rough | yoonmin

one

A new patient arrived on his desk today in a thick, over stuffed manilla folder. He had a tendency to ignore the contents of these new folders though , because getting the information from his clients themselves makes the bond seem stronger than simply reading all their faults from a piece of paper.

Except for, that is, he was used to dealing with people who had small offenses, like leaving an old washing machine in your front yard, missing too many days of school or catching a fish during the wrong season. The man that was talked about in this folder however, was very very different.

He felt a shiver go down his spine as he whispered his name- "Min Yoongi."

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He had a tattoo, was what I first observed when he walked in with hand cuffs shackled on his wrist and ankles. It was an immaculate, detailed design of a two hands with their pinkies crossed.

"Finché la morte non ci salva." was engraved right below it in cursive. Spanish perhaps? I'll have to ask in one of our sessions. The guard that was guiding him into my office, locks his handcuffs to the desk and his ankles to the ground. So he's aggressive, interesting.

He looks up at me slow, taunting, eyes hooded. Observing every detail of my face. Very common for men who think their in control of the situation. This case is going to be a breeze.

"So Mr. Yoongi, where are you from?" He doesn't react, only a slight smirk appears in the corner of his mouth. So he's not going to talk huh?

"You know, these sessions could go two different ways. Either we could have a nice conversation, or I could send you back to your cell. Which would you prefer?"

He throws his head back and let's out a deep chuckle, leaning over the desk. I lean back in my chair after taking a gulp of air. He squints peering down at my name name tag.

"Tell me dear Jimin... when did you start taking antidepressants?"

My mouth drops open in shock. The nerve of this man! How on earth does he know about the medication that I take? His head tilts to the side and he gives out an over exaggerated sigh.

"You're so easy to read. Might as well tell me that both your parents dislike you."

"Excuse me? You have no right to say any of this to me. Not to mention, assuming false information about someone is rude and judgmental."

I couldn't believe the nerve of this man! He's sitting handcuffed to a chair that's bolted into the ground and he has the audacity to try to undermine me, the person who had complete power of the situation?!

Sitting up straight, I take a deep breath and try to regain some strength to remain calm.

"Let's start over again shall we? My name is Park Jimin and I have a masters in psychology."

I watch as his eyes get a little wider and his lips part slightly, then all expression of shock is gone a second after I saw it. Did I imagine it?

"I had a childhood friend named Jimin. He was taken from me."

"I'm sorry that I remind you of him. I know a loved ones death is a very serious thing. I too lost a friend in my childhood who I was very close to."

His serious demeanor is now gone. Cloaked with a mysterious aura and a grim smile. Maybe he regrets the pain he's caused to the families of those he has killed? Is that why he turned himself in? Or is he feeling empathy with me because we share a similar past?

"In this world, those who do not fight get killed you know." He is now smiling at me. A grin so sinister it makes my skin crawl and my hair stand on its ends.

"Is that why you killed so many people? Because you were fighting for what you believed in?" His grin gets even wider.

"The only thing I care about in this world is my family. I do everything with them in mind."

"Is that why you turned yourself in? To protect them?" His smile disappears when I mention his family.

He leans forward again, this time so close I could feel his hot breathe hitting my face. I could see the freckles that painted his nose, his long, dark eyelashes. My heart starts racing.

"If you think, that those reports have any truth in them, you're delusional. I thought you were smarter than this little Jimin. Don't disappoint me by being like everyone else in this prison. I was starting to enjoy watching you squirm in your seat. You look so innocent, so naive."

I stand straight up, my chair falling over behind me. I smooth down my coat and watch as his eyes follow my every moment. I clear my throat. He peers up at me with disinterest.

"I think we are done here. You clearly have no interest in letting me help you and I do not enjoy wasting my time. I will see you tomorrow. I truly hope you rethink all that you have said today."

He smiles and sends a wink my way. "I'll see you tomorrow, love."

This man! Argh.

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Thoughts? I suck at writing lol sorry