chanyeol and the younger nurse, Oh Sehun arrived at the facility after training as nurses in Astra.
Two years ago, according to public record, doctors discovered problems in the design of the collars and those who wore them and decided to research the affected in a secure location – the ‘Corrupted’ was what they were called and recently three cases have been found in the past month who have shown signs without progressing beyond flu-like symptoms and blood noses.
It was their jobs to make sure they got better – not worse.
“You know,” Jongin’s voice sounding incredibly close brings Alice out of her thoughts, “if you wanted to be touching me so much, you could just jump in with me.” Even though her hands were still only in his hair, her rough washing has turned to gentle massaging as her mind trailed of in a tangent but thanks to Jongin’s annoying words, Alice nearly drowns him before telling him to wash his back while she goes to prepare the hairdresser chair for him to have a haircut and shave.
Jongin feels like a new man, still slightly tender in a few areas of his body but after a decent soak, haircut and a shave; Jongin looks at himself in the mirror with new eyes. His skin is clear, the natural golden skin slightly darker from being in the sun for years but is no longer covered in dirt and blood, his hair doesn’t cover his eyes, the slightly wet, dark locks is currently pushed back off his forehead as he runs a hand through it to marvel at the feel with no knots stopping his fingers; the clothing he wears is a red and black cotton shirt and black ripped jeans paired with black sneakers – chosen from the shelves.
“You can choose other items tomorrow when we go to gather some things for you from the city,” Jongin notices how Alice’s eyes wander over him before turning her attention elsewhere. “You stated you were hungry and now we shall go and eat.”
The walk from the bathroom to the dining area is short, the room being the first door down the flight of stairs. Alice explains, as they wait in line, that the ground floor is for communal activities: dining area, recreation room, therapy sessions, if they so need them, and other various things all take place on the ground floor. The second floor is living areas, no-one other than nurses are allowed in patient’s rooms and even though they are free to roam the place – they are not allowed anywhere without their nurse, something Yixing pointed out and Jongin wonders why it’s so important.
“Precautionary action,” Alice states, giving Jongin a tray of food when they reach the front of the line and leading him to a table; she won’t admit to him but she’s surprised he’s been co-operative yet she’s glad she hasn’t had to use her powers on him again.
Third floor is the medical wing, twice a week, Jongin will be taken there to see Dr Zhang and have bloods taken – this causes Jongin to freeze mid-bite but soon his hunger outweighs his fear and he begins to devour his food like a starved wolf. The fourth floor is off limits – no-one is allowed up there unless granted permission by Director Kyungsoo and Alice can’t even give clear indication of what’s on that floor other than dangerous patients. Jongin isn’t satisfied completely with the answer given by both Alice and Dr Zhang but knows it’s all he’s going to get.
She can’t without revealing the truth about this place.
“Did Daddy tell you off for being so rude to me earlier?” Jongin speaks between mouthfuls and Alice slowly chews her food while watching him inhale his. “Is that why you’re being more forthcoming with information?” Alice shrugs, the answer more ambiguous than he likes to think.
“In order for this to work, we need to trust each other; you have obvious trust issues and so providing information will help you trust me.” Jongin raises an eyebrow, surprised at her blasé response. “Also, he’s not my father.”
“Then who is?” Jongin pries, hoping to learn something about his nurse outside of the information provided about this place.
“Eat first; I will answer three questions when we are back in your room.” She returns to her own food while Jongin eyes her suspiciously. How can he trust her when she’s closed off about herself; how can he even begin to believe she’s a friend and not his enemy if she keeps as many walls around her as he does with himself.
Ignoring the thoughts hurdling around his mind, Alice continues to eat, hoping the satisfaction from the food will cause his thoughts to stop. Alice knows that this is her job, she spent years training for this, training to be a nurse to a sick gifted patient but a few hours with Jongin has shown her that this isn’t going to be easy; he’s definitely going to make her work cut out for her.
