"I'm trying to put you in your worst mood".
-Star boy, Weeknd
Chapter II: Therapy 🍂
🔸Adrian (Hwang Pilgwang) POV
"Sir, can you explain to me in more detail how you feel?"
How do I explain my presence in a session with a psychoanalyst?
Well, it all started this morning after I infiltrated So Mun's dream,
Gelly, upon finding out told me to fucking go see a psychologist, and although she was being sarcastic, I went there more than happy, curious to see what insulting advice I would be given.
And now here I am, sitting in a comfortable chair, in front of a short Korean man.
His head is almost bald, big thick glasses revealing his bewildered eyes.
He wears a white lab coat with a label showing his name.
His body trembles, slight spasms caused by my presence.
The petite man is afraid of me: of how I arrived, of the unhealthy atmosphere that entered his office with me. The terror I made him feel at the sight of my bluish veins, the evil in my eyes. My height and undeniable beauty.
He stutters when he speaks, his throat dry and his gaze steady on his sweaty hands.
"How to explain... I find him unexpectedly appealing, something about him makes me want to do things I don't normally do" I say, crossing one leg over the other.
I focus, bringing to mind his dark, lively eyes. The childlike face that changes when angry or stern, that suddenly becomes mature and serious.
The ebony curls that become smooth again when he loses his powers; height shorter than mine or the way he reaches my chest, him being so small yet strong.
"But what precisely do you experience, sir, when you behold him? Is it attraction? Love? Lust? Perhaps curiosity?" He inquires.
"Love? Do I appear as someone capable of such sentiment? Certainly, I harbor some affection—for myself, for my wealth, for my personal vendettas... But love for a mere mortal? How can you entertain such a notion?"
I get tense and the psychoanalyst notices.
"Pardon me, sir! I meant no disrespect. I merely sought a deeper comprehension of your emotions in his presence—that's all," the analyst hastily explains.
I scoff, fingers entwined on my knees.
"I'm not sure, but there's an inexplicable allure to him, despite my simultaneous hate and admiration. It's as if I desire to have him liquefied in a glass, melted into something I can consume or absorb. I want him inside my system if that makes sense" I confess.
The man's anxiety seems to escalate, perhaps triggered by my unconventional and peculiar choice of words. However, he persists in furiously jotting down notes on his paper, displaying a remarkable resilience against the imminent collapse of composure.
"Could it be that you hold romantic intentions towards him?" He ponders aloud, addressing the boy I'm fixated with.
"Allow me to elaborate, sir. Your language is rather intense, bordering on expressions like 'absorb,' 'drink,' almost like 'devouring .' I'm left to wonder if you are speaking metaphorically, or if there is a literal appetite to eat him?"
I smile, I smile mischievously at his phrase, taking out a cigarette without permission.
I like the word 'devour', it seems to be the word I am looking for.
"Sir, do you happen to be delving in cannibalism?" he cautiously queries, his words barely audible, as though he has run out of saliva and struggles to articulate his thoughts.
I respond with a hearty laugh, a sound of amusement, while casually lifting my lighter to ignite the cigarette's end.
The clock inches toward afternoon, just as the cloudless sky outside the expansive glass walls, bathes the office in a soft glow. The surrounding is very elegant and organised down to the last detail just the way I like it.
"I've never given it much thought, you see?" I confess. "The notion doesn't inspire me, partly because I have no intention of causing him direct harm. The voices in my head may yearn for his death, but my desires extend beyond that. I crave something more profound."
"In what realm does your desire dwell, sir? Is it not a facet of love?" he delicately suggests. "Could it be that he is unknowingly captivated by affection? If it transcends mere attraction and steers away from death, then perhaps it is nothing short of love?"
Exhaling a plume of smoke into the room, I lean back, fingers poised on the polished desk, while the man gazes at me with a blend of bewilderment, horror, and palpable anxiety.
"Even hate goes beyond attraction, ya know? It may even be that I detest him to such an extent to entertain thoughts of figuratively extracting every ounce of life from him, a hunger to own him or confine him."
The psychologist swallows hard, his pen slipping through his fingers and clattering onto the chequered floor.
"Are you consumed by obsession, sir? Your fixation appears to be steering towards something dangerous," he ventures cautiously.
"Define dangerous," I inquire, scrutinizing him intently, deliberately unsettling him.
"A danger. An affliction upon a person's soul, conscience, and will, to the point of becoming a haunting nightmare for them. This implies a desire to become an aggressor..." He pauses, reaching wearily for his water bottle, weak because of our conversation .
"Do you... want to harm him, sir?"
I exhale another plume of smoke.
"I'm uncertain at this point. My intent is to inflict pain, but not to the extent of hurting him too much. I want to lock him in a cage but without actually closing the cell, do you get my drift?"
The man shakes his head, bewildered and uncertain.
"I'll grant you a few days to formulate your assessment. Think on it," I declare, rising from the luxurious leather armchair and making my way towards the door.
"I beg you to find a solution to my problem, if you want to remain alive," I add, grinning as I run my fingers through my fine lucid hair.
He gasps, emitting a startled yelp.
"Don't entertain thoughts of involving the cops, for I shall be informed if you do," I warn, pushing down the door handle.
"Until our next encounter, Doctor Kim."
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