Care for me(Namjin×yoonmin)

What Do Therapist Know?

Jimin pov

"Do I have too?" I whine as Yoongi hits the button to the elevator.

"Yes, it's a court order and plus it'll help you sort out your thoughts." Yoongi answers smartly, making me frown. When the door opens we step into the elevator.

"I don't want to tell a random person my thoughts and feelings."

"Are you going to tell me or Jin?" I fold my arms and continue looking straight ahead. "I didn't think so." When the doors open again to the third floor we step out. The floor opens up to a sitting area and a receptionist speaking on the phone behind a white desk.

I walk towards her slowly and clear my throat. Her eyes scan me closely before she pulls out a clip board I need to sign and hands me a pen. I thank her and put my basic information down. When she gets off the phone she kindly smiles at me and takes the clip board back.

"You're Dr.Nam's 5:00 appointment I see," she says as she looks at my writing on the paper. "He's right through that door at the end of the hall." She points to the hallway behind the front desk and I nod my head in understanding. "Um, your friend can wait here for you to come out."

At the mention of Yoongi, I smile gratefully to her and wave bye to him before leaving. My footsteps echo through the hallway until I reach the door leading to Dr. Nam's office. When I enter the room I'm shocked at the atmosphere.

The walls are painted red and in the middle of the soft carpet floor is a bright pink rug with a bunny at the center. Not to mention the red throw pillows on the stereotypical couch usually seen in movies. I'm actually shocked to see a bean chair in one corner of the room and a hammock laced across the ceiling.

It's not until a person clears their throat that I notice the man that's been watching me from behind his desk in a ...

Dragon costume?

What the-

"Oh, you made it!" He beams as he stands up from his chair. "Come in, come in. Don't be scared." I take small steps towards him as he ushers me to the center of the room. "Pick any seat you like. Get comfortable, take your shoes off even." 

I stare at my black converse then look back at him. "I'll keep them on." I then direct my attention to the chairs around the room and settle for the bean bag chair only because it's in the corner. When I flop myself down into the chair, I can't help but sink in.

"Comfy?" 

"A little." 

"I'm Dr. Nam, but you can call me Eric and..." he pauses halfway as he drags his swivel chair towards the bean bag chair. "And I'm your designated therapist for the time being. Nice to meet you." He holds out his dragon paw and I shake it. "How was your day?"

"Um..."

Damaged goods...

Rape victims...

Have panics attacks, right?

I've never had a rod shoved up my ass...

"It could have been better."

"Well, how so?" I fiddle with my fingers as I contemplate what would have been a better day for me. 

"For one, I could have stayed home."

"Ah, at your friend's place?" I raise my eyebrow suspiciously at him as he continues to smile innocently at me.

"...yes, how did you know where I was staying?" Dr. Nam laughs a little, but when he realizes I'm not joining in he straightens up in his seat.