Chapter 36

"Get your ass back here." "Nope," Jimin sighed before taking a puff of his cigarette as he held his phone up to his ear. "Daddy bought you some cake." "Can daddy fuck off?" Jimin smiled to himself. Yoongi was far from smiling though. 

"You know...I get upset when you disrespect me like that. Tell me baby, why are you acting like such a brat lately?" Jimin huffed. "Because you're gonna get me a therapist and I don't want that!" Yoongi rolled his eyes. 

"What's so bad about it?" "...I don't want to admit that I need help," the boy mumbled. Even though letting those words out of this mouth, was already kind of admitting it. "But Jimin, there's nothing wrong with getting help. I think you need someone to talk to. Someone who isn't me or your friends. It's good to let it all out." Jimin sighed as he did his best to not cry. 

"I'm scared..." "Of what baby?" Yoongi went with the softer tone when he could hear the younger's voice slightly cracking. "What if they send me to some mental hospital...if I voice out my thoughts...it'll sound crazy to some people." He was almost whispering by now. "Jimin...if that were to happen...it's not a bad thing, they're not bad places. Trust me, I've been there myself when I was your age. It's good." 

Jimin shook his head even though the older couldn't see him. "I'm sorry," Jimin finally cried. "Ar-are you mad at me?" Yoongi huffed. Of course he was. "What do you think?" "Can you just pick me up? I need you." "Of course, I'll be there soon." Yoongi sighed before hanging up. 

"That boy is gonna be the death of me," he mumbled before getting in his car and driving to Wiheom street. Even though it only took about a minute in the car, he figured Jimin didn't wanna walk. Jimin was sitting outside of Namjoon and Hoseok's place. 

Chilling on the steps of the couple stairs that was in front of the front door, as people passed by him, but not without sparing him a look. People watched as they saw the Min Yoongi enter Wiheom street, and walk straight to his boyfriend who remained on the stairs. 

Yoongi nodded his head towards the car, and Jimin took his hand before being led away by his boyfriend. Yoongi didn't start the car immediately when they both got in. Instead he turned in his seat to look at Jimin. Jimin, who was staring at his lap with pouted lips, waiting to be scolded. 

"You can't keep walking out every single time we disagree on something. And you can't keep going against me and disrespect me, you ungrateful- look at me when I'm talking to you," Yoongi grabbed Jimin's chin and lifted it up. 

"I am trying to help you Jimin. Your parents got divorced, and then your whole family left you. Everyone besides your brother. I'm sorry to tell you this, but that is not something a teenager can just get over. Or anyone else for that matter. You can curse at me all you want, but you're gonna do as I say." 

Yoongi saw tears forming in Jimin's eyes, making him take his hand off his chin. He drove home. Jimin went in as soon as Yoongi unlocked the door. He took his shoes off, as well as his jacket and went straight to Yoongi's bedroom. 

"Why are you crying?" "I don't know...but I'm going back to school tomorrow so just let me sleep for the entire day." Yoongi nodded. "Want me to come cuddle you?" "No," Jimin sniffled on Yoongi's pillow. 

By now, Yoongi had learnt that Jimin never knew what he needed. He knew, but that knowledge was locked deeply away for Jimin to ignore. Yoongi took off his jacket before getting under the covers. He put an arm around Jimin. 

"You suck at respecting my choices." "And you suck at listening to your heart. You don't need to be alone right now." Jimin turned around to his other side, so that Yoongi was no longer spooning him as he buried his face in the older's chest. He let himself be held by Yoongi for the entire day.

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Jimin had his arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed and pouty lips. "If you're good, we can go to the candy store that's a few shops away from mine, and I'll get you whatever you want." Yoongi sighed when Jimin didn't answer. 

"It's gonna be fine baby," he spoke as he squeezed Jimin's tiny hand. The now brunette, softened up and nodded his head before getting out of Yoongi's car. Jimin had to admit, he was kind of scared. But the therapist or whatever he was, was someone Yoongi knew. 

And even though he was mad at him for forcing him to going to a place like this, he trusted Yoongi more than he trusted himself. Jimin was becoming way too attached to Yoongi for his own good. 

He was welcomed by a petite lady, who led him into the waiting room. Everything was silent. Jimin felt kind of empty as he looked around the grey shaded place. "Park Jimin?" There he was. He was tall, Jimin thought. He had silky black hair and was in his late-twenties. "Follow me," he smiled. 

Jimin followed the tall male into a room, where he was quickly offered a seat. Jimin felt so awkward. What was he supposed to talk about with this man? "You can just call me Dowon, Jimin-ah," he spoke, catching his attention. 

Jimin looked up before he slowly nodded. He could see what Yoongi meant when he told him that Jimin seemed...distant. Even if he was right there in front of you (or under you). 

"Yoongi, your boyfriend contacted me." Jimin nodded, he already knew that. "Could you maybe tell me why he thinks you need... help?" The boy took his time to what seemed like thinking, but in reality, his mind was just blank. "I think he's scared that I'll hurt myself. Which is stupid." 

"Is it?" 

"Hm?"

 "Is it...stupid? Don't you think Yoongi has his reasons to think that you would hurt yourself." Jimin shrugged. I guess. "I say things...he just takes them too seriously." Dowon sighed. "Did anything happen, for you to get like this I mean." Jimin shrugged again, even though answer was quite clear. 

"Parent's got the divorced and my family left me because I have a boyfriend. Keyword: boy," he said in a monotone. "So where are you currently living?" "With Yoongi," he mumbled. Dowon nodded. 

"Is it tough? Yoongi's quite older than you, you know." "Yeah...it's good though. Yoongi's the only adult in my life, I need him." "Do you perhaps, subconsciously, see Yoongi as a parental figure?" "I don't think Yoongi made me come here to discuss my daddy issues with you," Jimin snapped. Dowon only nodded.

"So why did he make you come here exactly?" "I told yo-" "Answer honestly this time, Jimin-ah." "...I'm depressed. Of course I would be, my mom doesn't want to talk to me and my dad won't even look at me." Really, Jimin was in a situation where it would be weird for him to not be depressed. And Dowon told him that, making Jimin feel more okay with his constant sadness. 

"You don't need to talk about your feelings with someone like me Jiminie, you need your parents. But you can't force them to accept you, not if they're set on how they think." "So...that's it? I'm just gonna have to accept the fact that my family hates me? Just...move on and pretend like I never knew them?" Dowon shook his head. 

"As a teenager, no one, including me and Yoongi as well, can ask you to accept that. We can't tell you to just move on and be independent, because a boy your age simply can't, and you're not supposed to." "What am I supposed to do?" Jimin's eyes watered, and Dowon pitied the boy. He sounded so desperate for an answer. 

"Since you're under eighteen and Yoongi is not your legal guardian..." Jimin shook his head. "N-no, you can't-" "I'm not gonna do anything, relax...but if your self-destructive thoughts do become more of a problem in your everyday...I do have to do something about that Jimin." Jimin nodded. 

"Honestly Jimin, it seems like you've got it all. I know you're one of the best students in your school. From what I've heard you have amazing friends even if there's not many of them. And you have someone to love romantically as well, someone who loves you back. You just lack the one thing that many people would consider the most important..." Jimin gulped. 

"Family..." 

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This story is becoming way too long, and I need Your help to a good ending: PLS HELP.

dw, I have a new vkook book coming out when this ends.