Kim Taehyung is a 31 year old therapist. He's great at what he does, the best despite his stern, mature personality. While having all of his patients slowly heal due to his expertise, it seems that his newest patient, 19 year old Jeon Jungkook is ju...
An hour into the two hour session, Jungkook couldn't help but find himself in awe of The dark haired Therapist that sat across from him, oozing with such professionalism and authority that sent shivers down His spine.
From the very first exercise they did, He'd learned that Mr Kim was an older man, Being twelve years older than himself- the age of 31. He was handsome too, And he had a stern, yet gentle personality. He looked intimidating, but instead of being rude or mean, He was calm and patient.
Now of course, The Therapist had noticed the way the younger Would watch his hands as he wrote, how his cheeks would flush when he called him a good boy for following instructions. He could see the Admiration and awe in the boy's doe eyes everytime he held eye contact.
While it was amusing to say the least, the man wasn't going to be cruel about the teenager's obvious yet curious fascination. Instead, he continued to do his Job, continued what he was doing in order to let Jungkook be comfortable. He continued his praises and kind words, his gentle smiles and questions.
"You've been doing well for your first session so far," he spoke, placing his hands in his lap as he caught the teen's gaze. "Jimin told me That You're here for-"
"Family issues..." Jungkook finished, crossing his arms over his chest in discomfort as he looked away. "I-I Know..."
"Can You tell me what those family issues are?" He questioned. "Jimin told me about Your Bruised Cheek, too. Your Father Caused it."
Jungkook froze, eyes widened at the question as his body stiffened up. Mr Kim watched intensely through narrowed eyes. It didn't take a genius to note Jungkook's discomfort, but the man needed to know these things in order for him to know how to approach and help Jungkook mentally.
The teenager whined, hiding his face into his hands in order to calm his nerves. He couldn't cry. He wasn't allowed to cry. "T-There's a lot of them." He choked out, muffled by his palms. "S-Sorry, I'm not allowed to cry.."
Taehyung watched the boy struggle, his brows creasing in understanding. The poor Teen was trembling, curling in on himself. "Everyone is allowed to Cry." He stated Simply. "Take your time. If you need to cry, please cry."
The Therapist had the Protective urge to comfort the distressed, Vulnerable young Boy, but he had his professionalism to maintain. He didn't hug his patients, yet something in his gut churned with seeing the teenager so sad.
