Published: 20190404
Synopsis: In which (Y/n) opens up to her new friend and doctor.
therapist!m.yg
(last part. Some things may be triggering to some readers so please read with caution)

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(Y/n) breathed in and forced herself to stop fumbling with her fingers.

As determination riled up in her, she looked up but faltered slightly at Yoongi's gaze.

"(Y/n), if I think I know what you're about to do I hope that you are ready. I will always be here no matter how long you make me wait." Yoongi said calmly and shut his notebook, pushing it to the side. (Y/n) bit her lip and closed her eyes, recalling the painful memories of her past. It overwhelmed her but she was sure to reveal it to him this time.

The only thing that was preventing her was herself. She needed guidance and she was willing to work her way to a point where she won't tremble at the mere thought of her tragic life.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring out the words. Her mouth was agape to finally speak out the truth. But she could only let tears flow in disappointment. She shut her mouth and doubled over while shoving her face into her hands.

"I-I can't!" (Y/n) cried out. Yoongi immediately stood up and put his hand on her shoulder.

"(Y/n), you don't have to-"(y/n) pushed his hand away and snapped her head to look at him.

"BUT I WANT TO! Y-you don't know how much I've been waiting to get it out of my system. I feel like I m-might burst and-and break any moment longer that I hold it in. Y-Yoongi, it hurts. It hurts so much and I just want to be free. It's been months - almost half a year - and I-I feel like the hard work you put into helping me is just useless. I f-feel like I'm going backward, f-falling down. Pushing a-away anyone who wants to help me. I'm a hopeless cause, someone not meant to live-" (Y/n) stutters were cut off by Yoongi pulling her into a hug. They both slumped to the floor as he held tightly onto her. Her arms stayed at her sides in shock as her heart fluttered slightly.

"You're not hopeless. You've shown immense progress faster than any patient I've ever had. You're getting better and you've put in the effort to. Don't let one thing tear down your whole process." He said into her (h/c) hair. Over the past few months, he had grown to fall in love with the girl, his patient. His determination to help her increased and his curiosity started to slowly rip him apart.

He wanted to know why she was so shut off to people. He wanted to know why she despised the world. He wanted to know so he could help her.

So he tried to open up.

"I'm...Min Yoongi." He said quietly but that stopped (y/n) from sobbing for a minute.

"I-I know that-"

"Just listen to me," He said. (Y/n) instantly went quiet. "My name is Min Yoongi, I was a part of an old boy band as a producer and member and now I work as a full-time therapist." He breathed in a shaky breath and pulled her closer as she tried to pull away. He didn't want her to see his face.

"Yoongi-"

"Our group was worldwide famous. We were the stars and proud faces of South Korea. We were loved and hated by so many people. We were hated so much to the point of taking legal actions. One time...a sasaeng managed to tear our group apart..." He cut off and closed his eyes from the painful memories.

"H-How...?" She asked hesitantly.

"She pretended to not know us. She got closer to us all through her job as a manager and we all fell in love with her. It was bliss for her, to have 7 of the most famous men after her. She fueled our desires and soon we started to fight ourselves. She broke us apart and we haven't seen each other in almost 4 years..." Yoongi felt a tear slide down his cheek at the thought of his brothers. Brothers who were together for so long only to break apart over an evil girl.

"So...you fell for her too?" (Y/n) quietly asked. Yoongi nodded a little.

"Ne. I fell for her stupid charms...but it was too late for us until I realized what she really was doing. Her actions caused me to close my heart and never fall for anyone again. My trust faltered in people, but my desire to help people just like I helped our fans were stronger. So I studied to become a professional therapist to help people in another way." He finished. He heard her gulp in nervousness.

"What...What was your bands' name...?" She hesitated to ask. Yoongi closed his eyes, knowing that she would be curious.

"BTS." He quietly said and waited for her reaction. He put this much trust in her to tell about his real identity. It was now the moment to see if she was a sasaeng or a fan or a patient. (Y/n) pulled away from the hug and cupped his face with her cold, small hands. Yoongi opened his eyes to see wide (e/c) eyes.

"Thank you for trusting in me enough to tell me this...I-I thought your voice was familiar and I spent n-nights awake thinking about it. I can't b-believe that my greatest reason for living to this day is still helping me even after the band broke apart." She smiles softly as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I-I have helped you before?" He asked in awe. She nodded and wiped away her tears.

"With your music. Your beautiful lyrics were the only things keeping me alive through my hardships. Even after the band broke apart, my ears and heart still yearned for your voices. I've kept the albums and playlists since then and I've always listened to them for anxiety attacks or desperate times." She smiled at the memory of her being a fangirl in her room.

"What caused your desperate times...?" Yoongi asked hesitantly. (Y/n)'s smile faltered slightly but she breathed in and closed her eyes.

She was ready. She knew she was ready.

"I..."

Nothing can stop her from moving on.

"Well..."

Not even herself. She just needed a small push.

"...You can do it, (y/n)..."

(Y/n) opened her eyes and looked into Yoongi's deeply and intently.

"...I am a victim of physical and verbal domestic abuse..." Yoongi's eyes widened in surprise as his fist shut in anger. Who would dare to hurt someone like her?

"You useless w***e!" A smack echoed throughout the empty apartment.

"I had a boyfriend that seemed perfect. I was sure he loved me, we had been high school sweethearts. I opened up to him about everything; my life, my worries, my depression."

"...Hey, we should get married after high school." He suddenly said. (y/n)'s head snapped towards him and she laughed.

"Sure, sounds fun."

"I just didn't know that he would use them all against me later in life..." (Y/n) laughed humorlessly at her stupidity. Yoongi could only stare at her in worry and pity.

"I don't have the best family or life..."

"That's okay with me. I want to be in your life. I could be your family if only you'd let me."

"It all started after I moved in with him," (Y/n) leaned back against the couch while running her fingers through her hair. Yoongi and (Y/n)'s legs were now tangled together as they sat on the floor. "He started manipulating me, controlling me and I turned a blind eye to the truth. He kept me away from friends, family, and the whole world, shutting me in his apartment for the duration I was with him."

He dangled shiny keys in front of her with a grin. She clapped her hands and jumped in happiness.

"You managed to find one?!"

"Of course babygirl. Nothing is impossible for me. I'd do anything for you. So, you wanna move in?"

"Oh my gosh, of course!"

"I could never go out, I could never go anywhere without telling him. I even had to ask to go to the bathroom."

"Babygirl, where are you going?"

"S-Sorry, I had to go to the bathroom..."

"Well do your business quickly then, don't keep me waiting for too long."

"He shut me away from the world, slowly making me into his puppet. His love was fake, all he wanted was a good f**k buddy that was easy to reach and handle." (Y/n) trembled and suddenly felt dirty, disgusted by her body.

"Babe...I'm tired and sore. I also have work...can we stop for the night?"

"Just quit your job, I'm financially stable for the both of us...Now let me finish-"

"I knew he cheated. He brought home many girls before, locking me in my room until they left."

"B-Babe...?" (Y/n) crept into the room he was in but found a girl by his side. She was sleeping soundly while he woke up because of (y/n).

"What the f**k do you want? I'm tired as hell."

"I-I had a nightmare and I was wondering-"

"F**k your nightmare. Get over it. Now leave me alone, I'm sleepy."

"He barely fed me, saying I needed to be thin so I was easy to carry. He called me fat and worthless whenever I ate too much or did something wrong."

She took a sip of the soup timidly and bit her lip at the taste. It had been so long since she had ramen and she was starving. Without watching herself, she instantly started to gobble up the food.

"Jesus Christ, you fata*s. You eat like a pig. Now your face is gonna be puffy and ugly. You're going on a diet-"

"But I didn't even eat much!"

"You dare disrupt me?! Who the f**k is taking care of you right now? ME. So shut up you worthless pig and listen to me. Only I know what's best for you and what's not. YOU. KNOW. NOTHING."

"I was his maid, his toy, his doll. I was not a person who had emotions or feelings - no - to him, I was only a luxury plaything."

"Babygirl come here." He commanded. (Y/n) limped slowly towards him as he pats his lap. She instantly sat in it while he pets her hair and kisses her lovingly.

"You know that I'm doing things in your best interest. Forgive me for being so harsh to you." He said while kissing her neck. She didn't even react, her eyes were dull as she just pulled him closer.

"You're forgiven..."

"He has called me many pet names. He never used my real name. It had been so long since I've heard it that I almost forget my own name. He'd only use my real name if I was in trouble...and those were the worst times."

"(Y/n)." He called out. (Y/n) instantly left the bedroom only dressed in a large t-shirt. She knew if she took too long that it would only make things worse.

He caressed her cheek once she stood in front of him. Suddenly he grabbed her face in his large hand and forced her to look up.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." He said firmly but strangely calm. (Y/n)'s fear heightened and for the first time in her life, she felt scared for herself.

"Do you know why I called you in here?" She shook her head mutely. (Y/n) recalled the past few days but found nothing that would make her be in trouble.

"LIAR!" He screamed and pulled (Y/n)'s hair, shoving her to the floor. He kicked her stomach and she cried out in pain.

"His playthings always spent time plotting against me. They wanted him for themselves and I was a mere weak obstacle in their way." (Y/n)'s hand was grabbed by Yoongi and was caressed gently and calmingly.

"HOW DARE YOU LIE TO ME!" He stepped on her face, smashing it into the floorboards. She opened her eyes slightly to see a woman smirking behind him.

"I didn't do anything-" She was cut off by him dragging her by the leg into his bedroom.

"N-no! W-Wait! I d-didn't do anything! P-please let m-me go! No! NO!" She pleaded. She desperately clawed at the floorboards to stop but to no avail. Her body began flailing around more and more as he ripped off her and his clothes.

"NO!"

"I knew I couldn't stay in that house any longer. It had been almost two years before I finally figured out how to escape." (Y/n) trembled at the memory as Yoongi's eyes started to water.

"Babygirl...? What the f**k are you doing?" He rubbed his eyes tiredly and stared at the girl in the kitchen. She smiled and ignored her aching face.

"Breakfast. Want some blueberries in your pancake?"

"I didn't kill him. I should've, but I didn't. I risked everything for that one moment. The one opportunity I would get to escape that hell hole."

(Y/n) packed the albums into a small bag as well as clothes. She held her stash of money tightly in her hand as she hid the bag near the front door. She mentally prepared herself and hid behind the front door, a frying pan in her hand.

The door started to unlock and (y/n) felt her heart beating faster.

It was time.

"Babygirl! I'm home-" He was cut off by (y/n) smashing the pan into his face. He yelled out a curse as (Y/n) pushed him out the door. (y/n) didn't give him a chance to react before straddling him. She repeatedly smashed his face with a pan while grunting and crying until he lost consciousness. She let the pan slide out of her hands and snatched her bag. Her baggy pants made her trip as she ran down the hallway onto the street hysterically.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!"

"I never felt so alive. It took me so long to get some strength back but I finally did it. I looked for help and finally arrested that motherf****r." (Y/n) started to cry as she finally looked up.

Yoongi was crying.

"J-Jesus christ (y/n)..." He wiped his nose and embraced her tightly. He rubbed her back in small, light circles as they both cried together.

"You're so brave...you're not weak, you're the strongest person I know. You've done so much to get to this point in your life." Yoongi whispered. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his torso and grasped his shirt tightly.

"I'm so glad to be alive right now. I finally get to meet my savior - the person I fought hard for." (y/n) wailed and rubbed her face into his shoulder.

"I fought for you too. I rapped so you could fight for yourself and it looks like it worked. (Y/n)...I've never felt this before. I admire you so much and I'm afraid it might be something more..." Yoongi pulled away and stared into her eyes. He was mesmerized. He analyzed her face, trying to remember every detail of it. He never wanted to erase her from his mind. (y/n) and Yoongi used their thumbs to wipe the others' tears simultaneously. They both chuckled at their actions.

"I'm afraid too, Yoongi..." She confessed. (y/n) couldn't help but look into his pitch black eyes, imprinting them into her memory. This was a lucky opportunity. She was currently meeting the eyes of her savior, the person who helped her, and saved her from suicide attempts. He helped unknowingly through his passions and he was still helping her to this day.

She loved him.

Not as an idol. Not as a doctor. But as himself.

Yoongi was headstrong and determined while intelligent. He knew when to step back and when to voice his opinions. His lazy stature was a mere mirage for he was actually a hard worker who never stopped for anything.

(y/n) didn't know if this was fate or a bad idea. But she couldn't help but feel affection for the doctor.

"Do you really think this is okay?" She whispered, not noticing that her hands cupped his cheeks.

"If only you're ready." He whispered back and started to lean in, eyeing her lips. She leaned in as well as he bit his lips and started to shut his eyes.

"With you as my therapist, I'm ready for anything."

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(whoa, whoa sugadaddy;>)
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