Sweetheart (Minsung)

9. Psychiatrist

Jisung scrolls on his phone, bored and on the couch. Eun hasn't woken up yet and there isn't much else to do. A notification pops up from a random number, the boy eyes widening when he clicks on it.

A picture of a man tied to a chair with a rag stuffed in his mouth and blindfold on consumes the screen. His arms and legs were duct taped painfully tight and blood marked his clothes and skin. Soon, a message appeared below the photo.

Come get him for your little hero boyfriend sweetheart.

An address followed soon after as Jisung leapt from the couch, sprinting to Eun's room. He grabbed his arm, shaking him awake.

"Eun wake up! Someone kidnapped a civilian and is keeping them captive! We have to help!" The elder eventually sat up, shaking his boyfriend off.

"Huh?" He mumbles making the younger sigh.

"I got a message from some random number with a picture of a guy tied up and an address!" The boy deliberately left out the other parts, sticking with the crucial information.

"Ok, ok. Let me get dressed, you wait in the car." Jisung nodded, running back to the car and waiting anxiously. He stared at the messages, as if they would disappear on him. The door slammed, making him jump as the other got in the car.

He started it up, looking over.

"What's the address?"

Jisung looked back at his phone,

"The house at the end of 7th street, the abandoned one that Mrs. Lee used to live in, that got cleared out."

"Got it." He started speeding down the road, making sharp turns that had the other gripping onto his seat for dear life. They pulled up, Eun drawing his gun and going towards the house with Jisung following close behind.

At the door, the elder glanced back before kicking it hard. It burst open and he rushed in. His boyfriend rushed in after, the two splitting up and searching the house. The younger walked through the kitchen, then living room and bathroom, returning to the entryway when he found nothing.

"Find anything?" He asked as Eun came into view.

"No, you?"

"No..."

"Can I see the message?" He asked abruptly.

"What?" Jisung replied, startled.

"You said you got a message. Can I see it?" The younger got his phone out, the colour draining from his face. He scrolled as far down in his contacts as possible, but the unknown number was gone, as if it was never there.

He timidly gave the phone over, watching his boyfriend's expression get more and more annoyed.

"Of course there's no message! You just hallucinated it with that idiot brain of yours!" He exclaimed, shoving the phone back in the other's hands.

"No! I wasn't!" He begged as Eun left the house. He turned around, grabbing Jisungs shirt.

"THEN WHERE THE FUCK IS IT? HUH?" He yelled, his boyfriend freezing. "Get in the car." He did, quietly getting in and avoiding eye contact. When the car started up and they were driving, the elder started talking.

"I'm taking you to a psychiatrist. No arguments." The other just nodded, knowing it was useless to refuse.

They soon pulled up, Jisung following Eun silently into the building. At the front desk, the elder signed some paperwork and talked to a few different people. They then waited in the waiting room for a few minutes before a name was called.

"Jisung."

A tall man with glasses and short blonde hair led him to an office, sitting behind a large wooden desk. He read a few papers, leaving the other to look at the room. It had white walls with picture frames lining it. Pinned butterflies sat in the frames, forever destined to be in this boring environment.

The psychiatrist cleared his throat, crossing his arms on the table.

"What brings you here today Jisung." He asks.

"Well, um, I believe I'm hallucinating a person. I see him everywhere but when I try to follow him and get close, he disappears. Oh, and I hallucinated messages on my phone." He stated, looking down at his fidgeting fingers.

"And who is this person?" His voice is soothing, but overly sweet.

"The villain that Eun defeated a while back." He admitted.

"Do you know why you're seeing this particular person?"

"Not really. Maybe because I saw him die? His death still doesn't sit right with me. Somethings off." He answered.

"No. As a professional, I believe that by using your phone the amount you reportedly do, it has affected your brain, causing you to see these hallucinations. Because of the crime he did to the other people, you felt bad, then overjoyed when he died. This caused your emotions to become imbalanced, therefore you started to hallucinate that he wasn't actually dead to try to balance your feelings again." He explained calmly. Jisung looked at him confused.

"That's what happened?"

"Yes."

"That sounds ridiculous. Are you qualified for this?" He asked, getting annoyed at the bullshit reason given to him for this. The other man stood up, slamming his hands on the desk.

"How dare you question my qualifications!" He yelled, stunning the boy. "I know exactly what I'm doing, and you will listen to me!" The other nodded, watching him sit back down.

"I have some special medication for you. Take two pills every night. You can come back when you need a refill too." He pulled out a bottle, pushing it along the table for Jisung to take. "Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good, I'll see you out now." He stood up, opening the door and motioning for him to walk through. On the other side, Eun gets up from his chair, walking to the tall man. Behind the youngers back, a handful of dollar bills are passed from hand to hand.

"Thank you!" The older says cheerily as they leave. The psychiatrist stands there, jaw clenched, and money scrunched in his hand.

"It's getting late so when we get inside, I'm going to bed, make sure you take your pills before you turn in too." Eun says, unlocking the door to their house.

"It's only 1pm." Jisung says bluntly.

"So?" The other chuckles, disappearing into the house. His boyfriend shrugs, taking the pills and going to his bedroom, getting changed and going to sleep.