A therapist and an idol, what could possibly go wrong?
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「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 an idol, haunted by suicidal thoughts, seeks solace from a therapist, unaware that their connection will become deeper. 」
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TW// This chapter contains sensitive topics, including mentions of suicide. If you or someone you know is struggling, please reach out to a mental health professional or a local suicide hotline. Remember, there is help and support available. ‼️‼️
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It's now 12 am, and Jay's members still haven't arrived. Normally, he would feel a sad when excluded from outings, but tonight, an unusual sense of relief washed over him. For once, he saw an opportunity to bring everything to an end.
Frustration gnawed at Jay as he couldn't shake off Jaehyun's words, particularly the part where Sora had advised not pushing Jay too much in convincing him to set an appointment. It bothered him, considering he hadn't been planning to do that in the first place.
Frustration simmered within Jay as he dwelled on his thoughts.
"I should have ripped that card to pieces earlier," he muttered.
grunting as he pushed himself up and settled on the edge of his bed. Opening his drawer, he retrieved the business card, studying the front where "Jung Sora" and her contact number were written.
"Jung Sora, huh?" Jay inclined his head and sighed heavily.
Contemplating whether to make the call or not, he had visited numerous therapists before, but none had lasted more than two or maybe three sessions if the psychologist managed to keep their discussions confidential and not share his pictures on their instagram.
He waited, the card resting between his pointer and middle finger, the fleeting moments stretching into minutes. Jay's eyes flickered up, catching a gleam from the corner of his eye. A few coins lay on the drawer, illuminated by the light from outside. Taking one coin, he brushed his thumb across its cold surface.
"Let's flip a coin then," he muttered.
Deciding that heads meant he would call Sora, and tails meant he wouldn't. The coin spun in mid-air for a moment before landing on his palm. Slowly, he opened his enclosed fist to see what fate had decided.
"Heads."
Jay almost heard himself scoff. If he wasn't going to bother calling Sora to begin with, he shouldn't have flipped a coin. But then he thought, there's no harm in calling her. He doubted she'd even answer at this ungodly hour.
So, Jay took his phone and dialed the number written on the business card. For a few seconds, he waited, almost close to hanging up because he didn't have much patience to wait for someone to pick up his call at this hour. But before he could lower his phone, he heard a voice.
"Ms. Jung Sora speaking, may I know who am I speaking to?"
Her voice possessed a tender cadence, but within its gentleness, there was a subtle edge, reminiscent of a velvet path with hidden thorns, and the thought almost made Jay snicker.
it didn't make sense. Yet, hearing her voice made Jay pause for a few seconds. About four seconds of silence lingered around, and just when he was about to speak, he heard her voice again.
"Hello?"
Jay stood up, walking to the window, an urge to smoke crossed his mind, but instead of reaching for a cigarette, he sighed.
Then, he spoke his name.
"Jay Park," he said.
Another momentary silence hung in the air. Jay couldn't discern sora's thoughts, unable to read her since they weren't face to face. It somehow annoyed him, the realization that he didn't know what someone was thinking, unaware that his deep husky voice affected her.
"All right, Mr. Park. May I know your reason for calling at this hour?"
"Why? Don't you entertain clients at this hour?"
"No," you said firmly. "You are not my client, Mr. Park."
"Not yet," Jay responded, equally firm as when you said no.
"Then, Mr. Park, let's meet at my clinic next Monday at 4:00 in the afternoon. How does that sound?"
Jay heard shuffling, assuming you might be writing down something, possibly the schedule for the session.
"Sure, I'm free next week."
"Then," you spoke, trailing off as Jay waited for what you were going to say, "let's meet tomorrow at 10:00 in the morning."
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