Chapter 3 the untold truth

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Seokjin reviewed some of his last notes of the session before closing his folders for each of the patients he had in his group. He reached for his cup of coffee and brought it to his lips, but as he took a drink he noticed the room was not empty. Yoongi still sat in his chair right across form Seokjin and was fumbling around with his blanket; he looked... nervous, which was rather uncharacteristic for the man. Seokjin cleared his throat after swallowing.

"Oh, Yoongi, is there something I can help you with?" He asked, his surprise apparent in his voice. Yoongi nodded and wrapped his blanket tighter around himself.

"Yeah actually, Doc, there is." Seokjin gestured for Yoongi to continue, before raising his coffee mug back to his lips. "Well, I kind of, I mean, well, the thing is I um," Yoongi, sighed before looking Seokjin dead in the eyes, "Doc, I'm in love ." Seokjin choked on his coffee in his shock at the statement. He coughed as the hot liquid went down the wrong pipe of his throat and let the excess coffee drop back into his mug rather than on his clothes, it was embarrassing but it was the better option. After he composed himself, Seokjin looked up at Yoongi and grabbed his file, still puffing out a cough here and there as he clicked his pen and cleared his throat.

"Well, Yoongi, that's uh very good, I'm aware you weren't sure you had a any feelings when you first came here; may I ask how you came to your uh, conclusion?" He questioned, already jotting down what had happened in the encounter so far in his notes.

"Um well," Yoongi started, scratching at his cheek and once again looking away form Seokjin, a sign of embarrassment, an emotion Seokjin hadn't seen out of Yoongi, he jotted it down next to the other emotions Yoongi had expressed around him. So far there had been only five emotions he'd expressed: exasperation, fatigue, irritation, confusion and a comfortable numbness Seokjin couldn't find a name for; he was glad he could add one to the list. "Well I guess you could say I had a low key sex dream about... another patient... after I saw her naked in the shower a few days ago, I didn't know she was my new roommate so I was confused when I heard the shower running when I got back to my room and uh, well I saw her naked and, yeah." Seokjin's eyes went wide as he heard what Yoongi said, and he had to press his lips together to keep from laughing. It would look unprofessional if he laughed about this, but Seokjin couldn't help but be amused,

"Don't be afraid to share Yoongi, this is a safe place." Seokjin said with an encouraging smile, and Yoongi seemed to cave. He chewed on the inside of his cheek a bit before saying quietly,
"It was Rhiannon , I saw in the shower. She was also, the one in my, um, dream." Seokjin sat back in his chair with genuine interest in his expression,

"Ahh I see. Well Yoongi, there is nothing to be ashamed about in this situation, and while I uh, don't particularly encourage pursuing these fantasies while you're still under the group's confidentiality contract, I encourage you to observe the emotions you begin to feel as your," he searched for the appropriate word, "attraction towards Rhiannon grows, and if you feel up to it, I would like to talk with you about it. Sound okay?" Yoongi nodded and gave a small thumbs-up to Seokjin before making to stand.

"Okay, thanks Doc, I'll talk to you soon." He mumbled, and Seokjin felt a pleased smile bloom on his face.

"Yoongi?" He called, and the mint haired patient turned,

"Mm?" He prompted, and Seokjin let his smile widen,

"Thank you for sharing that with me, really." Yoongi breathed the smallest of laughs and one corner of his mouth quirked ever so slightly in what could only be his version of a smile, it made Seokjin proud to see it, like the expression was one small step to recovery,

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