neo ; therapy

part three

here's a chapter way longer than the last one

As nosy as Cha Hakyeon could be, he never mentioned about the bullying to Taekwoon. They had gotten closer, but Hakyeon had held his tongue back from yelling at Taekwoon for not telling him about his troubles. At first, he backed away for Taekwoon's privacy, but now that Hakyeon knows how bad he was, it shouldn't be private among his friends. He'd see Taekwoon suddenly spacing out and would want to say something sometimes, and it happened more often the more Hakyeon hung around him.

One day, he saw a cut on Taekwoon's arm.

"Taekwoon-ah! Let's get some Starbucks!Taekwoon was wearing some black jeans and a nice button up. One of his buttons weren't buttoned and Hakyeon couldn't help but stare at his chest. Hakyeon was slowly getting more and more attracted to the handsome Taekwoon. "Taekwoon-ah, can you get me a green tea frap?" Hakyeon asked. Taekwoon nodded and returned back with two drinks, one green tea frappuccino and a chai latte. Hakyeon spotted a small scar on Taekwoon's wrist.

After Taekwoon had set the drinks on the table, Hakyeon had grabbed Taekwoon's wrist. "Taekwoon-ah! What is this?!" Hakyeon shouted. His eyes turned sad. "I can ex-" Taekwoon was about to talk until Hakyeon raised a finger to his lips. "I know about you. I know the gossip. I know the mean shit that happens. How come you never told me? You know I'm studying psychology, I'm the best one who can help you." Hakyeon held Taekwoon's hand tightly, Taekwoon stared at Hakyeon in shock.

"Knowing your personality, you wouldn't tell anyone. You can't hold these all in.." Hakyeon sighed. "Hold up. This is a cut I got from cutting some fruits the other day." Taekwoon took his hand away from Hakyeon. Hakyeon blushed red, "S-So... O-Oops.. T-Th-That's what it is.." Hakyeon's face went back to normal and complained, "You should've told me. Hmph." "You didn't give me the time to explain." Taekwoon rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah. Sorry." Hakyeon turned red again.

The air was tense and both men were silent.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." Taekwoon murmured, "I didn't want to bother you." Hakyeon slapped his hands on the table, "You didn't consider the fact that I'M IN THE GODDAMN PSYCHOLOGY MAJOR?! This is a subject I'm good at and I could help you a lot with it!" Hakyeon ranted on, "Plus, this helps me a lot with my major since I'll be a therapist one point in my life. I'm the one that'll be using you!"

"Is this guy on his period?" Taekwoon wondered.

"I'm bad at talking." Taekwoon made an excuse.

"I can tell." Hakyeon responded back sassily.

"If you feel passionate about something or you feel something strongly, the words needed to be said will flow its way through. You know how to speak Korean." Hakyeon sighed.

Taekwoon didn't respond.

"Give me a chance to help you." Hakyeon looked at Taekwoon with hope.

"I'll think about it." Taekwoon mumbled.

The both of them returned to their dorms. Taekwoon thought about how Hakyeon seemed so passionate in trying to help Taekwoon. At that point, Taekwoon knew that boy was a keeper. Taekwoon opened his dorm door and he saw a tall, blonde hair guy in the room. ".. Hello Taekwoon-hyung." A shy voice called out. "What are you doing in my room?" Taekwoon asked. "My name is Hyuk. My roommate smuggled cocaine onto the grounds, so I asked to switch rooms and I got here." Hyuk explained. "Didn't Hakyeon mention a 'Hyukkie'?" Taekwoon thought.

"Okay." Taekwoon walked into his room and slept for a while.

knock knock

Taekwoon woke up from his sleep and walked out of his room to see who was at the door. He was suspicious because no one visited his dorm.