What Happened to You?

11

April 19, 2019

"I have a therapist for you, Jimin-"

"No. Sir, I'm very sorry to disappoint, but I can convince you I now have my situation under control. I don't know why I freaked out the other night, it wasn't a big deal at the set the other day. I'm off the medications still, and everything's under control. I'm not fragile or scared of a back-hug anymore." Jimin told his manager, respectively.

"I understand that. I'm very proud and happy you've figured things out. But Jimin, your group is very big now. Around debut, you got two hours of sleep for a seventeen hour day, full of physical exercise and overwhelming grammar. I can't have you missing any more hours of sleep, you need sleep. Lots of it. Your therapist is here 24/7, and he will come to you so you don't have to worry about being late." Bang-PD explained to Jimin.

"You wanna give me a male therapist?" Jimin asked with a raised eyebrow. "And he's gonna come into my studio randomly? Don't you think that would make whatever problems you think I have worse?" He questioned. "I'm sorry- Jimin it's important. I know you don't want to talk about it, but all of your doctor's are telling you to do it. They know, Jimin. You keep getting new doctor's, because each one of them tells you the possible perminent solution, and you turn them down every time." Bang-PD sighed. "I'm not talking about it, especially to a male therapist." Jimin leaned back on his chair. "If I get a female therapist, will you talk to them?" Bang-PD tried to compromise with the musician, desperately wanting to see Jimin better.

Not just for the money.

"No."