Days went by.

Taehyung kept missing his therapy appointments. His therapist would call to remind him, and Taehyung would come up with an excuse every single time. "I'm getting some work done, can we reschedule?"

Taehyung had called back and rescheduled three times in a row now, much to his therapist's disapproval. The man told Taehyung that if he didn't show up for the next scheduled appointment then he'd have to send someone to go do a wellness check on him.

Taehyung sure as hell didn't want that. Nobody was allowed inside the dorm. Nobody was allowed to see how he'd been working on his creations. Pictures and clay were scattered everywhere. Old clay that he'd messed up on, and new clay that was currently formed into feet.

Jin's feet.

Jin's feet that barely looked like real feet.

Aish...

He decided the first sculpture would be Jin because he knew once Jin came back to life, he'd get a proper scolding if he hadn't made Jin's new body first. Taehyung couldn't help but laugh to himself thinking of Jin scolding him for such a thing.

He spent day and night practicing nonstop to get the features just perfect.

But perfection wouldn't come. No matter how much he worked at it, things just weren't looking right. He wouldn't give up though, and spent every waking moment working.

A few more days had gone by before an alarm on his phone reminded him that he had his therapy appointment today.

Damnit.

Even the briefest of interruptions felt like such a waste of precious time. Every set back and hold up meant more minutes taken away from sculpting his brothers.

He also knew he needed to go to therapy in order to keep people from coming to his home. He called for an Uber and made it to his appointment. This office was much nicer and had more color to it than the one in the inpatient facility, as there were actual photos on the walls and nice decor on the tables.

He met with the same therapist he'd had this whole time, and the plan was to spew a bunch of happy bullshit in order to get out of that place sooner and head back home so he could get back to work.

"Yes, I have been taking my medications every day. Twice a day, just as the sheet said. I've been into some new hobbies, and even working on some music a little bit." Taehyung kept feeding his therapist bullshit. He hadn't taken a single pill since the day he'd gotten home. There was no sense in being one with reality. The world he'd created in his mind and his home was the world he wanted to be in.

"That's fantastic news to hear. I'm so glad things are headed in the correct direction for you," the therapist replied.

"Me too." Taehyung gritted his teeth hoping this would end soon. Thankfully it did. With so many positive things to say, the therapist didn't see the need to offer much advice. Taehyung shook the man's hand and was reminded about their appointment next week.

"Yes, yes. I will be here." Whether that was true or not, Taehyung wasn't sure.

He caught a ride back to his dorm and immediately got started on watching more sculpting tutorials.  His frustration grew immensely as he began to realize he wasn't getting the hang of this. As he continuously tried to sculpt Jin, everything was out of place. Proportions were incorrect. Sizes and shoulder widths were incorrect.

Everything is fucking incorrect.