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“Soul mates will always end up together. No matter how much love got lost, no matter how much distance there was. You lose each other to find each other again. That’s what it’s like when someone is meant for you… if they leave, they will return and stay forever.”
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Its always the same.
The stillness that suffocates against his heart, which one that doesn’t faze him. The heart ache stayed with him, never left and he practically lives with it now. Its just another person he’s going to consult and rant about his heartache which possibly doesn’t make any sense to the other.
Jimin sighs.
He just needs to go in there repeat the same thing and get his heartache called as a symptom of his anxiety. Merely nod, get his therapy sessions scheduled and go home. That’s all he needs to do, right? Its not that hard as he’s used to this for the past few years.
That’s where it all takes a turn.
Its not just another therapy session.
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“He’s back?”
“Just yesterday, and your mom has made an appointment with him for a therapy session tomorrow at 9.”
“You know he’s a well-known psychologist now right, Jimin-ah?” Hobi, a.k.a Jimin’s manager and confidante, asks again.
Seconds pass, his brain slowly taking the news in, struggling to comprehend that he isn’t just hearing things.
His bestfriend-
“He’s back,” Jimin whispers.
Hobi slowly walks towards where Jimin is sitting and engulfs him in a hug knowing he needs it right now. “He wanted to see you right away, but you were in a shoot”
“H-He wanted to see me?”
“Of course, he does. He’s your bestfriend after all, Jimin-ah. You’ll go see him tomorrow, okay? Pick up where you guys left off and..... your mom talked with him yesterday, and he is willing to help you with… everything.”
Jimin snorted. “Of course, she did. She just had to tell him about how pathetic I’ve been, like its her business, again. I’m not surprised, hyung.”
“So our reunion would be at a therapy session, I’m baffled. Don’t you think he’ll leave after listening to my stupid heartache encounters, hyung?” Jimin chuckles, bitterly.
“It’s nothing like that, Min-ah. Stop putting yourself down, please.” Hobi frowns at Jimin’s words.
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“Mr Park?”
Jimin looks up to the voice which interrupted him out of the flashbacks.
“You may wait inside. Come this way,” the receptionist motions him into a room.
He takes a seat and stares at the name plate on the desk, clearly engraved the name he has not uttered for years.
Kim Taehyung.
His Taehyungie-
He shakes his head and tries to cope with the tension and anxiety building up in him, which worsens his heartache. Before the panic could eat him alive, he manages to catch up on subtle breathing exercises to ground himself.
He misses the sound of the door opening and freezes at the voice he missed the most all these years.
“Jimin-ah”