existence ➳ yoonmin

-two

jimin grumbled.

the boy is currently sitting down inside a certain psychiatrist's office.

and infront of him was none other than his psychiatrist, mr. kim seokjin.

"so jimin, how are you feeling lately?"

"okay, except not at the same time due to my parents' continous harsh words about yoongi."

mr. kim sighed, "jimin, yoongi is-"

"i dont need you to tell me that too. speaking of which, you started this didnt you?", jimin glared at mr. kim.

"jimin, i didnt start this for no reason. i- no, we, your parents and i, wanted to help you."

"yeah, like this bullshit is helping," jimin rolls his eyes, frustrated at the psychiatrist.

why do they keep saying that?

"jimin, im not going to force you to believe the fact that your 'friend', yoongi, isnt real."

why do they keep saying that yoongi isnt real?

jimin took a deep breath, "mr. kim. if youre so determined to make me believe that i have a mental illness or whatever- schizophrenia, was it?"

"yes it is schizophr-"

"im not done."

mr. kim decided to let the kid talk.

"okay, as i was saying. if youre so determined to make me believe i have a mental illness. then tell me, why can i actually touch him? why can i feel him hugging me?"

"hallucinations. in your point of view, yoongi is actually another human being who is touching you. but in other people's point of view, that's not what's going on which makes you look like a crazy person."

"im not crazy and thats not real. i refuse to believe in that fucking lie!", jimin spat out angrily.

"jimin. im sorry, its hard to believe but-"

"fuck off, i hate psychiatrists! why do you guys keep telling me stuff that are not real? yoongi is real! yoongi is real! he just hates hospitals thats why he's not here."

"okay jimin, before you continue your rampage- i have a question."

"shoot."

"does yoongi whisper bad traumatizing horrible things to you? does he haunt your head?"

"yoongi tells me anything but those kind of terrifying things. we're bestfriends, why would he do that?"

"okay.. are you taking your pills?"

"i dont need pills."

"jimin!", mr. kim screeches. "why?! your mom always tells me that you finish your pills-"

"i flushed them down because i dont need them."

"jimin- why?!", mr. kim was speechless. no wonder why the younger was acting this way.

jimin looked at the time. then he looked at mr. kim again.

"well mr. kim, im going. it was nice to have this worthless chat with you."

before mr. kim could even stop him, jimin stood up and sprinted out of the room.

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"an exhausted park jimin lands down on his bed after a few hours of boring-ass psychiatrist interviews,"

"okay, theyre not psychiatrist interviews. more like interviews that speaks lies."

yoongi raised a brow, "what happened?"

"they said i had schizophrenia. the usual." and they told me that you werent real, again.

yoongi frowned. he lays down beside jimin and hugs him.

"dont believe them. youre not mentally ill. there's nothing wrong with you."

"but they said something was wrong with me!", tears were now rolling down his cheeks.

yoongi hushed him and pats his head gently, "shh.. dont believe them. you said so yourself, they were liars right?"

jimin sniffled. he smiled at yoongi and hugs him back.

the two cuddled for the rest of the day.