Yoonmin- Delusions [M.YG • P.JM]

24- Marks

Yoongi's POV

"Dr. Min, I think it's working. I've been on the medication for weeks, and at first I thought it wasn't working, but I can see its effects now. Sorry about Jimin, by the way," Mr. Kang apologized about the incident in the cafeteria and I nodded my head, gesturing forgiveness with my hand. "But now the only birds I see are the ones flying by outside."

"That's very good, Mr. Kang. Tell me how you feel now that they're gone," I said, readying my pen and paper.

"Um, relieved, of course. And I definitely think my stress levels have decreased drastically." I nodded my head as I took notes. "I'm starting to feel less anxious and I've noticed I don't get angry or upset as often as I used to."

I finished writing out my notes before looking up to smile at him. "I'm glad to hear that. If this keeps up for another week, I think you're ready to go."

"Would I still need the medication?"

"We switched you to placebos after I noticed progression. You've been doing well on your own this whole time," I told him.

He covered his face with his hands and began to cry softly. "Thank you, Dr. Min. I don't know how I could ever repay you."

I reached over to pat his shoulders to comfort him, and he sniffled as he began to calm down.

"Sorry that you have to see an old man cry," he chuckled. "But I'm just so happy. I get to see my family soon."

"I'm proud of you, Mr. Kang." I got up and left his room and I could hear him mumble grateful words to himself.

Another one of my patients treated and fixed.

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I knocked on Jimin's door, but heard no response. That's odd. I would usually hear his footsteps as he would run to open the door, excited to see me.

"I'm coming in," I announced before unlocking his door and slowly stepping inside. "Hello?"

Jimin sat on the floor playing cards with what seemed to be another doctor. But I'm his only doctor. Walking closer to them, I notice Jimin's bright smile. He noticed my presence and quickly got up to hug me. But before he could, I pointed to the other doctor. Jimin understood and kept his arms behind him as he just smiled happily at me.

The man got up and turned around, meeting face to face with me. Sungjae?

"Hello, Dr. In," I said, clearly addressing that I wanted him out of here with my tone.

"Dr. Min." He turned to Jimin and smiled, creepily if you ask me. "Goodbye, Jimin."

"Bye!" Jimin waved goodbye at Sungjae until he exited the door, and when he did, I quickly grabbed Jimin's wrist to turn him towards me.

"What are you doing with him?" I asked angrily.

"Playing cards?"

"Does he always come here?"

"Every Wednesday before our sessions." How am I just finding out about this?

"Since when?"

"Um," Jimin looked away in thought. "Six years ago? Since I was eleven."

"What the f- Jimin I don't want you seeing him again. Don't let him come in. Does he have a key to your room?"

"I think so. Sometimes he's in here when I come back from my walk around the hospital."

"He's what?!" What the hell is a middle aged man doing in an underage patient's room without being his assigned doctor? How did he even get the key? I was scared for Jimin. Sungjae isn't safe. "I'm going to ask for his key to your room be taken away."

"What? No! Yoongi, I like playing with him!" I noticed something on Jimin's wrists. I reached for his wrist and inspected them. "What's wrong?" There was a darkened line across his inner wrist. Come to think of it, I've seen marks like this on his ankles before too. But I always thought it was because he would hurt himself playing with his friends. But now I notice they seem to look like marks from a rope. How could I have just let it go? As a doctor, I should've questioned it.

"Have you been tying your wrists and ankles?"

Jimin laughed. "That's silly, why would I do that?" If Jimin didn't do it, and he doesn't know about them, could that mean that he was unconscious when someone- Sungjae. Oh god, Jimin what has he been doing to you?

I pulled him into my chest and wrapped my arms around him, not wanting to let go.

"H-Hyung, you're hugging me too tight." I loosened up a little, giving Jimin enough room to squeeze his arms out from between us and around me.

I felt my eyes begin to burn, tears forming. It wasn't enough to run down my cheeks which was good since I didn't want Jimin to worry. "I love you, Jimin."

He giggled, the vibration calming my heart rate. "I know, you told me that before."

"I have to tell you all the time."

"Oh, really?" I let out a small laugh and shifted my hand to the back of his head, just holding him close. "I didn't know that," he mumbled quietly.

I'm not letting that bastard near Jimin again.

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Sorry for the short chapters recently :///