𝐌𝐀𝐃 ᵗᵃᵉᵍᵍᵘᵏ

xiii.

taehyung took a deep breath as he stood outside of dr. jeon's office. he felt intimidated by the white door, imagining himself as a tiny elf trying to get through a tall, heavy gate. he gulped the lump lodged in his throat, pulling out his earbuds and stuffing them into his bag. he pushed his way into dr. jeon's office, a surprised expression covering his face when he spotted the fuchsia already in the room. "welcome, taehyung." he stood at the end of the room over a countertop, his back turned to taehyung, "you can take a seat."

      taehyung hesitated at the doorway as he watched dr. jeon continue to wash his hands. he shook his head and proceeded to sit down, frowning as dr. jeon turned and walked near him, noticing an abnormal look on the therapist's face; his hair was out of place and his clothes were messy, which was never the case. he was always well-put; with clean clothes and a perfect hairstyle. the brunet noticed his rolled-up sleeves, squinting at the splats of red dotted along the cuffs, as well as a few along his collar. "i think you got some hair dye on your shirt." taehyung snickered, shutting up when dr. jeon glared at him.

      "how are you, taehyung." dr. jeon opened his folder and began writing his notes.

      the younger took a deep breath before pulling out his phone and unlocking it, opening his camera roll and finding the video that jimin had took of him under the influence of the medicine. he clenched his jaw and tossed it into his therapist's lap, lounging back in his own chair and telling him to click, which dr. jeon did. "that's what happens to me when i take the medicine. that's what i mean by it fucks me up. believe me now?" he stared at the fuchsia as he watched it.

      dr. jeon kept his eyes on the phone, watching as the camera slowly neared taehyung. he tightened his jaw, feeling his anger build up as he watched the moaning taehyung, his hands sliding along his body, struggling to relieve himself, whispering dr. jeon's name.

      "t-taehyung?"

      the therapist's eyes slowly widened as he heard the small voice behind the camera, immediately recognizing who it belonged to. the camera quickly fell to the ground, making him pause the video. he felt his body heat up, making his stability decrease even further from the anger. it was all jimin's fault. he had one job. one fucking job. dr. jeon set the phone down, raising his eyes to taehyung. nothing really mattered anymore. the whole plan- his whole plan- was now changing. he looked down at his fingers, admiring how they were still stained red from the previous client. he smiled to himself. the previous client wasn't important. jimin wasn't important. nothing was important. he looked at taehyung, continuing to smile.

      taehyung was important.

      dr. jeon set the phone down on the glass table and stood, taehyung's eyes following him to the end of the room to pick up a remote, watching as he returned with scoff, inspecting the remote for a few moments before pushing a button. fear burst through taehyung as metal clamps pierced through the fabric of the chair, strapping his wrists and ankles down. "w-what the fuck.." he whispered as he tried to set himself free, "what is going on?!"

      "i think we should start advancing our sessions now, taehyung." dr. jeon neared him with a grin, "you seem ready."

      the brunet's eyes widened fearfully when dr. jeon began shuffling through taehyung's bag for the pill bottles, taking some medicine out and nearing the back of the room, finding a spoon in a drawer and crushing the medicine, bringing the spoon as well as a roll of duct tape.

      "you know," taehyung tried getting out of the chair, but the clamps were holding him hard, "i never meant for it to go this way." taehyung tried shouting for help but was quickly silenced when dr. jeon placed a piece of duct tape over his mouth, pulling his head back and looking into his eyes. "now, why don't you be a good boy and take in a nice deep breath." taehyung cries were muffled by the duct tape, body convulsing against the chair as dr. jeon started pouring the crushed medicine into taehyung's nostrils. the latter breathed out as forcefully as he could, sending the white and pink powder into dr. jeon's face.

      the therapist let go of his head and stumbled backwards, wiping off the crushed medicine. a quiet chuckle escaped his lips as he circled around taehyung, leaning forward onto taehyung's chest, pressing his knee into the male's crotch. "that's not very funny, taehyung." he slowly took off his tie, "spitting it back into my face? i really didn't appreciate that." he tied his tie around the brunet's neck, tightening it to the point where taehyung was now gasping for breaths.

      he stepped back to the sink, pressing his palms into the countertop to keep himself from wobbling over. he swallowed hard, tasting the faint flavour of the medicine. "see, if you would've been good, i wouldn't have to use so much of this on you.." he poured out the rest of the bottle, smashing it, "hopefully you don't die or something." he giggled.

      he lifted taehyung's face again, pouring the medicine into his nostril and plugging his nose, forcing the drugs to enter his system. dr. jeon held on for a few moments before backing off, biting his lips as taehyung coughed against the tape. he sniffled and hung his head forward, his long bangs covering his face from the therapist. "taehyung?" dr. jeon picked the remote from the table, clicking onto a button to release the clamps, slowly approaching his patient to pull the tape off, "how are you feeling?"

      he tripped over his feet as taehyung propelled himself from the seat, throwing a punch but missing completely, falling over onto the ground. he groaned loudly, trying to lift himself but his limbs feeling like jelly. he whimpered when he felt a weight on him, his arms being pulled behind his back, "seriously?" dr. jeon cackled noisily, "throwing punches when you're like this?"

      "g-get off.." taehyung whispered, feeling light-headed from the medicine. "i f.. feel weird.."

      "i did give you a lot of medicine," dr. jeon said into his ear, "i'm surprised you were able to throw a punch.. i almost pity you.." he smiled when taehyung became unresponsive, "now. i need you to do a favour for me." he listened to the brunet pant shallowly, his hips quivering, "you'll do it, won't you, taehyung?"

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i don't know why but there's something about crazy people and wanting to fix/heal you that makes me feel some type of way (i'm looking at you overhaul)

joce: kinky