Kim Taehyung is a 31 year old therapist. He's great at what he does, the best despite his stern, mature personality. While having all of his patients slowly heal due to his expertise, it seems that his newest patient, 19 year old Jeon Jungkook is ju...
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"𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁; 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁,"
-𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞-
Jungkook hasn't spoken a word since he and Mr Kim went back to the elder's house after the meal. In fact, the boy had merely stayed in his room, curling up under his sheets as he cried into his pillow.
He was being silly. Of course he was. He couldn't be sad over the fact that Other People got to see Mr Kim too. That Other People got to rely on him too. Mr Kim probably hugged his other patients too -The Patients he'd had before Jungkook.
But he didn't want to share.
He felt the bed dip, and sniffled, wiggling away from the elder man. "G-Go away." He muffled weakly. "Wan' be alone."
"Darling," Mr Kim placed his hand over The Bed cover that hid the teenager's form, brows creasing as he heard sniffles and whines. "Talk to me. That's what I'm Here for. You're My Patient, and I-"
"I said Go away!" Jungkook sobbed, struggling to pull the bed sheets back over himself when Mr Kim peeled them off him. "Mr Kim!"
"Little One, Won't You Tell me Why you're so upset, hm? I'm Here to Help You." The man tried again, voice as gentle as ever as he continued holding the bed cover firmly so Jungkook couldn't cover himself again. "You've been sad Since Dinner."
"Y-You were Jimin's Therapist too, weren't you?" The boy looked up, face red and stained with tears. His eyes were watery with Vulnerability, lips red and swollen and cheeks pink. "S-So That Means T-That Y-You used to Do all of T-This With Him, Right?"
The older man gently combed his fingers through the distressed teen's messy hair. "Little One-"
"You were this close to him once." Jungkook cut him off, sadness being the only thing on his face. He looked pained, little sniffles leaving him every few seconds. "M' being silly." He mumbled, rolling over to face the wall. "Always being silly. M' Just a Dumb Kid compared to you, Mr Kim."
"You're not being Silly for being upset." The Therapist spoke, tone gentle as he approached his words carefully. "Feelings are Valid, and You're allowed to be upset."
Jungkook just shrugged, sniffling as he curled up into a little ball. "my entire life I-I've been forced to stop myself from feeling," his voice cracked as he whispered. "a-and now that I'm allowed to e-express them, my feelings are a mess."
"Jungkook,-"
"I-I Have Nightmares every night," the teen sobbed, loud wails leaving him finally as his body trembled. "I flinch at every little fucking thing a-and M' just a dumb, No Good slut! Who fucks men twice my age! M' a Mess and you're the one who has to make sure I don't fuck up!"
