Dernière Danse [Jikook]

67

Lovely - Billie Eilish and Khalid

*Negative Sexual Trigger Mention*

"Why do you think you're fighting for this?"

Jimin chews the inside of his gums, eyes shifting awkwardly to the floor before looking back to his therapist, shrugging, "I uh.... Can you clarify the question for me?"

Dr. Kang studies Jimin carefully, clasping his fingers together, "With this stand about skating and wanting to be equal. This is a problem that you have stated that it's something that just exploded after Taehyung and Minho came out as a pair, so why do you believe you're fighting for this too?"

This left Jimin a little speechless, furrowing his eyebrows, "Why the fuck do you think? It's shitty to think that just because they're gay that they have to be expelled from the program, especially if they're good skaters."

"Yes, indeed they are," Dr. Kang agrees, "Do you think you're personally connecting this issue to any of your experiences?"

Jimin in a heartbeat shakes his head, "No."

"Then why is this so important to you?"

"Because - Shit, I'm gay, alright!" Jimin in frustration huffs, crossing his arms over his chest, "Seeing this stigma for years piling over is fucking frustrating! I want to be able to do whatever the fuck I want without having to worry about someone suspecting I'm getting dick down my throat-"

"Have you been taking your medication?"

Jimin didn't respond back to that abrupt question instantly, shuffling his hands from his chest to his lap before moving it to the arm rest of the chair, rolling his eyes, "What does that have to do with anything-"

"You haven't, your behavior has changed drastically since our last session," Dr. Kang notes, remaining calm despite the fact that he know raised Jimin's anxiety, "Why haven't you been taking your medication."

Annoyedly Jimin scowls, "Because I get fucking depressed whenever I take them. Now that I'm not skating or doing ballet, because of all this shit, being in my apartment eats me alive. Helps that I'm not interacting with people, didn't think it would be important to take them."

Dr. Kang only continues to write in his notes before he suddenly pauses, staring at it for a moment before he ended up closing the booklet and sets it aside. He looks at Jimin now with a different shift of his gaze, putting his glasses down on the desk with a frown.

"How's things with your vision?"

Jimin shifts uncomfortably to the change in topic, grimacing, "Progressive."

"Can you see me?"

Slowly the dancer rises his gaze to where Dr. Kang's desk usually is, feeling a suffocating tension on his throat to the blur to where he once was able to see his therapist properly.

His silence said it all, and Dr. Kang only sits up, "How long since you've began to lose sight of your long distance?"

Jimin's lips tighten against each other, letting his gaze flutter back to his hands, "Couple weeks now."

"What about your nearsight?"

"Still can see."

"You drive, how are you handling transportation?"

"Taemin, my instructor, is handling it," Jimin says quietly, rubbing his hands together nervously, "Before I lost my long sight, I was teaching a friend of mine - Jeongguk how to drive."