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𝐢. 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦

❝who are you and what are you doing here? ❞

oh shit.

The japanese turned his gaze to the direction where the voice came from, his eyes widening up, and mouth in agape.

❝ I'll ask you once again, who are you and why are you here? ❞ The man cocked an eyebrow, making Riki swallow hard. Obviously frightened and intimidated.

❝ U-uh, hi,❞ Riki bowed down awkwardly. The man continues to looks at him unamused, which didn't obviously go unnoticed by the other. But he decided to continue his mini introduction.

❝ I'm Nishimura Riki, 19 years old and I'm a psychology student,❞ The man looked at Riki's eyes directly as soon as the word 'psychology student'.

❝ I-I assume you know why I'm he–❞ Riki tried to continue, but was cut off by the other speaking.

❝ Listen, I don't need anyone's help and shit. Tell the staff to assign you to another patient.❞ the man said in a stern tone. Looking at the younger dead in the eyes.

Yeah. Riki was frightened, but would he let this affect him? Of course not.

❝ Sir, as a student I have the responsibility to do this. This task takes up to 50% of my grades this semester, ❞ Riki calmy explained, even though he was totally dying on the inside; freaking out like a madman.

❝ And in order to pass, I must complete this task❞ he continued, he could only hope that this has somewhat convince the man to agree. He heard a deep sigh echo across the white room.

The man and Riki made eye contact for a few seconds. For some weird reason, Riki felt something tingly in his stomach.

Are those butterflies I'm feeling? ew. Butterflies, more like cockroaches. Seriously this dude makes it 10x more harder than it actually is.

Riki swore he saw a small smirk curling on the man's lips. The man then finally spoke up.

❝ Okay fine, I'll let you observe and study my behavior for your grades, ❞ Riki felt relieved. A smile involuntarily forming on his lips. Cute.

Riki was about to speak up, when the man continues his words.

❝ but.. under one condition only.❞ the man continued, catching Riki off guard. His smile fading faster than lightning. The man chuckled, not even bothering to hide that evil grin displayed on his face.

Fuck my life.

Riki cleared his throat before putting a totally-not-fake smile before speaking up, ❝ well sir, what may that condition be? ❞

❝ It's very simple, don't worry.❞ he was still grinning, oh how badly Riki wanted to wipe off that stupid grin on his handsome face-

wait- did I just say his face is handsome?! riki get your shit up, now is not the time to act like a simp.

❝  Let's play chess. If you win, you get to do your task and I won't bother you or annoy you,❞

❝But if I win.. ❞

he'll say something bad, won't he? I'm screwed, please don't make it something extreme like curse at my mothe–

❝ You have to be my boyfriend for the next 10 days you stay here at the asylum.❞

❝ WHAT ??!!! ❞ Riki's eyes started widening up again, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Boyfriend? IF I LOOSE WE HAVE TO BE FUCKING BOYFRIENDS ??!

The man was chuckling, not happily, but more of in a menacing way. In a way where you thought it was pure, colorful, and positive. But behind it was something much deeper and darker.

❝ well? ❞ the man asked, that sweet looking yet menacing smile displayed on his face. Riki just took a deep sigh and,

❝ fine, I'll accept it. I'll accept the deal.❞

The man smiled, ❝ perfect! You have till tomorrow to practice. Goodluck, Riki.❞

Riki felt a shiver going down his spine as soon as his name came out of the man's mouth. He isn't even good at chess! Wait, let's paraphrase that. He never even played chess.

Riki knew he was screwed. Closing his eyes, trying his best not to stress over it.

❝ the name's Park Sunghoon, by the way..❞

Riki's eyes shot open. His head quickly panning to the direction of Sunghoon.

What have I gotten myself into..?

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With Jaeyun,

Room 21.. where the hell is this room. This is room 19.. room 20.. room 21- OH WAIT, here's room 21.

Jaeyun smiled, before knocking at the door. Patiently waiting for the patient to open the door.

The door then swung open, Jaeyun was greeted by a black haired boy in a wheelchair. The patient gave Jaeyun a sweet smile, before speaking up.

❝ I assume you're assigned for me? Come on in,❞ the man said while backing up to make room for the latter to come in. Jaeyun smiled at the small, yet heart warming gesture.

❝ Thank you, I'm Sim Jaeyun! Nice to meet you, and you are? ❞ Jaeyun reached out a hand, the other was confused at first. But assumed that it was meant for a handshake.

❝ Park Jongseong, but you can call me Jay❞  He shook their hands together. A faint smile forming in Jongseong's face.

❝ Nice to meet you, Jay❞