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26. Suga/Agust D: I Need (Your) Help

                            Your Pov

I sighed as I stepped out of the car. I looked up to admire the skyscraper that was in front of me. 

"Come one, sweetie. Let's go in, I'm late" my mom said. 

My mom is a psychologist, she mostly helps people who have fallen into depression. That skyscraper I was talking about is where her clinic is in. Not very smart if you ask me. If one of her clients decides to commit suicide, they can just go up to the roof and eh... yeah. 

Today was one of the days she insisted I went with her. Why? I have no idea. She sometimes tells me I have a good effect on her clients because I am a very calm person. It 's good to know I can help, but sometimes it's very difficult to keep yourself together while you listen to people's stories. 

We entered the waiting room and there were a few people waiting. There was a woman who was shaking like crazy. I bet she would run away if she had the chance. I slowly studied  the other patients.
One guy caught my eye. He had blonde messy hair and looked at the wall in front of him. It seemed like he didn't even notice my presence. I think he was around my age.
I always feel bad when I see people of my age sitting here, I mean, I wouldn't want to go to a psychologist at this age. 

The guy's eyes were dull, which made me wonder what he had been through. 

"Min Yoongi, please come with us" my mom said. 

The guy I had been eyeing stood up and followed my mom. He didn't even look at me while walking past me. Our shoulders brushed against each other and I frowned. 'He is something else' I thought. 

I followed my mom and Yoongi to a different room and sat next to my mom while Yoongi sat across of us. 

"So, Mr Min ( Lel ) can you tell me a little bit about your situation and what I can help you with?" My mom was very polite, even to teenagers. 

"Miss" Yoongi said in a husky voice. "If it's okay with you, can your daughter help me instead of you? I will be more comfortable around someone of my age" He still hadn't looked at us once. I was a little surprised, I had never helped someone without my mom. And now, this guy wanted me to help him? 

"Oh, eh" mom looked at me to see if I was okay with it. I thought about it for a while. I couldn't help but feel curious about this guy. So I nodded. "I'll do it"

There weren't any other free rooms available in the clinic, so mom told me to take Yoongi home and treat him there. I protested, but mom insisted. I don't like taking strangers to my house, but oh well. 

Yoongi silently followed as I walked to the nearest bus stop. The ride home was awkwardly quiet. I kept stealing glances at him, but he didn't move for like the whole time. I wondered if he had been frozen in place. When we had to exit the bus, I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes, taking  him out of his thoughts. "We're here" I said. He followed me again until we arrived at my house. 

"Ah, what  to do" I whispered. 'Should I ask him if he's hungry?' 'It's lunch time, shall I make him some food?' 'Should I take him to my room or talk to him in the living room?' I was going crazy because of all of these questions. 

"If you want anything to eat or drink, just tell me" I said. Yeah, way to go, that solved the problem hehe. 

"Can I have a glass of water, please" Yoongi said softly. 

I nodded and went to the kitchen to get something to drink for both of us. I handed him his water and said "Let's go upstairs, we can talk there" 

He didn't argue and followed me to my room. 

"Make yourself at home" I closed the door and for the first time Yoongi looked at me. He sat down on my bed, or more like lied down. He took that 'make yourself at home' quite serious. "So" I said as I sat down, too. "How can I help you?" I really wasn't used to this so I felt a little awkward. 

"What's your name" He ignored my question. I raised my eyebrows. "y/n"   "How old are you?" Argh why was he asking me these questions?! "19" I decided to answer anyway. He chuckled. "Good, I'm older, you should call me oppa, then" I was shocked. "Excuse you, I'm here to help you, not to become friends with you" I said harshly and he somehow seemed surprised by my answer. 

He sat up straight "Look, kitten. The more I trust you and get to know you, the more I will tell about myself" I cringed at the fact he called me kitten, but I tried not to show him he caught me off guard. "Fine, but I can't help you if you're not willing to tell me stuff"

He looked me right in my eyes and it started to creep me out. Then, he smirked "I'm a lunatic y/n. You can't help a sick mind like me, I'm too far gone" It somehow made me feel sad. His words hit me like daggers. 'you can't help a sick mind like me, i'm too far gone' I wanted to help him, no, I needed to help him. "If you think I can't help you, then why are you here?" I was scared my voice would break, but fortunately it didn't. 

"Because being with you helps a little" My eyes widened. He looked at his hands and I saw a smile creeping up on his face. "I've seen you before, on the streets. I just knew I wanted to be with you. My parents have sent me to many psychologists, even to a mental health hospital. It all didn't help a single bit. You are my last hope" I was his last hope? EH, NO PRESSURE AT ALL. I'M FINE. 

Well, if this guy needed me, then I would be there for him. "Okay, what can I do for you?"  Yoongi looked at me with a 'I-got-an-idea-but-i'm-not-telling-you' face. "Follow me" was all he said before getting up and leaving the house. What was this guy up to. 

He walked all the way to a cafe, where he told me to sit down and have lunch together. I did as told, and we ate together. We talked a lot, forgetting about the fact that I was supposed to be his psychologist. It felt more like he was a friend now. He paid for the lunch and soon had to go back to his parents at home. We seperated our paths there and I couldn't help but wonder, when would I be able to see him again? 

The following weeks, Yoongi visited my house regularly. I felt like just hanging out actually helped him. I got to see him smile more often and sometimes his eyes would look less dull than before. 

One day, when he was supposed to visit again, he didn't show up. I got a little worried, what if something happened to him? Suddenly, I got a text from an unknown number.  'Sup kitten, meet me in the park at 6 - MYG'  I rolled my eyes, he still has the guts to call me kitten :/

Anyway, I made my way to the park, but there was no sign of Yoongi. I waited for a while, until I felt a pair of arms sneak around my waist. The person let his face rest in the crook of my neck, I could tell it was Yoongi. I stood frozen, surprised by his sudden touch, but I didn't push him away either. "I'm feeling incredibly good today" he whispered in my ear. Goosebumps formed on my arms. 

Yoongi released me from his backhug and spun me around. "I asked you to come here because I wanted to tell you something, something important" he told me. I nodded, waiting for him to tell me. He seemed, somehow, nervous. "Look" He started. "I like you, y/n, I like you a lot" He put his forehead against mine and looked straight into my eyes. I didn't know what to say. Honestly, I had feelings for him, too. "Be mine" His voice was low, I bit my lip and nodded. 

He didn't wait any longer to connect our lips. I was a little taken aback, but soon recovered and kissed back. 

We broke apart and he smirked 

"Who knew you could be my medicine" 

 SORRY THIS STORY LINE IS SHITTY OMG.