𝙋𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙩 🥼

Apology

"Mr. Park and Mr... Min?" I asked in surprised unsure about this unexpected guest.

"I don't think we can talk right now. I have a-" I was interrupted by my assistant opening the door.

"Dr. Kim they're the one that made the reservation,"  she introduced.

"Mr. Min, we only have sessions on friday, what are you doing here?" I asked as I sat down on the couch in front of them, feeling a different vibe around them.

"Yoongi?" Mr. Park asked as he quickly stood up and went out of the door, shutting the door silently after him.

A suffocating uncomfortable silence surround us after Yoongi left the room, leaving the two adults discuss their problem.

"Amy, I've thought about it. I'm sorry about my reckless attitude yesterday. I'm just worried about you. You see, Taehyung's and Yoongi's friend, is Jimin, which is my son. He was an idol trainee. He was a pizza delivery in the morning and training at night. He goes on a diet after feeling insecure about his body. He eats once a day, drinking energy drinks and eat sleeping pills. He was working hard. Too hard, that his body couldn't take it. He overdosed from sleeping pills and got into a motor accident. We we're poor back then and he was only helping his grandma earn money while his grandma sells mochi. After a tiring day, he would go to the dance studio and practice until he pass out. Taehyung found him sleeping in the cold dance studio one time with bruises. He thought he was abused so he brought him to his dorm. Turns out after getting hurt in the motor accident, he didn't go to the hospital because he thought it would cost money." he paused for a moment remembering the horrible memory.

"We were in Busan so we couldn't take care of him, we work there. I moved here when he successfully made it, until one day he met Yoongi, Yoongi is a part timer just like him but his parents doesn't support him. He produce beautiful melodies that was thrown by his parents. After that incident he was thinking of ending his life, when Jimin was suffering from death threats and harsh comments he was thinking of the same thing but Yoongi got there first. Not wanting to regret not saving him, Jimin pulled Yoongi down before he could jump and the two just knew they were brother's forever. You're a psychologist who helps people like them but you wont be able to help others if you're suffering by yourself. You need help too. You're the person that listen to people's burden, but who listen to yours?You said you want to be an architect since you were young. Jimin wants to become a dancer since he was young too but since he were in short of money he went to do different types of jobs. He said he can do it, he said he enjoy it. He didn't even answer my calls when he receive the threats. He didn't told me about the suicide attempt either. I just recently found out about it. You know your ability, but you don't know your limits. Attend once every week in my class but once I find eyebags under your eyes, I wont let you in the class nor let you in my lessons ever again." He ended his deal looking down.

"I promise I wont be like your son, I promise I wont go to your class with eyebags under my eyes. Thank you so much for believing in me!" I unconsciously went to hug him feeling thankful for this deal. I've never felt a warm father-like hug as he hug me back reminding him of his child.

"You know, I've never felt this father hug before, since I was 7." I whispered.

"You can be my daughter." he chuckled softly.

"Stop eavesdropping Yoongi and come in." Mr. Park shouted like he's one of his son.

"I wasn't eavesdropping." he came in shuffling his hair.

"Oh really cuz I can see your shoes under the door make a shadow." he slyly reasoned him.

"I brought him here because I might have ruined your session yesterday." Mr. Park smiled.

"Taehyung wants to come as well but he's meeting an important client. I will leave you two alone because I have a class in a few minutes." Mr. Park waved his hand and left the room leaving Yoongi standing unconsciously.

"I guess all friends eavesdrop. Come and have a seat." I smiled brightly.

"I guess you know it all now," he sat on the couch shuffling his hair again.

"A little." I went to make coffee for the both of us in the corner of my desk.

"How much's the coffee maker?" he asked surprised by his first approach.

"Its my mom's coffee maker. I'm not sure about the price since it's quite old. Probably 1 million won at least," I smiled bringing the coffee to the small table.

"Americano?" I asked after making two different drinks.

"Yeah sure," he replied sounding like a whisper.

"Sugar?" I asked unbothered, while he look quite a detective scanning me.

"Uh no." he shook his hand in the air.

"Bitter." you crunched your nose at the smell of the coffee, " You shouldn't drink coffee too often it can be bad for your health."

"I cannot believe you owe a coffee maker but not like coffee." he sighed.