BLOSSOMED | SEOKSOO FF ✔️

PART 20

After the emotionally charged session with Dr. Wonwoo, Seokmin was mentally and physically drained. Wonwoo, ever calm and measured, decided that Seokmin needed a peaceful space to ground himself after such an intense outburst. He called for Mingyu, the hospital's caretaker and assistant therapist, to help Seokmin settle into his private room.

Mingyu walked into the office with his usual air of warmth and cheer. He was a towering figure, his muscular build and radiant smile seeming almost out of place in such a quiet, clinical setting. But there was something inherently disarming about him-his puppy-like energy, the way his eyes sparkled with kindness.

"Dr. Jeon," Mingyu greeted, his voice smooth and bright. He gave Seokmin a quick, reassuring nod before turning back to Wonwoo. His eyes lingered on the psychiatrist for a split second longer than necessary, a soft blush dusting his cheeks.

Wonwoo, ever composed, barely acknowledged Mingyu's silent admiration. "Mingyu, please escort Seokmin to his room and help him settle in. Make sure he's comfortable," Wonwoo instructed, his tone professional.

"Of course," Mingyu replied with a grin, his voice carrying a cheerful enthusiasm that seemed to lighten the room.

Seokmin rose from his chair reluctantly, still shaky and unsure. Mingyu walked over to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Hey, don't worry," he said softly. "We'll take it one step at a time, okay? Let's get you to your room first."

As they walked through the hospital corridors, Mingyu kept the atmosphere light. He pointed out various areas of the facility-the dining room, the recreation area, the library-and offered small anecdotes about the place.

"This hospital might seem cold at first," Mingyu said, glancing at Seokmin, "but it's actually pretty nice. The staff here are amazing, and Dr. Jeon-well, he's the best. A bit too serious sometimes, but he cares more than anyone I've ever met."

Seokmin managed a small nod, though his expression remained guarded. Mingyu's voice was soothing, but the weight of his guilt and shame still clung to him like a shroud.

When they reached the private room, Mingyu pushed the door open to reveal a simple yet welcoming space. The walls were painted a soft, calming shade of blue, and the bed was neatly made with crisp white sheets. A small desk and chair sat by the window, which overlooked a garden filled with vibrant flowers.

"This is your space," Mingyu said, gesturing around the room. "Make it yours. If you need anything-extra pillows, blankets, or even snacks-just let me know."

Seokmin hesitated by the door, his eyes scanning the room warily. Mingyu noticed his reluctance and offered a reassuring smile. "It's okay to take your time," he said gently. "You've been through a lot. No one's rushing you."

With a deep breath, Seokmin stepped inside. He moved slowly, as though afraid to disturb the quiet serenity of the room. Mingyu stayed by the door, giving him space but ready to assist if needed.

After a few moments, Mingyu began unpacking the few belongings Seokmin had brought with him. As he worked, he stole occasional glances at Seokmin, observing the man's tense posture and haunted expression.

"You know," Mingyu said casually, "I've seen a lot of people come through these doors. Everyone's got their own battles, their own scars. But you're here, and that means you're already stronger than you think."

Seokmin glanced at him, his eyes clouded with doubt. "It doesn't feel that way," he muttered.

"That's okay," Mingyu replied, his tone kind but firm. "You don't have to feel strong right now. Just being here is enough."

As Mingyu continued to chat lightly, he couldn't help but think of Wonwoo. His admiration for the doctor was no secret among the staff, though he tried to keep his feelings professional. He respected Wonwoo's calm demeanor and sharp intellect, but he also found himself drawn to the subtle kindness that lay beneath his stoic exterior.

Lost in his thoughts, Mingyu almost didn't notice Seokmin sinking onto the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped. The man looked utterly lost, a shadow of himself.

"Hey," Mingyu said softly, crouching down to meet Seokmin's gaze. "You don't have to do this alone. We're all here to help you, okay? Dr. Jeon, me, the staff-we're all on your side."

For the first time, Seokmin's expression softened, if only slightly. There was a flicker of something in his eyes-relief, perhaps, or the faintest glimmer of hope.

Mingyu smiled, his heart swelling with a quiet determination. "You're going to get through this, Seokmin. One step at a time."

As he stood to leave, Mingyu gave Seokmin one last look. "I'll check on you later, okay? For now, just rest. You deserve it."

With that, Mingyu left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. As he walked back toward the main office, his thoughts returned to Wonwoo. He couldn't help but wonder how the doctor managed to carry the weight of so many lives on his shoulders, all while maintaining that calm, unshakable demeanor.

Mingyu smiled to himself. Maybe one day, he'd have the courage to tell Wonwoo just how much he admired him. But for now, his focus was on helping Seokmin take the first steps toward healing.

Man.. The ending is stretching a lil bit too much.. don't you think so?