{ Jungkook's P.O.V }

"Here."

Hearing her voice, I looked up at her hand which was held out towards me with a soda can in it.

Sitting up straight on the bench, I shook my head slightly, "I'm not thirsty." I lied, not wanting to take anything from her.

"Yeah, whatever," she threw the can in my lap before taking a seat beside me, "Drink up and relax. I'm not letting you go with any questions unanswered."

Sighing before opening the can and gulping down the drink, I looked around the vacant park. As it was Sunday, there was not even a single kid in the park. A day where people stay home and relax, I'm stuck here.

Turning around to look at the road, I mentally cursed Jimin hyung for not being there.

Did he died of dehydration while finding me?

Or did the grim reaper found that old hag before he found me?

~~~

After a few minutes of cool breeze hitting my face, the smell of dew calming my nerves and a battle of thoughts going inside my head, I gulped nervously when the girl next to me threw her can away and turned to face me.

"So?" Eun Byul asked.

Fiddling with the can in my hands, I felt sudden tears welling up in my eyes as I recalled the conversation I had earlier with Mr. Tan.

[ Flashback ]

{ Author's P.O.V }

Jungkook laid down comfortably on the couch in Mr. Tan's office as Mr.Tan took a seat on a chair beside the couch. Opening the hardcover diary in his hands, Mr. Tan read aloud the few information Jimin had provided him about Jungkook

"Jungkook. 17. Loves to annoy his hyung. Hates being called gookie..." Mr. Tan sighed upon the fact that he was reading such useless information. Skipping through all the nonsense stuff, he came to the main point of concern.

"Nightmares."

Jungkook gulped, nodding his head slightly.

Placing his spectacles in his lap, Mr. Tan looked at the nervous and tensed boy, "I'm Tan fujimoto. 34 years in age," he smiled, leaning back comfortably in his chair, "I used to have nightmares in my earlier 20's. Nightmares of failure, ending up alone in a corner. All that kind of negative stuff... At that time, I was scared to share, to tell anyone about my problems. I thought people would make me a laughing stock if I did so..." Mr. Tan trailed off.

Jungkook looked at him, wondering as to why an unknown middle aged man was telling him his lifestory and at the same time, he wanted him to continue.

Mr. Tan smiled at thin air before continuing, "But then I met a person. Not sure how but I grew to trust her enough to tell her all my secrets. Gladly, what I feared so far didn't happened. She, instead of calling me a psycopath or leaving me, listened to me, encouraged me, helped me and loved me. After that, I decided to help those who are going through the same condition I went through. Who are afraid to tell others," he sat up, leaning towards Jungkook's couch, "I assure you, you can trust me, Jungkook." he said, smiling politely and sincerely.

Jungkook looked at the old man before thinking deeply whethere to trust him or not?

Mr. Tan waited patiently as endless strings of thoughts were going inside Jungkook's mind.

After a few minutes, Jungkook took a deep breath, "Beating... Hunger. A car..." he trailed off, his voice becoming low and raspy when recalling the scary nightmares.

Mr. Tan wrote down something in his diary before looking up at Jungkook as a sign to continue.

Gulping, he continued, "In my dreams, a group of boys surround me in a dark alleyway and beat me up re-really badly. With blood dripping out from my mouth and my clothes torned, I go back home where all I get is scolding from my unemployed parents. With hunger and pain, I wander around the streets and then... I get hit by a car...." Jungkook's voice was low and full of pain with tears on the verge of falling down from his eyes, "The last thing in my dream is me lying... in a pool of my own blood-" Jungkook stopped as he burst into tears.

Standing up, Mr. Tan walked up to his table and passed a glass of water to the younger one before sitting beside him and reassuringly patting his back, "It's okay."

Jungkook sniffed, nodding his head. Mr. Tan smiled at him before passing him a napkin.

"Please excuse me for a moment," Mr. Tan said, before walking out of the room in order to give Jungkook some time to calm his nerves down.

Closing the door of his office, Mr. Tan looked at Jimin who was sitting on a chair outside the office, playing games on his cell phone.

'Kids these days need their cell phones more than oxygen.' Thought Mr. Tan.

Looking at Mr. Tan, Jimin quickly put his cell phone back before standing up with a nervous grin, "I-Is it done? Already?"

Mr. Tan nodded, "Yes. About Jungkook, I'm pretty sure his dreams have something to do with reality."

Jimin's brows furrowed in confusion, " Reality?"

"Yes. And for this, I have a question for you. Has Jungkook ever been in an accident? Minor or major?"

"I can't really answer you that, doc. I met that dude a couple of weeks ago."

"Then why are you here instead of his parents?"

"Well..."

"Youngsters these days. Anyways, if it happened before you got to know him, I have to ask his parents or someone else about the details."

"Why don't you just ask Jungkook directly?"

"Mr. Park, unlike you, I have enough experience that allows me to know in the short time that I've spent with my client that he doesn't remembers the problem he's here for."

"Woah, roasting me out of nowhere? But how can you be so sure if it's just not his nightmare but actually happened?"

"Due to certain details and my experience, I am sure to an extent that it happened but the subject himself doesn't remember it."

"Doesn't remembers? Dude, he can't possibly forget about an accident in case if he had one."

Mr. Tan shook his head in disapproval, "He CAN forget it due to a traumic disorder."

Jimins eyes widened as he sat up straight, "Traumic disorder? He's perfectly fine."

"No, he's not. And that's why he's here. Mr. Park, I've been in this field more than you think and it's not my first time having a case of this kind," Mr. Tan said, shooting glares at Jimin for underestimating him, "What I prefer is to tell his parents to take him to a hospital  and get him checked or either them having a grownups talk with me because I'd prefer talking to them rather than talking to a highschooker who met my patient a few weeks ago."

"Roasting me again!? But that's not the problem here, doc... No one except me knows about his nightmares."

"WHAT?! How can he possibly not tell his parents-"

"Adopted parents. He's adopted."

The very words Jimin uttered gave a slight shock to Mr. Tan, "I see... Do they treat him nicely?"

Jimin smiled, "Yes. They treat him like their own son."

Mr. Tan smiled, "Glad to hear that. But for now, you have to take him to a hospital."

"Sure. I'll take him as his responsible hyung," Jimin said, smiling back at him.

Mr. Tan stood up and walked back inside the room where he found Jungkook with his head buried in his hands. The moment Mr. Tan walked up to him, Jungkook looked up at him with his face red and tears rolling down his cheeks.

"What's wrong with me?" his voice was barely above a whisper and raspy.

Sighing, Mr. Tan sat beside him, patting his back. With right and light choice of words, he told Jungkook the possible reason of his nightmares, followed by a trail of reassuring words.

Jungkook listened to his words, the fear growing inside him. He thought them to be just some stupid nightmares which could be stopped with time or medicines but the moment Mr. Tan said 'traumic disease', he abruptly stood up.

With his hands tucked in his hair, he mumbled, "I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy," looking up at Mr. Tan, who was trying to approach him, he shouted, "I'M NOT CRAZY!!" and with that, he ran out.

[ End of Flashback ]

After letting out all the story, I didn't dared to look at her face. The can slippery in my sweaty hands which were shaking terribly.

Suddenly, she took the soda can from my hands, "You're trembling."

I looked at her and she was looking back at me with a blank face.

With my sleeve, I rubbed off my tears, "Sorry.." I whispered.

"It's okay." she said as silence took over us again.

I didn't wanted her to say anything neither did I wanted to say anything.

But well... It's Eun Byul.

Standing up, she turned to me,"WHAT THE ACTUAL HECK!? You have nightmares of death and abuse and all this shit and you act like a careless punk, who doesn't give a shit about anyone nor anything?!" she finished, breathing heavily like she just ran a marathon.

How many 'shit' were there in her single sentence?

I looked away from her, feeling offended by her words, "Everyone just made assumptions without even knowing my problems." I mumbled.

"How will they know if you don't talk to them, kid? No one in the real world has the power to read minds. At least have one person to have your back." she said before silence fell between us once again.

"Get up," she said after a few minutes of being silent.

She really can't shut up for more than a couple of minutes.

Looking at her, I asked, "What?"

She grabbed my hand, making me stand up before starting to pull me out of the park.

I jerked my hand away from her grip before coming to a stop,"Where are you taking me?"

She turned to me, "If what that psychopath said is a lie, then I'm gonna make sure to beat his ass into a pulp for scamming you," she said, making the side of my lip curl up a bit, "We're going to the hospital, come on," she grabbed my hand again and started pulling me.

This time, I didn't jerked my hand away, and just walked with her, while looking at the side of her face, in confusion, and guilt.

Why is she helping me?

To be continued...