One Week

Diagnosis

"The miserable have no other medicine but only hope". - (Act III, Scene I) W. Shakespeare

One year earlier ~ Taehyung's POV

"Are you sure?"

I was scared out of my mind. Schizophrenia is a big deal. Not my Jungkookie... Please? Just tell me it was wrong. He's fine. He's okay. He's okay...

"We're sure, sir. He's been showing more than enough symptoms, with his hallucinations and talking to himself. We're probably going to have to keep him."

It was at that point when I officially broke down. My head fell into my hands, everything hurting, although I wasn't ashamed I was crying. I wanted everyone else to feel my pain. Maybe so I wouldn't feel so much. It was all too much, being told Jungkook's condition.

They took him away from me. I had brought him in roughly a month before, and they asked if they could keep him to study his behavior. Of course, with my best intentions, I let them. He was more than upset. They said he made his hands bleed, scratching at the walls. When I came to visit him, he had bandages around both hands up past his wrists, and scars on his cheeks and neck. Only later had I been told that he had scratched himself.

I always knew Kookie was different. But I still fell in love with him, and I am still in love with him, to this day, and I always will be. Lately, he's been having delusions more often, and has been speaking to his hallucination. He's named it Yoongi. Suddenly, he knew how to play a piano, a few weeks after interacting the first time with Yoongi. Sometimes he plays it, telling me he was getting lessons from him. The strange thing was, he slowly became more and more skilled at it.

I know being in a mental hospital wasn't fun for him, with tests being run every hour and a bunch of other crazy people to deal with. It wasn't fun for me either. I've always been here, to help him or protect him. Having him so far away from me for a month - knowing what they do to him - was devastating. But I endured it. I was hoping - praying even - that my Kookie would get better. Little did I know.

I didn't want the hospital to keep him. He was perfectly fine at home, with me. He would never hurt anyone - he's too sweet for that. I can take care of him, like I have for the past year and a half. All they would do here was constantly test him until the day he dies. He hates needles anyway.

"No. No, I won't let you," I said between sobs. "You can't take him away from me." The doctor in front of me (Kim Seokjin was his name) shook his head, his face forming a look of pity. The last thing I want is your pity. "I'm sorry, but this is the best thing for him. You can't take care-" "Yes, I can! I can take care of him! I have for almost two years, and I won't stop now. So get me Jungkook. I'm not leaving without him."

Still shaking his head, Dr. Kim walked out the small, pastel office, the loud click of the door finalizing his exit. While I waited for him to return, I nearly took the entire Kleenex box in an attempt to compose myself. My jeans had dark spots on the black fabric covering my thighs, indicating where my tears had fallen.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, that same click sounded again, and I immediately stood. I turned toward the door to see large, innocent, chocolate moons, paired with the gentle curves of his lips and dark mahogany hair covering his brows. His mouth was shut, but he smiled his classic bunny smile as he approached me.

I immediately embraced him, his long arms snaking around my waist, chin on my shoulder. I payed no attention to Dr. Kim while we had our reunion, although we just saw each other a few days ago. When I released him, his arms stayed around me, and I wanted to kiss him so badly, but for Dr. Kim's sake I stopped myself.

Draping my arm over his shoulders, keeping him tight against my side, I thanked Dr. Seokjin before walking out of the office with my baby. Now that I had him, I couldn't stop smiling, and he noticed, smiling himself. "You seem happy, oppa," he said, peeking up at me through his thick lashes. "Of course I am, baby," I responded as we walked out the hospital's doors. "I have you again." He smiled even wider at this, his stride becoming more bouncy. "I can't wait to see Yoongi again. He didn't visit me while I was in that place."

My happiness plummeted at his statement. Yoongi was the last person I wanted him to be missing. Did he even miss me? Is Yoongi his only priority now? Pushing through the pain, I somehow kept my smile, focusing on the brighter side of things. I have my Kookie back. That's all I care about.

For now.