When a certified (?) therapist "gathers" a group of seven teens with similar mental disorders, will they plunge each other deeper into the toilet bowl of despair?  ForewordBadassˈbad’as"Ass that is bad 1) like Jimins elastic ass."              -Jungkook Dictionary  Therapeutic ˌther-ə-ˈpyü-tik"Something to do with therapy. Duh."-Jungkook Dictionary Shenanigansshə-ˈna-ni-gən"Stupid Cool things BTS do."-Jungkook Dictionary   Fake OST PlaylistSession #1 Seven school boys sit in a circle, looking more than pissed. The daggers sent from their eyes are so lethal that the therapist may bleed to death.    Henry put up two hands in defense, “This group therapy is very beneficial to all of you. If every single one of you agree to it, you can receive school credits and for some of you, it means not being expelled and to graduate. And most importantly, your mental illnesses will be cured! There are  no downsides nor any negative side effects in my proposal.”     “Yeah, that’s what they all say in infomercials,” Jimin jumps. “Last time I checked, my teleportation portal didn’t work! What? Fight me!” Six other boys avert their judgmental gazes immediately, only Jungkook dares to grumble, “Oh, please. It was obviously a garbage can.”    “We’re not lab rats,” Namjoon directs his attention back at the therapist, “you have no right to send out some crazy people to force us to be in your experiment.”   Authors note: This fic is dedicated to my ARMY sister fattwalrus, cause I love her berry much. <3 I got this idea like two months ago and Im so happy that Im finally got to publish this! :D           P.S.There will be bromance too.           (edited 8/30/15)  A contest entry for:(edited 03-09-15)