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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In the dimly lit living room, Jay wrestled with the heater, hoping to bring warmth into the room. However, his efforts were met with an unexpected buzz, causing him to let out an audible "ouch."
Sora, quick to react, rushed to his side, concern etched across her face. "Are you okay?" she asked, gently holding his injured finger.
Suddenly, the room plunged into darkness as the electricity gave out. A startled yelp escaped Sora as she grappled with the sudden loss of light. Jay, unfazed, explained, "Fuses are blown. There's a box outside; I'll go check and come back."
Sora, not willing to be left alone in the darkness, blocked Jay's path and insisted, "Where the hell are you going? Take me with you."
Jay's eyes widened as he glanced towards the window, his gasp was loud. Chills crept up Sora's spine as she anxiously exclaimed, "What? I don't see anything! Where? Where is it?" Jay, unable to contain his laughter, reassured her, "I was just joking. Look, there's nothing." She shot him a side-eye.
Finally reaching the backdoor, Jay swiftly opened the fuse box, only to retreat abruptly. "Sora! It's burning!"
"Burning? What do we do?"
"Get me the fire extinguisher!"
"Where is it?"
"There!"
"Where?"
"Behind you!"
"WHERE? I can't see; it's dark. Ah, never mind, I got it."
She fumbled for the fire extinguisher and, unaware of her surroundings, began spraying it. To her surprise, she was not aiming at the burning box but at Jay.
"Mr. Park? Where are you?" she called out, scanning the area, but he was nowhere to be found. "I'm all alone here."
A loud cough followed, and Jay emerged from the shadows. "Oh, you're here. I'm sorry," she chuckled at the sight of the snowy figure in front of her.
Going inside, he started rummaging through clothes. "I don't think you'll find anything that'll fit me here."
"Here are my mom's clothes." Luckily for her, his mom's clothes were not a bigger size than hers. She looked up and burst into laughter, but Jay glared at her. "Sorry, Mr. Snowman."
After changing into her new clothes, she went to the living room, drying her hair with a towel. "Jay?"
