a/n Sorry for REALLY late update, like super late. +If you haven't already, check out the questions chapter (last chapter) and you can ask questions about this chapter aswell if you have any + PEOPLE ACTUALLY COMMENTED QUESTIONS I'M SO HAPPY :) I thought I wouldn't get any ;-;.
The story of my life:
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Authors P.O.V
Taehyung inhaled, eyes fixated on the door in front him with determination. A white plastic board plastered to the door gleamed with the capitalised words 'Psychiatrist Kim'. With slight hesitation, he pushed the door open and walked in. He was met with a small room with grey painted pine shelves for walls and a long desk in the centre of the room which was soaked in the sun's rays from the large window. Two chairs had been placed beside the desk, each on opposite sides.
Taehyung's lips parted in shock as he recognised the person sitting behind the desk. The person had broad shoulders, dusky pink locks of hair which parted in the middle to reveal his forehead, a low bridged nose, tan skin and warm brown eyes; Taehyung was sure that if he wasn't a counsellor he could have been a model. But that thought was quickly forgotten as his brain automatically made a connection between the man and a name in his head.
It wasSeokjin. Kim Seokjin.
The guy who he had met when Jungkook had taken him outside. The guy who was one of Jungkook's friends. The one who probably thought that Taehyung was Jungkook's boyfriend.
Holy frazzle forks.
Fluffle it, he shouldn't have let Yoongi pick his counsellor and not check who it was.
Taehyung gulped, a sudden scenario playing in his head. What if Jin told Jungkook where he was? What if Jungkook found him and took him back? What if Jin was a vampire alongside Jungkook? What if Seokjin bit on him?
"Hi! Taehyung? Kim Taehyung?"
Taehyung snapped back to reality, his head snapping up to meet the other's eyes so fast that his neck could've broken. Breathe in Taehyung. Breathe. Jin might not remember me, Jin might be human. He tried to convince himself. The logical part of his brain screamed the word 'might'.
He settled for a small smile, trying not to make it awkward. "Hi." Who was he kidding? He was sweating and he was sure Seokjin could see that.
"You can sit down, I don't bite," Jin commented warmly, laughing at the end. You might bite, Taehyung thought internally. He smiled abashedly when he realised he had just been standing awkwardly in the space between the door and the table which Jin was sitting behind. He walked over and plopped onto the seat opposite Jin's, relaxing and trying to look comfortable.
"So... do you like sandwiches?" Jin asked.
"Huh?" Taehyung quirked a brow, slightly taken aback by the sudden question. Seokjin was a physiatrist, right? Was this some kind of secret test? he pondered internally. Just answer the question Taehyung, he argued back to himself internally. "Erm... yeah?"
