WEAK SPOT [YEONBIN]

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Yeonjun didn't want to change, honestly.

He was content with Charles... or was it, Charlie? I don't know. Some white man name with a C... and is not so happy with his current situation.

Charlie decided to move business elsewhere, the city. Yeonjun now needed to find someone else, and today is the day he decides to visit that shit therapist to be placed with another Charles... or Chris?

Long story short. Yeonjun was not pleased by any means...

I should be at school, finding Soobin. Not talk to this sad woman who doesn't even know how to help herself.

He walks now, down a busy street, he'll manage with a doctor's note, so he decides to go early, around 1:30 pm. Yeonjun also didn't want to miss History because Soobin is in that class.

He's dying to see the boy after what occurred between them last night.

Soobin, of course, flipped out... just a bit.

He left Yeonjun's immediately after, unable to look him in the eyes. He kept repeating 'sorry,' over and over again.

Yeonjun kind of liked it.

You do this to me, and you should be sorry. But where are you? Yeonjun walks down the street, sunglasses on, wearing an unbuttoned blue dress shirt and black jeans. Where are you?

He'll surely be in History, Yeonjun thinks, he better be there. Yeonjun walks up to a building, the biggest one on the block. He takes off his glasses and quickly checks his reflection in them.

His lips stretch into a slow smirk, satisfied. At least I can have some fun. Yeonjun puts the glasses to hang from his shirt pocket as he walks up to the large wooden door. Yeonjun rings the bell; after a few seconds, he hears the faint whirr of technology as the door opens on its own.

He slips into the "homie" yet elegant entrance. Dark red carpet, various books on wooden shelves around the waiting room and the receptionist desk, a tan older woman, wrinkly hands and spectacles sit there, staring at Yeonjun, wearing office attire. She recognizes him immediately.

Yeonjun flashes a charming smile.

"Yeonjun! Back so soon? What happened to Doctor Ming?" She exclaims, no longer scribbling on the files of papers before her.

Yeonjun chuckles, walking up to the desk. "Nah, this time, I'm changing, but it's not my fault. He's moving to the city; I guess I'm not interesting enough for him anymore." He jokes. The woman laughs, eyes turning into crescents.

"Well, how may I help you, Dear?"

Yeonjun leans forward a bit on the desk. "Charlie made an appointment for me with Dr. Christi..."

"One second." She turns to her computer, opening it up and immediately typing, "Dr. Mali Christi... yes." Her eyes look up at Yeonjun, giving him a look. "She asks about you. Do you know that?"

Yeonjun smirks, "She still the main in the town?"

The older woman sighs, nodding.

"She asks about anyone else?"

"No, just you." 

Yeonjun looks away, biting his lip. "So, I'll just wait over there?"

The woman smiles, "No, no, she requested that you go straight to her office." Yeonjun snorts, "Fine by me..." he mumbles, the short woman gets off her high chair to lead the way, although it's not necessary.