"Cacopy Avenue, all riders that wish to step off the bus please do so now." Yoongi stood up to exit the bus, but his phone was still rested on the seat, resulting in his left earbud being jerked out.

"Bitch," Yoongi whispered to his phone right as he snatched it from the bench.

"Mama? What did he say? Beach?" A small girl innocently asked her mom, who stared at Yoongi in horror.

She quickly hid her disgusted mood and with nauseating sweetness in her voice said, "Yes honey, he said beach to his phone." She threw another dirty look at Yoongi and patted her daughter's head.

"But why would he say that? His phone isn't a beach. Unless he had a picture of a beach as his screensaver. OOoooo— What if he had a really pretty picture of the beach? Can we go to the beach you went to last time? What was it called, it was something like, nood, nude? Noot noot—?" The little girl's mom briskly clamped her hand over her daughter's mouth.

"Taeyeon, dear, let's not talk about that here." The mom nervously said, readjusting her bra and tank top straps to hide her tattoo of a pair of dolphins that rested between her shoulder blades. The little girl's words had caught some nosy strangers' attention, which resulted in them giving judgemental looks to the mom.

"Beach, my ass," Yoongi muttered as he swung his body across one of the metal poles and out the folding doors.

Once he landed, a small dirt dust cloud formed, causing him to cough.

"What the fuck." Yoongi waved his hand in front of his face to stop his coughing fit. Yoongi glanced at the bus stop's purple-rimmed sign numbered 304. Yoongi checked off to remember the number.

"Cacopy Avenue, 6602, 6603, 6604. There." Yoongi skeptically opened the glass door marked with the building numbers in bolded black.

Upon stepping into the building, he was greeted with a big toothy smile.

"Welcome! How may I help you?"

"Um?" Yoongi was stoned in the moment; this 'Hoseok' didn't seem like a therapist, or rather someone who belonged in this sort of environment.

"Oh, well, let me introduce myself. I am Jung Hoseok, the only employee here." Hoseok smiled at Yoongi, who was more puzzled than a student who had been placed in a Calculus class when they only were in the Algebra stage.

"Why did you need to specify that?" Yoongi questioned. "Why did you need to say something so trivial?"

"Well, I thought, because the amount of people asking me if there was any other employees, I decided to avoid that question." Hoseok laughed slightly. Something in his eyes seem to have dimmed, as if he had a small flashback to something. Yoongi vowed to not bring that up, or else he might trigger something. He knew that feeling.

"Well, anyways, I came for therapy or something? Namjoon recommended you." Hoseok's eyes lit up.

"Are you his roommate?" Hoseok gabbed. Yoongi nodded, and Hoseok grabbed the nearest notepad and pen. The notepad had a faint printing of yellow flowers as the background, earning a curious look from Yoongi.

"Um..?" Yoongi asked.

"Oh sorry sorry. Namjoon and I are pretty close. We went to middle and high school together." Hoseok assured him. "Putting that aside, let us get on with the therapy session. This first one is on me." Hoseok winked.

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I regret every reference I stash in these fanfics I'm so sorry

And istg this chapter was trash I'm so sorry I hate school too

Also ty sm to Jaycee vantae- for making the cover for Moonchild gahhh it's beautiful

⊰Dedicated to Jaycee⊱

~Saika~