Okay, before you read this, there are some WARNINGS. You see that, BOLD LETTERS. ALL CAPS. IMPORTANT. There will be mentions of taking one's life and self harm in this. This story was written with me in mind this time instead of just, "y/n", but I will write it as a y/n story for you guys too. If you do not like such things, then do not read. Okay? Okay. LIKE SERIOUSLY, DON'T READ UNLESS YOU'VE ACCEPTED THE WARNINGS You were fussing with your hair, not knowing how to wear it to your appointment. Just as you were imagining it in a ponytail, Suga came behind you with a brush and gently braided a french braid for you. "Thank you Suga," you said, leaning into his arms. "No problem Sugar." he replied. You two stayed together like that for a few moments longer. "You almost ready Sugar? We need to leave any minute." he asked gently, trying not to rush you. You nodded and pulled away from him to slip some shoes on and grab your things. "I'm ready, let's go." you said with a sigh *VROOM VROOM SUGA WANTS TO HOLD YOUR HAND WHILE HE DRIVES BUT HE NEEDS BOTH HANDS TO DRIVE RESPONSIBLY VROOM VROOM* He pulled up to a three story office building, it looming over you intimidatingly. You frowned, the building didn't look too nice from the outside. You held Suga's hand and he led you inside. The waiting room was calming with it's design. You took a deep breath and not long after you two sat down, your name was called. "Y/n l/n?" You stood up and looked back at Suga. He raised an eyebrow to you, mentally asking if he wanted you in there. You shook your head, you'll be fine for a few minutes, right? You followed the lady into a cozy looking room where another lady sat behind a messy desk. You sat down on a squishy sofa and grabbed one of the fidget toys that sat on a table in front of you. The lady slipped off her shoes and got comfortable in her chair, "So, what brings you here today?" You looked out a window, "Depression I guess. I try to be happy and enjoy my life with Suga, but I can't seem to feel happy about anything." you told her. She wrote something down, making you nervous. "And who's Suga?" she asked, You sighed in relief. Suga's easy to talk about. "He's the love of my life. He has always been there for me in the best ways possible. I don't know what I'd do without him." you told her about the time he stopped you from jumping off that roof a few weeks ago and how he's been taking care of you ever since. She talked with you about medicine for your depression and you discussed the possibilities. She referred you to a psychiatrist to go get a prescription and then she checked the time. Your session was already over so she slipped her shoes back on and lead you back to the waiting room. Your therapist smiled when she saw Suga waiting for you. You practically ran over to him and he instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist. "How was it?" he whispered. You kissed his cheek, "We talked about you most the time. I think she's happy I have someone like you." you told him.
Comment if you want a notification when the next part comes out. Part two https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/479686104 Part four https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/480399080/ Did you miss the part that Suga learned how to braid hair just for you? I wanna cry at how sweet this is. TuT And I'm the one who wrote it, AHHHhhhhHHhhH I'm crying now yep omg