Y/n is a pediatrician who happens to meet Kim Namjoon of BTS. She struggles with anxiety, eating disorder, PTSD, depression, and self h@rm. Namjoon helps her become more confident as they fall for each other.
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Y/n's POV I just got home from work and plopped onto my couch. I was so upset with those parents. They don't even deserve to be called parents. It wasn't fair to that girl. After a few minutes of sobbing, I heard a knock at my door. I quickly tried to hide the fact that I was crying. I walked over to my door and opened it. It was Namjoon. I try to hide the smile that my lips threatened to form. Unfortunately he left quickly. I was confused and slightly sad.
After he left, I went to my room. I bathed and changed into my pajamas. I get really hot when I sleep, so I opted for less coverage pajamas.
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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ If you deal with eating disorders, depression, self h@rm, anxiety, PTSD, etc. skip the flowers if you don't feel comfortable.
I look at my thighs that were visible due to my shorts. The mistakes I made were staring at me. It was like a spotlight was on them. I always tried to hide them. That's why I didn't cut my wrists. I knew I would be a pediatrician, and I didn't want to explain it to innocent children. My thighs were easier to hide from them with long dresses and pants.
I also saw how fat my stomach was. I hadn't really eaten anything, but that hot chocolate filled me up. Medically I know that it is just bloating, but when I look down it feels like I weigh 200 lbs. I've battled all of this since I was a teen. I was abused by my father. I've seen many therapists, and I've been admitted to the psych ward a few times too. I had to watch my siblings as the oldest kid, so I lost my childhood experiences. I cope by acting childish sometimes (not little space).
I think back to those parents. I started to have a flashback of my father abusing me. I went to my old best friend. I hadn't cut in about a week but that was about to change. I tried to breathe and use coping mechanisms, but they didn't work. Before I did anything, my door bell rang. I looked through my peep hole and no one was there. I opened my door and saw a bouquet of flowers
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There was a note attached to it
I hope this brightens your day ~Joon
I felt so special. I pulled a vase down from a cabinet and put them in water. They were absolutely beautiful. I found myself unconditionally smiling. I went back to my room, took my medications, and got into bed. I sleep with my Koya stuffy. Having attachment issues, stuffies help me sleep. I turned on some calming music and think back to the flowers. 'I think I'm falling for him' thought to myself as I slowly fell asleep.
