𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚, 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒔 || 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚓𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚏

4 . him

There was a man in front of Jin. His gentle gaze rested on the terrified boy curled up on the sofa. The man was kind-looking and well-groomed, silver hair combed neatly and a white button-up shirt tucked into some black, ironed trousers. Despite all of these details, the most noticeable feature of the handsome man was his friendly, approachable and kind face. There was an obvious blanket of professionalism, however, a blanket that would never let you see what he was really thinking.

"Hello, my name is Kim Namjoon. I'm your new therapist, you are Kim Seokjin?" Namjoon asked with a smile that caused 2 little dimples to appear. Jin was silent. Fortunately, the therapist understood and moved to a comfortable seat set up opposite the sofa Jin had melted into. After arranging his files onto the table, Namjoon sat down and looked up.

"Seokjin, tell me about yourself." Silence. There was silence for a long time. Until Jin had a sip of water, he didn't speak.

When he did his voice was barely audible.

"I'm 27..." And that was the only thing he could say about himself. He didn't know if he had a house or a wife anymore, he didn't know who loved him or what he enjoyed - he didn't even know what he looked like these days. Namjoon, sensing he wouldn't speak much of his own accord, filled the gaps.

"Was it your choice to get therapy?" Namjoon hummed seriously while scribbling down something in a notebook. Jin shook his head.

"Why do you think you're in therapy?"

The boy shrugged but as soon as he had committed to this action a pang of fear struck him in the chest. He was gonna get belittled again, judged again and Jin would feel like he was being stepped on again and again and again. Every night before he went to sleep, those words would bounce off the walls in his brain... don't you wanna get better? He wants to. He really wants to but it's so mountainous that it might as well be impossible.

But Namjoon didn't judge. The therapist didn't roll his eyes or sigh or even spare Jin an unfriendly glance. In fact, he smiled. The therapist smiled at the client and then client stared back in a form of disbelief and surprise.

"Seokjin, what do you do for a living?" Namjoon hummed, maintaining deep eye contact.

Jin looked the opposite way and kept silent since he didn't want to talk about this. "Why should I tell you?" He snapped when Namjoon had prompted him again with a name call. Not a single smear of professionalism was wiped off his face and Namjoon just nodded. Jin had to give him credit - he was good

"Do you gave anything you want to tell me? Or ask me?"

yes

"No."