BLOSSOMED | SEOKSOO FF

PART 21

The second session with Dr. Wonwoo began in a cold, sterile room that seemed to amplify every emotion Seokmin tried to suppress. He sat rigidly in the chair, his fingers twitching against his knees, his breaths coming in short, uneven bursts. Across from him, Dr. Wonwoo was the picture of calm, his pen poised over a notepad, his expression unreadable.

"Seokmin," Wonwoo began in his usual composed tone, "I know this isn’t easy. But today, we need to dig deeper. I need you to tell me what makes you angry—angry enough to hurt yourself."

Seokmin’s lips twisted into a bitter smirk, his eyes flashing with a mixture of mockery and disdain. "Angry?" he spat. "You think this is about anger? This is about me. A broken, useless shell of a person.

Seokmin's voice rose, each word
dripping with self-loathing. "I
deserve to be in pieces. I deserve
this pain. You think talking about it
will fix me? It won't!"

Dr. Wonwoo remained composed,
his pen unmoving. "Seokmin, I'm not
asking you to fix yourself overnight
But we need to understand why you
feel like you deserve this."

Seokmin leaned forward, his fingers
clawing at the edge of the table. His
laugh was sharp and hollow. "You
wouldn't understand. You sit there
with your calm voice and your stupid
notebook, pretending to care. You
don't know what it's like to ruin
everything you touch!"

Before Wonwoo could respond, Seokmin abruptly stood, knocking his chair backward with a loud clatter. His breathing became erratic, his hands trembling as he looked around the room like a trapped animal.

"I shouldn't even be here!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "I should be-" His gaze fell on the edge of the desk, and in one frantic motion, he slammed his arm against it. The sharp sound of impact echoed through the room as he began clawing at his skin.

"Mingyu!" Wonwoo's voice was sharp
but steady, calling for the orderly
stationed outside.

Within seconds, Mingyu burst into
the room, his large frame filling the
doorway. His usual friendly demeanor was replaced with urgency as he approached Seokmin cautiously. "Seokmin, hey," he said in a soothing voice, "Let's not do this, okay? Just breathe."

But Seokmin was beyond reason. He
pushed Mingyu away with surprising
force, his eyes wild with desperation. "Leave me alone! Just let me destroy myself -it's what I deserve!"

Mingyu quickly recovered, his strong
hands reaching out to restrain
Seokmin without hurting him Seokmin fought against the hold, thrashing like a wild animal, his cries
turning into guttural screams. "LET ME  GO!" he shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of his anguish. "I don't want your help! I don't deserve it!"

Mingyu's grip remained firm but
gentle, his face a mix of determination and sadness
"Seokmin, stop," he said firmly, his
deep voice steady but tinged with
emotion. "You're not alone in this But you have to let us help you."

Seokmin thrashed harder, his nails
scratching at his own arms in a
desperate attempt to hurt himself
Blood began to bead on his skin,
and Mingyu's jaw tightened as he
restrained him. "Doctor," Mingyu
called, his voice tense, "he's going to
hurt himself if this keeps up!"

Dr. Wonwoo was already on the
move, signaling the staff outside the
room to bring in a sedative

"Seokmin, listen to me," Wonwoo
said, his voice calm but firm, cutting
through the chaos. "This isn't about
punishment. It's about healing. But
we can't help you if you don't let us."

Seokmin's laughter returned, bitter
and broken. "Healing? You can't heal
something that's already dead inside!" His voice cracked, and tears streamed down his face as his struggles began to weaken from exhaustion.

Mingyu's hold on him softened slightly, his voice taking on a gentler
tone. "You're not dead, Seokmin You're here, and that means something. But you've got to fight, even if it's messy. Just let us help you, please."

At that moment, the nurse arrived
with the sedative. Seokmin saw the
syringe and began thrashing again,
his screams louder and more frantic. "NO! DON'T DO THIS! LET ME GO!"

Mingyu, his eyes glistening with
unshed tears, held Seokmin steady
as the nurse administered the
sedative into his arm. Seokmin's
screams slowly turned to whimpers
his body slumping against Mingyu's
chest as the medication took effect

Mingyu lowered Seokmin onto the
bed carefully, brushing the hair from
his damp forehead. "You're stronger
than this, Seokmin," he murmured, his voice breaking slightly. "I just wish you could see it."

Dr. Wonwoo observed silently for a
moment, his expression unreadable
When Mingyu finally turned to face
him, the orderly's usual puppy-like
charm was replaced with raw
vulnerability. "Doctor," Mingyu said
quietly, "how do you keep doing this?
Seeing people like him, day after
day?

Wonwoo looked at Seokmin's
sleeping form, his chest rising and
falling with shallow breaths
"Because sometimes, they find their
way back," he replied simply. "But they need people like us to hold onto
them when they can't hold onto
themselves."

Mingyu nodded, swallowing hard as
he looked back at Seokmin. "I just
hope we're not too late for him."

Wonwoo placed a reassuring hand
on Mingyu's shoulder. "We're not. It's
going to take time, and it's going to hurt, but Seokmin can come back from this. We just have to keep showing up for him."

As the two left the room, Mingyu
glanced back one last time at the
fragile man lying on the bed. His heart ached, not just for Seokmin, but for the people who loved him and had been broken by his pain. "You've got this," Mingyu whispered under his breath. "You have to."

The door clicked shut behind them
leaving Seokmin in the stillness of
his room, his breathing steady under
the haze of sedation. For the first
time in weeks, his face was calm,
the storm within him temporarily
quiet.