It had been several months since Taehyun departed from YG and separated from his group. Tabloids posted rumours upon rumours about all the reasons why, but in reality, it was only partially true. He was coping, his mental health was gradually improving but for the benefit of his sanity and for his friends and family he agreed to frequently visit a therapist, recommended to him by his lawyer. It was an early morning and he was in no way in the mood to sit across from his therapist and speak about the same patterns for what seems like forever. Sometimes he would enjoy it, he would need it but others times, quite like today he just wished he could paint or be elsewhere for the day considering it was his free day. He entered the clinic, dressed in skinny black jeans and a wine red shirt with an alternative rock band name tucked into the waist. Accompanied was a pair of worn, dark leather boots. His hair kept long, curly and half shielding his face so not to catch that much attention on his way, but Taehyun was left to himself since taking leave from the limelight. Surprisingly, it lessened more then he expected.
He climbed the stairs, trying not to make too much noise from his clunky shoes and entered the waiting room. His appointment was known by the staff, and so he just sat with a magazine and slouched half way down the chair. It was quiet, apart from a few strangers at the end of the corridor he didn’t bother with trying to get anyone's attention, so he kept to himself. He heard nothing but the tick of the clock, causing his shoe to shake as he rested his calf on the knee of his other leg and buried himself into the magazine to let time pass until he was called.