UNTHERAPY || KTH ☠︎

⁰⁵⁹ | kimchi

I couldn't get up for a long time and he didn't seem bothered as he got back to clearing his desk and unplugging the many wires.

"My words are enough to break your legs? Why won't you stand up?" He chuckled without looking at me.

I clung the papers to my chest and simply stared at his back. He turned to look at me when I responded only with silence.

"Want me to give you a hand?"

What a gentleman.

"You ask consent for this?" I asked, tone laced with skepticism.

"I thought you'd want some time to wipe the lust out of your eyes." He leaned on his palm that rested on the desk next to him and smirked at me triumphantly.

I looked down quickly as blush stained my cheeks yet again and I coughed. "You must be speaking to the mirror." I said softly.

A low laugh escaped his plush kissable lips.

"Hm.. that's a theory."

"Why would you nullify this?" I showed him the papers that said our contract was over.

"Oh." He didn't respond as he turned and pulled the blinds over the window and shrugged himself into his black blazer.

I crossed my legs and resumed my posture.

"I won't move from here until you answer my questions." I crossed my arms over my chest stubbornly too and bit my bottom lip as I glared at him.

He was silent as he turned off his laptop and then looked at me. "Oh, my. What a threat. I'm weak in my knees." He gasped dramatically and wobbled a little to mock me and then straightened up. "Not."

I didn't budge, so he exhaled and walked to me. I looked up and the moment his feet were right in front of me, I created a barrier between us with my papers.

"Sure, cuz that will protect you from me." He bent down and slid his arms under my knees and back and heaved me off the floor. My eyes flew open and I gulped audibly.

"Aish! Put me back down."

"Open the door."

"Tch! Put me down!"

"I said open the door." He said through gritted teeth and I complied as I twisted the knob.

He stomped off to the waiting lobby and set me down on the couch. "Don't you dare come in, otherwise this time.." he leaned into my face, "I won't show mercy."

Nobody asked you to.

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I walked down the street and looked at the stalls of takoyaki. My mouth began watering, I wondered if I should use IU's credit card. But, then again.. my conscience didn't allow me to use it for anything aside from the therapy that I was never gonna get again. Most probably.

It was more like, Untherapy.

Because, I did feel improvement in my anxiety if I wasn't lying. But then, my mind was buzzing with the images of handsome Dr. Kim Taehyung. I needed therapy to get myself cured of the anxiety and nerves I got each time I was around him.