" Hi... My name is Jungkook and I'm 17 years old." I looked over the faces of the people around me and saw the same thing on all of them. Recognition. I guess the hat and hoodie look worked, because they were all looking at me now, probably thinking how they didn't recognize me before.

" Um... I suffer from anxiety and depression." I said stiffly, not knowing what else to do. " I've been having anxietyattacks for about three months now, but the first signs of depression were noticed even before I debuted." I didn't bother hiding my identity anymore, since everyone in the room had obviously known who I was.

This time around when I looked up the expressions on the others faces changed. Now, instead of recognition, their faces gave away another emotions. Pitty. It made me feel sick to my stomach and angry at the same time. Why was I even here? Getting pittied by some strangers was the last thing I needed right now. As I moved my head, trying not to look at the others in the room, my eyes locked with Jimin's. But his expression was different. He looked genuinely concerned. I looked away fast and swallowed. That's when he spoke up." Thank you for being here and sharing your problems with us Jungkook. I know it's hard for you to be here, being a celebrity. But you don't have to worry. No-one will say anything about this. Right?" He looked around the room and after a second everyone started nodding their heads. Looking satisfied, he looked at me and smiled a smile which made his eyes disappear. God, why did he have to be so cute! Once again, I had to look away to hide my red cheeks. "Thanks." I sa