❥・ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 ❝𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬❞ ▸ After Wooyoung and San realize their feelings for each other in Insomnia, their lives have changed drastically. From moving into an apartment together to getting new jobs, life seems to be changing for...
There is written situations involving a therapist's office/therapy, and discussions about relapsing/alcoholism and mental health/anxiety. Please do not read any further if these topics are sensitive to you.
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Winter passes. Layers of fluffy snow melt into growing green grass, branches growing leaves again as spring rips through Seoul. Budding flowers begin to bloom, warmer air settles into the city as daily threats of rain become more frequent. The rise of the sun ascends earlier in the morning rather than later. Birds return, sitting on branches and crafting nests, preparing their home for the arrival of chicks.
Time passes in a haze of tears and forgiveness, comforted by the knowledge of another day bringing a new start with endless possibility.
This day, in particular, the sun was shining, barely hidden by the threat of looming clouds, rays of sunshine breaking into uncovered windows of a neatly organized office space.
Two orange leather sofas sit across from one another, fake plants decorating the corners and shelves, books lining the cubicles pressed against the wall, accented with fresh paintings and awards.
Wooyoung leans back into his seat, chewing on his lip tentatively, eyes casting over the few doctorates framed on the wall ahead of him.
"Wooyoung." A voice adamantly calls him out of his daze, bringing his eyes back down to face the younger female ahead of him. She's taller, petite almost, brown eyes and long black hair hanging over her shoulders, covering parts of the black blazer she had been wearing. She's smiling at him, trying to gauge his expression as she holds her laptop in her lap, waiting for the male to respond to her question. They had been here for forty minutes already, and Wooyoung felt bad for zoning out so frequently.
"I-I'm sorry-" Wooyoung takes a breath. "What did you ask?"
"I asked if your anxiety has gotten better." She says calmly, her voice completely soothing and kind.
"Recently it's been alright. I'm a bit paranoid and stuff still, but I'm not as afraid of being alone."
"Okay. But tell me, what about being alone has changed? I remember that you once told me that you felt like your whole world was ending when you were left by yourself, and how your thoughts sort of made you crumble into a shell of a person. Do you still feel like that?"
"No," Wooyoung glances out of the windows, biting his tongue. "It's. . . it's better now. I can sit alone in my apartment now, and I've turned to reading to keep myself occupied in the times that I'm alone."
"That's good. But the management has been helping?"
"Slowly, yeah." Wooyoung looks back at her, slightly smiling. "It's been easier for me to think before I react and to go through my panic list that we made."
