𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑻𝑬𝑹 | PJM. JJK✔

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The ticking of the clock filled up the tiny office, only adding to the awkwardness of the silence.

"So... my name is Choi Ye-Jun, but you can call me Jun. I'm very pleased to meet you mister Jeon."

A man seeming in his mid-thirties sat behind a large desk, his hands proffesionally folded in front of him as he sat up straight in his chair.

His raven hair was perfectly parted and thin reading glasses rested on his nose.

Jungkook glared at the man, trying to determine if the guy was a complete asshole or only a little bit of an asshole.

"You can say Jungkook," the student said, the skin around his eyes tightening a bit more.

"Good," the therapist said, skimming through the pile of documents in front if him.

"I've come to the understanding that you don't know why you're here today," He said in a questionable way.

Jungkook glanced at Jimin from the corner of his eyes before he nodded.

Jun nodded back. "Alright. Jimin? Would you like to explain or should I?"

Jimin nibbled on his lips and fidgeted with his fingers. Ever since this morning and even last night the boy had been incredibly nervous. Jungkook tried to stay calm not to cause him any more stress, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't curious.

"You... you tell him," Jimin said softly, insecurely staring at the floor.

Jun moved his stack of documents away and folded his hands again.

"Alright," he said curtly. "Miste- excuse me, I mean Jungkook. As you know, for the last two months, Jimin has been working intensely hard on integration, succeeding beyond my expectations with you as his sole motivation."

Jungkook nodded, feeling his heart swell with immense pride at Jimin's accomplishment.

He grabbed the man's hand and held it in his own to let him know just how glad he was.

"It is very unfortunate that we were not able to convince Minnie of joining the integration, but there is always a chance that after further therapy that could change."

The therapist continued with a stoic expression. "But, this path to integration has been very bumpy. There were many fights between the filters which caused manic episodes, suicidal thoughts..."

The therapist peeked at one of his documents before he resumed. "Intense anxiety and flashbacks."

Jungkook gulped, but kept holding Jimin's hand, stroking it as he quickly sent him a sympathetic look.

Jimin hesitantly smiled back, though he looked terrified.

"Jimin has found a way to deal with this, all with you in mind Jungkook," the therapist said, for the first time, showing a hint of emotion as he perked his lips up.

"Whenever the filters had to talk about something they didn't want to talk about, they thought of you. They told me that you were their goal. All of them. I truly find that formidable."

Jungkook pursed his lips, feeling his cheeks flush red as it was his turn to get shy.

"Because you helped Jimin integrate and get through those hard times Jungkook. Jimin decided to come clean to you, and talk about something very important to him."