Camp of the doomed

Chapter 2

-So what is this camp fire anyway?

Asked Taehyung as they made their way to the middle of the camp, where this thing was going to take place.

-It's a weakly thing, so it can look like they actually take care of us and all that s**t.

Answered Namjoon who was holding Jungkook's hand, or Kookie's, since Jungkook never came out ever since that morning.

-They don't? Then why do people send their children here?

Hoseok chuckled before putting his hand on Taehyung's back.

-Because we don't need to take our pills here. And there are people like us. Of course, there are people like Namjoon who need their pills either way.

-Speaking of pills, have you seen Jin? He took RapMon out to buy him a collar and I really can't do this fire thing without him.

Taehyung looked confused for a second, but then he remembered Namjoon's disorder, and usually people who get panic attacks have a dog to help them.

-Here, sit down Taehyung.

The boy didn't even know when he ended up in front of the camp fire, between so many people. He looked around, but there were no familiar faces besides Hoseok, Namjoon and Jungkook. He let a sigh escape from his mouth. He hated new places.

Jump in the fire, Taehyung.

That new voice again. He hated that voice. It reminded him of memories he wanted to forget.

You're nothing without us, Taehyung! Stop taking the pills! Everyone thinks you're crazy with or without the pills!

-Not them...

Taehyung mumbled, looking around at the people who were chatting about random things.

Come on, you're crazy. Why do you even expect to live anymore, hm?

-Shut up!

-Tae?

Taehyung turned to his right, making eye contact with Jungkook. Or Kookie. He wasn't sure who he was talking to right now.

-Yes, Jungkook?

-Kookie!

He gave the boy a weak smile before letting his head fall on his shoulder.

-Who should shut up?

-No one, Kookie.

They both fell silent. Hoseok and Namjoon disappeared somewhere when Taehyung sad down on the grass, leaving him with the doe eyed boy.

-Hello my little butterflies!

The boy opened his eyes, looking for the person who just yelled those words. Jungkook was getting exited for whatever reason, and Taehyung couldn't help but smile a little.

-I am Mrs. Park. Most of you know me already, but I see we have some new faces around here. Let's see.

The woman took a second to look at the piece of paper in her hand, her face going pale for a second before the unusual big smile made it's way back on her face.

-Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi and Kim MiJae! Come here you three, would you!

Taehyung groaned before sitting up, making his way to the woman by the camp fire. By him were now a heavy tattooed guy and a beautiful girl.

-Say a few words about yourself please, so the whole camp can know you.

The blonde guy gave a quiet sarcastic laugh before adjusting the black cap on his head.

-I'm Min Yoongi and I have disruptive mood dysregulation disorder. Basically I get angry out of nowhere, so stay out of my way.

The entire camp got quiet. Sure, he looked tough with his hands and neck full of tattoos, but no one expected that. Taehyung made a mental note to never cross paths with Min Yoongi.

Mrs. Park made eye contact with Taehyung, this being a sign for him to start talking. It was obvious she wasn't going to ask Yoongi to say more about him, she wasn't sure if he was taking anything for his disorder not.

-My name is Kin Taehyung and I have schizophrenia. Yes, I take pills for it, so don't worry.

Someone clapped,and when Taehyung looked around, he realized it was Jungkook, that made him smile a little.

Mrs. Park shook her head, clearly expecting more from Taehyung. She motioned for the girl to talk, but she clearly wasn't having it.

-I'm Kim MiJae and I don't see the point in this. Why make us introduce ourselves if their not gonna even try to interact with us?

-Miss Kim, please, stop with the attitude.

MiJae scoffed, rolling her eyes at the older woman who was now in front of her.

-Please, like they care about all this s**t. What do you wanna hear? That I got mutated congenital insensitivity to pain? No, I don't take pills for it, there's no cure. Is that enough for you, Mrs. Park?

-Yes, Miss Kim. Now if anyone got questions for these three.

Hi, Taehyung! Long time no talk!

Taehyung closed his eyes, trying to make the voice go away. Another voice. But he took his pills today. Maybe he needed something stronger. He had to contact Mr. Lee after all this.

-Yes, Jaebum?

-I have a question for Min Yoongi. What caused it?

Yoongi rolled his eyes before giving the boy a glare. It was as clear as day he hated this question.

-Childhood trauma.

A simple answer for such a complicated boy. Taehyung couldn't believe it.

-Did you ever forgot to take your pills and got batshit crazy, Kim Taehyung?

Remember that sweet time, Taehyung? The icky feeling of the gun. Felt good, didn't it?

Taehyung's eyes widened, flashes of that memory he tried so hard to forget everyday making it's way to his mind.

-Once, when I was fourteen. I'd rather not get into details.

He answered, not looking at the person who asked before storming off to his room. He had to take the pills.

-I'll take one question. Only one. No personal ones.

Said MiJae, not giving any attention to the boy who just left, but rather to the people around her.

-You, with the bunny. Spit it.

-I know what congenital insensitivity to pain is, but I never heard about mutated congenital insensitivity to pain. What is that?

-Good question, bunny guy. When you have CIP, you can't feel any kind of physical pain, but for whatever reason this suffered a mutation before I was born, making me unable to feel physical pain as well as emotional pain, grief, guilt, things that revolve around this feeling. If I stab you right now, I feel nothing. I am unable to do so, however, I can feel happiness, rage, anger, I can get nervous and shy. There is no cure to it. Thank you for coming to my TED talk, good night s**t heads!

MiJae left too, followed by Yoongi. Mrs. Park knew that moment, these two months were gonna be hell for her.