Bite Me [JiGyu]

Psychoanalyze

𝔽.𝔹.𝕀 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕪, ℚ𝕦𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕠, 𝕍𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕒

"Tell me, how many confessions?" I heard Mingyu say as he analyzed the cork board in Seungcheol's office. I had to say, I'm not overly fond of this doctor- I don't know what it is, something about him just rubs me the wrong way. But maybe that's just how I feel about most people I meet.

"Twelve dozen, last time I checked, but none of them had any details- until this morning." Seungcheol sighed and plopped in his desk chair when Mingyu gave him a questioning look. "Some genius in Duluth PD, took a photo of Elise Nichols' body, shared with his friends, and then Jessica Ho posted it on Tattlecrime.net."

"Tasteless." I murmured as I stared at a spot on Seungcehol's desk, idly running everything over in my head.

"Do you have issues with taste, Jihoon?" Mingyu asked as he took the seat next to mine in front of Seungcheol's desk.

"My thoughts are often not... tasty."

"Nor mine. No effective barriers."

"I build forts."

"Associations come quickly."

"So do forts, doctor." I downed half of my coffee in one go, not appreciating the way he was talking to me. It's like he was analyzing me... No, Seungcheol wouldn't have someone analyze me without my permission.

...Right?

He gave me a quizzical look and chuckled when I avoided his eyes. "Not a fan of eye contact?"

I can't stop irritation from lacing itself into my words, making them short and clipped. I just wanna finish this damn case. "Eyes are distracting; you see too much, you don't see enough... And-And, it's hard to focus when you're thinking, 'are those whites really white?' or, 'He must have hepatitis' or, 'Ooh, is that a burst vein?'. So, yeah. I tend to avoid eyes whenever possible." I turn away from him and flip through the case file again, just needing to do something with my hands; and as a distraction from that damn smirk on Mingyu's face. "Seuncheol?"

"Yes?"

Mingyu cut me off before I could even open my mouth. "I imagine what you see and learn touches every corner of your mind. Your values and decency are present, yet shocked at your associations... appalled at your dreams. No forts in the bone arena of your skull for the things you love."

That's when it finally clicked. "Whose profile are you working on...?" I couldn't stop the betrayal digging into my voice as I turned on Seungcheol. "Whose profile is he working on?"

"I'm sorry Jihoon, observing is what we do. I can't shut mine off any more than you can shut yours off." Mingyu shrugged and took a sip of his coffee like he hadn't just dug into my mind. I wanted to punch him. I gave him a level look and growled out my next words.

"Don't psychoanalyze me. You won't like me when I'm psychoanalyzed." I quickly grabbed my stuff and stood, rolling my eyes when Seungcheol told me to sit down. "If you'll excuse me I have a lecture to give... on psychoanalyzing." I turned on my heel and began making my way to the lecture hall, trying to forget about the doctor.

I just couldn't seem to get him and his damn smirk out of my head.
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"Maybe we shouldn't poke him like that, doctor." Seungcheol sighed out as he pinched the bridge of his nose, wishing that had played out in literally any other way. "Perhaps we should try a less... direct approach."

Mingyu leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, quickly figuring out the best way to word this to Seungcheol. "What Jihoon has is pure empathy. He can assume anyone's point of view, no matter who they are; he could see mine, yours, a stranger on the street's. It's dangerous, and it plagues his thoughts. It's an uncomfortable gift, Seungcheol. Perception is a tool that is pointed on both ends." Mingyu took a deep breath as he turned back to the cork board, a small smile forming on his face. "This... cannibal, you're having him get to know... I think I can help good Jihoon see his face."