Nightmare || K.TH + K.SJ

⤗ Mind Doctor ⬼

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"My daughter is not crazy!" Taehyung exclaims, ears red with anger as he glares at Seokjin and Hoseok. The detective merely tsks at him and is ready to lash out but Seokjin stops him and talks himself.

"Baby, no one ever said Hannah is crazy. I know she isn't. But what she is going through and experiencing is not normal. We just want to take her to just one appointment with a psychologist. Not because she necessarily needs it, but to simply see if she would open up to a professional." Jin's tone is smooth and nearly quiet, trying not to anger Taehyung any further.

Hoseok nods in agreement, adding, "You said yourself that she won't talk to you guys about it. She sure as hell won't talk to Nuri, or Namjoon, so what other option do we have?"

The look Taehyung gives him would have him shivering if Jin smacking Taehyung upside the head didn't make him pout.

"Fine," the youngest finally speaks up, a pouty scowl set on his face. What? His three year old daughter is going to a psychologist. With the rate he's been going at, he thought he'd be the first one to set an appointment. "But I want to be there."

"Baby, you can't." Jin whines. "Of course she won't open up in front of you. If she wanted to do that, she would by now. Think it through, please."

Hoseok feels betrayed. He is right there and they talk like he doesn't exist. Hmph. "Bitches," he starts, successfully gaining attention, and glares. "Can you stop with all the lovey-dovey shit and focus on the matter at hand?"

"Fine," Taehyung says for the second time, pulling the eldest into his lap and hooking his chin on the broad shoulder.

"That's not-"

"Hobi, just— keep quiet for a little while okay?" Jin whispers, his hand smoothing down the one Taehyung has around his waist. He mouths to him, He's already pissed enough, just don't push it too hard.

"So," The detective claps his hands, a weird habit he picked up in kindergarten, but it seems to be going strong still. "Do you guys know any good psychologists? Jin?"

"Why are you asking me?" Seokjin asks, offended, his lips twisting in distaste. 

"Isn't it obv- I mean! I-I expected you to know s-since you had to handle two kids for years," he laughs nervously.

"Oh," Jin murmurs. "Okay. Well, I know one that's really good. He helped me a lot with patience and self control, but he is an expert in many areas and should be able to help her."

"How does he look?"

Taehyung raises an eyebrow at Hobi's weird question, ready to ask why it matters, but he's cut off.

"He's really cute," Seokjin says, faking a dreamy expression and Hoseok sees right through him so he goes on.

So much for focusing on the matter at hand.

"Oh? Tell me about him."

"Well, he's blonde, tall, he's ver- Ow!" he cries out. "What the fuck was that for Taehyung?!"

"I hate you both." Taehyung grumbles and they laugh at him. He pinches Seokjin's thigh this time and he yelps, jumping. He yelps again. He shouldn't have jumped when sitting on Taehyung's lap.

"Matter at hand!" Hoseok exclaims and claps again, picking his papers up and collecting his laptops. He scurries outside quickly, waving goodbye.

"Right, matter at hand. Should I make an appointment, or will you?" Jin says as he walks from the desk to the couch and picks his stuff up. Hannah wanted cake and when she wants cake, there's no room for discussion.