Iseul has never been fond of therapists.
To be fair, he’s never really fond of people, except when crowds are useful for blending in and covering his tracks. Finding himself occupying an unused chair by the corner of the room in the midst of a group therapy is something Kwon Iseul will never do… well, except that exceptions are made to satiate his curiosity.
His fingers drum on his arms where his cheek rest, head lay down, as silently as he can; boredom as a mask to anxious or impatient ticks he’s been practising to completely wipe off. Being silent is not an issue to a GHOST , certainly not to one who’s been used to the comfort of being dead enough to use the VEIL as a cloak and being alive enough to escape the souls attempting to attach themselves to him.
By memory, the boy is aware that his friend attends these therapies that never worked on Iseul nor Iseul wanted to work and that by extension, Iseul is more than welcome to attend this event himself. Well, as close as “attending” as Iseul defines… if it counts that Iseul is NOT PRESENT in the mortal plane but still resides on an unused chair reserved for one physical somebody. Silent and HIDDEN are things that Iseul finds comfort in being a Ghost as voices float above his head, eyes emptily gazing through every person until it lands on Hyeon Eunbyul.
Hyeon Eunbyul, who is sitting still and looking pretty five seconds ago.
Hyeon Eunbyul, who is holding a chair and looking murderous now.
Hyeon Eunbyul, who Iseul definitely has his eyes on now, alert and awake as his head raises in alarm. Quick assessment jumps to impulsive reflex; his transparent arm reaches through a very fragile vase hastily, SOLIDIFYING HIMSELF as he swipes the thing off the pedestal—— CRASH !! —— as Iseul calmly lays his cheek against his arm again with an attempt to look bored rather than cautious before the group catches on.
˚❛ Finished ? ❜˚ Iseul’s soft, disinterested tone cuts through the gasp and surprises from the cracked glass shards on the floor, though his tense shoulders say otherwise. The darkness of the greyness in his optics tell let’s go, let’s go, let’s go as he remains seated on his chair, passing the decision to Eunbyul’s judgement.
▬▬▬▬ ＆； @djinnbyul ， plotted sc.
He didn’t care for being here. Didn’t care for sitting down and talking about himself to a bunch of people he didn’t know. He didn’t care for therapy, and yet here he was. Prompt and punctual, ready to listen and speak about his week with the others in the group.
Though he didn’t enjoy the weekly sessions, this one wasn’t too bad. Eunbyul had someone special tag along with him. Although his plus one never really participated in the group’s activities, his presence was comfort enough to Eunbyul. Even if the other wasn’t exactly present, it didn’t stop Eunbyul’s eyes from shifting to the lone chair in the corner of the room every once in a while. Mind drifting from focusing on the troubles of his fellow attendees to thoughts about what Iseul could be thinking of.
Was he looking out the window?
“Did he like the weather today?”
“Maybe we could grab something to eat together?”
How badly did he want to go home at this point...?
“Maybe he didn’t want to come along after all...”
Eunbyul’s curious smile morphed into a nervous expression, fearing that his companion would rather be anywhere but here with him, catching the eye of the group therapist. Great. Now it was his turn to speak.
He had joined group therapy on a whim. He knew his emotions were turbulent and hard to control, but the trouble came when they would erupt into anger, wrath, vexation... His ill-temper caused those around him to pull away in fear momentarily. It was toxic, and he had grown exhausted of receiving horrified stares from his friends. So he took action into his own hands and signed himself up for anger management, counseling, therapy, whatever you want to call it.
His share had been going just fine, he’s gotten the hang of speaking to a group about his troubles. He was feeling a little proud of himself for it too. Maybe Iseul would be impressed by how composed he’s been?
It only took a second. One sentence to completely and utterly abolish the calm demeanor he had on display. Eunbyul lost all control of his rage, fully unleashed. His body sprung up suddenly, arms automatically reaching for the empty chair that sat next to his own and swung it behind his head, ready to heave it at the therapist for even beginning to start talking on the subject of Iseul or his role in Eunbyul’s life.
Boiling blood pounded through his veins and the djinn was ready to unleash the beast, but halted at the sudden and terrifying sound of shattering glass hitting the hard floor. His focus came to and his neck snapped in the direction of the glass. Catching Iseul’s slate colored eyes, hearing his voice, sends an immediate wave of calm running through Eunbyul’s body. The explosive heat of earlier now washed away.
Realizing now the current situation, the djinn pauses and slowly brings the chair down from his iron grip, a few people flinch nervously. His knuckles white like marble, he looks down at the floor and clears his throat before looking at the cast of nervous faces.
“I, um,” looking towards Iseul once again before he returns his attention towards the startled group and even more alarmed therapist, “I’ve finished my share for today.” He parts slowly from the group, nodding his head a few times to say his farewells. Eunbyul’s eyes move towards Iseul once again, cocking his head in the direction of the door and speaking softly, voice tainted with embarrassment, “Let’s get going...”
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