We're Way Too Different

Episode 27

''I don't want a shrink Yoongi.'' Jimin stares at his boyfriend across the kitchen island. 

''It's not about what you want Jimin, it's what you need.'' He answers. 

''Fine, I don't need a shrink.'' He puts emphasis on not needing. 

''When was the last time you actually had a good night's sleep?'' He asks with a genuine look on his face. 

''Last-''

Yoongi cuts him off. "Without me watching you, or holding on to you so you don't scream your head off while you sleep. 

''You make it seem like my trauma is an inconvenience to you.'' Jimin looks up at him. 

''It's starting to feel like it, and I'm so glad that you're admitting that you're traumatized.'' Yoongi answers. 

''I'm sorry, it's starting to feel like it?'' He asks, quoting his words back at him. 

''I'm not arguing with you on this. Just get dressed so I can take you.'' Yoongi says, with a calm tone, barely paying attention to the fact that he's throwing a tantrum, or at least, he's trying to. 

Jimin makes his way upstairs, and Yoongi unsuspectedly sits and enjoys his coffee, waiting. 

5 minutes... 10 minutes... 15 minutes... 20 minutes

He checks his watch, and if they don't leave now, they're going to be a whole thirty minutes late to the appointment. Sighing, Yoongi picks up his phone. 

''Hello, Namjoon, can you put me through to Jin?'' He asks. 

''Hello?'' 

''Hey, it's Yoongi. I need your help with something.'' 

''Me? What is it?'' He asks a little bit shocked hearing that Yoongi needs his help. 

''It's Jimin, he won't go to the shrink appointment I set for him today. He's saying that he doesn't need it. And we both know that he does.'' He explains. 

''I'm coming.'' Jin hags up the phone. 

Ten minutes later, Jin walks through the door, following Yoongi up to the bedroom. He walks in and there's no sight of Jimin. The bathroom door is closed. 

''Jimin?'' 

''I'm not going, and I'm gonna stay in here until the appointment has passed.'' He responds back. 

''I'm not in the mood to play with you Jimin.'' 

''Jin?'' 

''Yes. Namjoon and I have set a wedding date for the end of next month, and I want you to be there. That can't happen if you're still mentally fucked up about what happened three weeks ago. Yoongi is doing his best, and he got you a therapist Jimin. Not a shrink, a therapist.'' Jin explains. ''You're a grown man, and we can't help you move on unless you want to move on.'' He explains. 

Shortly after, the door opens, and a messy-haired Jimin comes out. ''Took you long enough.'' Jin snatches him into a hug. He pulls away, Jimin looks at Yoongi who is leaning on the frame of the bedroom door. 

''Thanks.'' He smiles as Jin makes his way out. ''You're ready to go now?'' 

~~~~

''What's the issue?'' The elder woman sits, crossed-legged in her leather futon chair. 

''Um...'' Jimin looks at her then at Yoongi. 

''He witnessed his dad's murder in front of him.'' 

''Oh, that's unfortunate. I apologize.'' She looks at Jimin. 

''No need. We weren't that close anyway.'' He mumbles. 

''Mind elaborating on that?'' 

''Well, he cheated on my mom, with his best friend's wife. Divorced my mom after, and ran off with that woman. Never saw him after that. For 8 years, I didn't know where he was, and it's just ugh!'' Jimin exclaims. 

''So you don't feel bad that he's dead?'' She asks taking notes in her notebook.

''What? I didn't say that.'' 

''But your way of talking suggests that you are. So did you see him before he died?'' 

''He came to my house a couple of days before. We talked, and I shooed him back out of the house. Seeing him come to my house out of necessity and not because he wanted to rekindle of relationship, irritate me.'' 

''So you talked before, and you already said, it irritated you. His presence. So why now his murder is affecting you his badly? I mean, you shouldn't care.'' She looks at him. 

''You should be telling me. That's your job ain't it?'' 

''Okay, I'm going to do my job, and let you know what I think.'' She sighs and sits back. She puts her notebook down and looks at Jimin. 

''You've never had a real relationship with your dad. Not when he was in your life, and not after he left. When he came back, how do you know he didn't want to do more than just get something he needed from you. My assumption from this thirty-minute talk so far is that you wanted a relationship with him, secretly, but that desire has only revealed itself now. And it's manifesting into trauma of seeing him die and tantrums, and not actual words and understandable emotions.'' She finishes. 

Jimin sits there astounded, and Yoongi in his head is cheering. ''Okay...'' Jimin mumbles. 

''Am I doing good at my job so far?'' She smiles. ''Did his departure affect you in any other way later in life? What about your mother?'' She asks. 

''She died on my 18th birthday...'' 

''Let me guess, you've never wanted to celebrate another birthday after that. It's a gloomy day for you?'' She asks. 

''You could say that,'' Jimin responds, shrugging. In his head, he's never had people talk to him about what happened in his life. He always balled things up. And now this stranger is revealing everything. Explaining everything, and it feels like he opened up a chest of secrets that weren't meant to be kept in the first place. 

''Jimin-ssi. You're not traumatized, you just couldn't separate your feelings well enough. You're not depressed and you shouldn't be. You're trying to ask your self what-if questions and your dad is dead. Your mom is too. Stop not celebrating your birthday because of that. I'm sure her death wasn't mean to hurt you.'' She looks at him. ''Your dad wasn't in your life, and you can't change that. Let it be.'' 

 ''Go home, and sleep, and move on with life. I'm sure your friend-'' 

''Boyfriend...'' Yoongi says under his breath. 

''Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sure your boyfriend, has been a tremendous help, and as long as you focus on this new thing you have with him, you will be fine.'' 

''Alright.'' Jimin sighs standing up. He felt better. It was a short hour, but it helped. 

~~~~

''How was that?'' Yoongi asks as they get in the car. 

''Okay, taking me to a shrink wasn't that bad.'' He responds. 

''Therapist Jimin. She's a therapist.'' He corrects. 

''Same thing.'' 

''Anyway! We should get something to eat, now that your human enough to go in public.'' He jokes. 

''I don't like you.'' Jimin rolls his eyes. 

''No, you love me.'' He laughs. He starts the car and drives out of the parking lot. Jimin stares at him thinking to himself.

If only he knew how true that is.