Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

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Oh, man. I have to pee.

I bite my lip, squeezing my thighs together. I was sitting in the waiting room of the therapy building. The therapist was supposed to come back and get me for our session. To say I was nervous was a complete understatement.

The fact that I had to use the bathroom was killing me. I didn't want to leave and miss the lady. I didn't want to ask because talking to people terrified me. But I didn't want to pee myself. I was in a bit of a situation.

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Hubby 🥰

i have to pee
so bad but
i'm at the therapy
office thing

just go babe

i'm scared

of what?

peeing myself,
talking to people,
making her wait
for me to get done

what seems like
the best option to you?

going to the bathroom

then go

but
but

GO.

LDKFDK
FINE.

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I stand, timidly walking over to the front desk. "Excuse me, where is the restroom?"

The lady smiles up at me. "If you go down that hall, it'll be the first door on the right."

I bow. "Thank you, miss."

Hurriedly, I follow the white walls down. Sure enough, the bathroom. Be quick, Jisung. In and out. You're already freaking yourself out too much. It's not a big deal. Everyone pees.

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Hubby 🥰

did you go?

yes
i hate everything
i want to leave
i want to hide

hey hey
deep breaths.
it'll be okay.
you're going to
talk to them and
they'll ask you a
few questions.
you'll be fine.

i know but still.
what if they ask
about my previous
sessions? i don't know
what to say.

baby, they will
probably ask you
about those, but it'll
most likely be because
they want to update
themselves on the
situation or whatever
you told the last person.

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Someone knocks on the doorframe by the entrance, and I look up. A sweet, younger lady smiles at me. "Are you Han Jisung?"

I nod.

"Hi, I'm Lia. You can follow me down to my office."

I smile, standing from my seat. I send a quick text to Minho as we walk to her room. When we get there, she gives me free range to choose where I sit. That made me nervous.

She closes the door, and we begin.

"So Jisung, why are you here today?"

My mind goes blank. "Um." She must've noticed my panic because she elaborated.

"Are you dealing with anxiety, depression, stress? Anything of that sort."

I pinch my thigh through my jeans. "I'm here for my anxiety."

"Ah, alright. First, I'd like to get to know you. If that's alright with you." She tilts her head to the side, almost as if she was studying me.

"Yeah, of course."

"What grade are you in?"

"I'm in 10th."

"How's school going for you?"

"It's good."

Oh, my god, Jisung! Stop being so blunt. I can't help it, fuck off. I'm too nervous to speak. She should understand. She's a fucking therapist.

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•I'm so happy that I can finally update on the right day! :D•