Side effects include...

Somethings wrong with this mirror

TW: Mentions of throwing up and Dissociation.

He stared into the mirror. Was this really him? He lightly touched his hair. This didn't look like him. The reflection rested its cheek against Its palm. Or maybe, that was His face against his palm? He brought it down, Staring at the lines. He looked back up, Locking eyes with the reflection. The boy on the other side of the glass Stared at him, Judging him, Its cheekbones tightening, The eyes sinking into the skull.

The sink water was running. He could feel the cold water running over his fingers. He broke eye contact with the Monster in the mirror and turned the water off.

Walking into his room, he found a small teddy bear sitting on his sheets. His parents must have dropped it off. As if they thought this mess of fabric and stuffing could make up for their neglect. He picked it up, choking the stuffie, Hoping that it would disappear in his tight grip. He dropped it in his bedside Garbage bin. He let a laugh escape his mouth, and before he knew it, his body was shaking as laugh after laugh filled the room.

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"I feel bad for the kid. Like, all of these kids are suffering but it's been affecting him differently." The secretary told a Nurse she was talking to.

"Jeongin?" The secretary nodded. "The doctor tried putting him on antidepressants but I think he's been throwing it all up."

"That poor kid..." The nurse nodded in agreement.

"Afternoon ladies." TaeJoon walked into the break room. "Have you guys had lunch?"

"We just ate." The nurse stated, side-eyeing him. He nodded in response and went to grab his lunch from the fridge.

"You were talking about Jeongin right?"

"Yes... I was telling Nurse Choi how I feel bad for him." The secretary told him.

"Oh yeah. I've noticed. He's very withdrawn."

"I wish he could have some friends or family to help him." She nodded sadly.

"Yeah... I bet friends would help him a great deal.."

"Well, we have to get back to work. Enjoy your lunch TaeJoon." Nurse Choi said shortly. TaeJoon waved as she ushered her secretary friend out the door. Distracted with his idea, TaeJoon put his lunch back in the fridge and walked off to Jisungs room. Opening the door, he found Han scribbling a new note in the notebook. Hearing him come in, the boy looked up and smiled.

"Hey! I just finished my note!" He closed the notebook.

"I'll deliver it." TaeJoon smiled. "How would you three like to add a fourth boy?"

"What room is he in?" Han Wondered. Perhaps it was the boy he looked up to, The producer... Maybe it was the small blonde boy with the Australian accent.

"Room 8. His name is Jeongin." The nurse grabbed the Vitals cart from the corner of the room.

"The 18 year old?" The last time he'd seen the kid was the day he met chan. TaeJoon nodded as he wrapped a blood pressure cuff around The patient's Bicep. "I'm okay with that!"

"Awesome. I'll take the notebook to him and explain." Han nodded happily.

"Oh wait! Let me fix my note then!" Jisung hurriedly opened the notebook and scribbled down a greeting. When he was done he handed the book to his nurse. TaeJoon ruffled his hair and walked out of the room.

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"Hello! Are you awake Mr.Yang?" Jeongin didn't move. He stared at the wall, watching the plain paint twist and swirl. "Mr.Yang?" He closed his eyes. The swirling made him dizzy. He clutched the bedsheet in his hand.

"I guess you're asleep. I'll just leave it here. I think Han has an explanation somewhere in there." He heard whoever the stranger was, place something on his bedside table. And then the door slid open, and closed. The boy sighed and slowly sat up. He stared at the notebook with heavy lidded eyes. He picked it up with weak fingers and opened it, scanning the pages full of different, but recurring handwriting. He got to the last page with writing on it.

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chan, We all know you're an athlete no

Need to rub it in. Plus I'd rather watch dramas

Anyway..

-Hannie

P.S. Hi Jeongin! This is our Travelling notebook!

(It's a working name.)

We'd love for you to join us!

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Jeongin stared at it, His head tilted in curiosity. He reached over and grabbed a pen that he had lying on the nightstand. He wrote a reply and walked over to his door, the notebook clutched to his chest. He opened his door a couple inches and placed the book in the hallway, before disappearing into his room again. TaeJoon smiled as he saw the hand push the book into the hallway. He picked it up and walked off to Bang Chan's room.

The Australian opened the book to New handwriting. He smiled at the 3 words written underneath Han's note.

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Hello.

-Yang Jeongin