Yoonmin- Delusions [M.YG • P.JM]

35- Session 37

Yoongi's POV

Hoseok drove us to work today, and we didn't run into morning traffic as we weirdly got out of her house earlier than we usually do. We stepped out of the car and began walking towards the building.

"You have your briefcase?" He asked. Hoseok sometimes does this thing where he makes sure I have everything I need for the day. He hates when I stress over things I forgot at home.

I lifted up my black briefcase, reassuring him.

"And your coffee?"

"You made it for me this morning and you brought both yours and mine into the car. Hobi, you're holding them," I told him. He looked at his hands and saw two cups.

"Oh, here." He handed me my hot cup of coffee, which he always made just the way I like it.

"Thanks."

The doors slid open at our presence, and we were immediately greeted by the receptionist. I nodded at her, while Hoseok, being Hoseok, made sure to greet her back.

"Good morning! Hope your day goes well," he said, a smile forming on her face.

Everyone loved Hoseok around here. His natural, glowing aura and bright personality made him easy to approach and talk to. He could just smile at you and you'd feel like there's nothing to worry about. Just his presence eases me. It was good to have him as my best friend. He's always there for me and he cares for me. I feel I haven't done much for him as his hyung. I'm not as outgoing as he is. I guess it's really true how opposites attract.

"Hobi, you got any snacks in your office?"

"Of course, I do. Go help yourself, take some for Jimin, too."

"Okay."

"Alright, I'm gonna go see my patient. See you at lunch, Hyung!" He waved before turning his back towards me and walking away.

I went to Hoseok's office, taking out the spare key he gave me and inserting it into the key-hole. Letting myself in, I walked over to his cabinet of food which was just above his mini refrigerator. I remember when we first started working here, his cabinet and fridge was stacked with food and snacks. Now, we eat in the cafeteria, but Hobi doesn't want his little fridge to go to waste so he still keeps some things in there. But his cabinet is always full. He snacks a lot and he knows I come in to get some for myself, too.

Picking out come potato chips and chocolate from the cabinet and two water bottles from the fridge, I finally make my way to Jimin's room.

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"Wow! I haven't had these for a really long time," Jimin exclaimed as he snapped a piece of chocolate from the large bar. He popped it into his mouth and immediately moaned at the taste.

"So, Jimin," I started, and he opened his eyes to give me his attention. "You know Sungjae?"

"Of course!"

I put a serious look on my face to set the mood of the conversation. I wanted Jimin to know that what I'm about to tell him is important.

"I'm gonna have to be straightforward about this, just like I had to when I told you Jungkook and them were just a part of your delusion."

Jimin swallowed and nodded, his fists between his crossed legs.

"I believe Sungjae..," I gulped, I hated to say it outloud, "is a pedophile. Those marks around your wrists and ankles...I think he's been tying you up."

Jimin's eyebrows creased in confusion. "What? No, he's never-"

"Jimin. I've also come to conclude that you don't remember any of this because he injects some sort of medicine that causes you to forget what happened."

He started rubbing his wrists as tears formed in his eyes. "S-Sungjae would never...He wouldn't, right?"

I looked at the boy who began questioning his friendship with Sungjae.

"And I also think Dr. Kim-"

Jimin gasped and covered his mouth as if he had just remembered something. "Dr. Kim... I remember, Dr. Kim came into my room, which was unusual, and she brought Sungjae. That's when we met. Namjoon and them had to hide when they came in." He sucked in a breath and it hitched as his tears fell. "It's fuzzy, but I remember he tricked me. I let him tie me up, and I remember crying. H-He was t-touching me."

The boy squeezed his eyes shut, and he was gripping his wrist with his other hand.

I quickly hugged the younger who was beginning to have a panic attack. He was hyperventilating, and I hugged him even tighter. I wanted to assure him I was here for him. "Shh...It's okay, you don't have to tell me any more. That's enough for today. It's alright, I have you, J."

I hushed him, slowly rocking our bodies. He quietly sobbed into my shirt and I held his small hand, rubbing it with my thumb.

"Thank you for remembering for me, Jimin." I kissed his head and continued to comfort him while his words ran through my head. 

I completely forgot to tell him about the plan again. But maybe I don't need to. There's another way we can get Sungjae. 

He said 'Namjoon and them had to hide when they came in.' Does that mean they could be witnesses to the incident? Why didn't they stop Sungjae? Or say anything about it? But I guess I can understand that they couldn't stop Sungjae since they were so young. And that if they tried to get help, no one would believe them. Maybe I could try contacting them.

And finally put Sungjae where he deserves to be.

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End of Chapter