patient zero || sexhoon + yeonwoo
Yeonwoo stuffed his hands deep into his pockets, setting his jaw tightly as he stared down at the inscription on the door right in front of him. He knew he couldn’t stand here forever, knew it was time to go inside, and his overactive, hyper-conscious brain was counting the seconds past the exact agreed upon time. 282 seconds. 283 seconds. 284 seconds.
He really didn’t want to be here. The last thing he felt he needed to do was go see a shrink, but after what had happened with Stella the other night and breaking down hyperventilating while on a call with his sister/mom/dad/the entire worried family, he knew (at everyone’s behest) that he needed to do something. He was losing it and his brain being the way it was, didn’t help at all. He didn’t know how to slow down and process things, didn’t know how to explain himself to anyone who couldn’t read at the speed of light or understand the Callan-Symanzik equation.
But here he was, so he guessed he needed to try. It felt like he was giving up something important, something vital, the ability to stand by himself or call himself “okay.” Maybe he should take Stella’s advice sometimes and actually get a real night’s rest. But then… he shouldn’t think about Stella because then he would just think about how she’d sounded that morning, or how she looked, or how his stomach had shriveled up and died the night before or how chaotic everything became.
632 seconds. 633 seconds. 634 seconds.
He sighed and finally opened the door to the psychiatrist’s office, stepping inside slowly and nodding to the man behind the desk. “Hello..” he greeted. “My name is Gong Yeonwoo, I’m here for my… appointment?”
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