Imperfection (Vhope fan fiction 18+)

going to see the psychiatrist again

Once I was changed and got back downstairs, I saw Taehyung's father waiting at the door for me, but Yoongi's mother was standing beside him and she was talking to him. As I got beside them both, Taehyung's father turned to me and had a surprised expression on his face. "What?" Was the first thing I asked as he turned to look at me. 

"Why didn't you tell me your parents are abusing you, Hoseok?" Taehyung's father asks, looking at me even more concerned as he said it. Oh no, oh no, oh no! Taehyung's dad works with these type of people who take kids away from their parents in situations like these!

I don't want my parents thrown in jail, and I know this might sound a bit crazy but I don't want to be apart from them. Knowing someone who gave birth to me is still around is alright for me. Why do you think I haven't run away from home yet? 

I don't want my parents in trouble, I don't want them going to jail for hurting me! I turn my head to Yoongi's mother and gave her an expression like 'why-did-you-tell-him?!' 

"Why didn't you tell me Hoseok, is this another reason why you're hurting yourself?!" Taehyung's dad asks me and I saw from the corner of my eye, Yoongi's mother turned her head to Taehyung's father so fast it wasn't even funny. 

"What're you talking about Hoseok is hurting himself...you don't mean what I think you mean?" Yoongi's mother asks, you could hear her voice shaking and Taehyung's father slowly nodded his head meaning yes.

I looked back and forth from the two adults and had a worried expression on my face. Yoongi's mother then grabbed a hold of one of my hands, pulling up my sleeve and revealing the fresh wounds on each wrist. Maybe I shouldn't have hurt myself in the middle of the night when I went to the washroom, waiting for everyone to wake up. 

It's not like those nightmares last night were helping either though. My wrists were red and a bit puffy because of the fresh wounds and I heard Taehyung's father gasp. "Hoseok, you're still doing this!? These look new!" He asks, now pulling up my sleeve on the other arm and seeing more wounds there as well. 

"Hoseok...I'm so sorry we weren't here for you...oh my goodness" Yoongi's mother faintly says, bringing one hand up and covering her mouth, you could hear she was holding back tears.

I pulled my hands away from both of them and now I was in a sour mood. Not like I wasn't in a sour mood from the beginning when he told me I had to go see the psychiatrist today. "I told you to take your depression medication, are you still not taking it?!" 

I groaned, now pushing past the two of them and leaving the house. "Hoseok, Hoseok!" I heard Taehyung's father call from behind me and soon enough he ran up to me and stopped me from walking away by grabbing my wrist. 

"Owe" I exclaim as he did so and he quickly brought his hand back and put his hand on my shoulder instead. I turned to look at him and he had a sad expression on his face. More like, disappointed but hey, who do I not disappoint? 

Just staring at his face for a couple of seconds I felt a little bad. Not bad that I was trying to kill myself last night, but because Taehyung's dad looks like an older version of Taehyung! So it looked like Taehyung was looking at me in disappointment. Even if Taehyung did know, he would have looked at me the same way. 

I got into the car and we started driving. The car ride was silent and Taehyung's father didn't say anything to me. Not until we got in front of the building and he got out of the car with me. When I was walking to the building he was walking with me. "What're you doing?" I ask, looking at him confused on why he was walking with me inside. He never did. 

He didn't answer me until we got inside and in front of the psychiatrists room. I sat down in the same place I always did for the couple of times I was there already, but Taehyung's father went behind the psychiatrists desk and whispered something to her.