Y/N'S POV

It's the next day and when I get to work, I immediately go to Mrs. Min's office. I knew it would annoy her that I was showing up at her office unannounced, but I couldn't handle having another session with Jungkook be as big of a failure as our first one.

Arriving at her office, I could hear her shouting at someone on the phone. Apparently one of our technicians hadn't done their job right, but I had more pressing issues to handle.

I knocked on the door and she immediately quietened down. I could hear her cleaning some things around before I heard a brief 'come in'. I stepped into the office and she was sitting at her desk, her face flushed from just yelling.

When she sees that it's only me entering, her shoulders slouch and she pinches the bridge of her nose with her fingers. "Dr Lee." She greets tensely, "You know I don't like sudden meetings."

I nod "I know, but it's urgent Mrs Min." I stress "Yesterday's session with Jungkook Jeon was a failure. It's because of the guards in the room. He won't be willing to talk to me if we're both being watched over."

Mrs Min is silent for a moment. She knows what I'm asking but I can tell she's confused. "You're asking me to remove the guards that are stationed there for your protection."

I feel my confidence dwell for a moment but after, I nod my head confidently. I want Jungkook to know that he can talk without feeling threatened. He's already here without a will and he shouldn't be forced to speak either.

My boss sighs and she looks over her laptop, eyes wandering the screen before looking at me once again. "I'll see what I can do, but know that this is a very dangerous move," she says and I smile, thanking her, and leave the room once again.

I return to my desk and look over my schedule, making a mental note that I have to bring some extra material for Yeonjun's session this afternoon.

-

I continued with my work, occasionally talking to my coworkers at the neighboring desk, and exchanging information. Everything was going well until the door to the room of our working cubicles slammed open.

Everyone whips their heads around to see who it is and I feel myself freeze as I meet eyes with Jimin. He looks angry, very angry. All he has to do is give me a pointed look for me to stand up from my desk, and walk out of the room and Jimin follows me closely.

We stop at a quiet corner of a hallway and I fold my arms over my chest, something I do when I feel defensive.

"Can I help you?" I ask, trying to fake innocence but he sees right through me and scoffs.

"Don't act so oblivious." he shoots "Y/n, what the hell were you thinking? Asking Mrs. Min to remove guards that are placed there for your protection?" he asks me like I've gone crazy.

I let out a long sigh, he seems outraged right now but I know it's only because he worries for my safety. "Jungkook is misunderstood and he's been raised in an environment where he has to fight for life every day. He finally has an opportunity to change and surrounding him with more threats isn't going to help."

Jimin goes silent for a moment. I looked at him for a little longer, crossing my fingers that he wouldn't try and change Mrs Min's mind. After a minute, Jimin finally breaks.

"Fine!" he huffs and I can feel myself light up. "But if he tries anything-"

I cut him off and gave him a bear hug "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You won't regret it!" I practically skip back to my desk, humming a happy tune. Glancing at my watch, it was time for Yeonjun’s session and I quickly gathered my materials and rushed to our designated room.

When I get there,Yeonjun  is already there, a guard looming behind him but once he sees me he takes off Yeonjun's handcuffs and walks out of the room.

"Hello,Yeonjun !" I say and hide his present behind my back.

"Hi," he whispers and I smile at his shyness.

"I have a little surprise for you today," I say. He looks at me cautiously, but his eyes widen when I bring out a small pair of headphones.

I hand them over to him and he takes them as if they were going to jump at him. "For me?" he asks.

I nod and he puts them on. I'd made it so that he can only listen to music, it's just on repeat and there's no need for any cellular control. He sits there for a moment before smiling at me with tears brimming his eye line.

"Thank you so much-" he says and I wave my hands.

"You deserve it, you've been behaving so well during these sessions and that deserves to be recognised,"

-

The session went great.

Yeonjun was talkative, as much as he could be at least, and I knew he loved his present.

When the guard came back in to take Yeonjun back to his cell I informed him that I'd submitted a form, that was accepted, that allowed Yeonjun to have the headphones on whenever he pleased. Looking at my schedule, Jungkook was next.

I let out a deep breath and shook my hands to try and get rid of my nerves. Today, I only planned on trying to have a straightforward conversation, nothing too deep.

The metal door creaked open and entered Jimin and Jungkook.

I was instantly drawn to his beautiful face. His golden eyes were cool, much like before but I could see a difference in them when Jimin sat him down on his seat and gave me a strict nod before walking out the door. He was confused but I knew he wouldn't break his silence just to ask why.

"I knew we wouldn't get anywhere if there were guards in here, breathing down our necks," I say, starting him by talking so suddenly, "So, I got rid of them for you," I finish my sentence in a mutter, realizing how cheesy I sounded.

My cheeks flushed but I still looked up at him to see his reaction. He was staring at me, but as soon as he saw me looking, he turned his head and acted as if I didn't just catch him. I laugh to myself and go back to my notes.

"Did you think about my words yesterday?" I ask casually, trying to see if he'd respond- not that I expected him to.

As I held my breath, praying for him just to mutter one word, I finally gave up and started flipping through my notes once again, searching for a question that could jab a word out of him.

I pause as I hear a drawing sigh from across the room. "I did,"

The voice was dark, darker than I had imagined. His voice lingered and I felt as if it had crawled up my arms and had me in a chokehold. It was almost as handsome as him. Goosebumps rose from my skin and I shivered as the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. When has this room gotten so cold?

I raise my eyes slowly, connecting with him the moment I look up fully.

"S-sorry?" I couldn't help but stutter, I was so shocked I thought I had imagined it.

He raised an eyebrow with ease and there it was again that heavenly voice.

"I thought about what you said," he said in a cocky tone and I could've sworn that my face was the color of a tomato at that moment, but I quickly recovered. No way was I losing this conversation.

"What did you think about it?" I question eagerly.

He chuckled, it was low and sent an unfamiliar feeling through my stomach. "That you're right. I sought revenge because of my injustice," he says simply.

"But do you think there was a different way you could've handled the situation?" I pressed but I knew I had gone too far when his face turned bitter.

"There was no other way," he spat. "They took the lives of hundreds of children, it was only fair that they paid with their own."

I sit for a moment, trying to think of something to say, but my mind turns blank.

"Oh," I whisper. I looked down at my lap and played with my hands, feeling the weight of Jungkook's gaze on me yet again, it was beginning to feel regular.

"I'm sorry that you were put in that situation," I say, without thinking but I can tell that he was surprised by my sudden apology because he instantly deflected, obviously not used to such treatment.

"It wasn't your fault," he scoffs, "There was nothing you could do to help back then,"

"But that's why I'm here now," I smile and he finally meets me in the eye once again, "I'm here to help you, Jungkook,"

When I say his name, something in his eyes changes and all of a sudden, I feel like prey. It was like he was a predator like he was going to jump on me any second and take me whole. A smile spread on Jungkook's face but it wasn't kind or caring. It looked sadistic.

Though it dropped the moment the alarm sounded and the door opened instantly and Jimin stormed in.

I was confused and I looked down at my watch, seeing that I had at least ten minutes left of my session and threw a pointed glare at Jimin, knowing that he'd set off the timer early.

Jimin's eyes scanned the room and his body was tense but once he saw that I'm sitting in my seat, he relaxed. I frown at him but as I glance at Jungkook, it falters. His face is filled with hatred as he looks at Jimin. Jungkook was glaring at him as if looks could kill.

I clear my throat to gain Jungkook's attention and it works instantly, his glare disappearing as if it was never there in the first place. "Thank you for today Jungkook," I say and smile up at him.

Jimin comes and directs Jungkook from his seat and Jungkook  sends a smirk my way. "No problem, Angel,"

My eyes widen at the sudden nickname and I chuckle to myself, "Call me Doctor Lee," I say but he doesn't respond. He complies this time when Jimin guards him out of the room.

-

After taking a few more clients, I was walking back to my desk with a scowl on my face. I was still hung up on Jimin, ending my session with Jungkook early.

He had no right! I knew he was worried about my safety but it was highly irresponsible for him to do something so careless. I reached my desk and grabbed my work phone and picked it up, and stabbed in the numbers to Jimin's office. He picked up almost instantly.

"Hello?"

"What the hell, Jimin!" I whisper-yell into the phone, aware of the eyes in other cubicles watching my feud.

I hear Jimin move the phone away from his ear and mutter before coming back. "I did what I had to do, Y/n. Why can't you understand that?" He asks rhetorically and I scoff.

"What you did was childish, Jimin. I don't care if he's a criminal, he is still my client and-" I was about to say he was still human too but, I guess that was a bit of a stretch. "And I would appreciate it if you would refrain from doing the same in the future."

-

Before I can even blink, it's the next day and I'm back in the same room with Jungkook alone.

I was so surprised that he talked yesterday. I had planned that he wouldn't even talk for the next two sessions, but I already managed to have a conversation with him.

Today, he seemed much more relaxed now that I've proved I wasn't a threat to him. But now, I was the one who wasn't talking. I'd spent so much time last night researching Jungkook's past to try to get to know him better indirectly. I seemed to have forgotten that I needed to talk to him directly as soon as I got to work at six in the morning.

I fiddled with my fingers as my mind was a haze from tiredness. I felt horrible for not having the energy to talk. I was nodding off sleep when I saw Jungkook leaning over the table, eyes locked on my paper of notes I had that had questions for him and his head slightly tilted to read it.

Suddenly, I was wide awake. My eyes shoot open wider, and I snatch the sheets away from his view, making him tilt his head to look at me and cock an eyebrow. He looked up at me and gave me a smirk, making me sit up straight and make sure he didn't think I was a coward. He nodded his head to himself and leant back on his chair but caught himself on the edge of the table with his foot when he was about to fall.

"You're interested in my wings?" he says, making me look at my papers, counting all the questions about his wings, watching them pile up and I could feel my cheeks heat up.

Not looking back at the criminal, I nod my head slowly and a light chuckle is heard from his side. He sways in his chair, looking at the window, which he seemed to always longingly look at, making me wonder if he would want to spread his wings again.

"Since I was born with wings, it's a must that I'm taller and skinnier, with a thin and light bone structure so that I can carry myself in the sky, aerodynamic and shit," he said, though I couldn't bring myself to correct him on his language.

"Will you talk now, Angel?"

Angel.

I sigh with a smile and shake my head, "I've said it before, call me Doctor Lee"

Jungkook, yet again, ignores me and looks at me expectantly.

"What would you like to talk about, Jungkook?" I ask and watch him closely as he starts thinking.

After a few moments, he answers "Why do you work here?"

I blinked at his question. I would've expected him to ask about when he'd be getting out or something along the lines of that, not something about myself.

"Because I want to help those that are misunderstood," I answer and he cocks his head to the side.

"But you look so young?" He asks. I was drawn out of my admiration and I nodded.

"I moved up a few years in high school, so I managed to finish university and get my degree in psychology quicker," I say as if it was nothing, making Jungkook let out a low chuckle.

"Oh, that's all?" he questions mockingly and I laugh. Jungkook  leaned back in his chair, making his straitjacket ride up, baring his pale, creamy skin that makes it hard to look away from.

It slipped up just enough for me to spot a tattoo on his torso. It was a wide wing that was spread out and must've crossed over to his back. It was detailed and was what looked like a masterpiece. As I was about to ask, he already answered.

"It's the gang's symbol, darling." he said with a sarcastic smirk but paused "But you wouldn't tell anyone that. Right?"

It was a question but I knew there was a threat behind it so I swallowed my words and nodded, making his smirk wider and sit back.

"Let's continue?" he questions and I comply.

-

That session was amazing. We kept a conversation going the entire time, and even though it wasn't about any pressing or deep issues, we were making so much progress.

Now, I was walking down the hallway to the scheduled appointment with Yeonjun .

I had scanned the papers that I have made on him that record when he has had sudden meltdowns, which happened to be a single day, every fortnight, and that day coincidentally happened to be today, meaning I had to walk on eggshells this session.

Arriving at my appointed room, I saw that the security guard and Yeonjun were already there.

"Oh, sorry I'm late! Caught up with work!" I explain apologetically, and the security guard smiles as he seats Yeonjun .

But Yeonjun didn't even look up or do anything to gesture a greeting, all he did was sit there, and I don't know if it was just a shadow, but I could definitely see some darkness looming over him.

"So, Yeonjun, how is your day? Any out-of-the-normal emotions?" I ask softly.

Instead of getting an answer, Yeonjun keeps his mouth shut. His back was already hunched, and his neck bowed so I couldn't see any of his facial expressions.

I didn't want to push him anymore, since he was probably already in one of his bad day breakdowns. I kept the room silent and started writing in my booklet of assessments I have set up for him and how we can lower the harm that can be caused by these breaks of emotion.

The pen I had was loud when I wrote notes down. It clicked on the page as I lifted and placed it back down the page, and since nobody else was saying anything else, the only thing you could hear was the constant click of the writing.

It lasted for a full minute before I heard an annoyed scoff leave the man's mouth.

I stopped the writing and skeptical looked up from the clipboard to see that his head was now raised so that I could see a disgusted scowl on his face, staring me straight in the eye.

"Yeonjun -" I started but was cut off by the surprise of seeing Yeonjun lunge at me, hands stretched before his body.

Jumping over the table, he knocked it over with a loud clang and pushed me down, so I was flat on the floor before getting on top of me and circling his hands around my throat, roughly and squeezing together tightly, cutting off all the air that I had in my body.

"Has anyone ever told you how fucking annoying you are!" He yelled furiously with a scowl on his face, pushing the back of my head on the floor further, making me gasp in pain.

My hands were scratching at him frantically, trying to get him off me, and that's when I remembered that the emergency button was in my pocket.

I quickly pressed the red button and the door immediately slammed open. Yeonjun was thrown off me and restrained with his face pushed to the floor, his hand quickly being cuffed. I shot up from my position, breathing in the air that I had completely lost and rubbed my hands on my neck which probably now had a bruise on it from the rough contact.

Jimin had already appeared and helped me up off my knees as I coughed, and Yeonjun was taken out of the room whilst yelling curses at me.

I didn't take any offense to it though. I know he didn't truly mean it, it's not his fault he was born into such a horrible environment for a child to grow up in and I'm not going to start blaming him for it.

Jimin helped me go to the nursing office and I could feel the bruising already taking effect, I needed to cover it up since it wasn't appropriate to be showing off in a workplace. I had the choice to go home, but I didn't want to ditch my priorities and I had promised that I was going to go to the new cafe down the road with Lisa. She would be distraught if I told her I couldn't come.

-

As I exited the office, I thanked the nurse for the fifth time and walked out into the lonely hallway, as Jimin had already left since his day of work had ended.

The click of my hill was disturbed by another pair of feet running toward me, as they stopped in front of me, I could see that it was an older male doctor that was out of breath, it seemed that he was in a rush. But as soon as he saw me, he stopped with a tired grin.

"Ah! Dr Lee, just the person I was looking for!" he said with a tired smile, and I returned the greeting with a polite nod.

"Mrs Min informed me that she would like you to have another session with Jungkook today so that you can get more progress since she noticed that you don't have any appointments with any other prisoners," he explained in an apologetic tone.

Maybe I should've taken that day off.

"Of course! Tell her that I'll have one scheduled at 12:30!" I said through gritted teeth. Great! So much for a Jungkook -free day.

The hours passed by quickly and before I knew it, I was in my chair, waiting for Jungkook  to be brought in.

Three,

Two,

One-

BEEP!

The sound echoed around the room but was stopped by the metal door clanging open. Jungkook appeared with his devious smirk, but it quickly fell as he laid his eyes on me.

As Jungkook was seated, the guard bowed a little before exiting the room, leaving me and the supernatural man alone in the room.

Preparing my notes, I saw that he had his eyes trained on my neck, which had been covered by a bandage, but before I got the chance to explain it, Jungkook questioned me.

"What happened to your neck?" he said coldly, sending a shiver down my spine.

"A patient had an outburst," I answered cautiously, not knowing what he intended with that information.

His jaw became tight, and I could see an angry glint in his eye. "Who?" he demanded

"Why do you want to know?" I challenged him instead, but he persisted.

"Who."

"We're supposed to be focusing on you here, Jungkook. This is a precious time." I said strictly and dared to make eye contact with him.

A rude scoff was heard on his side making me cock my head, annoyed.

He stares at me furiously and the more I look at him, the more I feel drawn to him.

"Yeonjun. Why?" I answered but repeated my question from before, but he just nodded his head tightly and looked but he just nodded his head tightly and looked back at the door.

"Nevermind," he said, looking back at me with a completely different facial expression. Calm.

The sudden change of emotions made me perk up and I scribbled down notes of his behavior in my book, then continued as if it was still the start.

"Okay, onto today's session, we will be…”