Therapy

One

Min Yoongi sighed softly as he was taken into the mental institution.
He didn't want to be here, but his parents were making him.
They thought he could be fixed.
They thought he was just sick.
He was far more than sick.
He was fucked up.
Did he think he could be fixed?
Absolutely not.
Did anyone listen to him? 
No. 
But what did he expect?
They caught him when he was cutting!
They just walked into his room without permission and they caught him in the act.
He was dragged out of his thoughts as a nurse walked over.
He shot Yoongi a smile. "I'm Seokjin, but you can call me Jin. I'll show you to your room, and then we're going to the cafeteria to get you some lunch okay?"
Yoongi didn't respond, letting Seokjin take him to his room.
He already hated the atmosphere, it was bland.
Yoongi hates bland.
That's why he was doing what he did.

He was bland.
He hated himself because he's bland.
Boring old Min Yoongi.
17 and can't even speak properly.

He sighed, letting his thoughts rip him apart as he followed Jin, throwing his bag on the empty bed before Seokjin took him to the cafeteria.
It was packed.
"Go on, go make some friends. There's some really nice people here, one of the trainee nurses can sit with you if you want."
Yoongi nodded, feeling like that'd help a bit.
A red haired boy bounded over, a bunny smile appearing on his face. "I assume this is the boy you want me to be with for now?"
"Until he gets settled, Kookie."Seokjin ruffled the young boys hair.
"Okay eomma."He smiled as Jin walked off.
"...h-he's your m-mom?"Yoongi hated himself even more when he spoke.
"Oh, yeah!He adopted me two years ago."The boy seemed happy, as he led Yoongi to a table. "Guys, I want you to meet your new best friend!"He sang out, causing the three boys to look up.

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