Kihyun wasn't feeling his best today. On the verge of sleep, not fully conscious or feeling himself.
This, of course, changed when the door opened. Lazily he rolled his head over, and was again more awake when he saw Sohn.
"How are you feeling?" Sohn asked, as usual. He sounded different today. Maybe Kihyuns numbers were changing, not that he cared.
Those numbers were stupid anyway.
It was hard to think of some witty comeback, and it took him a moment before he actually did manage the words. "Oh, wonderful. Ready to jump out a window head first. How are you Sohn?"
Sohn took a seat, as usual it made a single little creaking sound. The sound echoed in Kihyuns mind, almost painfully reverberating. Why must this chair be so annoying?
One. Two... one... what came next?
Four... seven... five...
He couldn't focus anymore. He was sure Sohn had asked him something else but it was mute. All there seemed to be was that cursed creak.
"Kihyun," and there it was. His name. This brought him back here to the present, and slowly the white came back into focus, as well as the face of Sohn, eyebrows coming together in what must have been frustration. But it looks disturbingly like worry.
"You don't call me that. It's Yoo this Yoo that," Kihyun squinted slightly, and a funny thought came to mind. "I told you to go suck a dick I didn't mean mine."
And for a moment Kihyun felt fine again.
And Sohn seemed to be less concerned. Or frustrated. Whatever he was doing with his face.
He glanced to the door, and went back to watching his clip board as if it was interesting. Kihyun found it annoying.
"Hyunwoo. You keep saying Sohn, it's annoying." Hyunwoo spoke, noticing the tiny smile that came across the corner of Kihyuns lips. It was the strangest thing, something about his name struck a cord. It felt familiar. Abruptly Hyunwoo stood. "That's all for today. I'll see you tomorrow."
And so Hyunwoo turned to leave, but not before Kihyun spoke with his usual self.
"Go suck a dick Hyunwoo!"
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Black Roses and White Chrysanthemum
Fiksi PenggemarThree stories. No second chance. One truth. •fading• A lonely room, and daily visits from someone he should remember. Kihyun didn't understand why he was here, why he started feeling worse day by day, and why this annoying doctor kept asking...
