No one prepared me for having feeling for my therapist.
It hasn't been a minute and I was already getting lost between his eyes.
"Hi, I'm Hoseok. I just want to say that everything you say will be confidential unless you show you will harm yourself or others," my eyes widened and he seemed to have noticed, "dont let this pressure you, are you willing to tell my why you're here?"
There was a pause and I was scared he would be angry or disgusted, but he simply smiled.
"No worries! We can always play games or talk about what you're interested."
I took this opportunity to speak up because I didnt want to seem like someone who wasnt interesting.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," it was a really long 'uh', or at least it felt like it,"I like music and dancing."
He laughed a little, but in a way that comforted me. It felt genuine. But I could be wrong. Maybe.
"Its good to have a hobby and exercise! One day, if you're comfortable, show me your best moves."
Although I would normally feel as though he was being pushy or annoying, I felt the need to get better at dancing just to show off. But I brushed those idiotic thoughts away as I realized I havent responded.
"Yeah, one day I promise I will."
"You promise?" His voice sounded excited, as if he would actually want to see me dance for him. I looked down as I felt a smile creeping in, it felt weird to want someone's attention. But it felt nice to know I had his attention... even if this is his job.
"You know, I really like your smile." Hoseok laughed as he spoke those words and he grinned so carelessly as if he didnt know my face was burning red.
