"So Miss Yi, how are you feeling?"

Could this be going any worse? YeongMi knew that Ms. Ahn was the counselor, but really, that was really what she decided was the best thing to ask? How the hell did she think YeongMi was feeling, happy? Then why the fuck would she be attending the required solo sessions?

"Simply fabulous, ma'am. I feel on top of the world, only less breathing problems, and shittier wifi."

Miss Ahn was young; she looked too young to already have her degree, even. She was known as a kind, lovely lady, but YeongMi had always been suspicious of the nice ones. They were too... nice. Like they were hiding something, compensating, even deceiving people to get what they wanted.

YeongMi didn't trust her one bit. Which would be a major problem, because she was already very unlikely to speak about her feelings, and if she didn't trust her counselor, then she wasn't going to speak truthfully. So, really, these sessions were worthless. Unfortunately, YeongMi seemed to be the only one to think so. She blamed it on the faulty logic of the school, and it's misdirected values.

"Why don't we try - "

"Why don't we stop wasting time? You don't want to be here with me, and I definitely don't want to be here with you, so let's just call it a night and part ways."

"You're wrong, I do want to be with you." What a liar.

"Oh? Then ask me on a date, at least then we might have some decent conversation."

Miss Ahn almost blushed. "I'm here to help. Perhaps, we could start with some breathing exercises. I know you get angry a lot, and it would be good for you to control that rage. I can show you how to do that."

"I do control it," with her fists, yeah. "I'm not interested."

"Why don't you try it out, and then decide."

YeongMi perfectly mimicked Miss Ahn; she had been through counseling as a child. She already knew the exercises, hence how she knew that they didn't work, not for her. She wasn't interested in controlling her anger, so nothing would work for her.

"Have you done this before?"

"Does it feel like I cheated on you, since you're not my first? Are you disappointed? But, this makes me more experienced, so isn't that something.... more exciting?"

"There! That's good, that tells me more about you."

That she was experienced? She was joking. What the fuck was Miss Ahn thinking? Was it because YeongMi had suggested a date, and now her mind was in a strange place?

"What are you writing down?" YeongMi craned her neck, trying to see if she could make anything out on the notepad that Miss Ahn was scribbling in.

"I'm not supposed to tell you," Miss Ahn gave YeongMi a secretive grin, "but, since you asked so nicely, I might tell you a little something."

YeongMi raised her eyebrows, leaning back, waiting impatiently for whatever it was.

"You tend to say things that could be seen as.... inappropriate," really? That's the big secret? Jesus, YeongMi could become a counselor if this was the extent of their knowledge.

"Wow, I had no idea. Thank you so much, I'll have to watch out for that. It's gotten me in sticky situations before, maybe now I can avoid them!" 

"There it is again. Do you know what this tells me?"

"That I might be an nymphomaniac?"

Miss Ahn almost laughed. "Not quite. What it does tell me is that you probably only know of affection in the physical aspect, and you have issues with the emotional depth of true romance." 

YeongMi sat in silence for a moment before walking out of the room.

She didn't need people telling her stuff she already knew. This was all a big waste of time. This school, this life, everything. She was tired of it. She was done with it.