𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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Sometimes Jungkook would be asked to sit in on the therapy sessions and listen quietly. He learned things about me he had never known before.

Since my mind wasn't in the best shape once my life settled down, I wasn't capable of focusing on our relationship as much as I would have liked to, and I hated myself for it, which would be brought up a lot during these sessions.

He learned stories about my life. What I endured as a child, how it affected me knowing I had to take care of myself and my father, how much working took a toll on me, how the prison took my innocence, and how Ghost ruined my mind.

Although I talked about my father, I realized the reason behind us being so poor was that he had to give his earnings to the mayor. As much as I knew that, I still dealt with years of that responsibility that I won't ever recover from.

I felt used, oftentimes unloved, betrayed, and talked down to by him. However, I still loved him, and as much as I knew then that time heals all wounds, I still feel the same way as of today.

It's been a year since everything, and although I'm still coping with my past, my future has been looking clearer lately; my past not so much.

I won't deny some days are better than others, but even on the bad days, I know I can't let myself slip back into my shell and hide away from the world. As hard as it is to live, it's harder going back to that form of living and erasing all of the progress that myself, my therapist, and Jungkook have worked so hard to achieve.

One good part about the whole situation is that I wasn't alone in seeking therapy. I think there's a misunderstanding about the concept, and many people believe those who come to a therapist are seen as a person who deals with psychiatric issues or are sometimes referred to as insane or crazy.

However, people don't realize that sometimes communication can bring someone out of a dark, black hole and a lot of times, can be healed. I struggled for a while and thought I was going insane, but with help, I realized my broken mind was the issue, not myself.

Jungkook also sought help from the same therapist for issues he had in his childhood, from the prison, and the many months he spent looking for me and the damage it also brought to his mental health. I didn't know he was seeing a therapist until five months had passed, yet he still took care of me and hid that because he didn't want me to worry.

Of course, I felt terrible after finding out, but I also felt loved, too.

Throughout this long year, Jungkook and I found out parts about each other that we fell in love with even more. Not only did I witness his warm heart, but I also figured out he had been putting up a fake persona around everyone else but me.

During the year we've lived together, I got to fully know him, and I fell more in love than I thought imaginable. He stole my heart and healed my soul.

I'm not saying we didn't sometimes have little arguments over stupid things, but I am saying by the next day we already forgot about our troubles. Jungkook and I wanted us to work, and we wanted that more than anything else. A little argument wasn't going to tear us apart after all we endured.

However, despite everything, we made sure to keep our romance alive and burning as hot as we could. Every weekend, we made couple plans, went out and had fun, forgot about our troubles, and focused on each other instead.