2 Week Later

Y/N'S POV

It's been a week of being the psychiatrist for Jungkook and it hasn't been that bad. My neck had healed quite well and the bruise had turned yellow, making it unnoticeable, but I was more pleased with the progress Jungkook was making.

We'd gotten along and had little friendly conversations whilst I wrote things down collecting data. And recently, since he hasn't tried anything scandalous, that Mrs Min knew of, I convinced her to downgrade him from his straight jacket to just handcuffs.

And people are always weary once the changes are complete because when you have a straitjacket, it's very hard to hurt someone, but with cuffs, it can be much easier. But I trusted him not to do anything, and he hasn't.

I knew that today I was going to give him a diagnosis. And I don't know what brought me to it, but I wanted him to completely trust me, just as I do for him.

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"I need the keys, Jimin," I ordered, putting my hand out as he stood there dumbfounded and a slightly angry glint in his eyes arising.

"Why the hell would you need the keys, Y/n!" he yelled, fury evident in his voice.

"Please Jimin, I just need the keys for his wing cuffs, nothing else, not even his handcuffs! I know he won't try anything,"

"And how do you know that? He's a cold-blooded, manipulative murderer and he can't be changed, Y/n," he stated which just made me scoff. Anyone could change, even Jungkook.

"Jimin, please. I always have the emergency button on me if he tries anything. So, if he tried to do something, I'll just press it and you'll come in to stop whatever was happening," I pleaded. "Please,"

I looked into his eyes with sadness, and he just sighed.

"You know I can't resist your annoyingness," he groaned and scrubbed his face before digging into his pockets. He presents me with a small pair of two keys, making me smile.

"Thank you so much!" I squealed, making him chuckle stiffly under his breath. "See you soon!" Walking away and clutching the keys in my hand, as if it was going to disappear any second.

Today's going to be great! I smiled to myself.

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I was writing down notes in my booklet before there was a loud beep and my head snapped to the door to see a very grumpy Jimin and blank-faced Jungkook. As I smiled them over, Jungkook plopped into his seat whilst Jimin stormed out, without a word and I let out a sigh. When Jimin left, Jungkook would usually let down his walls and relax.

"What was that all about?" Jungkook questioned with an arrogant smile, staring at me intently like he always did. I'm not sure why he did but I guess it couldn't be helped and besides, I didn't mind. His eyes, with yellow irises, looked beautiful, even with the walls of ice in them.

I sighed and then responded, "Well he isn't very happy about the surprise I'm going to give you."

He tilted his head in confusion but shrugged it off and continued to listen to me.

"But before that, I'm going to have to give you a final diagnosis, since I've found one and need to let you know" I announced.

"Final diagnosis?" he questioned still confused

"Yes." I started "As psychologists, we try to see if you have any mental or physical illnesses to make sure they can be accommodated and helped. Also, just to make yourself aware of it. It can help sometimes, and I have made one discovery." I finished looking up at him. I was a tiny bit nervous to confront him, but I convinced myself to be otherwise.

"You have Bipolar I Disorder," I said slowly, trying not to aggravate him.

He looked up from the piece of paper I passed him that had information on it but all he did was scrunch up his face, making me laugh lightly. "And this is important, why?" he scoffs at the paper crumpling in his grasp.

"So that you can get treatment for it." He's still lost so I decided to simplify it for him.

"So, over the weeks I have been observing your behavior and have concluded that you have Bipolar disorder. In a simple summary, you can have a sudden change in emotion from happy to angry to sad, or energetic to sluggish. Anything of the sort. Also, there may be depressive or manic episodes. Sometimes it happens without intention." I mumbled the last part and I heard a chuckle from the other side, and I looked up to see Jungkook smiling at me and staring, which made my face turn red in an instant. "Are you even listening to me?" I sigh.

"Can't help looking, Angel. Your smile's too memorizing" he said in a low chuckle making me look away with red cheeks once again. Why is this happening to me?

"My name is Doctor Lee," I said sternly but my tone came out weaker than expected.

Taking in the atmosphere, it looked to be light-hearted enough. I let a deep breath in and out and got up out of my seat making Jungkook flinch as I started walking over to him.

"What are you doing?" he said in a low voice, almost making me back away. Almost.

"I'm just giving you your second surprise," I said, but he still seemed unsure as I got closer to him.

I slowed down as I got closer to him and came to a stop as I was next to his wings, which I had admired from afar for so long that it was amazing to see this close.

I had never been this close to him until now and it felt right.

"What are you doing? " he repeated, his eyes wandering all over me to see what I was doing, but I ignored him and tenderly took the locks on his wings in my hand as I unlocked it with the key.

As I did the first one it clanked loose and fell to the floor and I could feel Jungkook tense, his body became still as stone. I slowly walked to the other side and did the other wing, the chain fell to the floor with a clang.

I backed away from him and stood at his side waiting for him to react. His head was hung low, and the strands of his black hair covered his face, but he remained quiet.

The room stayed like that for a minute in silence and I started getting worried. Then suddenly he started moving his wings and they raised so that they were spread out and bent up slightly. And I could see that if they were stretched to their full extent, they would fill the room.

"Jungkook-" I started saying until I was suddenly pulled back harshly and pinned onto a wall, in a matter of a few seconds.

I gasped for air in surprise, all of it being pushed out of me. My eyes shot open to see Jungkook with a dark scowl on his face, his forearm pressing against my neck,

I wince at the pressure on my near-healed bruised throat but remain looking Jungkook in the eye. He was furious, hair  and body rigid. The frost in his eyes melted with anger.

"WHY?!" he screamed, his voice echoing around the room.

His arm pushes on my neck further and my eyes water as I run out of breath faster.

I thin my lips and continue to look at him. He was doing this as a defensive action, doing this to reject other feelings arising. As my hands were by my side. I could feel the emergency button in my pocket nudging against my hand, and I could've pressed it at any second, but I didn't. I didn't want to.

I was running out of breath quickly, but I had to hold on. For him.

I stared at him softly and his face deflated from anger, giving in to his other emotions. He looked confused and angry and then in a moment, he did something else that I didn't expect.

He hugged me. The pressure on my neck was relieved and he put his trapped hands to his side and leaned forward and onto me, head resting into the crane of my shoulder, the warmth radiating off him and onto me.

I stood there. Frozen in surprise until I finally reacted. I hugged him back.

"Why?" he asks brokenly.

"Everyone deserves a second chance," I muttered sadly. I felt his body loosen, and he folded his wings so that they were tucked behind his back, showing he was okay. Making me smile.

"Even you," I whispered.

After a minute of silence and hugging each other he tore it apart and looked away from my gaze. I knew it was just because he probably wasn't used to hugs, but I didn't mind.

As I approached him again slowly, I could see that he was tense, and I wondered on the spot what I should say.

"So," I started softly and he turned around to look at me. "Would you like to get back to the session?"

He nodded and went to sit on his seat, and I sat on the other. I smiled at him showing that everything was okay, he gave me a little grin which took me aback.I had never seen him smile so genuinely before, without a smug or sarcastic hint before. It made me feel at ease.

I continued the previous conversation. "Any more questions about this topic?" I asked, and he took a moment to answer but did.

"How do you manage it? Do you deal with it over time? Pills-"

"No pills," I said quickly. Nearly too quickly. He looked up at me with a raised eyebrow and I pushed down the truth.

"I just think that therapy is the best option," I explained but I could see that he was still skeptical.

"So, I could schedule some extra and longer sessions to deal with that whilst these sessions would be to deal with your overall problems," I said, overlooking my schedule to see if I had free periods and sure enough, I did.

"Sounds great, Angel" Jungkook thanked me with a smirk, making me sigh. I was enjoying a courteous Jungkook

"Doctor Lee to you." I corrected it as the timer went with a loud beep.

As Jimin went into the room I could see he was expecting something bad to be seen, and when he didn't see anything, he grunted.

"Get up, kid" he demanded as he picked up the chains from the floor and started to put them on his wings. But when he finished and tried to get Jungkook off the chair roughly, he stopped as Jungkook turned his head to Jimin, in a way so that I couldn't see his, he must've mouthed something or made a face enough to make the guard be quiet and move without another hitch.

As the pair walked out once again, Jungkook looked back at me, a thing he did on multiple occasions.

As I gave him a raised eyebrow as if to say, 'What did you do?'
He smirked back to say, 'Not telling,'

The door slammed behind them, and I let out another breathily sigh walking back to my distant cabinet, and pulling out a key to unlock it. Picking the container up, picking one pill from inside and swallowing it. Two more wouldn't hurt today.

And with that I gulped down more and walked out of the office, feeling a bit more ready for the rest of the day.

As I was walking through the hall, I heard my name being called and I turned around to see that it was my boss once again.

"Doctor Lee! Hello!" she said hurrying as quickly as she could in her high heels. I smiled at her as I walked toward her too.

"Hi, Mrs Min!" I chirped and without missing a beat she started to explain the situation that was going on with the prison.

"Okay, so I need to cut to the chase. Fast. The best scientists in the state said that they would pay big bucks to have Jungkook Jeon tested and examined!" she exclaimed with a grin, but the news made my blood run cold. "They will be coming here tomorrow afternoon to see if they want to take him or not. But if they do, we will be rich, this prison will be rich!"

She was going to sell Jungkook off to scientists.

After I had just gained most of Jungkook's trust and now it was going to be ruined by this money-blind woman. I needed to think of something fast.

"W-well can I come and see?" I said, trying not to sound suspicious. The gleam of greediness in her eyes fades away and she looks straight at me with curious eyes but agrees with my question.

"Sure, why not! And I have to warn you, Y/n. If you can't make any more progress in the next few days, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to sell him off if we can't turn him to the good side.'"

You're not 'afraid' at all. I thought as she turned around to make another phone call and then walked off with her heels clacking on the floor.

What should I do? I can't let him down now, but why was I even thinking that? He's a patient. Just a patient to me. But he was still human, partly at least. I couldn't let him fall back into his old life, he trusted me not to allow it.

As I strutted out of the office I made a promise to myself.

To make sure that he wouldn't be hurt.

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