ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

~The one where she gives him a chance pt.2 (JJK)~

🌺 Dedicated to @ByunNari-ki for the suggestions! Thanks again
🌺 I know this part is long overdue, but I was looking back at some of my older pieces and decided to finish this one. It's been partly written and outlined for a while! I don't really write fanfiction like I used to so I'm not sure if I'll consider completing other continued parts in these excerpts. No promises, but you never know! Thanks for taking the time to read this💜

"Jungkook, what a pleasure to see you again! It's been a while, you had me worried," Dr. Fitzgerald greets enthusiastically. He eagerly invites his patient to come sit in his favorite spot on one of his loveseats. Jungkook smiles, though it doesn't feel as forced as it used to. He pulls his hands from his pockets—he only seems to remember he's doing his nervous habits whenever his therapist is around. He sinks into the lush cushions of the loveseat. It always made him sleepy when he used to have early morning appointments.

Jungkook's cheeks feel sore from how much he's smiling. He'd actually surprised himself all week, having been anticipating this visit. It's the first one he's having in a few weeks—work having gotten the best of him. Not to mention, he no longer has as much personal time to spare as he used to, all things considered.

"Well," he holds his hands out, offering him the floor to address the elephant in the room. It's obvious how much better Jungkook seems to be doing. His whole demeanor has changed; he's much more lively. Like his heart is nurtured and better looked after. "How've you been? I'm assuming things have gone well for you lately?"

Jungkook rubs his palms on his pants, bobbing his head as his smile seems to grow impossibly wider. He feels his therapist will be proud of how much he'd achieved. Not that Jungkook is actively seeking his approval, but Dr. Fitzgerald is one of very few people who know how much he's struggled.

"Yeah, things have been... they've been great. To say the least," he admits. He isn't sure where to start.

"How about you tell me how things have gone for you since our last visit?" He suggests, Jungkook nods. That's surely a good place. There's a lot of catching up to do.

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Jungkook stands at the curb, biting the inside of his cheek as he waits. He isn't very sure what he should be looking for—a car, a cab, maybe he'll spot her strolling on the street. The anticipation is killing him. There's still fifteen minutes before their appointment will start. He's trying not to let his worries get the best of him, purposely dismissing all his concerns. Maybe she forgot, or she woke up a little late, or maybe when he called her number and they agreed she decided she didn't want to waste her time in his presence—

He feels a gentle tap on his shoulder, turning and looking down to find her glowing face. He starts to smile, but is stricken by her natural beauty. Her face is bare save for the glimmering gloss dressing her plump lips. She's beaming up at him, a warm smile lighting up her face. "Hi, Jungkook. You look nice," she starts, gesturing to his outfit. He feels his heart accelerate when her pretty fingers gently tug on the hem of his shirt.

"Oh, this?" He blushes, it's only casual. Just a t-shirt and flannel with some old jeans he doesn't mind messing up. They'd be getting messy after all. She wears similar attire, her dark jeans hugging her figure in all the right places, not to mention her top. He'd hardly realized how busty she is before, and considering how much taller he is than her, he has to force himself not to look at the subtle—yet very noticeable —cleavage she had. He wonders if it's intentional, but decides not to dwell on it. "It's nothing, just something I found," he rubs his neck, forcing himself not to awkwardly laugh. He often does it when he's uncomfortable and it's a habit he's trying to break.