pictures // nam taehyun

셋three

hitomi is laying in her room with an open window. she is staring at the moon. she sighs loudly and looks at her phone beside her.

"like he would text you, hitomi. you're pathetic.", she says to herself and sits up. she buries her head in the hands and a tear slips down her cheek.

"fuck, i thought it would help if i left korea."

"i hope you keep the pictures of us, taehyun. because i don't-", she sighs.

"-but i keep you in my heart. don't worry, love."

"oh god, i even start calling him nicknames like love or jagiya." she shakes her head and laughs out of bitterness.

"i could have never imagined crying like a little bitch for you but somehow you did it, nam taehyun, and i really hate you for that."

hitomi notices a tall figure standing in front of her. he gestures to stand up and go with him. hitomi sighs loudly but eventually gets up.

both sit in a car and she doesn't know where he's driving her. but she doesn't care. "like i have anything to lose-"

"i already lost my everything and that was taehyun.", she whispers to herself.

when they arrive hitomi hardly gets out if the car. you can tell she's kind of a mess. she abruptly stops at the door of the building to look at the sign that is hanging on the door.

THERAPIST HIGASHI

"this isn't necessary. i'm not depressed or anything.", hitomi says and stops, already turning around to walk to the car. "how do you know?"

"because i know myself and i don't need any weird fucking guy that studied psychology to tell me what my god damn problem is. i can do that myself.", hitomi states, raising her voice.

"please, hitomi. for me"

"why would i?", she asks, crossing her arms.

"because i want the best for you.", he says. she only rolls her eyes at him. she starts walking into the building and cracks her knuckles. that's what she does when she's nervous.

what if the therapist says that she's sick? or depressed?

they sit down in the waiting room and wait. hitomi leans her head on his shoulder and dozes off.

he shakes her awake and hitomi looks at the clock. she slept for half an hour. she sighs and starts walking to the room. when she stops and he walks into her back.

"i don't want to talk to him, jinyoung"
[a/n suprise motherfather]

"do it for me please. i only want to help you.", he says and grabs he shoulders, shaking her lightly. she puts her forehead on his shoulder and sighs.

he pats her back and she pulls away. she goes into the room, pressing her lips together and waves one last time to jinyoung before the assistant closes the door.

"well, the show must go wrong"

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kind of a filler idk
hope you enjoy tho :pp