The Mental Health Hospital contrasted greatly to what Jimin had anticipated; he expected to see people attired in straitjackets and guards covering each square metre of the corridors, but instead, it seemed to be just like the average hospital, it even had a gym.

Similarly to the regular hospital, there were restricted times for visits. Also, the hospital was located in the outskirts of the town which both Lina and Jimin lived in, meaning it was difficult for her to arrange visits which cooperated with the visiting times, her mom's schedule and the bus timetable. But, somehow, she managed.

She even started visiting Jimin alongside his friend whom she met in the hospital, Seokjin. At first she was wary of the hyperactive boy but after spending a considerable length of time with him, she learned she had misjudged him and he was actually a rather compassionate character.

"Hello, Lina," the receptionist named Cindy, who had grown used to the sight of the younger girl, smiled and handed her the sign-in clipboard. "How are you today?"

"I'm doing great, actually. How is Jimin?" Lina asked as she signed the paper.

"I haven't heard much but I saw him talking to the new boy this morning. His name is Namjoon."

"Kim Namjoon?" She enquired and looked up.

"Yes, how did you know?" Cindy frowned.

"He attends the same therapy class as Jimin and I." Lina informed her and Cindy's mouth formed an 'o' shape as she nodded understandingly.

"Oh I see, you might be able to talk to him if he's awake."

"I'll keep an eye out for him," Lina smiled. "I'll see you soon."

"Bye." Cindy waved and continued her work.

Jimin was in his usual spot inside the lounging area, sat leaned into an oversized red, fluffy chair with a playstation controller in his hands. He immediately paused his game when he saw Lina out of the corner of his eyes and rushed towards her. He hugged her gently so the sensitive scars on his arms wouldn't ache and rested his chin onto the top of her head.

"I missed you." He told her and Lina giggled.

"I visited yesterday."

Jimin shrugged, "I still missed you."

"I heard Namjoon is here," Lina said once they sat down. "Is he alright?"

"His bipolar disorder seemed to somehow worsen so he admitted himself here. He's not too bad, though."

"What have you been doing?" Lina asked him curiously and leaned forward.

"I've been drawing," Jimin admitted before a wide smile broke across his face. "Do you want to see?"

"Of course I do." Lina told him, eager to see considering she'd never seen any of his art.

"Evan, we're going to the art room." Jimin informed one of the staff whose job was to wander the corridors to ensure everyone is okay.

"That's fine." He smiled.

Jimin held Lina's hand without even thinking about it as they ventured through the corridors. They weren't a couple but it sure did feel like they were.

"Here it is," Jimin smiled and pushed open a heavy door. Inside, there was a variety of paintings and drawings scattered on shelves and cabinets. Lina took a particular notice on a canvas filled with nothing but angry scribbles in a red crayon. "That isn't mine, trust me." Jimin chuckled and moved towards a particular scrapbook which he picked up and placed onto the large table.

He flicked through the pages until he found what he was searching for. Maybe if the medicine racing through his system, which boosted his mood, was not there, he wouldn't have shown Lina what was so precious to him, but he did, and Lina was amazed at what he'd created.

Drawn perfectly on the large paper was an accurate portrait of an auburn haired, short girl with freckles and three piercings in each of her ears; Angelina.

"Do you like it?" Jimin asked after Lina examined it with surprised eyes for at least two solid minutes.

"I absolutely love it," she turned to him, "thank you, Jimin."

"It was my pleasure. Remember, I did promise you that I would show you my drawings one day."