How To Get What I Want | TK

01| I Thought I'd Ask You

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I shall be waiting.

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―Monday August 6, 2007

Kim,
I know it's been ages since we last met, but I have something important to ask you. Could you, please, meet me and talk. There's a Muggle café at the South entrance of Kings Cross Station. I'll be there at four tomorrow.
Jeon Jeongguk

Jeongguk read it through one last time and resisted the urge to crumble it like the rest of the parchments on the floor. Instead he rolled it up and fastened it on the owl's leg before he changed his mind. The tawny owl hooted irritated at him and ruffled his feathers before he flew away.

The reply that came an hour later was short.

Can't, for the world, see the point, but all right.
KTH

Jeongguk let out a breath he didn't know he'd held and sunk down on the chair at the kitchen table.

―Tuesday May 22, 2007

"When you close your eyes and picture yourself in the future, what do you see? Let yourself drift and tell me the first things that comes to mind." Healer Song Hyekyo pushed her pink glasses up on her nose with a brightly varnished fingernail and peered down on her patient laying sprawled out on the couch, his unruly black hair fanning out like a dark halo.

"A house in the country, a garden, not really like the Burrow, but something similar. Laughter, children's laughter. Maybe a dog."

"And why, Mr Jeon, does that feel so unobtainable to you? It's not an unusual goal in life to have a family, you know."

Jeongguk turned his head and opened his eyes. As always she was struck by their intensive green. "Please, call me Jeongguk," he told the greying witch, as he had done several times before. This wasn't their first meeting, after all.

After years of struggling with what he now knew was PTSD, he had finally given in to Namjoon's persuasions and started seeing a Mind-Healer, and Healer Song had helped him to deal with the loss of his parents, his abused childhood, the trauma of Voldemort and his guilt of surviving while so many had died. Now they focused on the future and that seemed to be trickier than he first thought.

"It just doesn't seem plausible, that's all." He sighed and disposed of his glasses with one hand so he could rub his eyes with the other. "I've already told you of my dating disasters. I can't connect with a Muggle girl. My history is too complex to understand for someone who's not in our world, and all witches I meet are far too obsessed with the thought of dating the Saviour, the Boy-Who-Lived. I can't do it anymore." He put an arm over his eyes to cover his face.

"What about that other thing you mentioned a few months ago, care to exploit that?"

"No, that was just a stupid notion I had at the time. I don't want to talk about it again, it's not who I am."

"All right, if you say so." She folded her notepad and put down her quill with a frown. This patient of hers was an enigma; he opened up easily on a lot of things and stubbornly clammed up on so many others. "You know," she started tentatively, "I can't say for sure, but it might be a way for you to move on. You could at least explore the possibilities, think about it. If you like, I can make an appointment for you with an Obstetrician Healer. One of the best happens to be a friend of mine."