"Well, if I had the freedom to choose, we wouldn't even be having this conversation, Dr. Lee." Han Jisung thrives in it, in the way hands reach for him like he's something worth touching. But what would they say if they knew? Would they still whisper his name like a prayer, still dream of having a piece of him? Or would they finally see him for what he is? Not a god. Not an idol. Not untouchable. Just a boy. And boys get sent to therapy. in short: seemingly freaky, cocky and privileged jisung meets his match, Minho - his assigned psychiatrist

Minho had his eyes glued to the floor. Probably for the best, really, as otherwise he wouldn't have been able to look anywhere else except at him. No one else seemed able to look away from him, either. He was angelic, something biblical, the sort of innocent beauty that made you think the world had been written for him, rather than the other way round. Until he spoke; that's when people tended to realise that in fact, the world had not been written for Han Jisung. He had been written for the world - more specifically, to ruin it. "You idiots should know better than to play with your food." Jisung hadn't even stopped moving, just called the question over his shoulder. He knew everyone would be listening. "You can 'educate' the new freak later." ೃ ✦ ✧ ∗ ❥ ҉] psycho han jisung / stoner lee know / no but they're both a bit insane ೃ ✦ ✧ ∗ ❥ ҉] 18+ themes baby stays avert your eyes :)