kim taehyung, a world famous actor, is known for his great acting skills and beautiful face. during a shooting at jinhit entertainment, he's almost saved from being heavily injured. turns out, his manager was the mastermind. the manager is arrested...
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Taehyung stopped in front of Park Clinic.
He wasn't wearing his usual suit, but a casual hoodie and jeans. They say people change, but his fashion style changed. He had started liking casual clothes more, these two weeks. His curly black hair were messy, the bangs falling a little down his eyelids. He had shaved, obviously. One thinh that hadn't changed, was his obsession with clean shaves.
He took a deep breath and opened the door.
It was a spacious clinic, though small. He stepped into the waiting room, which was cozy. Magazines and books on shelves were placed in a corner for his patients to read while waiting. There was also a T.V., where soft songs were playing for relaxation. And it did relax Taehyung's mind.
He sat on the sofa opposite the television. He hadn't even made an appointment. And he couldn't just barge in his private room. Hell, he was rude, but he didn't forget his manners.
Just then, the door adjoining the waiting room opened, and a young man stepped in.
He looked around 23, his face smooth and jaw sharp. He wore a white shirt, which was unbuttoned at the top, exposing a little of his smooth chest skin. The sleeves were rolled up till the elbows. His black pants matched his black sneakers. His brown undercut and side bangs made him look like a badboy more than a therapist.
But what caught Taehyung's eye were his bambi-like eyes.
Faintly similar to Jungkook's.
Taehyung's jaw dropped as he gaped at the handsome man. "Hello, I'm Park Eun. Nice to meet you, Mr. Kim", the man said.
Eun smiled, noticing Taehyung's blank expression. So he knows he's terribly handsome, Taehyung thought. Eun gestured towards his room where he attended his patients. "Come in, please"
Taehyung got out of his daze, and followed Eun. Why the fuck was he in a daze? He entered the room, which was even more cozy than the waiting room. It was all brown in colour; brown wooden furniture, brown lampshade, etc.
It reminded him of Jungkook's cabin inside his office.
"Have a seat", Eun said, sitting behind the desk. Taehyung sat down opposite him, the chair surprisingly comfortable.
"So, what's your problem?"
"Excuse me, what?!"
Eun chuckled. It was deep.
"I meant, why are you here now? After two full weeks since your arrival", he said.
Taehyung looked around the room. "I don't know"
Eun sighed. "Mr. Kim-"
"Taehyung" Fuck, why did I say that?
"-Taehyung, you need to be open with me"
Taehyung raised his eyebrows. "It's the first day" Eun nodded. "For you, not for me. I need you to be as open as you can with me", he said. Eun leaned forward, the white of his brown bambi eyes visible. "There are no secrets between us", he whispered.
Taehyung gulped. Eun straightened, smiling. What the fuck was he smiling for?
"I'm not your therapist, but your best friend. I'm the closest person to you right now", Eun said. In a way, that was true. He knew nobody here. Nobody. Taehyung looked up at Eun, who had a warm smile on his handsome face. Taehyung blushed.
What's happening?
He swallowed. "O-Okay...Mr. Park-.
"Eun"
"-Eun"
Eun smiled. It was genuine. "Now Taehyung, why did you decide to come now?"
Taehyung shrugged. "I guess I wanted to give it a try"
"I see. So, why exactly were you sent here?"
"I'm sure you must've seen the news"
"But I want to hear it from you"
Taehyung looked down. "No secrets, Taehyung", Eun said. Taehyung wrung his hands together.
"I...I messed up...", he mumbled. I messed up. The realisation hit him like a truck.
"I...messed u-up", he choked. "I messed up everything", he whispered, a tear sliding across his cheek.
Eun stared at him for a moment, then got up.
Taehyung's eyes widened as warm arms hugged him.
He was shocked when he hugged Eun back, wrapping his arms around his slim waist.
Taehyung flinched as Eun rested his soft hand on his head, patting him. "It's alright. You can cry", he whispered. It was as if he had been granted permission. Tears rolled along Taehyung's cheeks, absorbing on Eun's shirt.
"I...I n-never wanted t-this to h-happen", he said between sobs. Eun continued stroking his hair, providing comfort. "It's not your fault, Tae"
Taehyung cried harder hearing his nickname. The name his best friends used to call him.
"Tae, let it all out"
Taehyung rubbed his face against Eun's soft shirt.
"I-I insulted them. I...ruined our friendship", he cried.
Eun rested his chin on Taehyung's head, hugging him tight.
"Your true friends will always be there for you. You can never ruin a true friendship. It takes time, but they'll come back to you", he said softly.
