"How could you do this to me?" -he wasn't angry, he was betrayed, he's voice almost cracking in the middle of his words
"It's not something we can control, you'know...it's feelings" -Jin mumbled with guilt, it wasn't fair
"He was the only thing I a...
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I'll survive, somehow I always do 🥀
-Yoongi!! -the girl's voice echoes loudly in the empty hallways, calling her friend's name as soon as she gets out of her session, despite Yoongi's session taking place particularly on the other side of the facility, she kept on calling his name on top of her lungs, running in the desired direction, until she finally hears the boy calling for her as well;
-IU!? -he yells as well, not caring about anyone in the world beside him and her, running towards her voice, eager to share the exciting news.
They finally spot each other at the both ends of a long corridor, breathless from running, herts beating hurriedly at the overwhelming emotions.
-Yoongi!
-IU!
Their legs carry them towards each other, unable to contain their smiles that spread from ear to ear, already knowing what each has to share, finally meeting at the center of the endless hallway, embracing one another in a tight hug;
-Eight -she mutters in relief, her breath is heavy and hot on his ear, breaking down into tears of happiness, letting them slide down her cheeks and wet Yoongi's shirt, as he was doing the same, leaving big wet spots on the soft material of her blouse, simply nodding into her shoulder, unable to force words out of himself, way too happy, way too relieved...
-Eight -he forces out of himself, agreeing with her, heart beating so fast that he felt like it would burst
Eight. It took them eight weeks to get better to the point where they could finally go home.**
They stood there for a long while, neither of them knew for how long, but it didn't matter, they were so happy for each other and for themselves, tears of happiness and giant smiles pressed into each other's embrace, it was all thy needed at the moment.
***
Yoongi was in his room, the smile nit leaving his full lips for a slight second, packing his things in the suitcase, leaving only things he'll need for the night and the next morning, when Namjoon, who was already informed about the release, will pick him up and they'll finally go home.
He emptied the content of his closet, pouring it all on the bed so he can pack everything in a structured and comfortable way, when his actions were interrupted by a short knock on the door.
-Come in -he beams, proceeding with his task. Mrs. Kim entered the room with a smile, forcing Yoongi's smile to grow even wider (if possible) . She strolls quietly inside, taking a seat on his bed beside the big pile of clothes, looking at him with delight and content, then she begun helping him fold his shirts, staying in a calm silence, concentrated on what they're doing, until Yoongi spoke up;
-Mrs. Kim? -he calls for her distracted attention, making her look up at him and notice his little frown -Can we cancel the group therapy? -he notices the confusion in her eyes -I simply don't see the point -he begun explaining -I don't think things are going to get any better than this, because I simply don't want it -he watches the way the doctor's inquisitive eyes study him -I can't, and don't want to be friends with them again. The way we are right now is enough for me, and I'm not seeking more -he finally got to the point where he felt comfortable sharing what he thought and felt without feeling guilt for it, he finally prioritized himself and considered what was better for him.
