I open up the door to my bedroom I am immediately met with the familiar smell of lavender incense. In ecstasy, I feel so happy and exhausted that I don't bother getting undressed. With my shoes still tied on my small feet and my work clothes still on my body, I fall into the covers with a sigh of relief. It feels so good lying here.

On the bed table besides me, my phone rings again, the ringing shrill to my tired body. I know it isn't momma, but instead is the patients calling up for appointments. On weekends I practise in my own house in my chamber room. That's a plus of having your own home.

Ignoring the call, deciding it's best to wait for a voicemail, I stumble into the kitchen. After an abrupt awakening, I need some melatonin to help me fall asleep quickly. I have important business to do in the morning. After passing a lighted fragrant candle, I stumble towards the medicine cabinet and pull out the tablets. 

Suddenly, an odd feeling tingles through my bones. Something's off. Wait a second... I live alone and my house was closed while I was gone. I have the keys with me I don't leave a duplicate pair with anyone. But how'd the candles get lit?

Who the fuck broke into my house and lit up the candles!? Wait, holy shit! I don't own any candles, only incense! 

I quickly bolt to my room, my heart thumping out of my chest, and I pull out the pistol I'd stored in my closet. Shaking, I proceed to search and see if anyone is still hiding in my house. 

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit," I mutter, praying for my safety. My breath increasing, the floor squeaking underneath me, I walk into my first room- the library.

Luckily, there was nothing except untidy and books lying here and there. That was on me. Thank God. Walking down the hall, a sudden noise causes me to stop. Clutching my pistol tightly, I wander through all the rooms, my ears tuned and my eyes focused. Nothing meets the eye. Nothing.

After double-checking every room, I carefully close all the doors and decide to go back to sleep. It's not worth calling the cops for a lit candle that you've forgotten you'd touched. At least, that's what I think I did.

Hopefully.

...

6 AM, the clock flashes, and after hours of typing, I'm finally done with my files. After sleeping a brief time and being too frightened to fall back in bed, I'd gotten a head start on my administration paperwork. I've been multitasking with admin for a year or two. 

I've been promoted to the senior MD Psychiatrist post recently, and that's a big honor for me. However, I need to adjust my sleeping schedule accordingly. I feel guilty about my bad habits and such. Ever since my childhood, sleep has been my first priority. Because who says no to sleep?

Getting up from my chair and walking to my closet, I slip on my sky blue suit and blue stilettos. Turning in the long mirror behind my door, I admire the way it suits my curvy body, and then I head to the kitchen. Pulling out a newspaper, and yes, I do read the paper version, I proceed to drink my coffee while devouring the news.

(Taemi's Outfit Below)

After packing lunch, it's work time for me. Another busy day and a lot of new stories to hear and solve from patients. They fly by like cars, one after the other, nonstop.

Kim Taehyung, my 22nd patient for the day, decides to stop by. Taehyung, a boy of 25 with silver hair and a charming face, walks inside my chamber with a large grin. All the heads in the room turn towards him, devouring his sharp features. Here, he was like a celebrity. Handsome, cute, and hot as hell, how can he not be so popular?