Wooyoung, a 17 year old, has a lot on his plate and struggles to deal with to fathom the complicated idea of falling in love.
San seems to have everything under control. He has a loving family, good friends and is happy with life. Except for the fa...
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WOOYOUNG
The latter stared at the message on the screen from one of the therapists if that was what he would call them that he quite frankly left on read the last time. He'd been contemplating calling them since his mum mentioned how his therapy sessions used to help. Even though he was still downright pissed at her. After hours- yes hours- of going back and forth over this decision, he finally clicked the call button and sat holding his legs to himself nearly biting his nails off. It only took a couple rings and someone answered.
"Hello this is psychological minds, how may I be of help today?", it was the voice of a lady.
Wooyoung took in a deep breath, "Uhm- Hi.."
There was a moment of silence on the other line and it was as if the lady was trying to figure out ways to approach the conversation.
"Are you nervous?", Her voice was incredibly soft.
Wooyoung chuckled nervously, "A little."
"Ahh, that's a completely normal feeling. I'm guessing this is your first time calling this helpline?"
"Yeah."
"That's fine. The conversations we hold here are private and stay between us. Everything is anonymous so you don't have to worry about your identity or name being revealed. We try to do the best we can in helping everyone out."
"Oh..okay...Uhm- I just- there are some things I would like to talk about- if it's okay with you."
"Right, of course. Before we begin, is there any name asides your real name I can refer to you as? If not, that's fine."
Wooyoung thought for a bit. He couldn't think of much except one his brother used to call him to tease the hell out of him. Wooyoung loved it but pretended to hate it at the time just to get Doyoung to call him that all the time.
"Wommy.", He whispered.
"Wommy? That's cute. I'm Leunah."
"Luna?"
"Yes. Leunah. What would you like to talk about today, Wommy?"
Wooyoung cleared his throat. This was hard. Back when he met his therapists face to face, he was always so ashamed to speak up and it would take a while to get some word out of him even at that he would speak little at a time. Right now he didn't know where to start. He didn't even know why he called the helpline again but he was starting to get fed up of not knowing how to help himself as embarrassing as that sounded to him. So he decided to start small.
