main problem: parents mistreatment in children; calling them words they shouldn't use. making a child uncomfortable about future. well that's how I can explain it.
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"It's you again?"

"Yes, your depressed Taehyung is back"

"What is your problem, Taehyung?" Yoongi said, reaching out for his mug and took a sip of it.

"My life sucks" Taehyung simply said before pouting. He started to remember how and why exactly he was here.

"Why do you think that?" Yoongi said, taking another sip of his coffee. He had dealt with many problems with 'My life sucks' as a starting phrase. Yoongi had the most important job, being a therapist. He was always busy since he was known specially by depressed people. The pay was cheap so everyday he would have a heptic schedule. Depends on the problem, is it hard to solve or easy? Most of them were easy because Yoongi had dealt with them in his past and present, or dealt other people's problems that are similar.

"Because of my parents, they're always fighting!" Taehyung said angrily. He took a moment to look at the door and back at Yoongi. He bit his lower lip as he looked at Yoongi in the eyes.

"How could that effect you?" Yoongi said with a peaceful look. He moved back a little on his desk chair so he could reach down to open the bottom drawer. A bunch of files were lined up perfectly.

"They would fight everyday so I sleep it off. As soon as I wake up, they hit me hard for no reason" Taehyung said. Yoongi drummed his fingers on his chin, this was a new case. "So I ran away once but my dad's friend caught me"

"I'm sorry to hear that" Yoongi said, well what could he say. He patted Taehyung's shoulders, to get him a bit lightened up.

"I started to become suicidal after my parents hit me for running away. So I did try jumping off a building but this time, my dad caught me and I was never allowed to go out again" Taehyung sobbed. He really needed help.

"Did you try explaining to your parents that they may be a cause of your depression?" Yoongi said, reaching out again for his cup to take a sip bit scrunched his nose when he tasted the now cold coffee. He noticed Taehyung wasn't sure what he meant. "Them constantly fighting and hitting you".

"I told them a zillion times! They told me I have nothing to do with this!" Taehyung pouted. Yoongi rubbed his shoulders.

"I know it's hard, but don't let anyone define you" Yoongi said with a smile, earning a slight smile from Taehyung. .

"My mum calls me retarted all the time when we fight privately" Taehyung looked down angry. As much as he wanted to punch his mother hard, he couldn't. She was his mother.

"How old are you?" Yoongi said, starting to jot things down.

"20"

"You're technically an adult"

"But I can't leave the house forever, I'm locked up here" Taehyung began to cry. Yoongi opened a drawer and gave Taehyung a tissue.

"Look, we can't do this with you crying. I need you to stay focused with me. How did you come here?"

"I sneaked out"

"Is that why you keep looking at the door?" Taehyung nodded then suddenly grabbed into his ears, screaming.

"I can hear my mum screaming at me! Yoongi don't let her in" Taehyung cried out.

"Okay calm down, Taehyung. This is part of your depression, where you carry the worse bits all around with you." Yoongi said before placing a hand on Taehyung's forehead. Depression got him over the edge. He started to scream and kick the table. Yoongi couldn't do anything but hold him.

"Yoongi, she's coming! She's going to hit me at home! Yoongi don't let her take me away!" Taehyung stopped using Hyung or Sir but called Yoongi by his name. Yoongi quickly pinched his arm at a certain spot that made Taehyung screech from pain. His eyes were bloody red from tears. He was scared.

"It's okay, Taehyung. I won't let anyone take you away. And the door is locked, the only thing that makes it open for guests is a button on the desk" Yoongi said as he pointed at the blue rubber button. He smiled as Taehyung calmed down.

"Hyung, I need your help. You're going to help me so much but this room isn't helping"

"This is a Therapy room. If you don't like it then we can't just go to your bedroom, blue walls help less" Yoongi informed.

"I'm scared"

"Are you a coward?"

"No"

"Then don't be scared"

"But-"

"Are you in college?" Yoongi interrupted. He didn't want to waste anymore time.

"I was supposed to be" Taehyung said then silence came. The only sounds were the sounds of Yoongi's pen writing. "I feel like I have no value in life".

"You're more valuable than your parents" Yoongi said as he continued to jot down notes. "Did they not let you attend college because of it?"

"Yes, because they thought if I attended college I might be suicidal again but when I asked them they said that I was retarded"

"You know retarded is a word we don't use, it's a really big word. It's rude and disrespectful, but I understand your problem. There was a boy, who came because the world misjudged him and told him that he was retarded, I think it's better if you two meet and become friends" Yoongi said, comparing problems of before together.

"What about you Yoongi? Did you have your problem with retarded in it?" Taehyung asked.

"I had even worse problems, you don't wanna know or else you'll run away from me" Yoongi chuckled but his face turned back to its usual expression. "College is where you experience critical life experiences that your parents can't take away from you, if your parents makes you depressed you need to get away from them".

"How should I go there though?"

"Just like you came here or prove them that you aren't retarded"

"How so?"

"Study infront of them, how were your grades in high school?"

"A's and B's"

"This is wonderful. You can get into the perfect college with that and your parents won't do anything"

"You really think that?"

"Yes! And apply for scholarships"

"Thank you!" Taehyung shouted happily. He had the urge to kiss Yoongi.

"Do you know what you want to be when you grow up?"

"A doctor? I don't know"

"Honestly thinking about your education and the future will help you with your depression as well, I'm serious " Yoongi examined Taehyung's face. "Tonight I want you to start thinking about college, register for summer classes"

"Okay!"

"It was pleasing to have you here and one more thing! Take these" Yoongi said, dropping a packet on the table.

"What are those?"

"Happy pills, when you get into the same situation where you heard your mum yell at you, take one" Yoongi said with a smile. Taehyung didn't have money. "They're free"

"How much was this therapy?"

"For you, it's a ₩3000" Yoongi said, knowing Taehyung didn't have any money. Whatever, he can get more later.

"Thank you!" Taehyung said after paying, before closing the door.

"Not so welcome" Yoongi said and rested his head on the table, ready to sleep.

Knock Knock.

"Fuck yall" Yoongi said before taking a jelly bean which he isn't supposed to take.
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loved the last phrase tho
btw if you want me to ask a therapist abt your problems tell me, I have made friends with a therapist who helped me in this :-)