– 2 –

"Mr Kim? Dr Jeong is ready for your session. Please come in." A nurse called out for Namjoon as he was waiting for his therapist in the 'Hope World Clinic' lounge. Namjoon's hands were sweating out of nervousness, he rubbed his hands on his denim pants and got up to head into his therapist's room.

Dr Jeong Hoseok were written in bold and italics on the silver-coloured nameplate outside the door. Namjoon quietly knocked on the door and twisted the doorknob before getting in.

"Hello, Namjoon-ssi. Sorry for getting you scolded." Twenty-five year old Dr Jeong Hoseok said with a bright smile on his sunshine like face. A white doctor's coat over his yellow Drew hoodie. Namjoon blushed.

"It's okay, sir. I didn't get scolded much." Hoseok laughed while Namjoon forced out a smile.

Dr Jeong Hoseok had a very bright personality with sharp facial features. A cute pointy nose, big brown doe eyes, pink plump lips, sharp jawline and toned body overall, a perfect man. Namjoon probably had a secret little crush on him as he was so handsome and so perfect.

I can never be perfect like him. No wonder the ladies here are whipped for him.

"Please be seated and we'll start," Hoseok said softly, his lovely smile never leaving his plush lips which made Namjoon envy him.

He surely loves himself for what he is today unlike me.

"Namjoon-ssi, how have you been?" Hoseok asked as he sat in front of the nervous younger, a pen dancing on his fingers and a notepad on his lap.

"I've been..." He stared at Hoseok's dreamy eyes blankly.

He was walking down the empty college hallways like he always did to reach his classroom quickly. He was about to reach in time but his bullies had to block his way. He shockingly jumped a bit.

"What's wrong, nerd? Getting late for classes?" One said flicking Namjoon's forehead as he was trying to not make eye contact with any of the boys and a girl in front of his scared silhouette.

"Please let me go." He said quietly.

"Huh?! Whatcha say?!" Another guy said as he neared while the other giggled at the terrified boy.

"P-please let me g-go?" Poor Namjoon stuttered gripping his backpack strap which was slinging on his shoulder.

"P-p-please l-l-l-let m-m-m-me g-g-g-go." Another one mocked exaggerating Namjoon's terrified stuttering. "Tch. What a baby! OH WAIT! Aren't you the 'babyboy' of your pretty boyfriend who owns the cafe across the road? Damn! Does he have a good dick? He your sugar daddy?"

At this point, Namjoon's salty and hurtful tears were threatening to fall off his dragon eyes. He bit his lips to muffle his choked sobs. "Stop please." He breathed out.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Be a fucking man, you idiot!" The girl said kicking Namjoon's leg, making him fall on his knees.

"Ouh, aren't you my girl, eh?" The girl's boyfriend said as he pulled in the girl for a firm kiss which didn't quite faze anyone present there. The leader of the so-called bully gang moved his attention to Namjoon who was a crying mess.

"Like why are you so weak? Fight us if you think we are fucking annoying. Oh wait- you can't. You don't have a well-built body like us. You'll get squashed like an insect if you come and fight us. You're not even that handsome." Every single word were daggers to Namjoon's heart. The words were more painful than the kicks and punches he was receiving from the group. He wished he could've just disappeared.

"His boyfriend is very handsome though. A total daddy material! He maybe has a good dick too. He doesn't seem like he even has a dick." The girl spoke up. Everyone laughed before leaving an almost unconscious Namjoon laying there on the floor.

"...Good, doctor. Everything has been good." He smiled forcefully. Hoseok nodded and smiled back, sensing that the boy was lying right on his face. He was a psychiatrist, he could read people's faces like a finger snap. It was that easy for him.

"Are you sure? Seems like you're hiding something." Namjoon's eyes widen at the statement.

"Haha! No! Not at all! I-I've been good! I promise." Hoseok noted something in his notepad.

'Tries to hide his problems and feelings rather desperately.'