patient • chensung

1 • a version that you've created in your head

He was immune to the familiar comments about him. The harsh, judgmental ones about the nature he could never fix, nor use in any positive way. He grew up hearing the unsettling language and vocabulary which was fit, tailor-made even, for him and him alone. Although those words and nasty comments were nothing but truth- he knew that, of course, however it never did cease the pain inside of him. The bottled up feelings which he had not once let loose, simply the emotions which he could not handle overtook his conscience. It was always these thoughts that plunged him deeper into the 'disease', whether he was aware of it or not was irrelevant- each day was just getting harder, unbearable, and he did not know how much longer he could keep patient.

"S-Stop! You're mad! Crazy!" the trembling boy pleaded, cornered by the towering figure looming over him with a glass bottle in his clutches.

The paranoid smile which often took place on his face was fixed there once again, as the bottle raised higher, his teeth visible to the smaller being.

"I'm not crazy," he smirked, a singular eye twitching. "You've got it all wrong, kid," He continued, a menacing laugh escaping his bright lips which contrasted to his pale skin; the hand grasping the green bottle neared on ever breath, just about to reach the small boy and-

"Park Jisung!"

The tall boy dropped the glass bottle merely a hair-breadth distance away from the boy's body with a sharp intake before spinning on his heel; his eyes twitching at the sudden anger suffocating him.

"Get to the office, now!" The woman stood there shrieked. Her eyes did not match her voice however, the crack midway through the sentence was enough to let Jisung be aware of his power in the situation. His eyes darted to her hand, which appeared to be trembling, and then to her feet.

Legs together, feet turned inwards and constant unsettlement lingering in the uneven breaths she took rapidly.

'Another win' he thought to himself once finished examining the lady. He was yet to find a person who was not uncomfortable or afraid standing within a fifteen metre range of his surroundings.

But he knew it would not happen anytime soon. Everyone feared him. It simply boosted the inner dominance.

Despite being aware of his power, the boy threw an evil grin at the kid behind him, formed a quick he gesture with his hand- index finger and thumb out, the rest tucked tightly into his palm- and flashed his eyes to his back pocket before pulling the dress shirt he was wearing, down. The chocolate brown orbs, their sparkle lost years and years ago, dimmed as he proceeded to the direction of the school office.

And he completely passed the door.

Why wouldn't he? The exit was a mere foot away and it had just tempted him, tempted him like many other things had done in his previous years of living. They never turned out well, which he'd now known.

But did he care?
Obviously not.

The chilling air whipped against Jisung's skin as he left the notorious building for the fourth time this week alone. It never really bothered him, the cold, practically the opposite- it was the one thing that had always comforted him.

It was like him. Nobody really appreciated the cold in the winter, it was just unwanted most of the time similar to Jisung himself which is why he learnt embraced the change in weather.

But nobody had learnt to embrace him.

•••••

The familiar beeping noises of machinery and equipment echoed around the building. It was not empty, however. The place was full of jostling people willing to get treatment from one doctor to another, a few smiled here and there and 'thank you's and 'sorry's.

That was the luxury of the place. Only a few were upstairs, in the white rooms filled with endless items which were rarely spoken of.

Luckily rarely needed.

"When was your last panic attack?"

Inside one of the rooms in the busy wings, a certain blonde was seated, pen in hand with a young girl on the treatment bed in front of him.

"It was just a few hours ago, at school." The girl whispered, voice trembling.

Chenle had dealt with people like this, anxious and depressed patients. This girl was no exception; it clearly was a difficult job, however with a few changed of lifestyle and the willingness of the person, one could be switched in an instant.

It was never easy done though.

"And may I ask why?" He prodded, attempting to pull symptoms or answers out of the girl.

She nodded hesitantly, "It was during my dance class, I simply couldn't get my head around the beats and my teacher wasn't helping- I felt everyone laughing at me and mocking me and- It just-" She broke off, shaking.

Chenle sighed. Of course. She was a young girl, it couldn't be anything too horrible. These things were common nowadays, sadly.

"From what I can understand from everything so far, is that you are extremely insecure. You find it difficult to trust people and overthink things but that's completely okay, and I understand that. What you need to understand is that you need time, and not to push things. Insecurity is a difficult thing to overcome and if you aren't willing to help it, the least you can do is change what you are insecure about. With time."

He handed her a glass of water to relieve the tension.

"Thank you, Doctor," She smiled, hopping off the bed and shaking his hand.

After his appointments had come to an end, the young teen boy pulled his coat on and left his room.

"Where are you off to?" His co-worker asked, looking up from the computer present.

"Just a small walk, want to join?" He asked politely, but really he wished to walk alone to get his mind off things. 

"I'll stay, I haven't completed my work yet so I'll see you when I get back."

Chenle smiled, content and headed out.