Chapter 18

"And Jimin has been stuttering his whole life?" the therapist asks and Mrs. Park nods her head yes, whilst Jimin just stares at the ground. He's afraid that the therapist will link his stuttering to anxiety and then diagnose him and give him other therapists for that, just things that the redhead really doesn't wanna deal with.

"Okay. I'm gonna have to ask you to wait outside whilst Jimin and I talk for a bit, if that's alright?" Mrs. Park nods and pats Jimin's head before leaving. "So how I would like to work with you, is to give you a few activities of some sort that you can do. Kind of like homework that should help you speak without problems. Sounds good?" Jimin nods.

"Okay so, I would like you to meditate. I know it can sound silly for a young teenager, but stuttering also comes from being tense and insecure, and so meditation should help you relax." Jimin mentally rolls his eyes, not believing that this is actually gonna work, but he'll still do it. "Just do that 20 minutes everyday."

"Do you stutter when you talk to yourself?" Jimin nods his head no. "Not r-really, s-sometimes b-but r-rarely." The therapist nods and writes down information about Jimin in a notebook. "So another thing is to talk to yourself. Stand in front of the mirror and talk to yourself for 30 minutes everyday. You're gonna hear your voice without stuttering so much which will help you to not stutter when you talk to other people. And You're going to get used to hearing your non-stuttering voice." The therapist smiles at the younger boy before her eyes.

The therapist is young and beautiful. She has dark brown hair tied in a low ponytail, big dark eyes and pink lips. "Also read out loud to yourself a lot. Make breathing exercises and try and take your time when you speak, don't rush the words." She writes down all the things she just told Jimin to do, and hands him the paper. "So do these things everyday starting from now and, you can come back in...1 week?" She asks and Jimin nods.

"What time is good for you? since you have school and such." "U-mm, a-around 4pm?" The therapist nods. They walk outside of the small room and the therapist talks to Jimin's mother about what they just talked about. Mrs. Park gives her a pleased smile, before saying goodbye. "So do you like her? Do you think she's a good therapist?" "She's n-nice I g-guess," Jimin shrugs. "Seatbelt." "Yes, m-mom. Y-You don't have to s-say t-that e-every single t-time, I'm n-not 5." "Yes, I know honey." Mrs. Park pinches Jimin's chubby cheeks making Jimin whine.

"E-Eomma!" "Okay, okay. But you're so cute." Mrs. Park starts the car and drives home. "So..." Jimin's mother starts when they have been waiting for a while at a red light. "What's with Yoongi and you?" she asks, but Jimin doesn't answer. "That looks like it must have hurt-" She lightly pokes at Jimin's hickeys. Jimin grabs her finger and pulls it back to herself. "Nothing. W-We're j-just f-friends." "Jimin, do you understand the definition of friends?" Mrs. Park asks and the light finally turns green for her to drive.

"Yes. B-But it's d-different w-with Y-Yoongi hyung." "Hell yeah, it is," she laughs. "Do you like him?" "You k-know, I l-love h-" "Yeah, but you know... Do you like like him? As in do you have a crush...maybe you're in love?" Jimin looks down at his lap. "I g-get, t-this w-weird feeling w-when he touches m-me. I s-suddenly feel so w-warm, a-and nervous, a-and like there's something mo-moving i-in m-my stomach," Jimin explains and her smile grows as she listens to her son. "Jiminie...You're in love." Jimin suddenly begins to let tears run down from his eyes.

"Oh honey, why are you crying?" Mrs. Park quickly parks the car in front of their house. "I c-can't b-be i-in love, h-he's m-my friend," Jimin says with tears traveling down his cheeks. Mrs. Park unbuckles her seatbelt and hugs Jimin who immediately hugs back. "Sweetie...don't you think that maybe he likes you too?"

Jimin's mother lets go of him and he dries his tears with his oversized sweater, no longer crying. The redhead shakes his head no, before checking his buzzing phone. "Jimin, you don't kiss someone if you don't like them. I'm sure he likes you." Jimin nods, not really knowing what he's supposed to believe.

"Yoongi hyung w-want's to m-meet a-at the P-Park, I'll se-see you before d-dinner." "Gimmie a kiss first," Jimin's mother says when he opens the car door to exit. He quickly pecks her cheek and leaves to walk to the park. "My son is having a baby and the other one is in love. This is too much, I need to watch a korean drama and eat some chips," Mrs. Park sighs before leaving the car to do just that.

Jimin runs up to the tree, to their tryst when he spots a blonde male sitting by it. "How was your therapist?" "F-Fine," Jimin shrugs. He looks down at Yoongi who's lying in the grass. But he quickly stands up, making Jimin look up from Yoongi's tall height. If Jimin were to keep his eyes straight in front of him, we would just see Yoongi's chest. "Wanna get some ice cream?" Yoongi takes Jimin's hand. The younger jumps in excitement making his hair bounce at the mention of Ice cream. "Okay then," the blonde laughs.

Jimin is about to move his legs, but Yoongi stops him by tucking on his hand. "Kiss." Jimin stands on his tippy toes to kiss his hyung, but this time, he doesn't lean down for Jimin. "H-Hyung," Jimin whines. "Y-You know I c-can't reach you if y-you stand s-straight l-like that." "Awe, can my little puppy not reach-" Yoongi pinches Jimin's cheeks, and Jimin hits the blonde's chest.

"S-Stop making f-fun o-of m-me," the younger pouts. "Okay, okay. Kiss me." Jimin raises his eyebrows at him. "I promise I'll lean down for you." "I won't g-get ice c-cream w-with y-you if y-you d-don't." Jimin stands on his toes again to kiss his hyung and this time the older does lean down. Jimin quickly pecks Yoongi's lips making him frown. "That's a peck, not a kiss," Yoongi kisses Jimin. A short kiss, but still a wet kiss with tongue.

He quickly pecks Jimin's lips before grabbing his hand to leave for the ice cream shop that isn't very far away from the park. "Jimin, you're hand is so sweaty," Yoongi chuckles as he takes Jimin's hand and wipes it in jacket before grabbing Jimin's hand again. Well that's your fault. So is this really love? Am I in love? Jimin suddenly let's out a cute small sneeze. "Maybe we shouldn't get ice cream in the middle of cold winter..." Yoongi speaks. "Wanna go to a cafe instead?" Jimin nods at that.

"And how many times am I Supposed to tell you that you can't just wear a sweater without a jacket. It's going to snow soon." "Sorry m-mom."