You know that moment when you go to the psychiatrist and realise he's more crazy than you are?
Meet me. I am Y/n. Your local ADHD patient suffering from severe PTSD and social anxiety. I thought I was the worst psychotic product in the market.
Until...
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I gulped, taking the sight before me and my legs began to shake.
All thoughts escaped me. All logic escaped me.
I didn't know how to feel.
"I- ahem-What- I-I mean...Dr. K-Kim-"
"Taehyung."
My heart skipped a beat.
I wetted my lips with my tongue and blinking several times, I looked elsewhere.
"Righ-"
"I am here for what I said I would be," he smirked as he took a step towards me, but I was not paying attention. "I told you to take me seriously, didn't I?" he whispered darkly.
Even as I was dazed, a thought came to my mind, finally, from far far away.
I opened my mouth, "Your flight-"
"I left it."
Why? For me?
"Wouldn't you like that"
His seductive smile left me gazing at him until I realised he was answering my question. Did I voice it aloud again?
Blushing deeply, I looked away. "I-"
My eyes went wide suddenly and realising what was happening in my life, I aimed to dart to the elevators, "Jimi-" but I rammed myself into an arm that caged me into the confines of the doorway, making escape impossible.
He stood in my way, now both arms on either sides of me as they held the doorframe, blocking my path stubbornly.
Why
I shook my head urgently. "Dr. Ki-"
"Taehyu-"
"Taehyung-sshi, Jimin is-"
"He's safe."
I stopped. The frown melted from my face instantly.
