Therapeutic Love (BxB)

Chapter 3: Kyle

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Diary Entry 83: The date is July 5th, 2018. My birth name is Cho Kyuhyun but as I was adopted and brought to america, I have been Kyle May Janson for a long time.

It's been almost a month since I started therapy with Dr. Morrison. I struggle with depression and anxiety and I use a mix of pills and counseling to help balance me out. Xavier says its because of my past but doc seems to think otherwise. After I lost my family, back in South Korea when I was 7, I was sent into the foster care system. He thinks maybe with help ill be able to move on. Ill be fixed. I dont believe it's how my illness works but I hold on to hope, for his sake.

One day, a high class couple, pale skin and light hair, walked into my foster home. I had never met someone who was rich or white but my excitement quickly wore down in a matter of minutes after meeting them. 9 years later and my opinions still haven't changed. They were assholes. My father, he pushed off my therapy for as long as he could, not wanting people to know of my illness but teachers began to pester him about my mental health and he folded.

Despite the front they displayed, I knew I wasn't their son. Their donation to charity, more like. Their walking, talking, poor, orphaned, colored, proof of how good and humble and selfless they were. I had accepted that long ago.

It hadn't been all bad moving to america. I had Xavier. We met when I first moved in with the Janson's. Xavier's mother is a live-in maid for my adoptive parents and his father who is their chef, so we spent a lot of time together. Despite the double subtraction of our relation, they were the closest I had to a family. If it wasn't for them, I don't think I'd still be around.

Don't get me wrong, i'm aware of my fortune. Plenty of children from the home didn't receive all that I did. I was given money and convenience and a privileged life. Yet, I was nothing to them. And in a world where everyday I felt that nothingness, having a family who valued me as nothing more than a prize pony sure didn't help. But they had humanity which I guess was a comfort. They crossed lines sometimes and they always apologized for it. Only when they go too far which they miraculously acknowledged.

They have told me multiple times that they adopted due to infertility. And I was expected to take over my father's law firm and carry out their family legacy. Which means making my collage resume as beefy and colorful as possible. Get into an ivy league school, specifically Harvard, to go into law and business. So therefore I am now tutoring children. For free. Against my will.

I volunteered working for the Humane Society however. Sometimes working there was the only part of my day I looked forward to. The puppies and Kittens always cheered me up.

There's also my summer internship at my dads firm. So that's three jobs on top of high school and still. Zero dollars are being made. It's actually pretty amazing when you think about it..

Xavier keeps me sane. I didn't know any English at first and I wasn't comfortable with anyone yet. He was the first to get through to me. The only person I trust. He stayed with me during nightmares and helped me integrate into american society a little easier. He helped me learn English and I taught him some Korean.

We turned 13 and my father had had enough of us sharing a room but we still hung out whenever we could. Skateboarding, making music together, fucking around.

Middle school went a lot smoother. I was fluent in the language by then, Xaiv doing his best to equip me with the culture needed for pre teen boys in America. Turns out it was just a lot of call of duty.

The only things I really remembered were the 2 weeks I spent as a flute in band (quit that shit). The girl that killed herself in 7th grade and the boy who got cancer.