yellow // yang jeongin ✔️

chapter one

someone like you

your eyes dart around the waiting room, nearly bursting into laughter at the cheesy posters that decorated the room. you couldn't fathom how they could be helpful to anyone like you, as if you hadn't been told the same thing countless times by people who truly had no idea.

"sir— sir please-"

"i told you i'm leaving. i'm not doing this anymore."

you look over to the commotion, a doctor pleading with a patient who angrily walked away from them. this was a common occurrence here, only, you'd never seen this particular man.

"we're only here to help! we want to listen-"

"no, you won't listen unless i give you half of my earnings. i'm done."

you couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle. he was right. therapy costed a pretty penny, and truth be told, you weren't even convinced it was worth it. but you instantly closed your lips when his eyes met yours, his glare softening slightly. but just like that, he was gone. the staff looking around the room with worried expressions.

you drop your gaze to the floor, just waiting for your name to be called.

"excuse me?" one of the staff members makes their way up to you. "the doctor is going to have to cancel your session today."

"what?" you furrow your brows.

"i'm sure you saw that little show— anyway, he has a mountain of paperwork now. but he will see you same time next week." she explains, feigning a sweet tone.

"do i at least get my money back for the week?" the words from the man earlier ringing in your head.

"no. the contract you signed has a strict no refund rule." she calmly explains. you couldn't help but scoff, giving the woman a dirty look as you stand up, making your way out of the office.

you were greeted by the cool air of the night, the light from the inside of the office creating a soft yellow glow along the sidewalk. the bench for the bus was lit with bright white street lights, and a couple of people leaning around, waiting for the bus. and you were about to join them, until...

"quick session." the voice of the man who essentially caused your session to be cancelled fills your ears. you scoff as you turn, seeing him leaned against the side of the building, joint between his fingers.

"it was cancelled." you tell him matter-of-factly.

"guessing that's my doing?" he questions. you only nod, turning your head back towards the bus stop. "let me make it up to you." you let out another scoff, not bothering to look back over to him. "here." you jump, his voice suddenly right next to your ear. he smiled as he held the joint out for you.

"no thanks. and you're an idiot for smoking that right next to the street." you tell him.

"well, that's why i was over there in the alley." he chuckles, tilting his head towards his original position. "come on, take a hit. this kind of therapy is free." he wiggles his brows. you roll your eyes, but you had to admit, you weren't expecting your session to be cancelled, and you were definitely on edge. a break in your usual routine was not something you handled very well.

so, with that in mind, you turn, walking past him, back to the alley he was originally hiding in. you hear him laugh softly as he follows you. you lean against the cool brick, watching as he makes his way back in front of you, taking a long drag from the joint before flipping it in your direction.

you take it between your fingers, breaking eye contact with him as he slowly blows out the smoke from his hit. you bring the joint to your lips, closing your eyes as you inhale the intoxicating smoke, taking a rather long drag.

"i see it's not your first time." he chuckles, watching you with an amused expression. you remove the joint from your lips, handing it back over to him as you allow the smoke to resonate in your mouth before you puff it out.

"not even close." you tell him. he nods understandingly, taking another puff for himself.

"so what are you in for?" he asks. you couldn't help but laugh at his choice of words, as if it were a prison, but truth be told, it wasn't far from it.

"parents died. my boyfriend insisted that i get therapy, just to have someone to talk to." you didn't care to tiptoe around your past, you figured if people couldn't handle it, they didn't need to be in your life. he didn't even flinch, nor make a fake sympathetic face. he only nodded.

"i take it your boyfriend's never been to therapy?" he asks.

"how'd you know?" you chuckle.

"anyone who's been to therapy doesn't recommend it to other people." he states, taking another hit before offering it to you once more.

"you'd be right about that one." you nod, taking the joint from him. "what about you? what are you in for?"

"would you believe me if i said recovering drug addict?" he cocks a brow.

"what were you on?" you ask.

"opioids." you nod at the response.

"you clean?"

"as long as you don't count this." he chuckles, taking the joint back from you.

"not at all." you shake your head.

"then yeah, i'm clean." you nod at the response, watching the smoke leave his lips. "same time next week?" he asks, dropping the joint and squashing it with his shoe. you were about to respond until your phone began to vibrate in your pocket.

"sorry, it's my boyfriend." you quickly apologize, moving to the side to accept the call.

he watched as you talked with your boyfriend on the phone, watching the way your tone dropped, and your shoulder slumped. but he didn't stick around to see much more, quickly disappearing down the alley before you ended the call.

but once you do, all prepared to respond to his earlier question, he was gone. you couldn't help but pout slightly. you hadn't gotten his name, or any way to contact him with. and judging by what you saw in the office, you could only assume he wouldn't be back around here any time soon.

but maybe luck would be on your side for once.