Bottom Taehyung Drabbles

Point of View

[Vmin] [Psychological] [2.5k Words]

All Taehyung sees are strange things, and he just wanted to make it stop. Unfortunately, his psychiatrist doesn't seem to be very keen on aiding him.

Warning : Graphic rape

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"What do you see?"

Taehyung fidgets in his chair, breathing slowly though his mouth as he averted his gaze. The sun is bright, he notices, so bright that it hurts his eyes when he tried to keep his gaze on it, so he glances the other way and finds an old vase resting by the bookshelf.

"Uh, flowers?"

The vase was empty, actually. It was one of those expensive ceramics that people bought for display, so it doesn't really contain anything, let alone flowers, but it was painted with strange shapes that heavily resembles a bouquet of tulips – surely that would count?

"Not that," The other male lets out a very, very heavy sigh before continuing, "Look at me."

Taehyung blinks, not really knowing what to do. He knows he's being weird; it wasn't a difficult task, but he's being so reluctant and uncooperative. At times like these, he could seriously see why his parents thought he needed counseling, but at the same time –

"C'mon, Tae. It's not that hard; just look this way."

He's just so –

"Uh, I – I'd really prefer not to."

So –

"Taehyung, don't be difficult. We wouldn't want to call your parents, now would we?"

Arfaid.

"Please don't!" Taehyung almost shouted, neck snapping as he lifts his head abruptly and eyes going wide in shock at what comes into his sight. At this point, he probably should be used to it already, but he isn't – he really isn't – and he just wants to go home, but his mother wouldn't let him inside the house if he runs away from this, so he sucks in a breath and tried to stay put, "Please don't," he repeated in a softer tone, "I'll be good."

The other smiled at him, and Taehyung – in that moment – couldn't possibly think of a more frightening sight. "There's a good boy," Said the elder male, his voice coming out like a hiss "Now, tell me; what do you see?"

"You," he replied without a moment of hesitation, "I see you."

The laugh that broke out from the other male sounded harsh – like a storm, or any other form of natural disaster – and Taehyung had to dig his nails into his palms just to remind himself that everything is alright, everything is alright, everything is...

"Okay, fine. If you really don't want to tell me, then we could put it aside for now. In the meanwhile, let's try something else, hm? Why don't you try calling me by my name?"

Taehyung stills – that's a strange request. Normally, he wouldn't ask Taehyung to call his name; it was never a very necessary thing between them anyway, seeing how Taehyung is considerably younger and how their relationship was strictly professional, but maybe that's not the case for now.

"Jimin-ssi?"

"Drop the honorifics, Taehyung-ah. We're only five years apart."

"Um, J – Jimin?"

The elder sighs contently, "Oh, that's good," he starts, "I was worried it would sound bad when you say it, but i'm glad you proved me wrong. I was getting kinda bored of you calling me 'daddy', you know? It's just getting... old."