It's Just That - Jungkook & SinB

Understand Me

SinB's POV

I remember that I've told him about my disease... not the cancer, no, but... my mental illness.

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flashback

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But I don't remember how I told him about it... through a text or eye to eye, but either way, I'm sure her knows about it. I feel so attached to him that I really trust him on this. I may sound like I was looking for his attention, but that's not what I need. I... I guess it's because I need to put the weigh off of me.

"Jungkook."

"Yea?"

"I need to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"Did you know... that I suffered an illness?"

"... Is it the cancer, or something else?"

"Beside the cancer."

"You... have another illness?"

"Yeah."

"Oh God. What is it?"

"I- I... I have a mental illness. Some kind of a.. disorder."

"SinB- How? How would you know?"

"I... I just know."

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end of flashback

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That's all I remember.

end of SinB's POV

"Either I texted him or talked straight to his face. I could still feel the emotions- the one that I put and the one that he showed. I was definitely thinking hard about getting it to words and put all my courage up to tell him. I thought, "is this a good idea?" I wasn't even sure. I felt like a part of me disagree to the decision. But I know myself. I'm stubborn, so I told him. I didn't even think about how it will affect the future, even our friendship."

SinB moved herself to the edge of the seat. Eyes were on the cold wooden floor, where she laid her feet on. Her hands were cupped, as her fingers went through each other.

"... Did I told him how I found out? Well- I don't know. I don't remember at all. But, maybe, that was it."

She looked at the lady in front of her. The woman in her 40s was inches away from her, crossing her legs and her left hand was busy scrambling the notepad with the black pen. SinB waited for her to finished.

"SinB." the girl looked up, "does anyone knows, that you're going for help?"

SinB looked away. Now she noticed that the anemones inside the vase on top of the desk had withered. "There's only one- two, if Jungkook knows. The other one, which is my friend and also his best friend, knows about how I discovered this illness.. and also me going to you for help."

"So... they know you're going to a psychiatrist?"

"Yes. Yes, they know."

The psychiatrist let out a sighed. "SinB. I don't know what I should say to make you feel better anymore, but..." she stopped, looking at her notes.

"But... what?"

"How... how many times have you lied to your friends? Just based on your consciousness."