DEVIANT HEARTS| HEESEUNG

17-THE YOUNG MASTER

Chapter 17:

Heeseung was once again led to the same bland room as the day before. And here he was again in this bland room. My office. The guards secured him to his chair as I entered. I couldn't help but wish that the environment could be less gloomy, but I understood the necessity of such measures in a place like this.

I thought back to my previous patient, Kay, who also suffered from DID and bipolar disorder. I had attempted to understand the experiences of my patients, like the presence of different personalities and how they surfaced during vulnerable moments. But Heeseung was an enigma, and he wasn't forthcoming with information.

As I prepared for our session, I realized that I didn't want to revisit Heeseung's file. Instead, I found myself studying his mugshot and security photos, trying to discern more about him. There was an inexplicable magnetism about him that I couldn't ignore, even though I knew it was inappropriate.

Before long, there was a knock on the door, and Heeseung was escorted in by a guard. I greeted him and offered him a cup of coffee. We began our session, and I told him we would talk about his life to get to know him better as a 29-year-old man.

"Ah, so you're interested in knowing about my life now?" Heeseung replied with a sly smile as his eyes dropped to my attire. I paired the black pants with a crisp, white shirt that added a sense of sophistication to my attire. The shirt's collar peeked out just enough to reveal a glimpse of my delicate neckline. The fabric gently draped over my shoulders and flowed elegantly as I moved.

my shirt was neatly tucked into my pants, emphasizing my waistline. The clean lines of my outfit projected me. "Yes, I'd like to start by discussing your hobbies," I said.

"Huh? Didn't we talk about it yesterday, Miss West?" he mocked.

"Yes, I know, but I don't think killing people qualifies as a hobby," I retorted.

He shrugged, not offering any clues. I studied him silently, trying to read his expressions. His dark gaze held a captivating intensity, and I felt drawn to explore every aspect of his features.

"What are your dreams?" I asked, attempting to delve deeper into his psyche.

"We're still playing this game, huh?" he remarked, trying to maintain his nonchalant demeanor.

"Well, you're the one who continued it," I replied, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't have any," he admitted, causing me to furrow my brow in curiosity.

"You must have some," I insisted.

"Well, if I have to say something, it's to have none of them," he uttered, almost involuntarily.

Their eyes locked in a moment of shared understanding. "You have just thought,'' I say and he thinks for a moment. His dark hair falls into his eyes. And the next movement I did was unexpected. My eyes don't stray from his.

After the movement, my eyes were as immobile as the rest of my face as if news like that was impossible to absorb any faster. I was frozen for maybe three whole seconds before the corners of my mouth resumed their usual softness and my eyes quit staring. While Heeseung, if he could, he would look at me all day.

The moment I tilted my face toward his, only a few inches away from his beautiful face. If someone else was there, he would say that I was on the verge of kissing Heeseung. Which was only a second, ends and I pull away quickly. "I'm sorry. That was extremely unprofessional from me " I say and he can see my face heat up.

Blushing would have been no problem, but what I did was go as red as a beetroot and radiate heat like a hot pan. You could have cooked a three-course meal on my face. No one could have missed it. I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole. But there was no rescue from this embarrassment.