Jimin leaned back, sighing as he looked around the office. "You picked a very bad facility. I can just give anyone a couple of pills of my medicine I've kept under my tongue to get anything." "Like what?" "Free time outside my room for starters. Sex, food..anything."
"I hear you almost killed your last therapist. Why is that?" Namjoon watched Jimin shrug, "He was too handsy. I gave him a blow job once and suddenly I belong to him now." Jimin eyed the golden band on Namjoon's finger, tilting his head, "Married?" "Widowed you could say." "Oh? Estranged usually means widowed as well. I've seen it all from all the guards here." "Jimin, we're here to talk about you. Not about me."
"What do you wanna hear? Me killing the guy but I was so out if it that I was in the corner covered in his blood, talking and giggling to myself or how the prosecutor practically spoonfed my attorney about a tactic that could work to get me out of coming here?" "But you came here." "Been here for 5 years already. Longer than anybody."
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Namjoon was writing notes in Jimin's file, humming thoughtfully. The male was very smart, too smart in his opinion if he was going to be honest.
He could've been a free man but yet, he managed to get here. Why? He shook his head, sighing softly. "How strange. May have to try something out.."
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Jimin practically kicked open the doors of his new therapist's office, pissed off. It was cute at first but this is the third time he wasn't able to get his medicine and he fucking needed it to get out of the room. "Where the fuck is my medicine?!"
The male didn't bother to look up from his notepad, another patient in the room, Jimin turning to them. "You. Get out." "I'll see you after lunch Mingi." The male only nodded, passing by Jimin and closed the door behind him. "My medicine. I want it." "Why give it to you if you're not using it hm?" "It's how I score to get out of the fucking room to breathe and to have something for entertainment." Jimin wanted to punch that fucking smirk off the male's face, glancing at the notepad the male held up.
"Seems like you take it anyway. Mingi says a lot in private." "He's a pathological liar. I don't even care about him. I want my medicine." "I'll be willing to give your medicine. You won't be able to have pill forms of them anymore." Jimin frowned. What the hell was this man talking about? "I'll see you for your medicine at noon Jimin. Have a good day."
