Jeon Jungkook was heartbroken at the age of 19 when his teacher, Kim Taehyung rejected him.
Now - years later - that same teacher is arrested and serving in the prison where Jungkook is the jailer.
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Tae knocked on the door and saw Dae getting up from the chair with papers and a pen in her hand.
"Oh, Mr. Kim," she had a smile on her face as she signaled him to get inside the room.
It was so weird.
Dae was Jungkook's sister. She almost looked like him - but her presence brought warmth to Tae's heart. She made him feel safe in this hell.
"Please sit Mr. Kim," she pointed to the chair and didn't sit as a sign of respect.
Tae felt so obliged. He had always been respected by his students - except - of course, Jungkook.
He didn't feel he was in prison on the charges of fraud. He felt like he was home - his home - his school with his students.
Smiling, Tae opened up his heart to Dae, "Um - officer Dae -"
"Dae," she corrected with a faint smile, "Only Dae, Mr. Kim."
Nodding his head, Tae's eyes went to the table which was so messy. So many books, and papers, scattered everywhere.
"I - I was wondering Dae that if there is a therapist or counselor in the prison I would like to talk to that person," Tae blinked and saw her confused expression.
Biting her lip, she looked down and then at Tae. She thought the reason Tae was here was because of Jungkook.
"Is this because of Jungkook? Is he troubling you a lot?" she spoke in a low voice, ashamed of her brother.
Tae frowned as if he didn't even know who the fuck Jungkook was.
Laughing, he shook his head, "No - no - it's not him. I - I have my own problems. Don't worry - he is really not important to me. Never was."
That was a bold statement.
Dae sat and appreciated Tae's decision to seek therapy.
"You see I have lived a very respectful life till now. I never imagined I would be so humiliated and ashamed because of this case. Being here - it - it's killing me. It's bringing up my insecurities."
Nodding her head, Dae understood what he meant.
"Mr. Kim," she sat up straight, "We - we don't have a prison therapist as of now. I mean we have Namjoon - but he's just a regular doctor. I will recommend this for sure and try to arrange it for you. Also, I can call one of my therapists here for you. I mean - I did go for therapy in the past. If she - the doctor - is willing to get here. We can arrange an appointment?"
Tae smiled and nodded his head.
He got up to leave but was stopped by Dae's voice.
"Mr. Kim," she stood up too, "My brother - don't - don't take him lightly. He might not be important to you - but you are very important to him."
