All his life, Hyungwon was bullied in school. He was called ugly, fat, weird, gay, every possible insult you could think of. He was completely and utterly broken. He saw no point in life, and he didn't want to continue living it. Every day was another day of suffering and pain. Hyungwon cuts himself to relieve himself of the pain, but even then, he still hurts. Hyungwons parents aren't aware of his condition, they have neglected him since he could feed and provide for himself.

That's how Hyungwon ended up sitting in a small, plain room, ready to be questioned. A fairly tall, round eggish man walked into the room and closed the door gently behind him. 

"Dr Phil, nice to meet you Hyangwang" Dr Phil smiled politely at hyungwon, showing his bright straight teeth.

"It's hyungwon" he muttered in response.

"Oh I'm sorry hyungwon...how are you feeling?"

Hyungwon stayed quiet, avoiding all eye contact. Dr Phil sighed and placed his paperwork down on the desk, sitting down on the chair across from hyungwon. "I understand you aren't very happy to be here, but you have to try to communicate with me. I can't help you if you don't let me." Dr Phil stretched his hand out and placed it gently on Hyungwons. Hyungwon abruptly looked up from his lap and flinched at the sudden contact. He quickly moved his hand away. "I don't want nor do I need your help." Hyungwon stood up. He made his way to the door, it was locked. "Hyungwon...you can't leave until your appointment is over" dr Phil raised his arm, signaling for Hyungwon to come back. Hyungwon trotted over back to his seat and slummed down on his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Tell me how you have been lately, son." Dr Phil looked into hyungwons eyes, his green-blue orbs piercing through hyungwons dark, lifeless eyes. Hyungwon looked down again. "Hyungwon..." dr Phil cooed. Hyungwon lifted his head up and stared at dr Phil, but he wasn't really staring at him, he was looking straight through him. This concerned Dr Phil. "How am I supposed to explain that I hate my life and everything in it? How do I simply tell you that I feel no emotions, that I'm dead inside? How do I say that I want to die without looking like a freak?" Hyungwon spoke, harshly. dr Phil began, "I get it hyungwon-" he was cut off. "No you don't get it, you never will and you never have. Nobody understands me and nobody wants to understand me or even try to. You live a perfect life don't you? You have a family that cares about you and you have all the money you could ever ask for." He paused. "Tell me, how does it feel to live off of the thoughts of crazy people? You make money by making us tell you how we feel, you give us some bull about trying to better ourselves, give us a drug prescription, and send us on our way." Dr Phil was in shock, hyungwon was right. "You don't even care to see where we end up, we could kill ourselves the second we walk out of your room, and you wouldn't give a . Because your job is done, isn't it? Your job isn't done until us freaks are sane again." Hyungwon took a deep breath, "listen, I just want to leave and frankly, this is a waste of my time." Dr Phil stood up and slammed his hands on the table, scaring hyungwon, "why does a suicidal kid even care about their time being wasted? Isn't your time being alive a waste already?" Dr Phil yelled back at Hyungwon. Hyungwon stayed silent. "Let me help you. I have the ability to do that. So you just stay quiet until I ask you to speak, got it?" Hyungwon nodded, suddenly feeling attracted to such dominance. Dr Phil got close to his face, feeling the tension in the air. "So tell me now Hyungwon, how.are.you.feeling?" He moved his face closer to hyungwon, being centimeters apart. "Safe..." Hyungwons words melted into dr phils lips as he was engulfed in a hard, passionate kiss. Dr phils lips moved in harmony with Hyungwons. He hyungwons bottom lip passionately. Hyungwon was surprised, but he felt good. For once, he felt an emotion: Lust. Their tongues swirled around, taking no breaks. Hyungwon reached his hand around the back of dr phils head, caressing his bald skin and deepening their kiss. Dr Phil let out a slight moan, turning Hyungwon on immediately. He was ready to take things a step further. Hyungwon softly pushed Dr Phils chest away from his own, looking into his eyes, asking for permission to go further. Dr phils eyes darkened and he growled, pushing Hyungwon onto the table. His hands roamed all over hyungwons frail body as he kissed down his neck, making hyungwon tremble. Dr Phil trailed his hand over hyungwons crotch briefly, making Hyungwon wince. His grew to its max, to the point in which it hurt. Dr Phil took notice in this, he desperately slid the pants down hyungwons long and slender legs. His hands slowly caressed hyungwons smooth thighs, gradually going further towards his bulge. Dr Phil brought his hand to hyungwons package, it through the fabric of his underwear. Hyungwon bucked his hips forward uncontrollably, wanting more. Dr Phil held Hyungwon down, "tsk tsk tsk" dr Phil flicked at hyungwons . "Patience is the first step to recovering from whatever it is you're going through right now baby" Dr Phil placed a gentle kiss on hyungwons .  Hyungwon moaned. "P-please" he whimpered. "Beg for it" Dr Phil whispered in Hyungwons ear, his voice rasping. "Please daddy" hyungwon screamed out in pleasure as Dr phils mouth was already suddenly on Hyungwons . The warm wet feeling of the inside of Dr Phils mouth drove Hyungwon crazy. His length throbbed, pre- dropped down his shaft, into Dr Phils mouth. Dr Phil bobbed his head rhythmically on Hyungwons , grasping onto the base of it. Hyungwons member twitched and flooded dr phils mouth with , to which he happy swallowed. Hyungwon was gasping for air, it was the most amazing thing he's ever felt. Dr Phil got up from his knees and grabbed onto Hyungwons shirt, lifting him up slightly. "Bend over" he demanded. Hyungwons eyes widened, he wasn't expecting for this to happen. Honestly, he didn't want it to go this far. "Actually...I think I'll go now. My appointment is over" Hyungwon whispered, feeling ashamed of what just happened. "The fun just started cutie" Dr Phil pinned hyungwon against the wall, his sticking out. "No please. Please stop it" Hyungwon choked out, tears streaming down his face. Dr Phil grunted as he pierced through Hyugwons tight, hole. Hyungwon screamed in pain. "PLEASE LET GO OF ME, PLEASE STOP IT I DONT WANT THIS" Hyungwon screamed out, his face wet from tears. He tried to move but he was pinned, he was stuck. Moment later, Hyungwon passed out from the intense pain. He woke up an hour later in a moving vehicle. Everything sounded blurred to him, it took a moment for his hearing to adjust. "Yeah, Dr Phil said he's a serious case, it's not safe for him to NOT be in an asylum" Hyungwon flung his body up. Asylum? He was and now he's being sent an asylum? Hyungwon cleared his voice, letting the drivers know he was conscious. "Rise and shine Hyungwon, boy have we got a surprise for you." The man in the passenger seat chuckled. For some reason, these dudes have always been douches. "No please, you don't understand. I shouldn't be here" hyungwon attempted to move to the front of the van, but failed. He was strapped to the seat. He struggled to move, so he gave up. "Dr Phil me, please, I'm begging you get me out of here." The nurse guys roared in laughter. "This kid is hilarious! Dr Phil was right, he is delusional!" The one in the passenger seat slapped his knee and was practically crying of laughter. Hyungwon wore a blank expression on his face. This is it. Nobody believed him. He was being sent to an asylum because they refused to take him seriously. Sure hyungwon was depressed and suicidal, but he wasn't insane. Or at least not insane to the standards of being put in an asylum. He let himself fall asleep again, too shocked to want to think about his situation at the moment. Minutes later, they arrived at the destination. Hyungwon was grabbed harshly and thrown out of the van. The men helped him up and they walked into the dark, old and scary building. Hyungwon was manhandled, he was shoved picked up, poked with needles, he was basically a science experiment. Finally it all stopped, but in reality, this was just the beginning. Hyungwon was placed in a cell. He slowly walked in and took in the sight of another boy around his age, sitting on the edge of his bed, looking down at his lap. Hyungwon sat on the other bed and began to cry, the tears streamed down his face, sending rivers onto his shirt. The other boy looked up from his lap and stared a hyungwon. He got up and approached him. "What happened to you?" The boy, who's blonde, blue-tipped hair, draped over his eyes, asked. Hyungwon looked up, his eyes red and puffy, "it's a long story."