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The room held an air of cold silence, small specks of shivers dancing along the skin of Wooyoung's arms. He had yet to slip his hoodie on, half relishing the fact that the cold could keep him grounded in the present moment. He kept his unfocused eyes trained on the small candle that burned against the wooden desk, the flame wavering in the nonexistent breeze.

"Wanna start?.." The voice brought Wooyoung from his mind as he lazily drug his focus from the flame, up to Keonhee's soft gaze. Their eyes met (with Wooyoung glancing away,) and he nodded, drawing a leg over his knee.

"Okay, easy start, how are you feeling right now? Don't think about it, the first word that comes to your mind."

Wooyoung leaned back against the comfortable chair and inhaled slowly, "Tired." He murmured. The therapist nodded and mirrored Wooyoung's actions subconsciously. "I saw you were asleep, you let San sleep in the bed with you, that was nice of you."

Keonhee's lips twitched to a soft smile upon seeing a light grin cross Wooyoung's face, yet it quickly vanished the second it was brought on. "Mhm, I.. think he.."

The younger's demeanor changed drastically from being relaxed, to tense and anxious. His chest tightened with anxiety and his breathing became labored as he fought back the words he wanted to speak. Keonhee waited patiently, even offering a lemon flavored candy to distract the panic. Wooyoung inhaled shakily and dug his nails into his palms.

"San.. I think he.. m-makes my... he makes me not dream.."

There it was, the softly uttered words that held the true terror to his soul, the simple sentence that could make the boy break down. Keonhee had to force away the grin that wanted to slip his lips, and instead nodded thoughtfully and scribbled on his notepad. "Do you know why?.." He asked, giving a cautious glance to the patient, who kept his eyes lowered. "No."

".. He reminds me of Yuta, in a way. I don't understand why, Yuta was a selfish liar who couldn't handle seeing an ounce of happiness-" Wooyoung caught the anger in his throat, a slight moment of fear reflecting back on himself. "San.. he's the opposite.. i'm so mean to him.. I can't understand why he is so .. so nice to me.."

He looked down at his palm, bringing back the phantom feeling of San's cautious hand slipping into his own. "I hate it, he pities me. I see the way he looks at me, like he.. like he understands me. He looks into me like it's nothing, it scares me."

Wooyoung's tone gradually softened until he was hardly whisper, his eyes beginning to blur over to sudden tears. "I don't want to get close to him, Keonhee.. what if I start to think of the things I did when I was with Yuta..?! I still have those dreams.. I can't see someone get killed again, even if its just in my head."

Keonhee gave a sad frown and set aside his notepad, leaning forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind  Wooyoung's ear. "I know you're tired of hearing it, but nothing about your dreams in your fault..-"

"But it is! Every single thing that I think of, is all my fault! I was thinking things I shouldn't have and they're coming back to bite me! I- i'm scared!.. I am so terrified of myself, what happens if I act on my dreams? What if I become the monster that's in my head..?!" Wooyoung felt his tone shift to a higher pitch as his throat tightened around his words and hot tears broke free from his eyes and spilled down his cheeks.

Keonhee didn't know what to say, his mouth opening, then closing once more. He exhaled softly and stood up, swiftly making his way around the desk and wrapping his arms around Wooyoung, half forcing him to stand. Although the second his arms reached him, Wooyoung threw himself onto Keonhee, face buried in his neck as he cried into his skin.