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As Yoongi departed from the occasional noise and was dragged back to his room in the straightjacket, he was immediately thrown into the padded room after his straightjacket came off.

The men looked at him, fear in their eyes as they ran out, shutting the door behind them, fearing cannibalism.

Yoongi sauntered his way to the bed, plopping himself onto it. He groaned in annoyance when the springs creaked.

They let me take a shower.

He smiled to himself, but his expression immediately changed to a neutral one.

Only crazy people smile to themselves.

I'm not crazy.

Everyone was getting into his head.

Soon enough, Yoongi started proving his sanity to himself.

If silence defines insanity, then does it mean that this room is insane? 

I'm a ball of silence, surrounded by silence.

I'm a ball of insanity, surrounded by insanity.

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