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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Three days had elapsed since the pivotal incident, resulting in Dr. Choi's ultimate dismissal. Although Sora had been the one to report him, she chose to remain absent from the meeting and the funeral. In the aftermath, she withdrew into isolation, her phone silenced, and she took a much-needed five-days break.
Jay, entangled in the preparation of his comeback, found himself swamped with work and unable to reach out to her. Despite the communication gap, there was a silver lining—his health displayed an improvement, a tangible testament to the positive impact of the therapy sessions.
It was Friday at 6 PM when Jay arrived at the clinic, expecting to find his doctor, but he learned that Sora hadn't shown up for three days. Filled with self-blame, he sped to her house, knocking on the door frantically. Panicking, he entertained dark thoughts until she finally opened the door.
He enveloped her in a tight hug, almost knocking the breath out of her. She patted his shoulder reassuringly.
"Did you miss me that much?" she teased.
"I was so scared that something happened to you..."
"I was just sleeping," she said with a smile, appreciating the concern and care.
Closing the door behind him, Jay led her to the couch, covering her with a blanket and treating her with gentle care, like a protector watching over her.
Jay playfully dons Sora's Hello Kitty apron, and she starts taking pictures, teasing him in the process. Despite his feigned annoyance, he secretly enjoys the attention, especially when she chooses one of the pictures as her lock screen.
As Jay cooks for her, Sora can't help but admire his back, and her heart begins to flutter. It strikes her as peculiar—why is her heart racing over something seemingly trivial? Is this what it feels like when someone genuinely cares about you? Tears well up in her eyes until Jay calls her to come and eat dinner, grounding her in the warmth of his care.
After their shared dinner, Jay tenderly guides Sora to her bathroom, sensing the weight of self-pity and depression she's carrying. Filled with empathy from his own experiences, he decides to offer her comfort.
"Come on, let's get you washed up," he suggests, his voice a gentle caress. He understands the healing power of a warm bath, especially during dark times. As she undresses to her underwear, an unspoken vulnerability lingers in the air.
In the intimate ambiance, Sora slips into the bath, expecting solitude. However, Jay surprises her by taking up the role of her caretaker. Kneeling beside the tub, his fingers move through her hair, not just cleansing but soothing, as if each touch carries a promise of solace. Initially embarrassed, Sora attempts to resist, but her heart yields to the tenderness, allowing him to navigate the depths of her emotions.
