therapy ➳ park jimin

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The only thought racing through Lina's mind as she hesitantly pushed open the heavy, white door was 'I do not belong here'.

Inside of the respectably large room sat a collection of uniquely attired teenagers, around her age, seated in plastic chairs in a circular arrangement. Her curious eyes flickered towards a relatively short man, early 30's, maybe, standing in the centre of the circle with an overly enthusiastic, bright smile prominent on his freckled face. When the unnecessarily heavy door finally closed, sending an echoed announcement throughout the spacious room, all eyes diverted into Lina's direction, startled at her unexpected arrival.

"Ah, Angelina!" The man shouted, his grin not faltering, motioning for her to join them. "Welcome! My name is Yejun. Please, take a seat."

She nodded and glanced around the group, briefly examining each individual before taking a seat beside a blue haired, pierced and vexed-looking girl with severe hesitance. She attempted to offer a halfhearted smile towards the irritated girl but she was only gifted with an emotionless stare in return.

"Right, let's get started," Yejun announced, clapping his hands together which only encouraged Lina's heavy urge to roll her eyes. "Why don't we introduce ourselves? Blue hair, you start."

The girl adjacent to Lina stood, releasing a heavy sigh. "My name is Subin, I'm eighteen and I'm depressed."

Lina sunk back into her chair, shocked at Subin's bluntness as she took a seat once again.

"You next," Yejun nodded in Lina's direction and she obliged, standing like Subin had done and looked around at the whole group.

"Hello, I'm Angelina, but please, call me Lina. It's nice to meet you all, I guess, although the situation isn't exactly ideal," she chuckled humorously, followed by a deafening silence. "My mom forced me into coming here, I don't think that I'm depressed, I'm just sad sometimes."

Unsure as to what else to say, Lina sat back down and took a sudden interest in the ends of her sleeves which she began to subconsciously play with. Lina heard a snigger beside her and when she rotated her head to the side, she noticed Subin smirking at her and she immediately looked away, intimidated.

"You sound petrified." Subin chuckled quietly as Yejun instructed the next teen to stand.

"Hello, my name is Yoongi and I, too, am depressed. I signed myself up for this because I want to get better."

Lina smiled at the sight of the shy, blonde boy who habitually intwined his hands together over and over again. Beside him, a taller boy with maroon hair stood and Lina resisted the urge to widen her eyes at his appearance because, damn, that boy was fine, she thought.

"I'm Jimin," he started and Lina felt herself practically melt at his voice. "And I'm an artist. I'm an artist who is sad, and I have an empty canvas but no paint."

"What a wonderful analogy!" Yejun exclaimed, interrupting Lina from the trance Jimin had unknowingly set upon her.

Everything from his sharp jaw, to his round, somewhat empty and emotionless, hazel eyes, to his high cheekbones and messy red hair, seemed to be simply perfect in Lina's eyes. But he looked sad, extremely sad, and lost.

"I'm Jungkook, I'm sixteen and I'm also, surprise surprise, depressed." The next boy introduced quickly before occupying his chair again.

"This is bullshit." Subin muttered almost incoherently but loud enough for everybody to hear.

All eyes snapped towards her, including Lina's, and she only shrugged carelessly, her emerald and eyeliner painted eyes wandering over the group of sad souls.

"I'm being serious," she spoke again. "We're all depressed, okay, Yejun? We don't need to announce it to the world. Let's just say our names and get this over with."

Yejun frowned but nodded, nevertheless. "Okay, names it is, then."

"Minseo," A short, black haired girl with perfectly applied makeup spoke quietly.

"I'm Namjoon," Another boy with blonde hair spoke in a deep voice.

"My name is Jiwoo." The final member of the group spoke, her shy eyes glancing over the group.

"Okay, let's get started!" Yejun cheered as if they were about to sing a song or something. "Let's all say one word to describe how we're currently feeling. Subin, you start."

"Pissed off,"

"That's tw-"

"I don't care. Next," She snapped.

"Um, alright, I guess." Lina mumbled in a string of shy, almost incoherent mutters.

"Tired," Yoongi contributed.

Next, it was Jimin's turn. "Sad,"

"We plan to change that." Yejun said softly, offering Jimin a genuine smile which he felt physically unable to return.

As the session continued, Lina couldn't help but wonder why she was there. Of course, she fell into a state of sadness sometimes, but isn't that what happens to everyone? Everyone in that room were so much worse off than her, she thought, underestimating the severity of sadness she often feels.

As she repeatedly contemplated her purpose for sitting in that chair, she couldn't help but to send a quick glance towards Jimin who stared sadly at the tiled flooring, and inside her mind, she knew she had to help that boy whom she didn't even know.

She had to hand him the paint for his canvas.