Stigma {Kim Taehyung FF}✔

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You sat on the bus, kicking your short legs happily, your appendages not reaching the dirty ground of the bus. You hummed quietly and looked around.

You smiled widely when your eyes landed on your friend Taehyung. He sat towards the back of the bus,  his eyes focused on the passing city.

Oblivious to the stares Taehyung was receiving, that were now also about to be directed at you, you made a decision, no thinking needed.

You stood carefully, and walked to the back excitedly, slumping into the empty seat next to him, getting comfortable.

He huffed and looked over, ready to punch the brave stranger, but ended up groaning when he saw your smile. You poked his arm with a giggle, "Hi, Taehyung."

He slapped your hand away quickly to remove your touch from his body, making you giggle, "Are you ticklish, TaeTae?" He furrowed his brow at the nickname. He seriously didn't like you.

He was confused by your behavior all morning. There was something off about you. You were too nice, and clearly you were oblivious to literally everything.

His thoughts were interrupted when you continued to poke him, each time getting harder, which hurt and began to annoy him.

He opened his mouth to yell but stopped when the bus stopped in front of the familiar hospital, making you stand. "I have an appointment, so bye!"

The boy rolled his eyes as you walked away, standing as well. He had business at the hospital as well. Just his luck.

You skipped happily past some patients, who all smiled. Some even greeted you, enjoying the smile on your face. You didn't completely hate coming here.

You just weren't a fan of hospitals in general. The shots, and the throat checks, and the pressing of the belly. You crinkled your nose.

As per request of your grandparents, you came for a psychologist. Your mood turned sour suddenly. Your grandparents were convinced something was wrong with you.

Your mother, not being the type to disobey, took up their request, and called the doctor.

Your grandparents hated the way you acted. Too them, you were too cheerful, and optimistic. Like a child. Too much like a child. They often told your mother that you were a freak, and a retard that needed to be locked away.

You hated those two words with a passion. They were crude, and harsh. The impact of being called such things by your grandoarents was equivalent to being stabbed in the heart by a cute bunny.

The fact that it was someone you loved, made it almost unbearable.

Taehyung watched with a raised eyebrow as you, who was in front of him, went from skipping to suddenly walking angrily, a new stiffness to your body.

Bipolar? He thought, tilting his head. He shook off the thought, and walked to the familiar room.

Noticing you go into a room of the same ward, only a few doors down, he raised both eyebrows in surprise. So it's definitely something like bipolar? But he's never seen you angry, no matter how mean he was to you.

He shrugged and opened the door which read familiar words: Dr. Li Hyung Soo. Psychologist/Psychiatrist.

You began skipping again, and stopped at the door, knocking a tune.

It was your third time coming to this office, usually on Mondays, and you enjoyed talking with the nice lady inside.

"Come in, Y/N." You giggled and walked in. "Hi, Ms. Young!"

The woman smiled, and motioned for you to have a seat. You did happily, as she handed you a stress ball to fiddle with.

"How are you, dear?" You smiled trying to stretch the ball past its limit, "Great, as always! How are you?" You tilted your head.

She smiled folding her hands across the top of her organized desk, "I'm good, dear. We can begin soon, but I've invited your mother this time."

As if on cue, a knock sounded, and your mother poked her head in, "Hello."

You grinned, "Hi, Mama!" She smiled as she walked over, and patted your head lightly before sitting.

"Do you mind me asking why am I here?" Your mother asked, folding her hands politely.

You turned towards Ms. Young, awaiting her reply. "Of course Ms. Y/L/N. I have called you here, because I have come up with a diagnosis."

Your faced formed surprise, as your mother sat forward in shock. "So you mean to tell me, there is actually something wrong with my baby?"

The doctor smiled, "Not necessarily. See, the diagnosis I've made, isn't a common, or scientifically studied on condition. In fact l, most people don't really consider it mental unstability."

"Though, it is something that effect the mindset, it's more of a self-diagnose condition. Meaning it's not very worrisome."

Your mother nodded, still a bit confused, "Okay, so what is it?"

The doctor continued, as you sat patiently waiting.

"Y/N has a disorder, that's widely known as 'Littlespace' though that's a very blunt, easy word used to describe it. An urban dictionary term, if you will. Professionally, I'd like to call it intractable age regression."

Your mother blinked, and tilted her head, "What's that?".

"It's when an adult feels the need to embrace the childish part of themselves, usually as an escape. The mind gets stressed, and begins to send signals to the rest of the body, resulting in complete Reformation of the age mindset."

"What this means, is depending on a situation, and how it effects her feelings, Y/N could either act maturely, or she could, figuratively, flip a switch and act as a small child."

"Some people stay in littlespace more often than big space, and I believe Y/N is one of those people. But when needed, she'll know to switch over."

In the other room, Taehyung was having an unwanted, unresponsive staring contest with Dr. Li.

The older man sighed, "We've been having these sessions for more than four years at this point, Mr. Kim. How is it that we've made absolutely no progress?"

Taehyung shrugged, "Because I refuse to tell you shit." The man sighed, and looked at the time.

"We have half an hour left Mr. Kim. At least tell me something, make it seem like we're getting somewhere."

Taehyung shrugged, "I met a total weirdo at school today. She's down the hall. Weird right?"

The doctor raised his eyebrow, "She?" Taehyung nodded, "She's annoyingly cheerful. And never shuts up. Can't take a hint for shit."

The doctor chuckles, "Sounds to me like she just doesn't care whether you want her around or not. She wants to be aquainted with you."

Taehyung rolled his eyes, "She needs to hop off, because I don't do 'aquaintences'. Or any types of relationships for that matter."

The doctor shook his head, chuckling at the rude boy.

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Yoyo

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