Clueless Boy - Minsung

Chapter 85

Now, Minho brings Jisung to therapy.

They go to their sessions together, hand in hand, and Jisung feels a little better about walking outside.

Sometimes, Jisung goes alone, and Minho prefers knowing that Jisung is healing by himself too. But he couldn't help but love the little walk they do.

"Hello Jisung , Hello Minho" The therapist said, smiling.

She was still amazed by the insane progress Jisung made since Minho joined in the work, and she couldn't been more proud of a patient.

"Any news about trying to live outside of therapy ?" She asked.

Minho turned to Jisung.

Jisung nodded, proudly.

"What kind ?" She asked.

Jisung turned to Minho, waiting.

"You answer, love" He said softly, encouraging him.

'met friends'

"Really, that's amazing" She congratulated "Close friends ?'

'yes'

'boys'

"Wow, even more progress !" She stated, writing it down "What can't you do now ? Where do you feel limited ?"

'uni'

'more boys'

"What about speaking, any progress on that side ?" She asked.

Jisung sighed, and shook his head.

Everytime he tried to speak, his mouth grew dry, his throat tightened, his lungs felt like exploding.

For some reason, it was too hurtful to speak.

For some reason, staying silent was a better solution.

"It's still good you found a new way of communicating" She still encouraged

"But ... I have bad news ... That are amazing news at the same time"

Jisung tilted his head to the side.

"Sessions with Minho are over" She said, smiling contently.

Jisung frowned.

He shook his head, refusing it.

"It's time for him to let you be. You don't need to experience it anymore, you've done it" She responded.

Jisung sighed, putting his legs up and hugging them, sincerely disappointed to hear that.

"Why are you so sad about it, love ?" Minho mumbled "It means you did it, it's a good thing"

Jisung turned to him.

"You were supposed to learn how to confide in me again, and you did it. It's over because you're doing amazing" He continued.

As much as Jisung didn't like it, he still nodded.

In a way, they were right. And that made him proud of himself.

Going back home, Jisung was pouty.

"Don't be so frustrated my baby" Minho teased him all the way back.

Jisung would sigh, over and over, and threw himself on the couch as soon as he arrived home.

He grabbed his slate, turning to Minho.