"Taehyung seems like a very lively person," she remarks, slightly leaning forwards. "I don't mean to interrupt but is he why you're how you are?"

"I don't like to admit it," I gulp. "But, yes, he is the reason. That stupid boy messes with me every day."

"So you have known each other since you were five?" She writes something on a piece of paper. "That's an awfully long time to be friends, you must be very close to him."

"I thought I was," I look away from her gaze. "But obviously I wasn't close enough or I wouldn't be sitting here, I would be out doing idiotic stuff with him that I'd regret the morning after."

"Did he hurt you?" Her voice turns stern. "In what way?"

"Physically, he would never hurt me. I can't even imagine him raising a hand to me, he's one of those people that need to be protected with bubble wrap every single second." I smile slightly. "He didn't mean to hurt me emotionally, I know that, but it's hard to try and convince myself that this isn't all his fault. He's such an idiot.."

"Do you mind telling me more memories of you and Taehyung?" Her eyes are nervous, wondering if she went too far. "You have already told me plenty enough today so it's okay if you don't want to carry on."

"I am fine," I lie. "I can tell you more, I want to get this over and done with."

"I understand," her lips curve slightly. "Please, proceed."