Nameless

Chapter 2 Wrong

Author notes: English is not my first language, so please forgive my mistakes and awkward writing. This is NOT for profit. I don't own them. AU (as in Alternate Universe) and maybe OOC (as in Out of Character).

Disclaimer: This work does not contain any kind of medical or mental health care advice. It's just this author bulshitting her way out of this story.

Author notes 2: Thanks to @SunnyAlSorna and @JJSin2020 for editing this. Thanks for your votes!

Author Notes 3: The song is Wrong by Depeche Mode

Chapter 2. Wrong

Mornings were never his favorite part of the day, but even for his low standards, this morning definitively sucked.

Everything started with his parents hiring new staff without letting him know in advance. They knew he hated unexpected events. Just as he hated to be touched by people unknown to him.

The part that really sent his morning to the toilet was that girl touching him without his consent. She was cleaning his desk and accidentally touched him.

As soon as he had felt her hand touching his skin, he knew he was in trouble. His haphephobia kicked in full force, he felt his heart rate go through the roof, he started sweating profusely, felling hot, and at the same time, he felt chills. His skin tingled. He was, for lack of better words, a fucking mess.

He ran as fast as he could from her. But just to add to his frustration, he reached a door that led to the backyard of his house and, stopped dead in his tracks. The threshold of the door could not be crossed –his agoraphobia prevented it.

He had always been like this: these paralyzing fears had kept him from leading a normal life.

When he was younger, his mother noticed he was a unique child that didn't like to be touched at all by strangers. Only she and his father could touch his skin. Not even his nannies were allowed.

He was born into a wealthy family so the pilgrimage to a long series of doctors started very early in his life. Being tested and prodded to no end left him hating those in the medical profession with a passion.

He had been thoroughly diagnosed by the age of seven. The only thing that they could never find out was the cause of his phobias. His panic attacks were legendary, so visits to parks or playgrounds were impossible.

School was simply unmanageable, so tutors were hired. His formal education was impeccable. He spoke seven languages, because he didn't have much to do with his time.

His true passion was astronomy. He loved to watch stars and constellations. His father had given him a state-of-the-art electronic telescope, which was set up on their roof and he could watch the stars in his computer.

However, he couldn't help feeling like a total failure. In theory, he had everything going for him. He had his youth, a prestigious family name, money, education and some people had said to him, he had the looks.

When he was a child, he used to think that maybe he was a mutant. Something had to be very wrong with him. Perhaps some bad genes, or a chemical reaction gone wrong. Conceivably, the universe just fucking hated him.

Back to reality he had to think fast, the panic attack growing inside him would paralyze him completely in minutes. He reached for his cellphone. He needed to call Seoungjoo, his case worker in the counseling center.

Seoungjoo was the only person that resembled a friendly figure in his life, considering he knew about all his strengths and weaknesses.

His psychiatrist, Dr. Lu suggested him to use phone counseling for urgent situations like this. His father bought him that cellphone just to call the center, because honestly, he didn't have anybody else to call and he never left his home.

He had the center's number on speed dial, knew Seoungjoo's extension number by heart. But once someone picked up everything went to shit... again.

That was definitely an unfamiliar voice.

"Counseling help, may I help you?" The stranger asked. He needed Seoungjoo... now. He knew how to center him back and calm his anxiety.

"..." He huffed. Why were the stars so wrongly placed at his birth?

"Can I help you?" The stranger insisted.

"Where is Seoungjoo?"He finally found his voice.

"Oh, he's on vacation. He will be back next week." A soothing but unknown voice answered.

"I don't have until next week" he replied, exasperated. This was ridiculous.

"I'm here to help you. Please, allow me" the guy insisted, somewhat pleading.

"Who are you?" He asked. He knew he was being rude, but he couldn't help it.

"Oh yes! I'm sorry. My name is Xiao Zhan" the guy with the soothing voice answered.

"Mn" he replied.

"Can you tell me your name?" This guy... Xiao Zhan asked him.

"Wang Yi Bo."