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@[w] han young Minseok was wondering around the place, and he kept his finger gliding on the wall beside him. Minseok was bored, and he no idea what to do. The patient landed in the living room, and he smirked when he saw someone that he has never seen before. Tilting his head to the side, Minseok walked over to the young and innocent looking male. "Hello there.." He said in soft and gentle voice. "I'm Minseok." Minseok said as he sat down next to the other male. "What's your name? I see that you're a worker here..I've never seen you before."

@[w] im jinah He sighed in relief rather loudly once she said good bye, words he thought were like a heaven sent gift to him, brushing off her words like dust on his shoulders. While he noticed her from the corner of his eye, and shrugged it off before he sat back on the sofa and open the book to the middle of the booklet. As he tilted his head back and placed the book atop his eyes to block out the sunlight and give him darkness; while his own eyes shut closed.

Finally, was all he could think.

Finally he could relax. And so he did, as he took a nap, knowing he'd have another session in another hour; and the female ruined the first twenty minutes of his precious time. But he knew he'd run into her annoyance once again, maybe twice while they stay in this asylum. He huffed in annoyance, just great he thought. Blocking out all thoughts to allow his eyes to finally relax, and let his eyes and body fall into a small cat nap.

@[w] im jinah His eyebrow rose as she began to push his chest, reminding him of a small child as he cleared his throat and chuckled a bit. He knew he shouldn't be treating women like this, but oh well his manners ended once he walked in this asylum. Breathing out in annoyance as she spoke until she ended her full out speech and such, he showed a bored look before he rose an eyebrow, "Done? Because your speech is pretty boring, go bark at another person who actually gives a damn for what you say." He pressed his lips together in a firm, thin line while his palms slipped inside his pockets as he stared at her for a moment before he spoke up.

"A therapist, is one to listen to the voice inside someones heart; and look at you right now. I am listening to your shouts, what your heart really wants to say. I don't sugar coat things, honey. I rather push things out of people, so if you don't like how I handle my business, turn the cheek. Like I said before, this isn't none of your business at all." He rolled his eyes, feeling rather bored of their conversation already, almost seeming as she continued ranting over the same thing in different, pretty words. Kris shifted his eyes a bit around, to see if he could entertain himself, but he caught the time on the clock as he looked down at her.

"If your going to call me a /bully/ like some little brat, go ahead. But I am a man, so learn some better words before you come talking to me." He voiced slightly calmer before he rose one eyebrow perfectly arched as he scoffed, "Look, you are seriously boring me, your little speech is nothing but bull. Okay, your just wasting your breath on me, I have my ways and you have your own; so deal with it and it up. Because unlike you, I have more patients whom still come to me for help, I have different methods. Why do you think I have a degree and am working here, you imbecile."

@[w] im jinah His face snapped to the right from the impact of the skin on skin contact, his eyes narrowed into deadly slits as he faced the female before him. His teeth clenched as he gave her an icy glare that his tone soon matched his eyes. "Look you little think-you-know-it-all, what I do is /my/ business, never did it call for you to come and weasel in. If you have so much time to in my life, try getting yourself a life or do your own work." He scoffed, rotating his jaw slightly as his fingers grazed over the slightly red, and hot cheek; it didn't hurt much just a small sting, but nothing worse. Taking a step closer, as he leaned down to her eye level as he spat out harshly.

"If they deserved to be treated as such humans, then explain why the hell they ended up in here? Half the dimwits here have family ashamed of them, or just load them here to get rid of them. Instead of wasting your breath on me, go talk to those people. I'm doing my job here, and it never said I had to be nice to anyone here.." He felt his anger boil in his veins while he locked his eyes on her, slowly he pulled back to stand up straight as he rolled his eyes at her.

An eyebrow rose at her last sentence, he laughed.

Oh, that's funny!

"If they drove themselves to suicide, it wouldn't be my fault. I didn't force them to pull a trigger and end their life. I give the truth how it is, and yes it is harsh, but they aren't little babies. Besides," he smirked a bit and looked at the female once over. "If you want to be Miss cutesy, go find another job as a kindergartener teacher. Not here."

@[w] im jinah Huffing slightly as he had closed the book he had recently bought, not even getting passed the third chapter as he closed it. Throwing it lightly on the coffee table before him, all books were sort of the same -predictable- and that bored him to death, what of that is true or happens in the real world? He rolled his eyes, before relaxing in the beige sofa, one leg crossed over the other as he finally closed his eyes. Hoping to have at least five minutes of relaxation.

But no. Oh no.

At the voice, and the heels clicking on the ground, he was about to open one eye when he felt it, a pillow of impact on his left shoulder. Making his eyes snap open to narrow his gaze on the female whom had a loud mouth to ruin his time of relaxation. Kris pursed his lips, working a tic in his jaw before he spoke up, "You done?" He asked in his usual apathetic tone, before he patted the pillow lightly and set it aside as he stood up from the sofa as his eyes slowly darkened. As he stood up, a head an a half taller then her, his eyes locked on her own as his voiced laced with annoyance.

"Who do I think I am? Well I am a therapist for a place that don't have humans quite right in their damn mind. Unlike you and every other person here, I don't sugar coat . I tell it how it is, why tell them lies that they will be accepted once they are better. Lies." He scoffed before throwing the second pillow she had threw to the ground in annoyance. "Besides this is how I do my sessions, if you don't like it, then turn another cheek and worry about your own dimwits." He rolled his eyes, while he crossed his arms before leaning to grab his book.

"So damn loud and annoying," he muttered loud enough for her to hear, not caring if she did.

@[w] lee jieun A huge wave of nerves washed over Yixing as soon as he had gotten up. He had remembered the fact that he was to meet his partner today. Okay, he hadn't exactly just remembered, but it had been on his mind the entire night. He could barely sleep in fact, and he had felt the strong urge to just sit up and do something to distract himself. Though he decided against it since he knew that if he got up, he definitely wouldn't be getting back into bed any time soon. So he had simply forced himself to stay in bed, his eyes shut close as he took slow breaths. His mind had still been racing with thoughts of meeting his partner tomorrow. He was thinking the worst. Like what if his partner just hated his face, Yixing wouldn't blame them, he didn't think he was exactly good looking, or what if his partner found him annoying, it wouldn't be a first. Some people despised Yixing for his naturally kind nature and the way he would always look on the bright side when around others. A small voice in him tried to say that everything would be okay, but it wasn't nearly loud enough to overpower the self conscious voices.

Managing to pull himself out of bed and get ready, Yixing threw together his appearance which was something he did quite often. He brushed through his hair a couple times, and pulled on his outfit, not giving much thought to whether it looked good or not, as soon as he did he knew he would end up changing because he would naturally think it looked horrible. Yixing just figured it looked decent, after all, he wasn't here to try and impress anyone with his appearance. He was here to help the poor souls thrown into this asylum, to make their lives a little better each day. After pulling himself together, Yixing cleaned his room quickly. Although no one ever went in there besides him, he still kept it clean with the vague thought that one day someone would.

Trailing into the kitchen, Yixing opened the fridge, looking through the contents to try and find something quick to throw together. He didn't exactly have the time to cook, or more like he wasn't in the mood to do so. He quickly fixed a bowl of cereal and ate it before heading into the living room. Upon entering he immediately spotted the both familiar and new face. He had seen the girl around before, and knew of her name, but he wasn't exactly familiar with her. He pulled on a kind smile as he stepped towards her, giving a light bow of the head. "Hi, I'm Yixing. You're jieun, right?" He introduced himself, his voice oddly cheery to be someone who had just woken up.