Yes Sir (Kim Namjoon Fanfic)

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I felt couldn't help but feel nervous and uncomfortable as I walked into Dr. Kwon's office. He smiled his large and dazzling smile, putting me at ease a little bit as he led me to the chairs we sat in last time.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked, before sitting down.

"No thank you." I replied, crossing my legs and trying to not to let on that I was anxious. He sat down in his chair and crossed his own legs, grabbing the notepad that was on the side table in between us and clicking the pen in his hand.

"I just want to start out by saying that there is no reason to be worried. I just need to know a few things, if that's ok." he started, looking at me softly.

"Y-yeah, that should be fine." I replied, letting out a soft breath.

"Now, part of the reason I am asking you these questions, is because for the first time since I have seen Namjoon as a patient, he has gone silent. He hasn't been coming in for his normal sessions or even calling me. Given the conversation of our last session, and how it ended, I can't help but be a little worried about him. So, tell me, how have his nightmares been?" he asked, his face a little more serious. I bit my lip and looked down at my lap, playing with fingers.

"I... I don't know." I managed to say softly. He scrunched his forehead a bit and leaned forward in his chair a little.

"What do you mean?" he asked, biting on the end of his pen lightly.

"He doesn't let me sleep with him anymore. He hasn't for a while now." I said, sighing and trying to swallow that unwelcomed lump in my throat.

"Hmmm....did he say why?" he asked, jotting something on his pad.

"No. He just simply stopped having me sleep with him." I shrugged, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall as I stared at my hands. I hated that a man like Kim Namjoon made me feel so utterly weak. I saw a hand come into my field of vision as he reached over and placed a hand on top of mine. I looked up at him to see him offering a sympathetic smile.

"It's ok to be upset." he said softly. That's all it took to cause tears to silently flow down my face as I closed my eyes.

"I don't know what I did. It was like a switch got turned off. One night I am spending the night with him, and he is cuddling me and talking and laughing...and the next I am tossed aside unless it is work or sex related, and he has currently been going on a lot of dates with his girlfriend. I thought I meant more to him than just an assistant from the way he treated me and would talk to me. But now, I guess I know better. I am really just another personal assistant." I said quietly, my voice breaking now and then. I opened my eyes to see Dr. Kwon holding out a tissue for me, looking saddened.

"I'm sorry that you are going through this. I have a feeling I know what he is doing, but unfortunately it is confidential, so I can't share. I wish I could." he said softly.

"I understand, you have to do your job too." I sighed. He nodded as he jotted more things down onto his notebook, shaking his head.

"You love him, don't you?" he asked softly, biting his lip afterwards.

"I tried to fight it for so long, but yes, I fell for Namjoon. " I sniffed.

"I will do my best to try to get him in here or at least get him on the phone. He is going through something, and the best thing you can do for him right now is just continuing to be there for him as much as he will let you be. And I'm sorry you are hurting, but know you can always come and speak with me, alright?" he replied, giving me a soft smile.

"Thank you, Dr. Kwon." I responded as I finally dried my eyes enough to not look foolish. I jumped in surprise as my phone started ringing. I apologized and looked to see it was Namjoon calling. I looked up at Dr. Kwon and he nodded as I picked up the phone.

"Yes sir?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound as steady as possible.

"Miss Kit, what part of 'I need the London file finished before you leave today' did you not understand?'"

"I-I did finish it sir." I said softly as I pulled the phone away from my ear some to try to avoid him yelling in my ear.

"Then, where the hell is it?!"

"It's on my desk, sir." I answered softly.

"I shouldn't have to go chasing things down, that's your job! I expect better of you, or is that asking too much?"

"No sir, I'm sorry sir." I said, trying not to wince at the harshness in his voice. The line went dead on the other end of the phone as I lowered my phone and let out a shuddering sigh.

"Please don't lose heart. I will do what I can but try not to take what he says too seriously." He sighed, jotting something down on his pad before offering me another small smile. He thanked me again for coming in before I left, feeling drained and utterly exhausted. By time I reached my bed that night, all I wanted to do was sleep a deep and dreamless sleep, one that I wouldn't want to wake up from.