BLOSSOMED | SEOKSOO FF ✔️

PART 19

The next day, Seokmin was quietly transferred to the psychiatric hospital, a facility known for its serene environment and highly skilled staff. The name Dr. Jeon Wonwoo was mentioned repeatedly during the paperwork-a name that seemed to carry weight and assurance.

Wonwoo, the head psychiatrist, was a man of remarkable composure. His tall frame and soft-spoken demeanor exuded a sense of calm that even the most agitated patients found soothing. The staff whispered about how he never flinched, no matter how chaotic things became, handling every situation with unshakable poise.

Seokmin, however, was far from calm. He sat stiffly in the small, minimally decorated room he'd been assigned, his fingers twitching nervously as his eyes darted around. The unfamiliar surroundings only heightened his sense of displacement, and the quiet, soothing hum of the facility felt oppressive.

The door creaked open softly, and in walked Dr. Wonwoo, a clipboard in hand and an unreadable expression on his face. "Good morning, Seokmin," he said gently, pulling a chair across from him. His voice was calm, like a ripple in still water.

Seokmin barely looked at him, his gaze fixed on the floor. He didn't respond, didn't move, and for a moment, it seemed as though he hadn't even heard the greeting.

"I'm Dr. Jeon Wonwoo," the psychiatrist continued, settling into his chair. "I'll be working with you during your time here. There's no pressure today-we'll just talk a little, get to know each other."

Seokmin finally raised his head, his eyes dull and sunken. "What's the point?" he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

Wonwoo didn't react to the defeat in Seokmin's tone. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady but kind. "The point is to help you feel better, Seokmin. To understand what's going on and find a way forward."

The words struck a nerve. Seokmin's shoulders tensed, and a bitter laugh escaped his lips. "Feel better?" he scoffed, shaking his head. "I don't deserve to feel better. I don't deserve any of this-this room, this help, this... care."

Wonwoo observed him quietly, letting the outburst unfold without interruption. He noted the clenched fists, the quiver in Seokmin's voice, the way his breathing became shallow and erratic.

"What do you think you deserve, then?" Wonwoo asked softly.

The question was like a trigger. Seokmin's composure shattered as he stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. His voice rose, raw and frantic. "I deserve to hurt! To suffer! To feel every ounce of pain I've caused!"

He began pacing the room, his hands clutching at his hair as if trying to physically contain his spiraling thoughts. "I'm a monster, don't you get it? I destroyed people! I broke them! I don't get to sit here and talk about 'feeling better.' I should be locked away, forgotten. Left to rot!"

Wonwoo remained seated, his expression unchanging as Seokmin's voice grew louder, his words more erratic. The doctor's calmness only seemed to fuel Seokmin's agitation.

"You're not even listening!" Seokmin shouted, turning to face Wonwoo with wild eyes. "Why are you just sitting there? Say something! Tell me I'm right! Tell me I'm the monster everyone knows I am!"

Wonwoo finally set his clipboard down, his movements slow and deliberate. He met Seokmin's gaze, his voice as steady as ever. "Seokmin, I hear you. I hear every word you're saying. But I also see the pain behind those words. The anger. The confusion. The guilt. And I want to help you understand them."

Seokmin froze, his chest heaving as he stared at Wonwoo. For a moment, the anger drained from his face, replaced by something more fragile-fear, perhaps, or disbelief. But it was fleeting.

"Understand them?" he repeated, his voice quieter now but no less intense. "You think you can make sense of this? Of me?"

"I think we can try," Wonwoo said simply.

Seokmin let out a shaky breath, his hands falling to his sides. He looked around the room, at the sterile walls and the neatly arranged furniture, and suddenly felt the weight of it all-the chaos in his mind, the mess of his life, the crushing guilt that refused to let him breathe.

"I don't know how to try," he admitted, his voice breaking. "I don't even know where to start."

"That's okay," Wonwoo replied, his tone as steady as ever. "That's why you're here. We'll start small, one step at a time. But the first step is allowing yourself to be here, to accept that help is possible."

Seokmin sank back into his chair, his energy spent. He buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking as silent tears began to fall. For the first time in a long while, he didn't fight the emotions overwhelming him.

Wonwoo sat with him in the silence, giving him the space to feel without judgment. It wasn't a breakthrough, not yet. But it was a beginning.

Yaayyyyy!!!!

Give some love to my man....