Spectrum of Colors

Chapter 16: Therapy. A healing Journey

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Hoseok the next day felt slightly better, and not even once he felt repulsed by his body. Yoongi made sure of that, he was so gentle and caring. He would tell him how beautiful he was, or how he didn't care about his period, his bloated belly or having to put up with him. On the contrary, he told Hoseok how he loved to be able to do something meaningful for him.

"Tell me Hyung, is that the reason you had those horrible dreams?" Hoseok asked on Monday after he returned home early due to his still period cramping abdomen, and tiredness.

Yoongi had told Hoseok about having an accident when he was a child, but he also told him he couldn't remember anything at all.

Yoongi was writing on his computer, he was sitting in front of his desk, they were inside Yoongi's apartment. It was late, so Hoseok had been laying on his bed, with the heating pad on his tummy, while Yoongi kept on trying to work.

"Are you talking about the accident? Yes, I dream about it, my parents told me how it was but still I can't remember. They said I was on a bus, the school bus, I was with Taehyung, we were in the back, and the bus crashed, and went down the hill, all the way into a nearby lake, the bus had begun to sink. The driver and other teachers that were near reached the lake, and saved the children. I can't remember anything, but at least my little brother was safe. He didn't sustain major injuries, other kids did, and myself, I spent a lot of time in the hospital." Yoongi told him without looking at him, his voice sounded calmed, but his hands were shaking on top of his legs.

Hoseok got up from the bed, and hugged Yoongi. He placed his hands on top of Yoongi's hands gently.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked, that's something awful, and I know you get nervous talking about it." Hoseok said. "I know you weren't ready some weeks ago, but I was wondering if you would probably feel ready to begin therapy. My psychiatrist is really good. I have been seeing her for almost five years, and it was a really difficult journey but I think I'm doing better thanks to her. Would you like me to make an appointment with her for Friday?"

Yoongi felt anxious, but he felt more at ease knowing Hoseok, his cute angel with a baguette body, was going to be there for him. "I'm not ready but still I want to go, I need to start before I'm ready. You have to come with me, angel."

Hoseok hugged Yoongi and promised him he would go with him, and helped him in everything that was in his power.

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That was how Friday came, and Yoongi found himself trembling, he was still in bed. Hoseok had gone to work, but Yoongi couldn't even get out of bed. The nerves were cursing through him, like lightning bolts. He couldn't sleep well knowing the next day he would talk to Hoseok's psychiatrist.

It was still morning, but he didn't eat breakfast yet, he was just there trying to sink deeper into his mattress, and be one with the silky covers. He wanted to disappear, the stress and anxiety rising. His chest had been pounding since he had woken up, and his belly warned him against putting something inside of it. His stomach refused food, and who he was to disobey his own body, after all his body was wise.

Hoseok was wise too. He had sent many messages since he had arrived at his work. Between each therapy of rehabilitation session he would take time to send messages to his boyfriend. He knew how scary of a day that must be for his poor traumatized boyfriend.

Baggett Angel Boy

Hi Hyung, have you finally
got out of bed, my dumpling?
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Did you know I was
still in bed?
Am I really that pathetic
Seok-Seok??

TT TT

You are not pathetic
you are wonderful,
so awesome
so handsome
So edible
I want to munch you!
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