The loud music in the club made my head pound.

I couldn't find Hyeon anymore. She just trailed off into the crowds of dance floor.

I downed a light shot. It's nice to get a little loose once in a while.

"Yah! Why don't you go talk to people, Jiji?" Hyeon appeared and grinned at me.

She took a sip from her beer bottle before slipping away again.

I shook my head and watched as there were couples and just total strangers rubbing up against eachother.

I cringed, disgusted by the sight. I looked around before my eyes focused on a guy entering with his grey hoodie up.

He slightly glanced up before his hands immediately went up to his head.

Maybe the music's too loud for him.

He clutched his head tighter and staggered to the hallway where I'm guessing the bathrooms were.

I could tell something was wrong.

Even if it wasn't my business, I needed to help him.

I pushed through the crowd and tried catching up with him but the door already closed behind him when I saw him stumble to the ground.

My walking sped up as I finally made it to the door and pushed it open.

"T-Taehyung?" I asked in shock. He was leaned up against the wall, both of his hands over his head as if he was being attacked.

"The voices. Tell him to stop. Please. I can't take it." He sounded vulnerable.
I sunk down next to him and rubbed calming circles on his back.

"Taehyung. Everything will be fine. Don't worry okay? I'm here." As much as I was panicking in the inside, I had to stay calm.

"Are they going away?" I watched as he slowly removed his hands but continued to violently shake.

"I-I think so." He whispered and looked me in the eyes.

His eyes were full of fear. All I wanted to do was hug him and tell him that it'll be okay.

A person like him doesn't deserve this kind of situation in their life.

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"I'm sorry you had to see me in that state." He sighed and glanced down at his lap. He played with a piece of string from my duvet.

"You can't help it Taehyung. It's fine. I'm your therapist, remember?" I smiled at him, trying to lighten up the mood.

He made a noise of agreement and bit the inside of his cheek.

"So, how old are you?" I changed the subject. He glanced up at me and smiled warmly.

"I'm 20. What about you?"

"19. I usually deal with older patients so you're the first young patient I've had." My smile turned into a frown as I saw his eyes cast downwards again.

"It started when I was your age."

"What do your parents say about it?" I curiously asked, hoping it wasn't a touchy subject to talk about.

"They say I need help. They don't see me as a normal person. Hell, they don't even see me as their son!" His voice slightly rose.

"I'm not just some crazy mentally ill person. I'm their son. Their son." His voice broke as I saw the tears well up in his eyes.

I gulped and tried to blink away my own tears at his confession.

"You're not just some crazy mentally ill person to me. I know we barely met but I could tell you aren't like that Taehyung. You may think I'm doing this job for the money but I do this to help people."

"And I want to help you." I continued as he slowly nodded.

A/N~ ITS UNEDITED SO IF YOU SAW ANY MISTAKES, I DIDNT HAVE TIME TO EDIT ;-;