Kismet (Namjin Mpreg)

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve:

(Kismet)

Wednesday, June 29

Seokjin's POV:

The magazines from the waiting room from the doctors were always outdated, boring. These magazines scattered all over the small wooden table were no exception. There was one dated back to a couple of months ago.

I yawn as I turn the page into a section of cooking tips, 'How To Make the Perfect Brownie'.

Taehyung was inside with his new Psychologist named Clementine. She was an experienced psychologist that dealt with people with major depression. Namjoon had recommended her and offer to pay for each visit since it cost a fortune to have her as a psychologist.

I hoped that this time she would help Taehyung get better. I get that this was a journey where he has to get to a better place emotionally and spiritually but seeing him sad, without any hope, made me feel even worse for not being able to help at all.

What I would like to know what was the thing that trigger him to get sad. Was it our father's death? My mother's neglectance? Or was someone was bullying him? That was the thing with Taehyung, he never told me anything. I knew that he was made fun of his distinctive personality, but I didn't know if he had someone specific who made him feel he wasn't worthy of being himself.

Not knowing who was bullying made me go crazy. I was restless the whole drive here. His silence killed me. Not once did he let go of me. We had to practically force him out of me so that he could speak with the Psychologist.

I'm pretty sure I had huge bags under my eyes. Next week I'm returning to my old jobs. I'm glad that Namjoon hold my job positions for me. It was great to have been a part of Mrs. Kim's modeling gig, and that me and my brothers could possibly be featured in Korea's fashion magazines, but it was time to go back and actually work. I feel like I actually earn the money if I use my hands instead of my face.

The door opens and Taehyung comes out, a huge smile plaster on his face while he jogs to me. I hug him, giving him a kiss on the forehead. "Did everything go alright?" He shakes his head to me. "Just glad to see you."

"Alright. Call Namjoon while I go talk to the doctor." Taehyung thinks about it but a few seconds later nods, and goes to the same chair I sat down to call Namjoon.

Mrs. Hemming looks up at me as I stop in front of her, the receptionists typing away. She smiles, lowering the paper that she was previously looking, down to her metal clip board. "Seokjin, right"

"Yes, I'm his older brother," I answer her.

She nods like she knows this already. "Look," she says lowering her glasses to the bridge of her nose. "Your brother has major depression. The only reason he is on and about is because he wants to be anywhere you are. He feels secure. But I need him to brake that so that he could talk about things he doesn't want to talk about. I need him to keep track of his thoughts. Whenever he thinks about anything negative, he needs to write it down. I also want him to be active to distract himself from his mind."

"Um, alright. Does he need any pills?" I ask, nervously. I don't want him but I need him to get better.

"It would probably be best that he does but I want to know him better. A couple of weeks first with me. "

I nod. She hands me a paper with the date for next week and a separate paper so that Taehyung could keep track about his negative thoughts. We say goodbye.

"He's gonna be here in a few minutes."

"Ok. Let's go wait for him outside." I go behind me and put my hands on his shoulders, leading him out to the parking out.