The Second Chance of A Suicidal Idol

Producer Troubles (2)

Joon-woo awoke to a too-bright white light blinding him. He felt thin paper rattle beneath him and as his eyes adjusted to the sudden array of colors and light he recognized the artwork on the walls. He was in the infirmary. The smell of medicinal supplies smacked at his nose.

The nurse turned around from her sink-counter in the back, obviously surprised at Joon-woo's waking form. She shook her head frantically, gesturing for Joon-woo to lie back down.

"Stay down, stay–" She instructed in a panic.

Joon-woo quickly complied, his mind was still hazy. He wasn't sure what happened for him to be here again. The last thing he remembered was being in that office with... Oh. He remembered it all then, everything up until he was picked up from the carpeted ground by... who? He just remembered hating the touch, hating the lack of control he had over his own body.

"Did I– Did I have a panic attack?" He asked, still unsure how that alone could make him pass out.

The nurse paused, before slowly nodding. "And also it appears that your body was exhausted..."

Joon-woo sighed. So that was it. He thought he had fixed Park Joon-woo's shitty stamina and endurance. But if this body couldn't even handle a little bit of overwork, wasn't it useless?

"Oh. Then–" He looked around, who had found him? Who was the one to pick him up? The office he had been walked to was moderately far from the dorms. "Who, um–"

The nurse seemed to understand just from Joon-woo's gestures, "Oh, Du-Ho-ssi came in and you were on his back." She explained kindly.

Joon-woo held his breath. Baek Du-Ho out of all people had to find him like that? His face turned red out of embarrassment, how could he ever face the other after this? "What... What time is it?" Joon-woo cautiously asked. He knew it was late when Producer Jang-Soo called him out, around 8 P.M..

The nurse pursed her lips, " Erm... I mean it's a bit late now, about 9:47 P.M.?"

If Joon-woo had a drink, he would've spit it out. His roommates were probably worried out of their minds. Really, what would Baek Du-Ho tell them, if anything? He went to sit up.

"It's past your work hours, right? You can go home– I'm sorry for the trouble." Joon-woo profusely spoke. It was probably hours past her original hours. He felt so bad, he really couldn't stop troubling people today.

The nurse shook her head. She was stubborn, wasn't she?

"No. No– It's my job to help you guys. And actually– I was checking your medical records and I noticed..." She paused, trying to find the right words.

Joon-woo stiffened, he hadn't thought about those things. Really, wasn't that something he should've checked?

"You have a history of severe panic attacks." She revealed, the blow of words hit Joon-woo's chest. "And it appears you have prescribed medication for your anxiety... Do you perhaps have that on you?"

Joon-woo paused. Anxiety made a whole lotta sense for this body. Weren't he and Ha-rin more alike than he originally thought? Ha-rin had anxiety so bad, that after Cheerleader disbanded she quite literally could not go outside without her body collapsing on her. Was Joon-woo a similar case?

"Um... I don't, no..." He admitted, because how could he explain his supernatural circumstances without being admitted to a mental hospital?

The nurse shook her head disapprovingly, "Okay... Well I'll try to get them re-prescribed for you then... Those things are very important, you know?"

Joon-woo nodded, "Yes, I'm sorry."

"You need to be more careful in the future. Your body is not as strong as you make it out to be." She scolded.