"kanemoto yoshinori." the assistant from the room tagged as anxiety called in the man. the man stood upright, trembling a bit, and for one second he glanced at the man with the bag and in another second he was in the room. the door closed. pang!
asahi took a second to dissolve this down. the man's face, what happened, what is he going to do next was the parts he broke for the next minutes. to understand.
starting with the first man's face was a beauty. utterly innocent baby face with sparkly eyes. the ears pierced with piercings. circle. and the hair, the best of all, brown. asahi was surprised that how in fractions of a second he was able to perceive this all. what happened was that the assistant shouted the boy's name at the same moment asahi came out of the room and because of the simultaneous creak of the door the other man was not able to realise what just happened. what is asahi going to do next was an interesting question.
all he had to do was to kill his time by sitting and waiting for the assistant, rose, to come and tell him when the next appointment was. he wasn't sure why the shrink didn't take the help of mobile. all he had to do was to send the date and time. odd shrink in himself.
now he has to wait. he was again mesmerised by the beautiful pictures hanging by the wall. or maybe he could go explore more photos till he waits for the shrink. he did that - he started walking straight and he saw many people sitting - mostly teenagers. what has happened to these generation kids? why do they find themselves in these mental illnesses when they should be the children who should have fun in their lives. weird. he thought, about his own, he had no foggiest idea about why is he depressed.
anyway, the way that he lead resulted in some mysterious paintings.
(timeskip)
he returned back after having a quick glance at the pictures. the house was a sort of museum, more like a private hospital with a bunch of doctors in one house. he sat back where he was sitting before and now the people were lesser than before. peace. the door to dr. hyunsuk was still closed, definition he hadn't decided the time yet. even the patient named, yoshinori, hadn't come out of the room. another long wait. suddenly, the room door opened and out came yoshinori. their eyes met. he had two forms in his hand. wait - and before asahi could contemplate; rose announced,
"asahi and yoshi to come on next saturday. four pm sharp." the door opened in a jiffy and then it was closed again. guess the guy before him had both anxiety and depression. it was not bad, though, as asahi thought. he could meet him again. oh, lust stop. the man hasty movements to the door was followed by asahi.
it was evening by the time all the checkups were done. nearly six-thirty. the crows and other birds were forming a "v" structure while they were returning home making a pleasant sound. only for them though, humans thought they were nothing less than simply noises. the shops were now opened fully, people now mobilising. most were concealed under the enormous, warm mufflers dangling around their necks. the gloves with the beanies covering the ears were playing a prominent part in revealing that winter was almost there. it was chilly, the road was full of indistinct chatters, noises. kids were running one after another trying to distract the mothers to come after them so that they can go home!
asahi unknowingly was going the same way the man he rose with was going. something was so weird today. what kind of people, the situation did he find himself in? - weird, was a prime word. go home, eat and sleep was what he thought. perhaps, he would not be able to do so. they crossed the bus stop. halting and moving, as the bus stopped simultaneously making the crowd go in and come out of the bus. time taking. yoshinori was not even aware that all the time since he came off that place, which he thought was sort of therapeutic centre, he was followed by the person he was glancing at. contemplating that was he behaving well before him in the attempt to not disappoint him and stressing upon why was the man suddenly did not give him the attention he wanted. yes, the man yoshi wanted attention from was asahi.
they were now on the track to the cosy looking milk shop. it was the only shop outside the library for people to relax and study there for hours. asahi already knew about the shop because his friends, jeongwoo and junghwan, worked there as barista-s. sort of. they were his juniors in school but they were now in less contact. the brunette, lethargically, looking here and there shortly pushed the door with the handle. then, he was again trembling as he was all along the way. it was cold. this was the moment of panic!
what if the follower gets caught? the thoughts let to other loose strings, different, equally disgusting and he knew he could nothing. what if he asks his friend to meet him or perhaps, sit not facing the man? he kept vacillating around his thoughts. as he was thinking about what was next he had the arm on his neck.
-jaehyuk. his buddy was looking at him as he looked back at him in utter astonishment. the lips were permanently changed into an "o".
"hey. long time no see?" the voice was having a bit of difficulty in speaking the sentence clearly but finally he was there. it contained a bit of sadness.
"how are you?" was all asahi could say. he didn't want to talk more than that and answer his question. his nowadays habit said, don't answer any questions related to your past. just answer how were you and tackle the other questions you wove in your mind other than the questions about your past.
"doing alright. what about you, going in?" there was a pause, then he pushed the door open for both and they went in. asahi continued as the bell chimed, the extra the duo thought whilst having thoughts that they would know who was coming in, trying his best not to show his face that included closing the door which was already closed.
"quite well nowadays." he didn't speak much. he knew how well known and precious their bond was when they were in school. they were so talkative, they partied, danced and did everything literal friends could. alas, if only that party hadn't taken place.
jaehyuk grabbed the seat near the window whilst asahi's eyes spotted the victim. he made sure to not face him and the conversation continued after the heavy discussion on what to take for the drink. jaehyuk was on the counter ordering.
the sudden thought of stalking came to asahi making him uncomfortable and guilty. he trailed the man he was attached to for the visuals and without thinking more he sort of stalked him? what kind of action was he doing right now? stalking? his thought bubbles connected more such thoughts, he was under profound stress, when the bubble burst at the sound of the tray carrying their drinks got slammed on the table recklessly.
a/n : i am wheezing hard but it's currently 9:30 a.m. in my country and i am so happy that i was able to successfully write a chapter and give it to you on time. thank you for the support :). also, updates are mentioned in the description.
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