𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊//𝙹𝚒𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ☼

𝚈𝚘𝚞

Jungkook felt his world crashing down, along with his broken heart, that had been unknowingly, yet painfully stomped into pieces by his loved one.

"Y-yeah, of course." He replied, a forced,broken smile cracking his face.

"Jungkook...are you-" Jimin looked worried.

"I have things to do now, good bye, I'll see you later." Jungkook bit his lip, this time though,not enough to make it bleed.

He dashed out of Namjoon's office and mad his way hastily to his room.

"Of course he doesn't like me that way, who would? I'm just a mistake that my parents regretted making after all." He clenched his fists and collapsed on the bed.

Namjoon sighed.

"Does Jungkook really like Jimin? And in that way?" He questioned." I mean, just look at his face when Jimin said that, it was fucking heart broken." Namjoon realized he cursed and covered his mouth,"shit".

He cursed again.

"Ahh, I've sworn to never curse again, after that." His eyes went back to their original size. They were filled with sorrow, reminding himself of his first love, which started in joy, but ended in pain.

(Later that day)

"Alright, since Mr. Hoseok will not be here for the next two months due to personal reasons, we have hired a new therapist to take over his shifts. He's from another Therapist house, so you can trust him." The head of the house stood Infront of everyone and said in a monotone, yet loud voice.

"Good afternoon everyone, my name is Kim Seokjin, and I'll be taking over Hoseok for the time being-"

"Sorry I'm late!" The doors to the main hall banged open, revealing a panting Namjoon," I had some paper work to take care of, my apologies"

Immediately, the two made eye contact, the first time in three years.Both pairs of eyes went wide, along with their palpitating hearts.

"I'm sorry, you may continue." Namjoon redirected his gaze to the chairs at the side, while making a move on them.

Seokjin's eyes closed for a moment, as if he was contemplating what he should have done at that moment, before opening them again, that time, a cold gaze.

"Yes , as I was saying..." Seokjin continued on.

Namjoon couldn't focus on anything.

"Why, just why did he have to appear here?" He he grinded his teeth in frustration, as Seokjin carried on, not sparing him a glance.

Jimin was worried.

He didn't even bother showing up for the talk.

"Did I not do it right?" He thought.

The former knew full well about Jungkook's feelings for him, that they weren't just that of friends. He sighed.

"It's for the best anyways." Jimin smiled weakly,"With a condition like mine, both of us aren't going to survive."

He didn't like Jungkook in that way, or so he thought. He didn't particularly like anyone in such a way actually.

" I just end up bringing hassle to everyone anyways." He looked down, facing the cruel reality of his life.

"But.." He's eyes shone again, "whenever I'm with him, I find myself at ease, like I can tell him anything I want.."

"I couldn't possibly like him, right?"