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"Okay," Doctor Min said and flicked through his documents. He was sitting on a big maroon colored armchair with his legs crossed, facing the younger boy. "How was your week?"
Jimin paused for a second and stared down into his lap where his hands were buried. He coughed awkwardly. "Fine, I guess."
Doctor Min chuckled a little, "Don't try to fool me, Jimin." He held on to his clipboard and sighed. "I heard of that little incident during your group therapy. Why don't you tell me about it?"
Jimin chewed on his upper lip. He didn't know how to explain the way he had felt that day. He couldn't explain what made him do what he did there. And he was embarrassed. Embarrassed of the things that happened and embarrassed of how he had acted towards the others.
"I think I was just...just a little out of it, you know?" Doctor Min just shook his head so he took a deep breath and continued. "It all stared like one or two days ago. I wasn't feeling very well, I don't really know why. It's just that...everything seems to get worse again. I was drifting off so fast that day and got annoyed when Taehyung tried to make me talk about it."
Yoongi nodded and wrote something down on the empty paper with just the date on the top. "That's the kind of reply I've wanted to hear. Did anything happen that made you feel this way? Did you get into a fight or something like that?" His eyes were still plastered to his clipboard but he was listening attentively.
"No, nothing." Jimin scratched his nape and put his hand back down on his lap.
Doctor Min had been his therapist since he came here. He was getting along with him pretty well and he felt comfortable talking to him about his problems and all the other things going on in his messed up head. Therapy was helping, it felt like a safe place here.
"That's unusual but that's how you are. Feeling like shit all of a sudden, am I right?" Yoongi smirked. Jimin just shrugged. "Yeah, probably.", he replied.
"I feel like you don't really want to talk about what happened during group therapy but that's fine." He uncrossed his legs just to cross them again, but this time the other way around. "Is there anything else you want to talk about?"
Silence.
"I feel like I can't keep doing this anymore." His chest started to ache as those words left his lips. He remembered how he had cried last night, thinking of the best way to commit suicide without getting caught or revived again.
