Disorder

Appointment

Taehyung's POV:

I thought about making an appointment with Mr. Jeon. I wanted to see if he could help me with my disorder. I called in and asked if I could make an appointment tomorrow, since it's night time. His voice sounded familiar. But of course I didn't remember. He said it was alright and I decided to just go to sleep so I have enough energy for tomorrow.

~Time Change~

It was in the afternoon and it was time for my appointment. I started to feel nervous. I didn't know why.

Maybe it was because I could become healed.

(A/N: This is kinda a fantasy fanfic as well because in actuality, this specific disorder does not quite have an actual treatment.)

I drove after to the exact address to find myself at a building that I was familiar with. It was the building that my father used to work at, before he went to jail. For sexual assault and child abuse.

*FLASHBACK*

"AHHH!" I heard someone scream at the top of their lungs downstairs of my house. I was currently stuck in my room.

I decided to investigate the horrid sound and saw my mother, on the cold hard floor, lifeless and naked. Bruises over her entire body. Blood found on her mouth, area of where I was born, and the area of where her rib cage was.

She wasn't moving. I was about to walk over to her to see if she was alright, but I was stopped by a back-hand slap to my left cheek.  

I fell towards the ground and shed a tear.

(A/N: At that time, Taehyung was seven years old.)

I held my cheek as he started yelling at me. He grabbed my wrist and took his belt off and whipped me on the butt. I yelped in agony as he continued until he and I had heard sirens.

He let go of my wrist and pushed me to the ground making me hit my head on the brown coffee table. I laid there somewhat lifeless, but not like my mother was. I was next to my mother. The police barged into my house and caught my dad. He was arrested . However, for my mother and I, I was forced to go to an orphanage and my mother was buried without holding a funeral. 

I stayed within the old, ragged orphanage until I was fifteen, until I broke out. I stole money out of a secret department that I had learned about when I was ten years old. I stole $2,789,647 , put it in my stolen duffle bag, and made a run for it.

I was smart enough to secretly make my way over to the desk that was placed in the main lobby. I went over and deleted all of  my information. Soon enough, I left without a word.

 After a couple years, whenever I saw and met people, we would become "friends." But the day after, they would ask me if I would have remembered them and I would always reply with a 'no.' They got mad and left me. I soon developed depression, but had overcome it.

After many hardships, I decided to go to a doctor and they told me I had prosopagnosia  and I remember that day clearer than anything else, because that was the worst day of my life.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

I walked in, extremely nervous to see if I could ask someone where Mr. Jeon was.

"Excuse me, may you direct me to Mr. Jeon?"

The security guard looked at me with a serious expression.

"Did you make an appointment?"

"Yes, well not really. Mr. Jeon asked me to come so I decided I would an-"

"He's with me." I was cut off by a voice that sounded utterly familiar. 

Then it hit me. The cologne that Mr. Jeon had worn the day of his visit. I was assuming it was Mr. Jeon by the significant smell and voice. Then, he had gently grabbed my hand and led me towards, what I was assuming, was his office.

He then gave me a mischievous smile. 

"Let's start."

He then locked his door, and sat in his chair. I hope he can help me.