"Yoongi, I really think you should see a doctor or professional for this. Depression isn't something to take lightly." Namjoon urged. He and Yoongi had promised to meet at his art museum. Well, Namjoon threatened to place hidden cameras and alarm clocks around his room, as the two were roommates.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. They were inside the building, right next to the entrance to an exhibit that Namjoon was hosting. It was ten minutes before closing time for the featured exhibit, so the doorway was more than crowded with last minute visitors.

"I've been dealing with it for so long, how is it going to affect me now. I'm basically immune to it. Besides, the money that would be put into the counseling could go to perfectly good food. Pancake batter is thicker than love." Yoongi shrugged, earning a blank look from Namjoon.

"Do you mean blood? Gah nevermind, I have to do some stuff for the museum. But before I go, you better meet this therapist or else I'll hang alarms in the bathroom too." Namjoon handed Yoongi a business card.

"Jung Hoseok, professional sunshine that blinds your problems away... What kind of stupid slogans do people make nowadays?" Yoongi muttered. He looked up to ask Namjoon a question, but he had already left.

"Dammit, why does he get what he wants every time." Yoongi sighed.

"Oomph," A tall and well-built man who oddly smelled like lamb skewers, ran into him. Yoongi, being the small and ferocious bean he was, barred his teeth and scowled at him.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there." His tone felt strangely glum and gave a constrained vibe to Yoongi. Being plainly curious, he was about to ask why the man was like that, but again, he too disappeared.

"Goddamn! What's with people leaving before hearing my questions?" Yoongi frowned in distaste. He flipped the card over and read the address of the therapist, rubbing his thumb over the engraved letters on the business card.

"Cacopy Ave., 6604." Yoongi pouted, sliding the business card into his pocket and out of his conscious.

Or so he hoped.

Lunchtime came around, and Yoongi had stopped by the nearest place to crash and eat out half of their food supply.

The bistro was themed around seafood, and Yoongi was seated at a booth. It had an elegant but simple look, and also had dark lighting, which Yoongi appreciated.

"Welcome to SeaSide, I am your waiter, Jackson Wang. What can I get you today?" The waiter handed Yoongi a silver menu. Yoongi took a peek at the items they served while the waiter listed the lunch specials.

"The—what the hell?" Yoongi muttered in surprise. Everything on the menu started with names like 'sun' or 'sunshine' or 'yellow'. He closed his eyes and counted to ten before seeing if it was just a hallucination. And it was.

"Thank god. Alright, I'll get the Big-Mouth Bass with the side of a salad." Yoongi ordered. The waiter nodded and flipped his notepad to its cover page.

"It will be here in a few minutes." Yoongi nodded as the waiter went away to tend to another table's needs.

Yoongi glanced around to find many couples flirting around. Yoongi snapped his head back to the empty seat across from him. He let his eyes path its way down the zig-zag stitching, as he really didn't have anything else to do.

After doing that six times, his phone vibrated. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out his phone. But since he had a rubber casing, the business card that was also in the same pocket stuck to his phone.

"Dammit," Yoongi muttered, attempting to pry the paper card with his thumbnail. A long second of struggling later, the card fell and fluttered to the ground.

Yoongi started at the burgundy card as Namjoon's words echoed in his head.

"'Scuse me— oh," the waiter had brought over Yoongi's order and had noticed the card on the ground. He glanced at Yoongi who was staring at the card.

He set the plates down on the wooden table and picked the card up from the floor. He flipped it so that the front was showing.

"Are you planning on going here?" The waiter asked, pointing to the address on the card.

"Er— I think??" Yoongi hesitantly responded.

"Well Hoseok is a great therapist. My friend goes there." He handed the card back to Yoongi, who had looked at the card's lettering again.

"Well thanks— did he just leave?" Yoongi sighed. He took one last look at the card and slipped it back in his pocket. But this time, he didn't try to cover its existence from his conscious.

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HI- don't you love writing fanfics but then a week later you find 10000+ mistakes including the existence of the actual book?

I love writing

Anyways- thank you Een semipai for making the current covers for Moonchild and PH&BA ((they probs will be temporary I'm sorry Een gah but ilysm♥️))

You seriously didn't have to do this, but thank you sm gahhhh♥️♥️♥️

On another note, BIGHIT STOP MURDERING THE FANDOM IT AIN'T NICE- GIVE US HIXTAPE FIRST THEN THE COMEBACK

⊰Dedicated to Een⊱

((Idc that I dedicated the first chapter of PH&BA to her she is the best))

~Saika~