The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

936 🩺 All Harships Should End In Laughter

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This scene contains sensitive mental health topics surrounding anxiety. If you think this might be too much for you, please give today a miss, take a break, look after yourself, and meet us back in the next chapter~

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Home alone, Yeosang was fidgety and couldn't stay still as he paced through his flat, back and forth. Instead of just sitting on the couch and scrolling through his phone or reading a book while he waited, he had cleaned just about every surface in the whole apartment, folded every piece of washing, and even organised Nabi's growing toy collection for something to do.

He'd done all that, but yet, he could not sit still.

This morning, Wooyoung was coming over for his therapy appointment, and to say he was stressed for him, was probably an understatement.

Simply put, he just didn't want to see how upset his brother would be afterwards. Typically, that was the way it happened. Wooyoung would become anxious beforehand, nervous for the session, he would bravely sit through it, crying as he would be faced with the very horrors he'd spent his life trying to smile through, and then afterwards, he'd be broken... Hurt and pained and teary... Quietly, he would sit and nod when asked if he was okay, when it was so obvious that he was not.

But Wooyoung would just wipe away his tears, rub his paining heart, and go to his room to stare at the photographs of his family he wished he could see again, but could never.

It hurt having to watch him in pain... Knowing that there was nothing he could do to take on the burden for him. It hurt, knowing that his brother would be grieving and facing guilt he didn't deserve to bear, and he could not convince him that it wasn't his fault...

Couldn't convince him to be truly happy.

God, he knew his wants and wishes sounded immature. They were the one dimensional dreams of a mere child.

But the piece of him inside that loved his brother so much... The piece that encouraged his own tears to fall... It was a child at heart. It only saw his brother's pain and wanted it to stop. It didn't care for the fact that the therapy would be good for him in the long run. It only cared about short term... Now... His brother was hurting, now... Scared, now...

And that realisation... That his brother, was hurting...

Maybe he was thinking into it too much... Maybe he was just being dramatic... But on his way towards the living room, the realisation hit hard at full force, and suddenly, his chest was tightening on him...

Woo...

Young-ah...

His little brother...