Therapy and temptation - A woosan romantic fanfic

Chapter 1 - Mr. mountain, my psychologist.

Wooyoung sat in the waiting room. The room was in an old building, but it was built in a glorious time, so there was a lot of architectural awe. Art pieces adorned the walls, and the woman at the desk looked at her MacBook while slurping on her coffee. Wooyoung had a brief conversation with her, and even in this short exchange, he had already managed to piss her off. He had pointing out that she should brush her teeth more often, cause she smelled like coffee.

It didn't seem to throw her off her game as she directed him to a seat in the silent waiting room—the room where he awaited his first meeting with his psychologist. As he stared out of the window, he wondered why he was sitting there, contemplating the depressing weather, and dealing with the challenges of his mundane university life, while his parents were apparently in the Bahama's. They had informed him about their small vacation, explicitly stating that he needed to attend the psychologist appointment. If he failed to go, they threatened to block his bank account.

Wooyoung thought it wasn't a big deal, as he still had his savings at second bank account, the Ferrari, Bentley and some loose cash. However, he ultimately decided to listen to his parents for once, sensing their anger.

They had every right to be upset, given the recent incident that involved a meeting with the dean, a guidance counselor, and the head of school. Wooyoung had been skipping classes, engaged in inappropriate relationships with a professor for a better grade, smoked a joint on school property, and verbally assaulted a fellow student.

His parents had moved mountains to keep him at the prestigious university, kissing up to the authorities. To secure his continued enrollment, they promised a new science classroom equipped with the latest technology and assured that Wooyoung would see a psychologist to improve his behavior.

Perhaps that's why he found himself in the waiting room now, staring daggers at Smelly Nancy, instead of sipping cocktails in the Bahamas. Yes, you heard that right; his last face-to-face conversation with his parents was to salvage his academic standing.

Wooyoung's parents didn't engage in many in-person conversations with him. Typically, discussions were handled by their personal assistant, second assistant, or through phone calls and texts.

On his last birthday, his parents were on a business trip in China, sending him a brand-new Bentley—which he later crashed into a wall while intoxicated with friends. Not even a phone call came, when he was in the hospital.

Two weeks later, his parents returned home. The repaired Bentley was in the garage, they briefly greeted him, mentioned a stupid dinner he had to come to, and left him with a new PlayStation game. To add insult to injury, Sue the cook was instructed to essentially babysit him. Babysit? Yes, as if he wasn't already 22 years old.

"Jung Wooyoung," Smelly Nancy—the coffee monster, the woman behind the desk—had finally looked up from her desk and peered condescendingly into his eyes, interrupting his memory flashback.

"Your psychologist, Mr. Choi, is ready for you. He's waiting in room 7, down the hall to the left," she pointed.

Wooyoung jumped up and wobbled in that direction with a sulking, but smug look on his face. He made his way to room 7 and opened the door. In the room, a man stood with his back towards Wooyoung, wearing a white blouse that showcased his well-defined muscles. Wooyoung blushed when the man turned around. Undoubtedly handsome, still in his twenties, and seemingly too attractive for Wooyoung to handle.

When the man smiled, revealing cute dimples, Wooyoung couldn't help but fantasize about kissing them someday. The man had a distinctly masculine face with high cheekbones, a jawline that could cut through glass, and deep eyes that Wooyoung would love to drown in.