"Why the fuck do you need to know?" Ha-eun asked in anger. I tapped my fingers on the clipboard. In that moment it felt like deja-vu. I remembered when I was the one that needed saving, but here I am now saving others.

No, I wasn't saving others, but I was helping them save themselves. "Ha-eun, I need to know because I need to know why you've been treating yourself like this." I responded.

Her fists were clenched, "You don't even know what I went through." She seemed to avoid eye contact with me. This was the line that made me realize how people will judge you just looking at you. They don't listen to your life story before judgement. That's just how it is.

"With the information you have given me so far, we are quite similar. I'm not going to tell you my life story—but I'll tell you a part of it. My whole family excluding myself, died in a car accident." I didn't mention how it wasn't really an accident because it would be too long of a story.

She bit her nails, still not paying attention. "I suffered with depression my whole life, and I still do to this day. I use to do what I notice you doing as well," I nodded my head at her scars. "I want to help you get through this big obstacle in your life so you could live freely. So you won't get trapped in this, in this horrible world of misery." She looked up at me as I finished.

"I hated going to therapy sessions too. I hated how they'd pry and try to get information out of me, but it wasn't because they're nosy. They were just trying to help me. So please, Ha-eun, help me help you." I said.

I had gone through a couple more sessions after the whole warehouse thing. After a few therapists, one made me realize how important it is to try to relate to the patient. That one therapist was the only one that made me feel comfortable in opening up.

Honestly, I never planned on going to therapy. It wasn't until all of Bangtan agreed that we'd go to a few sessions each because even though we were able to let go, there was still a lot we endured.

Ha-eun stayed quiet, fidgeting with her fingers. "My father was an alcoholic. Well, he still is." She took a deep breath. "He'd abuse me, and he'd control me like I was his pet. I'm sorry I don't know why I even came here in the first place." She rushed, quickly standing up.

I stood up, placing the clipboard onto the chair as I placed my hand onto her shoulder in comfort. "Don't rush, Ha-eun. Take your time in telling me, and you don't have to tell me everything in one session. You can tell me when you're ready. You have already made tremendous progress, so don't force yourself." I said. Mostly because the session was almost over, but I didn't want to be a one-time therapist for her. I wanted to be more of a friend that she was able to talk to.

I looked up at the clock, the end of the session coming near. "The session is over, but with what you told me—please tell the police too. Please know that you aren't in this alone and that there are people out there willing to help you. I'll see you soon." I gave her a smile. Ha-eun gave me a small smile back before she turned her back, leaving.

My sneakers tapped against the ground as I walked to my desk. I would wear heels, but I absolutely hate them. Heels are the epitome of pain. I might be an adult now, but heels are something I can never get use to.

My phone vibrated on my desk, a message from him. I smiled, picking my phone up as I read the message.

🐰❤️

Five years later and he still can't text properly. I sighed, but still with a smile on my face as I responded.

🐰❤️

🐰❤️

💕

🐰❤️

I placed my phone down with a wide smile on my face. Since Jungkook got a new studio, he's been busy most of the time, but the days he comes home are always the best.

Oh, and yeah. Jungkook finally got signed to a company as a current trainee. It started when he had that gig at the bar after graduation. He continued doing more gigs until he was able to get bigger, and more videos were posted of him on YouTube.

I think the company said something about being a korean pop star. With his looks, maybe he'll really be obsessed over, but I hope it'll be more over his vocals.

Jungkook seems happy these days, so I'm happy for him. He's gotten what he has always wanted, even though he didn't believe in himself at first.

Bangtan is still somewhat together. We reunite sometimes and we never forget what we have done together and all the moments we shared years ago. It's something we will never bury. We all went in different paths, but never negative.

Kim Namjoon—as cliche as it might be, he's the current CEO to one of the biggest competing companies at the age of 24. Turns out that hard work really does have great outcomes. And how did he get there? I don't know.

Kim Seokjin—He's picked up baking. There's a restaurant that he opened quite recently, and I must say, his food is astonishing. What's even funnier is that he named the restaurant 'Eatjin'. Not surprised.

Min Yoongi—Basketball. He picked it up a little bit after the situation, and he himself didn't even know how good he is with the basketball. I was even more surprised when he beat all six members at once.

Jung Hoseok—I never realized how amazing he is at dancing until he showed me. I'm sure he can get famous quickly when he posts something up. He says he doubts it, but I believe in him. We all do.

Park Jimin—He said something along the lines of singing. I heard him in the background of Jungkook's song, 'Waste it On Me', and his high notes were pretty darn spectacular for a beginner.

Kim Taehyung—Art. He's always had this special talent, but he never told us about it until after the whole situation. His paintings look so beautiful and I'm sure he could make a career out of it.

I never expected Bangtan to have such diverse hobbies and interests. They're all successful in a way, too. Hell, Namjoon is a leader for an even bigger corporation. They're all being leaders in a way, whether it's with a ball or with a paintbrush.

I dried my hair with the towel, staring at the dress on my bed ready for me to put on. I decided to go a little bit out of my comfort zone today with the dress, but the last time I went all out with the heels—Jungkook said I looked great even if I wore sweats and a t-shirt.

I chose a wine red dress that flares out at the arms and barely reaches my knee. It has a deep v-neck and shows a bit of my corsage, but not enough for Jungkook to get jealous. Because I know how jealous he can get.

Instead of wearing heels, I slipped on black boots. They weren't as heavy as Jungkook's Timbs—but they also looked decent with the red dress.

I left my hair straightened, too lazy to do the work so I slipped in a few hair clips and I was ready for tonight. I had actually debated if I shouldn't wear panties tonight, but I decided against it since the dress itself was already too short.

Oh well, Jungkook can rip it off himself.