It had been nearly two months since he came clean about his mental health.
Two long tiring months of his hyungs following him around.
Two months of Jimin hyung sleeping in his room, two months of not being able to make toast or any other food that involved some sharp utensil, as the other members feared he'd use that sharpness for something else.

Two months of questions, two months of therapy sessions. Today was going to be his last one.
This time though, Hobi was going with him.

— — — —

Three months after he came clean, he was finally allowed to help Jin hyung make dinner.
Jin has trusted his to chop the onions, but Tae got a bit wreck-less in his happiness.
He was too excited to be able to help his hyung and that he was trusted with a knife, that he went to fast, chopping, and accidentally cut his hand. Right beside the top of his thumb of his pointer finger.

It stung so much!

"Aah!" He gasped. He clutched his hand closely to his chest.
Jin obviously heard, and spin around as soon as it happened.

He looked at Tae, cradling his hand against his chest protectively. The knife he was using to chop the onions on the counter, with blood on it.

His face went pale.
Did Tae really just... it had to have been an accident.

"Tae!" Jin ran over to him. "What did you do?!"

"It was an accident! I promise! I was just too excited.." Taehyung trailed off his sentence at the end.

Jin looked to worried and scared. He didn't mean to make him think he did it on purpose.

"Show me your hand, Taehyungie." Jin grabbed his arm.

Slowly, Taehyung stopped cradling his arm and gave Jin his hand.
Jin looked over the cut.

"And you did it by accident right? Not on... not on purpose?" Jin said as he walked over to the first aid box and got a plaster.

"Yes, I promise. I was distracted hyung. I'm sorry for scaring you." Tae felt so guilty, he really didn't want to disappoint his hyung.

"Ok, I believe you Tae baby." Jin said as he put the plaster carefully over Tae's cut.

"But, lets get you a safer thing to do, ok?" Jin smiled.

"Yeah, ok."

— — — —

It had been six months and the voice in Tae's head was almost none existent.
Only a whispered word every now and then.

Only one word, 'cut'.

He ignored it though. He wanted to make his friends proud of him. It was getting so much easier ignoring it. He just talked to Yoongi if he heard it.

Yoongi would always help. He'd hug Tae as hard as he could until he felt better.

It always worked. It was the one 'drug' that could never wear off, and he was happy for that.

— — — —

Eight months and the voice completely vanished.
The members were so proud of him and happy, and Tae felt happy too. He felt happy to be himself.

— — — —

Ten months, and Taehyung didn't think he was fat, or unworthy of the title 'Idol' or to be in BTS. Taehyung didn't overwork himself, only as much as he was told to.

His members were so proud. He was proud.

He loved his life. He loved himself.

He smiled at everything, he laughed at anything that was mildly funny. He was happy with himself.

He was happy, and no one could change that ever again.