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dr. kim's clinicmy therapist likes to talk to his patients at home, so it can lighten up the mood of the people by tuning his classic songs. but since he's a private doctor, he wasn't much of a busy person. he sat the couch in front of mine, crossed legs. his polo shirt is tucked in, his jet black hair perfectly distinguishing his facial feautures.
"so, anything you felt this week?" he spoke, pressing his pen ready to take notes.
"i have been feeling slight pain in my head. dizziness sometimes when i wake up."
he approached me and pressed his fingers on both sides of my head, nape and forehead. for a doctor his touch is very gentle.
removing his hands, he lifted my chin and took a good look at my eyes. how can someone be so handsome at his age. his stare is so soft i might melt. "your eyes look fine, it must be the medicines and lack of sleep." of course it must be lack of sleep. these past few nights i'm getting smaller time to sleep because i'm always thinking of paris.
"you must think a lot about your travel eh?" i smiled sheepishly, and he sat again. i told him my flight details that i'll be leaving in august. "don't forget to bring me souveniers, i want a cookbook of the finest recipes." i chuckled at his request and agreed to it.
"i'll buy you one, doc. . . dr. seokjin, perhaps... you do know about side effects after coma, right?" i asked.
"yes, but it seems like you're perfectly fine now. just continue to drink your meds and vitamin d foods to regulate your blood flow in your brain. so no need to worry when you get to france." i nod happily knowing i'm getting healthy again and that i don't have anything to worry about.
finishing our consultation, we hand shake as usual. i didn't know why, but i just did hug him. "you must miss me so you can come back for check ups again." he teased, hugging me in return. waving him goodbye i saw jisoo waiting outside of her car.
"jisoo? what brings you here?" i asked, approaching her.
"it seems like mr. jeon's quite impatient and moved your flight." my heart skipped a beat. and for a fleeting moment, i snap back to reality. i smiled but pressed my lips together, supressing it to not look that surprised and happy.
"why did he move it? when am i leaving? i haven't even prepared half of my stuff!"
"well pack up your things cause your flight's tomorrow at 10." she opened the door of the backseat, taking me home.
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the sun, moon and stars🌙 R.K
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