(Taehyung's POV)
"Sooyeon noona!" I knocked on my sister's door before opening it, "Are you there?"
I leaned in, trying to hear what's going on inside. There were giggles of a young boy. And immediately, the thought came into my head, "Hobi.."I opened the door to see my sister with her hair tied, wearing clothings like overalls, such that makes her look like a boy. My sister has a special case of mental illness, it's called as Dissociative Identity Disorder- or more known as Multiple Personality Disorder. And sometimes.. She isn't herself. There are other "characters" inside of her- these are called "alters". They have times where they appear and switch with my sister. Each one of them has a name. This young boy here, is called Hobi, and he is 9 years old.
Slowly and steadily, I tried approaching 'him'. And as if I was talking to a younger brother, I asked, while touching his shoulder,
"Whatcha' playing, Hobi?"
"Dinosaurs!"
"Mind if I join?" I smiled.
"Sure! Here, you be Ptae! He's a pterodactyl. And I'll be T-Rex!"After a few minutes of child play, I asked him, "Hobi, do you wanna come with Hyung to somewhere fun?"
"H-Hobi??" 'His' eyes flickered, or should I say- her, "Oh.. He was here? Again?"My sister was also aware of her illness. She looked around her room with a face showing fear from not knowing what had happened. She looked down into her hands, which were holding onto a toy. She put them down, and looked at me. "I need to take you to somewhere," I told her.
"Are you going to take me to another psychiatrist? Who is it this time? A French guy? Or maybe German?" I've taken her to too many centers, none of them have successfully healed her yet though.
I shook my head. "He's korean." This time, I'm going to try to believe in our nation's doctors. "Get ready in 5," I stood up and headed out the door, "I'll be waiting downstairs."
(Sooyeon's POV)
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Messy hair tied in a bun, white graphic tee, light blue overalls. And cartoon socks to top it with. I sighed and changed into my usual fashion. Jeans and a simple shirt. I grabbed my jacket and bag from the rack. I can never go out somewhere chilly without my jacket, not sure why.
I went out and down the stairs, to where my brother was. He's younger than me, and may be childish at times. But most of the times- I guess it's because of my illness- he is mature and shows leadership and responsibility. He's a good guy, really. And I'm glad I have him as my brother- although we may not be of one blood. I still love him anyways.
Together, in taehyung's car, we drove to the center. I don't drive- I never know when my 9 year old "alters" will appear. So it's always Taehyung who drives me. Another thing I'm thankful of.
I took my phone out of my handbag and went on the message app. Taehyung glanced over my phone to see who I was texting. "Joshua"- my boyfriend of two years. Of course, he knows about me and my alters.
> jisoooyaa 😖💖
>> yeonggg~~~
>> what's with the scared face bb?
> i'm visiting another physician ;3;
>> aw D: Taehyung's with you, right?
>> it'll be okay honey, i'll be wishing
you the most out of luck!!
> yeaa! hehe thank youuu :>
>> and i'm sorry ㅠㅠ
>> i can't take you to places like that
:( but i guess someone who knows
you more would be a better
guardian- Taehyung. :<
> aw you don't have to feel so bad
for that, it's okk!
>> b- but still.. ㅠㅠ
> shshshshhs !! hehe ouo
> i have to go nooow ;^; bbyee
>> GOOD LUCK BB!!! I LOVE YOU!
>> AND TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT
LATER!!
> hahahh okay deariee, i love you
too joshua ;) <3Before I knew it, we arrived at our destination. It was a chic, modern-looking structure, built on top of a comfy-looking cafe. Two opposites. "Madame Antoine," their sign says.*
I went out of our small turquoise car and walked towards the cafe, with heavy steps. As I opened their door, a bell rings, followed by greetings from the people there. "Welcome!" a slim woman approached me with a smile, "Sit wherever you'd like."
I walked towards the table at the far edge, next to the window. My session with the center upstairs only starts at 2, and so I have a 30-minute free time for now. The lady walked to my table, the menu on hand, "Would you also like your fortune to be told?"
Fortune? This must not be a normal cafe then. I shook my head, "Maybe some time later," I smiled. "And can I get a cup of hot chocolate please?"
"Of course!" The lady replied, before heading back. A few minutes after, Taehyung found me and sat on the seat infront of me, both of us minding our own business.
30 minutes passed and my alarm goes on. It was time. I gave a deep sigh and stood up. Then we walked to the stairs and went up.
We were greeted with a tall man, dressed in a white coat. Judging from his doctor clothing, I guessed it was him. "Dr. Jin?" I asked. He just smiled, "Nope." Then he led us to a room, "Dr. Jin's in here. And for your information, I'm Dr. Jin's brother, Lee Jong Suk. Also a doctor, but not in the same field. I came to help him." Again, he gave me a smile. And after opening the door for us, he walked away.
"Lee.. Sooyeon?" A man sitting on the desk of the room calls out, his eyebrow raised. "I've been expecting you." He stands up.
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(A/N) okei!!!!
HI. after years of hiatus I am back with another story!! ♥︎ this story is actually based on my own personal interest on psychiatry so yea! eheheh ␟␏(ɲ˃ ˈ̫̮ ˂ɳ)␟␏ෆ I hope you like it~~ hehehh*AND OMG. For those who watches Madam Antoine: I INCLUDED THE CAFE SLASH CENTER IN THIS HAHAH. <3
**anywaays I thought I should tell more about the characters sooo hmm,, maybe for the next chapter?? ;)
OKIE. JELLY AWAY!!!!!!! ~~~~~
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