Y/N'S POV

After spending a whole night researching Jungkook, I felt like I needed a break from work, but I couldn't weasel out of this position now.

He needed help and I wanted to be the one to provide it for him. He needs to have someone to be able to talk to and trust so I will be that person for him.

Too tired to walk this morning, I took the bus and as I was getting off, I could see Lisa standing in front of the main door, waiting for me and fidgeting, even more so when she saw me, she had a worried look on her face and questioning eyes. As I reached her she blurted out so many questions I had to interrupt her.

"Why did you even agree to be his psychologist, Y/n? For all we could know he could hurt you; why take the risk? You know what- why did you even become a psychologist in the first place? Don't you know how-"

Well, someone had a change of heart.

"Lisa!" I interrupted suddenly, making her stop in her tracks and look at me with guilty eyes "I'm aware of what I agreed to. And I will be careful and I know what he's done and that's why I'm doing this" I answered, moving to hold both of her hands.

She looks down at her feet, shading her face from me "I'm just scared for you" she mumbled making me smile.

"Don't worry," I said. "I will talk to you right after the session. And I'm sure he won't try anything," That made her smile a bit which even made me feel better.

As we entered our office quarters, I walked to my desk to see Jimin waiting for me. As we exchanged glances, we smiled at each other until I got close enough for him to start talking.

"Hey Y/n, I just wanted to talk to you about the protocol for Jungkook today," he said. I wanted to say that I didn't need to be taught like a kid how to do this but I listened to him.

"Okay so under no circumstances can you take all his wing restraints and ankle cuffs off, he has a straitjacket so don't worry about hands. For the first few sessions, we will have guards stationed inside the room. You never know what he could do to you and trust me- if he could do something, he would. Also don't be surprised in the first few days, if he doesn't cooperate- weeks even," he said.

I just nodded, a bit dazed. I always got the keys for any type of restraint that the criminal is wearing, sooner or later, so I wasn't worried about the first thing but the rest I zoned out on. But everyone has a bit of humanity in them, so I'm sure that Jungkook did too.

As I collected files and booklets, Jimin and I walked to my designated room for the day and parted so he could get my patient.

As I sat down I started wondering what we should work on.

Should I ask him about how he got his wings? Or would that be too sensitive for him? I could just start building trust with him. Or-

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash and yelling. The heavy door burst open, and I saw him.

Jungkook Jeon in the flesh.

My eyes traveled his body instantly. His build was tall and slim- but still slightly muscular- and his skin was pale. He had short black hair and streaks of dried blood in it, and strands of hair laying over his face. I looked down, my gaze trailing along the tattoos that peaked from his straight jacket, and if I were to guess his arms and chest were probably coated in ink. To top it off, these amazing gold eyes that gleamed at the dash of sun beaming into the room.

And then his wings. Oh, his wings. They were enclosed in thick two chains but the shine of the feathers made them look elegant. The span of them must've been huge judging by the size of the closed wingspan. Though, they looked to be in pain with their position.

Jimin and Jungkook were yelling at each other, but I was only focused on my new patient. He looked beautiful. As the two came in, another guard followed through, his face a mask and stationed himself in the corner of the room, his hand sitting next to his gun on his belt.

Jimin pushed Jungkook into the seat opposite of me. Jimin shot him with a glare that could kill but it just made Jungkook angrier. As Jimin turned to stand at the side opposite the other guard, the room fell silent. I tried to distract myself by looking around, but my eyes still fell on his wings. They were just so fascinating!

A low scowl erupts from Jungkook and my eyes whipped to his and our eyes locked. His eyes were a deep brown but there were hints of yellow surrounding his pupil. Everything about him was perfect.

But ruined by the frost contained in them. They had a wall of ice blocking his true feelings. Hiding his true feelings to protect himself from venerability. Something or someone did that to him and I was going to find out.

"Ah- sorry about that," I stammered. Why was I so nervous?

I straighten my posture and smile at him. "Okay, so today I was going to..." I trail off. I don't mean to, but it's hard when there are three venomous gazes pinned on me.

I turn to look at Jimin. "Is it really necessary for you two to be here?" I wince.

Jimin's lips twist and his brows broaden. "We're not leaving, Y/n. This is for your safety," he says, warning in his tone, but I keep pressing.

"But Jimin, it isn't-"

"Dr Lee." he hisses and I go quiet "You do not have the authority to ask us to leave"

The room is silent once again and I turn back to Jungkook, but this time his stare isn't pinned on me, it's on Jimin instead.

Looking down at my clipboard, I skim through the questions I usually ask on a client's first day, but my mind still draws a blank.

"What is your reasoning for vengeance?" I read aloud without thinking.

I immediately stop myself and hold my breath, hoping I hadn't just messed this whole session up. In fear, my eyes are trained on my papers. I can feel him looking at me. In shock, in fury; I didn't know.

After a moment, I let my eyes wander and dared to look up.

He was looking back.

His golden eyes trained on my face, meaning we made eye contact. But he breaks it instantly and looks away, a low grunt coming from his throat. But, he didn't seem to be angry in any way.

I gulp cautiously, daring to open my mouth again. "People seek revenge when they feel they have been attacked and suffered some injustice, loss or injury. As a result, they can feel anger, hate, envy, or shame."

It's something I've said many times, but in no other situation have I meant it more.

But he stays silent.

I look at Jungkook and he refuses to look my way. I sign and place my notebook down. "It's ok to not feel comfortable talking to me in these conditions," I say, slightly making a jab at Jimin. "But, I do hope that you will consider it in the future. And even if you're unsure, you need to take a leap of faith."

I turned to Jimin. "May we end this session a little early?" I question and he cocks his eyebrow.

"What is your reasoning?" he asks

I gesture to Jungkook "My patient doesn't feel comfortable and I refuse to force him into talking to me."

Jimin lets out a grunt before checking the time on his watch. "I'll allow it," he says and breaks his position, signaling for his partner to do the same. They both stand on either side of Jungkook and guide him out of his seat and out of the door. He obliges without any resistance.

I smile to myself and collect all of my things before leaving too.

After the session, I gathered up my workbooks and walked to my desk and saw someone facing away from me, sitting in my chair. I instantly knew who it was since I could see her heels. But before I could point that out, she spun around with an evil smirk on her face

I let out a long sigh as I stopped and looked and her, pained, which just made her smile wider and before I could let out another groan she got up and started shaking me by the shoulders.

"So? How was it? Did he try to attack you? Tell me!" she demanded, as she stopped and checked my face for any bruises, thankfully not touching my neck which was still sore. I pushed her off me and sat down, making her cross her arms and huff.

"He didn't say anything. Probably because there were two guards there, breathing down our necks." I scoffed, agitated. I was going to have to do this every day, and it was going to be impossible when being supervised like a child.

"But..?" she asked, wanting to know more but I knew she was just a sucker for gossip.

"And that's it. I'm not breaking a rule, by telling you what we talked about. You know that's against the rules" I stated. She sighed, nodded, and walked away, muttering to herself, making me laugh.

As I returned to my work, I started going through more files and digging up more information on Jungkook. I needed him to gain trust in me so I could get more emotion from him, to let him be his real self. As I was deep in concentration, I finally gave up thinking and walked out of the office to go on break. As the outside doors swung open I let out a sigh of relief. All the stress in my life washes away.

The loud buzz of the busy day gave me some ease, and I enjoyed it. As I walked down the street, I looked at the buildings, people, and nature, it was all so beautiful to me.

Humming a rhythm, I stopped outside a cafe. A cafe I remembered from a long time ago.. where my parents and I used to sit and spend time with each other.

A couple was sitting at a table, with intertwined hands and I found myself staring. Oh, how I wish I could be like them.

I don't know why but I've always wanted a romantic relationship. It seemed so calming to always have someone to talk to and rely on. I sighed and was suddenly snapped back into reality when a car passing by honked at another. I realized that I was staring at the couple for a while and looked away with a crimson-red face.

"What a dream.." I muttered as I walked back to the office, since it was getting late I decided to leave early, and I went straight home.

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I creaked open my old door in the busy apartment complex to my own. As I opened the door, I was greeted with the sound of happy chirps and then the sound of wings flapping. I laughed as I saw her and dropped my bags so that she could perch on my arm, and I patted her head with my finger since she was that small.

"Hey Tweety, how was your day," I said in a hushed tone, and she chirped in response.

Tweety was a Barbary dove and I have had her for a year now, and she was one of the most important things in my life, besides my work and friends. She would always be there if I was stressed, and I know people think it's weird that I choose a bird instead of the majority like cats and dogs but since I was little I was always interested in birds with their wing structures and hidden features. And now I had a crazy birdman patient. I giggled to myself. Birdman.

I let out a sigh and packed my bag away and started to walk to the couch. I laid down and Tweety flew on top of me and nestled in my neck, making me giggle.

After a while of sitting on the couch, I dozed off until I woke up to the cold breeze slipping through the crack of the window in the dining room. Groaning, I got up and was about to close it when I looked outside. After two minutes of staring, I let out a cold breath, deciding to step through the window to the outside.

There were frail metal balconies and stairs with a basic apartment block design with ladders. I climbed up most of them to the top. I messily climbed onto the roof and let out a proud breath as I saw all of the beautiful nightlife of Seoul. I sat down for 10 minutes staring at the stars and naming all the consolations I could think of in case I ever got lost or something like that.

I got up, walked to the edge of the building, looked down at the buzzing cars and loud people, and then up to the stars. There was a gust of wind and I let a cold breath out that was taken away by the breeze. It felt amazing.

With a smile, I got back down from the edge of the building and went back down to go back to reality. Tweety had already fallen asleep in her big bird cage, and I went to the kitchen, reaching into the locked bottom drawer of my desk. I picked the cylinder container up and dropped 2 pills into my hand before swallowing them dry.

It's hard to unnerve yourself when you're alone.

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