Jungkook wanted to fight tooth and nail to not let manager Shik even look at that list of recommended therapists. He knew the man would pick the worst possible one, and then not give him a choice to change it. Probably by force, somehow.

He also knew better than to cause a scene. It was a lose/lose situation no matter what. He gave his leader a disappointed look, why couldn't we have just picked someone ourselves? He hated how much everyone trusted and respected Shik. The man didn't deserve it. However he somewhat blamed himself, from his hyungs perspective they had absolutely no reason not to trust the man. It's not like Jungkook was ever honest with them anymore.

They ended their meeting and headed for their photo shoot. Unfortunately the stylists had to change Jungkook's photo concept. They originally had him in a crop top but couldn't do that if he had bad bruises poking out.

The staff members were really concerned for him and told him they were sorry that fans were able to hurt him. The rest of the members overheard them and also felt extremely sorry. They had already told Jungkook they'd be more aware and protective.

There wasn't much time for sulking however, as the members had a lot of catching up to do. They knew they needed to get their asses in gear after that call out yesterday. The photo-shoot went smoothly, although it took the majority of the day. While the members were getting ready to head home Shik had gathered them and told them he had found a good therapist and set Jungkook up with an appointment, for tomorrow.

"Oh wow, that was quick," Taehyung said.

"The sooner we help him, the better, right?" Shik smiled and patted Jungkook on the shoulder before leaving.

Namjoon looked at the appointment schedule and saw the address and that the appointment was for 2:30. That wasn't bad, they didn't have anything going on after about noon tomorrow.

"This is why I had him do it, I knew he'd figure out the scheduling better than I could have." Namjoon smiled and gave Jungkook a small hug. "Don't be nervous, okay? It will be fine." Jungkook stared at the ground.

Yeah, I'm sure it will.

Back at the dorm, Jungkook was quiet. He was overthinking about tomorrow and seeing a therapist. He didn't know what he was supposed to tell them. Therapists usually needed all the deep details, he wasn't planning on providing that. He really only agreed to this to make his hyungs happy. Namjoon suggested at least one week, and that's all Jungkook planned for.

In bed that night, Taehyung noticed Jungkook laying there playing with one of his new fidget toys.

Taehyung sat up in bed. "Nervous?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Don't be. They are going to help you."

"What if they can't?" It's not like Jungkook planned on telling them the truth anyway. A therapist can't stop his manager from beating the hell out of him every chance he got.

"I'm sure they can. Don't overthink it. It'll be fine. And maybe some of us can go with you. I mean if that's what you want. I could go in with you if that would make you feel better," Taehyung suggested.

Jungkook actually really liked that idea. Whoever Shik had in mind probably wouldn't mistreat him if one of his hyungs was in the room. And he wasn't going to spill secrets so it's not like Taehyung would hear anything all that concerning anyway.

"Is that allowed? I would appreciate you coming. I think that would help," Jungkook asked.

" I don't see why it wouldn't be." Taehyung lay back down in his bed and then Jin popped in.

"Just came to say goodnight," Jin said as he made his way in and stood between the two. "You two okay?"

"Hyung I want to go to Jungkook's therapy appointment with him tomorrow, you know just for moral support, if that's okay," Taehyung mentioned to Jin.

Jin looked at Jungkook. "If that's what you want, I'm sure they will let him. I already offered to the others that I would bring you too, if that's cool with you."

"That's fine," Jungkook replied as he cuddled up under his blanket.

Jin kissed them both on the forehead and said goodnight one more time before disappearing out of the room. The two both quickly fell asleep. They couldn't thank Hobi enough for the weighted blankets.

The next morning had been busy, they still had to finish up some stuff with the photo shoot and then they did a group VLIVE for ARMY to make up for the one they didn't do directly after their last performance. They went home after that and Jin told Taehyung and Jungkook they needed to start getting ready to go.

Jungkook's anxiety picked up the closer it got to the time to go , but he took deep breaths and reminded himself that he wasn't alone, Jin and Taehyung were going to be there, and Taehyung would even be in the room. I will be fine.

Namjoon handed Jin the card with the location and appointment time on it as the three were heading out the door. The members tried giving Jungkook pep talks about how everything would be fine, to be honest with the therapist, and that he had nothing to be worried about and that they'd all be right there for him as soon as he got back. Hobi squeezed his maknae tightly and planted kisses all over his cheeks before releasing him.

Yoongi made sure to shove a fidget toy into Jungkook's pocket. "Remember if you feel like hurting yourself, use this instead."

Jungkook nodded in agreement.

"And you'll have Tae, "Jimin added. "Hold his hand or something."

The members laughed and said bye once more while the three disappeared.

Jungkook listened to Jin and Taehyung aimlessly talking to eachother in the car. He was too anxious for conversation. He didn't know what had him feeling so nervous, he knew deep down seeing a therapist wasn't really anything to be afraid of. Tons of people did it.

He took deep breaths and played with his little fidget cube. Taehyung who had chosen to sit with him in the back noticed this and took Jungkook's hand in his and smiled. When they got to the address, it appeared to be a large brick building.

"Well, simple enough I guess, yeah?" Jin gestured.

"I thought it'd look different," Taehyung told his hyung.

"There's probably offices inside." Jin turned and placed his hand on Jungkook's knee, squeezing it. "Ready? Deep breaths bunny, you'll be fine."

Jungkook nodded and headed out of the car trailing behind his two hyungs into the building. They arrived at a front desk and Jin handed the lady the appointment card.

"Which one is Jeon Jungkook?" She asked, looking at them.

Jungkook raised his hand a little bit and didn't fail to notice the dirty look he got. He instantly wanted to go home. The lady gave them directions on which floor to go to and which hallways to go down. They made their way and entered what appeared to be a large waiting room with nobody else in it. It sort of resembled the waiting room at the hospital. There was another lady sitting at a receptionist desk, but she was behind a plexi-glass window. Jin went up to her to check Jungkook in. They were a few minutes early.

"I can go in with him right?" Taehyung asked the receptionist.

"Do you have an appointment?" The woman asked harshly.

"Uh, no...but it's Jungkook's appointment, so can I go in with him?" Taehyung asked again.

"No. If you don't have an appointment card, you can't go in with him."

"Seriously?! Why not?!" Taehyungs voice got a little loud.

Jungkook's anxiety almost shot through the roof. He immediately shoved his hand up his shirt but Jin grabbed his wrist and placed the boys hand into his pocket, gesturing to the fidget cube instead.

"Sir, if you could please take a seat." The receptionist seemed to be quite unbothered by Taehyungs little outburst.

Jin grabbed Taehyung and guided him to a chair, Jungkook followed.

"I'm sorry, I thought I'd be able to go in with you," Taehyung frowned. He felt really bad.

Jungkook shot Jin his big doe eyes. "I don't want to go in alone. I'm scared." He was hoping Jin would go do something about it and get permission for Taehyung to go in with him, but his hyung just reassured him that even if he went in alone he'd be okay.

"You have nothing to be afraid of Kookie." Jin gripped Jungkook's chin and smiled down at him.

"What if they are mean to me?" Jungkook pouted.

"Why would anyone be mean to you? Therapists are there to help you, not be mean to you. Who could be mean to this little face?" Jin cooed to his maknae. He let out a chuckle but his smile fell when he noticed his little joke didn't make Jungkook feel any better.

"If they are mean to you, you can always walk out and we will find someone else. Don't worry too much," Jin said reassuringly.

They sat there silently until a man in a long white coat came out and called for Jungkook. The maknae hesitated and felt his heart skip a beat from anxiety, but Jin and Taehyung gestured for him to go and that they'd be right in the waiting room. Jungkook followed the man through the door and found himself in a long hallway.

He realized he didn't even know who he was supposed to be talking to. Was it this guy? Was he the therapist? The appointment Shik had made only had a time and place, not an actual name on it. Maybe he would just be given someone random? The man opened a door and gestured for Jungkook to go inside, when he got inside there was nothing in the room except white walls and a small chair.

What do I have to wait for? Do I have to stand? Or does the therapist stand the whole time? He really had no idea how this worked. He decided to take a seat in the chair while he waited. A harsh knock could be heard on the door and then what looked to be a very large security guard opened it. He had folded clothes in his hands. He threw them at Jungkook and told him to change.

"Change? Why?" Jungkook said as he unfolded the clothes and it was just a deep gray pair of pants and a shirt. They looked like hospital scrubs.

"Its protocol," the security guy said before leaving. Since when does someone have to change their clothes to go to damn therapy?

He decided to hurry up and change before someone else came and abruptly opened the door on him. He took a seat and waited again. He wanted this to hurry up and be over. Within two minutes another security guard barged in and snatched Jungkook's day clothes from him before grabbing Jungkook by his upper arm and forcing him to stand up. "Let's go."

Jungkook tried to get out of the mans grip. "Hey uh...what are you doing? I would like to hold on to my clothes, please." The security guard gripped his arm even harder.

"Can you let go? That hurts." Jungkook felt his heart beating all the way in his throat. Why are people taking his clothes and why are people grabbing me? The security guard didn't say anything in response.

He was being led down a long hallway and passed others who were also in the same gray scrubs. People who didn't look too good. There were some walking around with IV drips, others looked like zombies. While passing one door he heard a lot of banging and screaming. Jungkook started to panic as he tried to release himself from the mans grip again, "I think I might be in the wrong place. I'm just here to see a therapist," he informed.

"You and the rest of them." The security guard chuckled.

"Huh? No I mean I had an appointment but maybe I am in the wrong place. I should go double check with hyungs." Jungkook kept trying to free himself but this security guard was really strong.

He realized he couldn't get out of the mans grip and in his panic started yelling, "Jin! Taehyung
!" He screamed as he faced down the hallway hoping they could hear him in the waiting room.

He wasn't even sure how far away he was from them anymore. He looked around and the sight of the other people was starting to scare the hell out of him. He felt tears starting to prickle behind his eyes. "Sir I really think I'm in the wrong place!" He shouted. "Can I cancel the damn appointment? I want to leave!" Jungkook cried.

The security guard seemed to ignore the request as he continued dragging Jungkook down more hallways. He tried another tactic he had seen once, becoming dead weight and letting his body drop to the floor. If the man let go , he could run. Unfortunately that didn't work.

The security guard sighed and completely picked Jungkook up and started carrying him. Jungkook's fear intensified. "Let me go! Jin! Taehyu-"

The security guard clamped his hand over Jungkook's mouth. Jungkook tried to fight his way out of being carried and silenced down the hall with no success.

Another security guard walked by and chuckled. "Another fighter?" he asked.

The man carrying Jungkook laughed in response. "They usually always are."

"Does he need this?" The other security guard asked, pulling a syringe full of a yellow-ish liquid out of a small backpack he had.

"No, I've got this one," the guard carrying Jungkook replied.

He could feel his tears soaking his face. He didn't know what the hell was going on, but he knew he hated it.

The guard opened the door to a room and he threw Jungkook to the ground inside it. He frantically got to his feet and ran towards the door trying to escape.

"Wait! Please! This has to be some kind of mistake! I don't think I'm supposed to be here! Please! I really need to leave! Just talk to my hyungs and they will tell you! I'm being serious, I shouldn't be here!" he screamed through his tears.

Wherever the hell here was even supposed to be. The man shoved the door closed in Jungkook's face and the maknae started pounding on it and screaming. "Sir! Please let me out!! I think you have the wrong person!" he cried.

He went to wiggle the door handle and then realized there wasn't one. He turned and looked around the room. The room was covered in padding from wall to wall, floor to ceiling. There was a small narrow window with bars on it. No door handle. He looked back and forth between the two bare mattresses in the room. One against one wall, and one against the other wall. He started to hyperventilate when he realized this was in no way therapy.

He was in a psych ward.

He ran back to the door and started banging on it. "This is a mistake! I don't belong in here! I had a therapy appointment, this is a mistake!" he screamed. He tried pushing the door with no success. The door didn't even have a window, he had no idea if someone else was on the other side.

"Help! Somebody let me out! Jin! Taehyung! Help! Someone please get me the hell out! You have the wrong person! Jin! Taehyung! Hyungies please come get me! Hyungs!" He screamed and cried until his body ran out of energy and gave up.

He dropped to the floor and whispered to himself through his tears. "Jin...Taehyung...help me..." He was having a very hard time breathing as his panic completely took over.

How did this happen? Oh yeah, Shik did this! What if I never get out? What if someone here hurts me? I want my hyungies.

He tried to reassure himself knowing that Taehyung and Jin were in the waiting room, waiting for him. They'd get him out of there in no time when they realized he was in the wrong place. Unfortunately his phone had also been taken. He just had to wait a little bit. He made his way over to one of the mattresses and sat on it, cradling his knees and dropping his head down. All he could do in the meantime was cry and try to control his breathing.

Jin and Taehyung will get me out.

"How long do these things usually take?" Taehyung asked Jin. He was playing a game on his phone when he realized a good hour and a half had already gone by.

"I don't know. Maybe they had a lot to talk about? I will go ask." Jin got up and made his way to the receptionist sitting behind the window. "Excuse me, how long do therapy appointments usually last?" Jin asked.

"It depends on the needs of our patients. Sometimes their sessions last about an hour to two hours," the receptionist replied.

"Okay, thanks." Jin walked back to Taehyung and told him Jungkook would probably be done soon. They both felt a little bit frustrated when another hour had gone by and Jungkook still hadn't come out.

They both made their way to the receptionist desk.

"Um, m'am...it's been over two hours. Could you maybe have someone check on Jungkook to see when he'll be out?" Jin asked.

"When he'll be out of what?" The receptionist asked.

"Out of here, we need to be getting home," Taehyung chimed in.

"Out of here? You only admitted him today. Our patients never get out in a simple day." The receptionist started chuckling.

"I'm not understanding. What do you mean he was admitted? Admitted to what? And what do you mean your patients don't get out in a day? I didn't admit Jungkook into anything and I know therapy definitely doesn't last a day," Jin replied.

"Sir, you admitted Jungkook at 2:30."

"No we didn't. He had an appointment card for his therapy visit which was at 2:30," Taehyung informed the woman.

"The appointment card was for admission at 2:30." The receptionist had no emotion in her voice, like she'd had this conversation a million times already.

"Admission into what?" Taehyung asked.

"Our program," The receptionist replied.

"Yeah but it's just a therapy program..." Jin replied.

"Yes, we do offer therapy within our program for our patients."

"Patients for what?!" Jin was getting frustrated, as was Taehyung. They felt like the receptionist wasn't understanding what they were trying to tell her, and they clearly didn't understand what she was trying to tell them either.

"M'am, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm not understanding. He had an appointment card to come here at 2:30 and see a therapist for a simple therapist appointment and then to go home," Jin informed her.

"No, he had an appointment card to be admitted into our facility at 2:30, and we offer therapy programs for our patients." The receptionist was equally as annoyed as they were.

Taehyung leaned forward. "Who admitted him here? 'Cause it wasn't us."

"Man Shik set up an admission for 2:30 today."

"Yes that is our manager, but he was only setting up a therapy appointment." Jin was trying to keep his voice calm. He could feel his face and ears turning red with frustration.

"Well can you just un-admit him? It must've been a simple mistake," Taehyung asked. He felt nervous for Jungkook, his maknae was probably scared that he wasn't being let out of whatever this place was.

"We do not release our patients solely on friend or family request," The receptionist replied.

"I'm so confused. What is this facility anyway? I mean what do you do? His admission was an accident." Jin tried to hide his annoyance.

"We are a private organization."

"What does that mean? What do you do?" Taehyung asked.

"We run our own programs."

Jin furrowed his brows and grabbed his forehead to try and aide the headache he was getting. "We understand what a private organization is. We are asking what this building is. Is it some kind of therapy center or something?"

"You could say that."

Taehyung looked at Jin to do something, he felt hopeless. Why is it so hard to get Jungkook back? He looked around the waiting room and it was still pretty empty. He heard a door open and saw a security guard walk by holding the wrists of two men in gray hospital scrub looking things.

"Can you please just tell me what this place-" Jin started until Taehyung tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Hyung..."

"Wait Taehyung. M'am can you just expla-"

"Jin hyung..." Taehyung tugged on his hyungs sleeve again.

"Taehyung wait..." Jin shushed him and turned back to the receptionist. "And what do you mean release him? Release him from what?"

Before the receptionist could reply, Taehyung tugged on Jin's sleeve harder and screamed, "Jin!"

Jin looked at him to see he was starting to cry. "What's wrong?"

Taehyung pointed to the guard and people walking past them.

"Hyung...this is a psych ward. Jungkookie was accidentally admitted into a psych ward."