I asked Yana to send me photos of her girl crushes and she sent me a whole folder of it.

Since I'm not blessed with a phone that has an enormous space to fill up with unnecessary things. I decided to just print out the pictures into the shape of a flashcard.

Unlike the other nights where I brought a lot of stuff inside Jungkook's room, this time I only have a couple of printed materials and phone in my hands.

"Did you do your assignment?" I asked him. He then lends me a chair to sit onto and I take it after bring my things down on a table.

"Yeah, I reviewed well." He wiggles his eyebrows and I laughed. After two weeks of therapy with me, Jungkook has grown to be confident now. I'm actually seeing some Jimin type of confidence in him.

"You must've liked looking at photos of women." I grinned.

He is getting better and I'm glad about it. I rarely see signs of fear from him now.

"I did." He smirks and I rolled my eyes. "Just kidding." He adds.

He sits on his bed in front of me. "How about if I get a reward for having a perfect score?" He suggested.

"Not bad." I hummed. "Okay, so what do you want?" I asked.

"I'll teach you another dance." He laughs.

I huffed a puff of air. "Fine. You're never going to ace it anyway." I stick my tongue out.

The purpose of this activity is not to lurk and stalk female celebrities online, but to handle his fear without anyone next to him. That was his task to me and he will prove tonight if he did my directions.

I think he did what I asked him to do. Especially when I put it him to the test.

"Margot Robbie, she starred in Suicide Squad as Harley Quinn."

"Hermione Granger." He says as soon as I picked the next photo.

"I need the real name," I demanded and he rolled his eyes.

"Emma Watson." He groans. "Oh, that's... Scarlett Johansson from Avengers."

"Anne Hathaway of The Princess Diaries."

"Beyonce, who wouldn't know her?" He boasts. "Megan Fox, she starred in Jennifer's Body, am I right?"

"Yes," I replied with a wide smile. He is good.

"Ariana Grande-Butera, she was on Victorious and now a popular female pop star." He said in detail.

"Wow, are you a fan?" I laughed.

"Nah, I just knew her last night because you asked me to research." He explained and I pulled out another photo. "Oh, she is..."

"She is?"

"I forgot, wait. Is her name Mia?"

"Yep, what's her full name?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Mia Ka..."

"No, you're going the wrong way." I giggled.

"Oh, Mia Wasikowska! She was in Alice In Wonderland." He finally remembers.

I looked at the next photo and I sighed, I hope this works. I faced the next photo to him and I saw him stunned by it. "Who are they Jungkook?" I asked.

"They are..."

"Go on, don't worry you will be fine. Always remember that." I smiled gently at him.

"They are," He heaves a deep sigh. "They are my grandma and my... mom." He speaks.

"What is their name?" I questioned.

"Jinhee Lee and Hanah Kang." He then looks down on the floor. Using my free hand, I held his chin and gently lifted it.

"You're fine." I beamed at him genuinely and he just nod with the same expression as mine painted on his face.

I made sure he is calm before the next photo or more like the next bomb. I hope he will feel just fine. Everything that I'm doing is for him if we're not going to try this, then when? He needs to fight his fears.

This time I gave him the photo and he almost crumpled it when I held his wrist first. "That's not what I want you to do." I glared at him. "Now, who is she?"

"She did dirty things to me when I was eleven. She assaulted me in ways more than one." He muscles started shaking but not that fervently.

"Who is she?" I asked once more.

"My aunt, Hyeling Kang."

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"You did great tonight! I thought you were  going to get an 'F' from me." After our little therapy, Jungkook and I had a few chit-chats. Now, I'm just waiting for Mr. Jeon to return since he went out for a bit. I don't want Jungkook to be alone in here so I stayed.

I gave Jungkook the printed photos we used earlier, including the two photos I asked from Mr. Jeon yesterday. I told him that he can practice by using it, but partly, I just don't want to bring home some trash.

"Yeah, I'm an ace." He chuckled. "So now, let's start."

"Start what?" My forehead creases and then I heard a song from his speaker.

Oh hell, not the dance.

I had no choice but to follow him, again. Besides, I think I promised him this before starting our therapy. This way Jungkook might divert his mind from thinking about the images earlier.

After a few minutes, "I really can't do this anymore." His room is airconditioned yet, I'm catching my breath and excessively sweating. I might need to wash up again when I get home.

Damn, I hate taking a bath twice a day.

"Practice some more, I'll be back in a second." He said and went straight to his bathroom. Instead of doing what he said, I drank all of his water and laid flat on his bed.

His bed smells so... manly.

All that I need is for the lights to turn off itself and I'm ready to drift in my sleep.

Then I heard the doorbell from the front door. "Jungkook! I think your dad is back!" I enunciated.

"Can you open the door for him? I think I'm constipated." He announces and I can't help but laugh at his innocence.

Does he really need to tell me that?

"Okay!" I answered.

"I can hear you laughing!" He shouts and I wheezed even more.

I groaned as I pushed my last strength to get up from the bed. Mr. Jeon is ringing the doorbell continuously so I hurried my way to open the door.

But unexpectedly, it's not Mr. Jeon. "Hi, can I help you?" I asked.

A woman around her thirties wearing a tube black dress and a pair of six inches heels, short-haired, has a huge rose tattoo on her left arm and a very bright shade of pink lipstick on her plump lips raises her eyebrow at me.

One a cold winter day, how can she wear something like that?

"I was just wondering where is the hot owner of this house?" She smiles seductively at me and I can't help but shiver in creepiness.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I think you got the wrong house." Is all I managed to say to her and then she abruptly made her way inside shoving me away by bumping her shoulder with mine.

This bitch.

"Hey, can you please leave? I'll call the cops if you don't." I threatened her. Who is she anyway? Mr. Jeon is going to kill me if I let a stranger into the house, let alone a woman.

"Don't bother muffin, I'm going to leave soon I just need to talk to someone." She sat on the couch like a normal visitor and then later I saw her taking out a cigarette from her pouch, lighting it up inside the room.

"No offense, but can you do that outside?" I asked. No matter how old is she, she is acting childishly and rude. I haven't fully met her but she already don't deserve my respect.

A second later, I heard footsteps coming down from the stair and there Jungkook appears with shock.

"Oh here's my favorite boy, where is your daddy Kookie?" The woman stands with her lit cigarette in between her fingers and her left hand on her waist.

"Aunt Hyelin..." Jungkook breathes.

Upon hearing the name, I rushed next to Jungkook's side. I squeezed his shoulders and looked in his eyes. "Hey, hey. You've practiced for this already. Breathe..." I instruct, but his gaze is still on the woman.

"I'm counting Kookie, by now you must've fainted already." The old skank knew about his condition yet she is mocking him.

Since Jungkook is not paying attention to what I say, I touched his face on both sides and tilted it to face me. "Ignore her, she's is just a photo."

"No Deonne, she is real." He trembles.

"Jungkook, show her that she doesn't have any effects on you. You can do this, I believe in you." I talked some sense with him.

"Hurry up!" The woman demands.

"Shut up old hag!" I hissed.

"Hyelin? What are you doing here?" Exactly, Mr. Jeon came into view at the front door which is still opened widely.

"Hey, Joohan." Her tone of voice suddenly changes.

Mr. Jeon's eyes scanned the room and he saw me and Jungkook who is currently in shock.

With all his force, he pulls the woman out of the house. "Joohan, wait! That tickles!" The woman giggled and I cringed.

On the other side, I accompanied Jungkook back inside his bedroom. I guided him on his bed and covered him with a blanket. "I think you should rest for now," I suggested. "Let's just continue our dance rehearsal tomorrow." I laughed, but it's not enough to make him feel at ease.

I was about to grab my phone from his desk when he grabs my wrist. "Can you stay?" He pleads.

I looked at him for a while and then I removed his grip on my wrist before getting my phone.

He is on the verge of crying when I looked back at him. "Who says I'm leaving?" I asked him.

"Just please stay for now." He begs and I smiled.

"Make some space for me," I said and joined him in bed. "Because I'm not going anywhere." For now.

His eyes crinkle as a smile stretches in his face before moving on his left side creating a space for me.