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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Sora finished her clinic duties, tending to her patients diligently. Her secretary noticed a bruise on her neck and asked innocently, "What is that bruise on your neck?"
Sora, caught off guard, quickly responded, "Ah, this? I just burned my hair with the curling iron. Haha."
However, her secretary realized she never curled her hair since he started working for her. A sense of jealousy overwhelmed him as he now understood she was taken. Unfazed by potential harm, he decided to proceed with his plan, uncaring of the consequences for her.
Finally leaving the clinic early in the morning, Sora headed home to search for her scarf. Though not prone to misplacing things, occasional forgetfulness is inevitable, especially when her mind is preoccupied. After hours of pondering during her chores, she recalled where she left it.
"Jay," she muttered, "It's in his car."
She grabed her phone and called Jay. After a few rings, he answered, his voice low, suggesting he just woke up. It's no surprise; Jay likely didn't get much sleep the night before.
"Sora, what is it?"
"The neckerchief, do you have it?"
"Ah, that?"
So he has it, she thought.
"I was about to go there and give it back. I'll just get ready in a few."
"Wait," she said before he could hang up. "You can go to the Laundromat a few blocks from my apartment complex. I'm heading there."
"Okay, I'll be there soon. I also need to ask you something."
He didn't give her any clue as to what he will ask, and she didn't ask about it. She headed to the Laundromat, and the woman by the counter greeted her. She put the first batch of clothes in the washer before heading to the lounge café to buy some coffee. When Jay arrived, he saw her in the lounge.
She handed him a cup of coffee as he sat across from her before he handed her the neckerchief that she put on her side. She looked back at Jay.
"So? What was it that you need to ask me?"
"I'm inviting you to my concert."
"When is it?"
"Tomorrow, actually."
"And what makes you think I would accept the invitation?"
"Because you're my therapist, and you're supposed to watch me work, and I'm sure you'll love my charisma on stage."
"Only on stage?" Sora flirted with him shamelessly, and he leaned closer to her, noses touching, but he held back for some reason, probably because he knows he won't be able to stop.
