Take My Hand || Jinson

Is Happiness Real At This Age?

Since he was a child he was different, he didn't smile as easily as other kids did during a happy moment, he was lonely and sad without reason, he didn't enjoy life that normally kids at this young age did, he had already thought of (and not to mention tried) many ways to die, too many to count on his two small hands.

Happy; Noun: The feeling of pleasure or contentment one may feel.

This noun being meaningless to the young boy. As he watched everyone else 'enjoy' themselves he stood there and cried hoping that he could feel the same euphoric feeling of joy and happiness.

Yugyeom had become accustomed to acting happy when he needed to, easily fooling those around him without a problem. Other kids would try and joke around with the male but of course he found nothing funny so when everyone else laughed he laughed so he didn't seem weird, even if he didn't understand what was being said.

His father always thought that he was just seeking attention and that it was all just an act, that all this was fake or that it was just Yugyeom exaggerating because he didn't get his way, unfortunately, it wasn't an act, the younger male was dying on the inside and nobody was seeing it. Although would you want to show it to those who thought you were the strongest person alive or to those who thought nothing of your existence? No, neither did he.

Yugyeom kept this facade up until one day when Yugyeom was changing, oblivious to the fact that his mother had been standing in the doorway that she saw the scars and the crimson lines that decorated his once soft and smooth skin that they finally realized that it wasn't all fake and that their son was actually suffering. They felt like they were the worst parents for not noticing their son's struggle and always pushing him to side. In that moment they decide to help him, but life isn't fair... When has life ever been fair for Yugyeom?

Mr and Mrs.Kim had finally gotten Yugyeom to agree to see someone to help him and so he doesn't feel alone in this situation because clearly he couldn't talk to his parents. Twice a week for two hours, Yugyeom would sit there in the psychologists office the plain beige walls confining him and making him feel a bit uncomfortable but of course, the psychologist had a solution by giving the twelve year old boy a coloring book as a distraction from the walls that surrounded him.

This continued for three years, Becoming a daily routine on Mondays and Thursdays. Throughout the first few sessions, they had found out that Yugyeom did have mild depression or as medical professionals liked to put it Dysthymia. Until....

One day as they were heading to Yugyeom's psychologist appointment the most horrific accident happened, a car crash only just ten minutes away from the psychologists office, ending up with Yugyeom's parents dead and a now orphaned child. If you thought things couldn't have gotten worse, they for sure did.

Yugyeom was then mentally re-evaluated, soon enough showing signs of him having developed full on depression. As he had no family that was close by or were willing to take him in for many reasons and care for his every need he soon found himself stepping out of a police vehicle in front of JYP Health institution.

As Yugyeom was admitted into the institution and assigned a room he got to look around and actually take in how he might have a chance in this place to find some type of happiness and maybe even make a friend.

He finally got to his room and found out that he, in fact, had a roommate. A short and skinny boy. A foreigner most probably, maybe about two or so years younger than Yugyeom himself?