THE THERAPIST | VKOOK [C]

THIRTEEN

jungkook grumbled on his bed, still angry with himself.

why?

why did jeongguk have to?

to go see the therapist?

for fucks sake!

jeongguk had been showing up a lot.

he even woke up in his bed that morning.

why was he there?

the therapist had been in his arms, sleeping soundly when jungkook awoke.

he had thought it was one of jeongguk flings but the bafflement that embraced him when he saw kim taehyung in his arms.

in his fucking arms.

at that moment, jungkook felt something squeeze his chest.

the feel of his arms wrapped around the therapist didn't feel weird. if anything, it felt comforting.

jungkook shook his head at the thought.

his whole body had been in disagreement with what he was feeling.

he sighed, sitting up on the bed.

"not again." he mumbled, running his hand through his hair.

he picked up his phone, checking the time.

"five o'clock." he mumbled. dropping the phone on the bed beside himself.

he got up from the bed, his sock clad feet padding around the room.

"jimin." jungkook mumbled.

he was supposed t he thinking of jimin, but why did it feel like jimin was a thing of the past?

jimin was in his present. in his future.

"park tae- jimin. fuck!" jungkook yelled, pushing the items on the dresser to the ground, loud clattering sounding through the room as a few picture frames broke.

"it's jimin. no one else." he said, his body shaking as he sat on the ground, picking up a picture frame.

a picture that he and jimin took back in highschool.

now it looked like any other photo.

it used to be one of-

no. it was the best thing. it is the best thing.

Jungkook's body shook as he lay on the ground, bringing the picture close to his chest.

he just couldn't understand what was going on.

he loved jimin.

nothing was making sense anymore.

his hands shook as he cried, his breathing becoming labored.

"it's jimin." he mumbled.