Oddinary// Hyunlix & Minsung FF// Editing

Chapter Three: Voices

"Ah Felix, Jisung, it's good to see you both again." Doctor Wang said brightly as we entered the cramped, brilliant white sterile clinical office. We both shrugged in unison, and all I could think about was sleeping off this come down, or getting my next score.

"Wassup doctor Wang?" I sniffed slightly and eyed at my nail beds, uninterested in anything that was about to happen. He looked pleasantly surprised to hear me, for once, and his bright chipper smile appeared on his soft, friendly face.

"I see you've found your voice again. That's fantastic." He exclaimed. "What about you Jisung?" My brother shrugged again and stared down as he sat with his feet turned inwards like some shy school girl. He was holding two of his slender fingers in his palm, and I could see his thumb moving. I slapped his hand to indicate he should stop picking at his fingers and began talking.

"He spoke for a couple of days, and then stopped again. I seem to be fine though. So when can I stop coming here to talk about feelings doc?" I enquired flatly. He nodded, took some notes and then looked at me over his round glasses. The wisdom in his eyes was shining behind the friendly exterior and I knew he was about to tell me something I didn't want to hear.

"Felix, you're making progress, but I can see you're still not eating. Also drugs are not a good coping mechanism. You need to discuss what's going on with you so we can get to the root of the problem and help you." He explained kindly. I laughed sarcastically and slapped my knee, as though I had heard the best joke ever.

"Good one doc." I leaned forward and clasped my hands together with a gigantic, forced, smile plastered on my face. "But tell me this, why the fuck would I sit here and whine about my life? I'm alive aren't I? I already told you I'm not brave enough to kill myself. What's the issue?"

"Felix!" Jisung hissed as his elbow dug into my side. The sharp bone made contact with my protruding rib and I winced away from him. The attention had shifted to my brother who was astounded to hear his own voice. He seemed to have absolutely no control over it, but I didn't buy it.

"Jisung. It's good to finally hear your voice." The middle aged man practically cooed.

"Thank you. I'm sorry I can't usually talk." He sounded like a frog who didn't know how to croak properly. I leaned back and twiddled my hair in between my fingers as I zoned in and out of the conversation. This would be boring, and listening to Jisung whine was not at the top of my to do list today, or any day for that matter.

Jisung and the doctor talked until his voice failed him again. Then it was my turn.

"Jisung, why don't you go and get yourself a snack. I'll talk to you next time. Keep practicing these talking exercises. You're doing great kiddo." Jisung nodded and smiled gratefully. He stood up and I stuck my leg out to trip him slightly as he walked past. He turned and shot me a glare. I smirked and blew a kiss at him as he left.

"So Felix. Now we're alone, do you mind if I ask you some questions?" I shrugged and dropped the strands of hair I had been fiddling with.

"You just did." I mumbled.

"Very good. Now, what drugs are you abusing?" He asked. I sighed and rubbed my face. He had been trying to catch me out like this over and over recently.

"If I admit I'm doing drugs, I know you will tell my Mom. So I'm not doing any." I stated flatly. The doctor took his glasses off and placed his notepad down. He clicked his pen off and pocketed it.

"How about we talk off the record?" He asked. I scoffed loudly.

"Nothing I say is off the record here. I'm not dumb doc." I said flatly. He nodded and chuckled slightly.