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SVT NEXT DOOR | 27

Sunlight filtered gently through the blinds, casting a warm and inviting glow across the doctor's office. 

The air held a sense of familiarity, a place where routine check-ups and health concerns merged in quiet harmony. 

Dino sat on the edge of the examination table, his eyes tracing the patterns on the floor as he awaited his attending physician, Dr. Park.

Dr. Park scribbled notes in Dino's patient book with an ease that spoke of years of expertise. His gaze lifted, meeting Dino's, as he offered a soft smile. 

"Remember to take your medicine on time, alright, Chan?" he reminded gently, his words carrying a reassuring undertone.

"I will," Dino replied, his voice a mere murmur, the weight of the routine resonating within him.

Dr. Park's eyes softened, a mix of concern and understanding lingering in his gaze. "Chan, are you still seeing spirits?" he inquired.

Dino nodded once, a gesture that conveyed both acknowledgment and a sense of reserved acceptance.

Dr. Park's features betrayed a subtle sense of curiosity. "And has there been any change since our last visit?"

Dino's words held a thoughtful quality as he shared his experiences. "I've been seeing fewer of them lately, especially ever since I encountered the spirit of the young boy who had that accident in our old neighborhood."

Dr. Park leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled as he contemplated Dino's words. "It's interesting," he mused aloud. "You started seeing spirits after witnessing that accident, and now this particular spirit seems to have influenced the frequency of your sightings."

Dino's brow furrowed as he tried to piece together the puzzle. "I can't quite grasp the connection," he admitted, a note of frustration coloring his tone.

The weight of his own journey seemed to press on his shoulders. 

Dino hadn't been born with the ability to see spirits. 

It was only after that fateful accident that the world of the supernatural unfolded before him, irrevocably changing his life. 

And now, Chanyoung's presence had introduced another layer of complexity, diminishing the encounters with other spirits, especially when Chanyoung was near.

A soft knock on the door jolted Dino from his contemplations. The entrance framed Joshua's form, his presence bringing a soothing aura into the room. "Are you finished?" he inquired, his voice a gentle interruption.

Dr. Park's face brightened at the sight of Joshua. "Ah, Joshua, welcome. Yes, we're just wrapping up here."

With a graceful stride, Joshua entered the room, setting a basket of vibrant fruits onto Dr. Park's desk. 

His words held a warmth that echoed his caring nature. "Thank you for always looking after our maknae," he expressed with genuine gratitude, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Dr. Park's laughter filled the room, a reminder of the camaraderie that existed beyond the boundaries of a professional relationship. "Oh, it's all part of my duty," he replied, the tone light and full of familiarity.

A sense of purpose filled the air as Joshua's words settled in the room. "Then, we shall get moving. We have practice," he declared, and Dr. Park offered a confirming nod, his expression a mixture of professionalism and genuine care.

Dr. Park's voice held a touch of concern as he extended his advice. "Remember to take enough rest. I understand the demands of being an idol can be overwhelming at times, but your health should always come first."