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twenty.

"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁,"

-𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-

"I don't Know what to say," Jungkook admitted, Nervously picking his finger nails. "Can't You start?"

The Therapist just rose a brow in unamusement. "What do I have to say?" He replied. "You're my patient, not the other way round."

"I Know," Jungkook scrunched his nose. "But Still..."

"Look, Avoiding this won't solve anything, and You know that." Taehyung stated firmly. "My Job is to help you, Jungkook. And I can't do that Unless I Know your past."

"All of my problems are from my daddy," The teen mumbled, shrinking into himself as he spoke through the silence of the living room. "You already Know he beat me, But If anything, his friends are just as guilty."

"These friends of his," The Man started cautiously, eyeing the teen carefully. "What exactly happened with them? Can you tell me?"

Jungkook swallowed with a nod, hiding his face in his arms, pulling his legs to his chest as embarrassment started to fill him up. "They would Touch Me," He Whispered shamefully. "Alot. S-Sometimes Daddy would watch."

"Touch you where?" Taehyung knew, but he needed to hear it. A sickening feeling rose in his gut. He needed to know everything.

"U-Uhm.." Jungkook, keeping his head down, lowered his legs and placed his hand over his crotch. "H-Here.."

The Therapist gently grabbed the teen's hand, removing it from his crotch. "Jungkook, This is a serious thing." He stated, voice soft yet stern. "You're Traumatised, You know that right?"

Jungkook nodded softly, his cheeks turning a soft pink as he looked down at his hand, which was held by the elder. The man gently lifted his chin, smiling softly. "And If You want to go to the police, I will be more then happy to accompany you."

Jungkook paled, and he shook his head frantically, shuffling closer to the therapist. "N-No, I Can't!"

Taehyung frowned at that. He was irritated by the teen's seemingly strong dislike for telling the authorities. "Jungkook,-"

"No! I-I Don't care, Anyway! I have You now! M' Safe with you, Mr Kim!" He rambled, hiding his face in the elder's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around his chesy. "M' fine, really."

"Right Okay, Okay." The elder wrapped his arms around the younger, who had started whimpering and sniffling. "You're Okay. Can You answer a few more questions for me? And then I'll make dinner." Giving the state of Jungkook from a couple of questions already, he knew it would be unwise to bundle him with questions any further.

Jungkook nodded, not moving from the elder's embrace.

"Is this why you offered yourself to me? Why you begged to get me off last night?" Taehyung asked, voice steady as he gently rubbed the teen's leg. "Because of your father's friends? You feel like you have to?"

Jungkook nodded once again. "B-Because I'm Only Good for being f-fucked, Mr Kim... They told me so." He whispered sadly. "I just wanted to give you something back for everything you've done for me. M-My Body is all I Have to offer."

"Little One, Just Knowing you're safe and Happy is all You can Give Me." The Therapist Sighed solemnly, his chest aching with the heaviness of their conversation. "You're only 19... You shouldn't be carrying so much weight with you."

Jungkook sniffled, lifting his head up to rest his chin on Taehyung's arm, looking up at the man with a pout. "But Mr Kim..."

"What is it?" The elder asked, gently wiping the tears from Jungkook's cheeks. "Hm?"

"Did I do well?" He asked almost shyly, lowering his gaze. "Last night... Did I do well? I Made you Cum."

Taehyung's lips threaten to twitch up, and he gently pats the boy's head. "You did. Now Come On You, We'll talk more when You're ready, Okay? Let's go and Make Dinner."

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Jungkook sat on the kitchen counter, watching Mr Kim as he cut vegetables and Fried meat. The kitchen smelled amazing, and the teen could feel his mouth watering from not only the smell, But the sight.

He knew, he definitely knew by now that he was attracted to Mr Kim. But, He Also Knew that he shouldn't be. His past ruined him, His past is the reason why he finds older men admirable.

Did he like Mr Kim Because of his kindness and Parent-like nature, or did he like him because he found that Mr Kim was everything he wants in a man?

Either way, he didn't care. He just admired the elder, sighing inwardly as he watched him pour the diced Onions into a frying pan. Taehyung looked over at him, a brow quirked in amusement.

"Enjoying the View?"

Jungkook's cheeks burn, his gaze lowering to his legs, his feet swinging back and forth. However, when a slender finger curled under his chin and lifted his head, Mr Kim was now stood in between his parted legs, a charming smile on his lips as he looked down at the teen.

"You get so shy so easily," the man mused, his thumb and pointer finger gently pinching the teen's chin to keep his head still. He tilted his head to the side, dark eyes taking in Jungkook's state. "So easily flustered. Am I really That Charming?"

Jungkook opened his mouth to reply, only to choke in surprise when Mr Kim pushed a small cherry tomato into his mouth. The elder man chuckled at him, poking his nose before going back to the cooking.

Jungkook's hands flew to his cheeks, desperately trying to calm his raging heartbeat and burning blush from the older man's close proximity and words. Why did Mr Kim Keep Teasing Him?

Is it possible, That... He Knows?

That he knows About Jungkook's growing feelings?

He is a therapist afterall. He can probably read Jungkook better then Jungkook himself can even read a book.

He swallowed the tomato and pouted. He didn't like being teased.

"Taetae," he called with a whiny voice, making the man spin around in surprise. The elder smirked at the pouting Teen, cocking a hip in response.

"Not Mr Kim?" He teased, amused by Jungkook's evident want of attention. "Are you getting all brave on me, huh? Whatever will come of you?"

Jungkook couldn't help but giggle, sliding down from the counter as Taehyung started to dish out dinner onto plates. "I can't help but call you Mr Kim.. It's a habit," He admitted, leaning against the older's side. "But If we Give eachother nicknames, then we can be more informal." He explained with a small smile, "We can... be friends?"

He looked up hesitantly, his eyes meeting the Therapist's. "Can we be friends, Mr Ki- um, Taehyung?"

The older man just stared at him, before a calm smile eased onto his features. "I don't see why we can't be, Little One." He chuckled, petting the boy's hair. "Now, let's eat."

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