Therapy and temptation - A woosan romantic fanfic

Chapter 7 - Psychological therapy for two

The waiting room of Dr. Yunho's office felt suffocating to Wooyoung, the dim lighting and worn purple chairs doing little to ease his nerves. It was a different building then San was working, it felt less chic. Wooyoung fidgeted anxiously, his leg bouncing up and down as he glanced around the room, his eyes landing on the receptionist's desk.

"God, I miss Nancy," Wooyoung muttered under his breath, a pang of nostalgia hitting him as he remembered the smelly receptionist from San's practice. She was a bit of a bitch at the beginning, but now Wooyoung loved her banter and her coffee smelling smile.

Beside him, San shot him a sympathetic glance, reaching out to gently place a hand on his knee. "It's going to be okay, Wooyoung," he murmured reassuringly, his voice soft and comforting.

Wooyoung forced a weak smile, trying to push aside the wave of anxiety threatening to overwhelm him. "Yeah, sure, easy for you to say," he replied, his attempt at staying positive already falling flat.

San's brow furrowed with concern, his eyes searching Wooyoung's face. "Hey, you don't have to be nervous. Jung Yunho is really good at what he does," he said earnestly, his tone gentle but firm. It was as if San had an inner sense for Wooyoung's feelings, nothing seemed to get past the man. Wooyoung couldn't trick him in telling him he isn't nervous.

Wooyoung let out a frustrated sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I know, I know," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I just... I don't want to be here."

San squeezed his knee gently, offering him a reassuring smile. "I understand, but this is important for your mental health, Wooyoung," he said softly. "And I'm here with you every step of the way."

Despite San's words of encouragement, Wooyoung couldn't shake the feeling of dread settling in the pit of his stomach. He hated feeling vulnerable, exposed, and the thought of pouring out his innermost thoughts and feelings to a stranger made him want to crawl out of his own skin.

San was in such a serious mode, that it didn't help Wooyoung's feelings in the slightest. If anything, it made him more nervous and on edge. He had to do well, but he couldn't focus, and his mind was racing at 200 miles an hour.

As they sat in silence, the tension in the air thickening with each passing moment, Wooyoung felt a sudden urge to break the ice with one of his jokes. "Hey, San, let's hope this Dr. Yunho guy is as handsome as you," he quipped with a playful grin. "At least then I'll have something good to look at."

To make fun of the situation and misbehaving, is giving him the feeling that he can safe guard his real thoughts and feelings.

San rolled his eyes affectionately, shaking his head at Wooyoung's antics. "You never change, do you?" he said with a chuckle, his voice tinged with fondness. San knew what Wooyoung was doing but choose to ignore it.

But beneath his playful exterior, Wooyoung felt the weight of San's concern pressing down on him like a lead weight. He knew San was worried about him, about his mental health, his anxiety. San knew wooyoung struggled hard, and Wooyoung fully appreciated the gesture of support more than he could express. But right know he just didn't feel comfortable.

Not long after, the door to psychologist Jeong Yunho's office swung open, and they were ushered inside. Wooyoung's heart hammered in his chest as he followed San into the room, his anxiety reaching new heights with each step.

Yunho greeted them with a warm smile, his demeanor calm and reassuring as he invited them to take a seat. Wooyoung forced himself to sit upright, his knees still shaking beneath him as he struggled to maintain his composure.