〈 therapy room

@[w] oh sehun Sungjong hated nothing more than being called “flawed”, it’s not that he thinks that he’s perfect, no that’s not the case at all, but that word coming from another person –especially guards or therapists- reminded him of how worthless he is, it made him feel like an old abandoned building that should be run down but the people are forced by the government to fix it, so they decide to cover the ruined bits up and pretend that they fixed it. And being in that hellhole asylum meant that guards enjoyed teasing the “flawed” ones, provoking them just so they can get the chance to punish them, or make them cry so they’d get sent to their therapists, but not before threatening them that if they mentioned them to the therapists they would get in more trouble.

He knew oh sehun, his therapist didn’t like him, and that he hated that he wasn’t cooperating or giving him any type of information for sehun to help him. But he was nothing but scared, he was scared of saying something that he shouldn’t, he didn’t want to admit that there was something wrong with him, well there was nothing wrong with him to start with, he was not hurting anyone but himself, how could that be so bad? And what is wrong about him not wanting anyone to get close to him? He just doesn’t like skinship. There is nothing wrong with him, that’s what he believed, he believed that he wasn’t crazy, no he knew that he wasn’t crazy, he was normal, just a normal boy who lets out his anger out on himself other than punching or hitting others, because they don’t deserve the pain. And if that was crazy, he doesn’t know what is wrong with the world.

Sungjong kept his eyes fixed on his knees trying to block sehun out not wanting to see his frustrated face, he sehun calling his name and he ignored it, but after sehun called his name again he glanced at him “sungjong if it’s not too much I’d like to get some stuff done today okay?” he heard the older say, he bit the inside of his lips to prevent himself from answering.

He blocked the other’s voice out after hearing him sigh, he didn’t want to hear anything that would hurt him, he caught a couple of words from what he said “I want to help you” “will you let me?” sungjong froze in his place, getting a flashback of his 9th grade biology teacher, he never mentioned this to anyone because it made him feel dirty.

“sungjong you are failing” the teacher said sitting on the table “how?! I got the best marks in class in the exams and I handed in the assignment days before it was due” he said in shock, “your assignment was worth 70% of your marks and you didn’t do a good one” the teacher said. Sungjong sighed thinking of all the hard work he have put into that assignment, and he also thought of how disappointed his parents are going to be when they find out, “is there anything I can do to get my marks up?” he asked, his teacher smirked and nodded as he told sungjong all the thing he has to do, by the time the teacher was done, sungjong’s face was on fire “n-no we can’t do that. I-I can’t do that” he said, “do you really want to fail?” the teacher said and leaned close to sungjong’s ear “I want to help you jonggie, you just have to let me” the teacher whispered huskily.

He shook his head to get rid of the flashback and got up, he needed to get out of here, he felt as if the walls were closing on him, he had to get out of here before he started panicking in front of sehun because that will prove that there is something wrong with him. He turned around and ran to the door trying to open it only to find it locked.

@[w] Kris He feigned a sad smile as if he really felt sorry for the other but he knew for better it'd only rise Kris's temper to another level. "That's sad to hear. Guess my blessing work... huh." Chanyeol whispered, leaning his head now completely against the coold surface of the glass table, peering at the other through his peripheral vision. This feels so nice. Chanyeol thought, pressing his palm flat against the desk.

He couldn't help but laugh softly, eyed narrowed and lips trembling to burst into a lunatic laughter. Everyone asks the same thing. Not that he could blame them. His obsession with fire itself is unusual and burning his own skin is another thing. His love for fire always amused others. He is proud of it not ashamed. He might be flawed but he didn't give a flying about it.

He tilted his head, now looking up at Kris, chin pressed hard against the desk, a brow raised higher. "You're curious, aren't you Wu?" Chanyeol trailed off, his dry lips in anticipation. Truth to be told he himself didn't know why. Before he knew him his admiration for fire turned into his biggest addiction.

"As a child.....I loved fireworks. They are so bright, lively, vibrant in colors and warm. They fascinated me. The hues of fire; blue, crimson, yellow or reddish orange... amuse me. As a child I love fireworks like everyone. I think it started due to stress? Indulging myself with happiness and.... more...I don't know. Its your work anyway.." Now he was frowning. He hates to think a lot. "If you're asked why you love something you eat.... what'll you say?"

@[f] park chanyeol Kris nearly threw the thermostat at the other, but he didn't instead he just took a sip not caring that his tongue got burned in the process. At least that awoke him a bit, "No I didn't miss you, just didn't get no sleep." He grumbled but he cleared his throat as he pursed his lips slightly as he set the thermostat aside to focus on the note pad before him and the open file as well. His elbow resting on the desk while his fingertips pressed on his temple slightly, "Let's see, how about you tell me what exactly do you feel when you see the fire? I mean I know you like it, but what made you find such passion for it?" He asked, deciding it was best to get the session over and do his own damn job.

But he knew the question was always pushed behind him, it is true, Kris was honestly curious on this as well.

So, why fire?

"You told me so much last time just for the lighter, is the lighter-- the fire, is it that important?" He asked, his ball point pen lightly twirling around in his fingers a bit while he hummed softly for a moment. Clicking the pen as he knew it might be annoying - but right now he didn't care at all.

@[w] Kris Chanyeol shifted his gaze solely on the other's not-so-pefect-morning-face, perching a brow higher in question, pressing his lips into a thin line; trying to hide the satisfied smile crawling at the back of his lips to break free. The cause of Wu's miserable state is still unknown to him but still he feels sort of happy. Kris resembled a zombie a little or whole may be. Ah! What a perfect morning for him. May be the morning is going to be good today.

He let out a snort, scrunching his face. Its not new for him. And he prefers it that way. You can say it makes him feel alive for some odd reason. "Dig a grave? Give me a peaceful death then, Wu, okay!" Chanyeol blurted out nonchalantly, beaming up at the other as if sun had just shone out of mouth, showing all gum and teeth. Their conversations never ends in peace without some snarky comments here and there, two of them on the edge to bite each other's heads off.

The thing is that as Kris said before people like digging into other's business and sadly, for Wu, Chanyeol is quite interested in giving Kris a headache through digging out nonsense stuff. "Hmnn... I had a.... interesting night. What about you? You look like a to be honest." The boy hummed out to himself, wriggling his brows at the other as he placed his elbow on the edge of the desk to support his chin, leaning in but not too close.

"Did you miss me last night Wu? Or did something 'bad' huh?"

@[f] park chanyeol That night he had very little sleep, since he had forgotten the damn files and ended in him once more going to his office to retrieve them. Staying up late to finish reading over them, writing a few notes in his note book while he submitted them to the administrator. And when he had looked at the clock it was already time for him to actually go for his first session with one of the newer patients, so his morning began just ing peachy keen. Like always.

Not.

Kris seemed to have a bit of a cranky attitude, worse then his usually manner since he was working on just one hour of sleep and coffee was what kept him awake. So he took a mug of coffee, more like a stainless steel thermostat for his coffee. Black, unsweetened; just how he liked it. It was a tad bit stronger, but he liked his coffee with more of a punch - something he had needed to get him through the first session that had started at eight on the dot. The time seemed to have went super slow, as if the minute hand would drag every time he glanced at the time; but soon he noticed his third session was coming.

Park Chanyeol - oh ing joy!

"Why did I even tell him to come," he grumbled as he took the thermostat, his third refill and sipped the steaming hot coffee a bit. Before he heard his door to the office unlock, and there his patient walked in with his usual expression - just the sight of Chanyeol, made Kris want to bite off the others head. Pursing his lips into a thin line, setting the mug down on the coaster as he breathed out under his breath before he leaned against the desk and stared at the other.

"How about I dig you a grave and shove you in there." He replied, before he grabbed his note book and opened through the pages until he found the section labeled "P. Chanyeol." he skimmed through it remembering the last time the spoke was about his parents, and why they'd control such blood.

"Did you have a good night's sleep?" He asked, not bothered to look up at the other as he took out Chanyeol's file.

@[w] Kris Chanyeol blinked in confusion why stupid Wu chose to use stairways like rather than elevator with shiny shiny metal doors screaming to be used. Not that cared and wanted to know anyway. He just followed the other, skipping happily two to three steps each, humming out a song he heard at home. From afar anyone would thought he was some happy fellow following the other like a puppy. Sadly that wasn't true, not gonna happen ever.

The boy slowed down in his tracks, watching his therapist searching for his room. Even without Kris searching for oy blindly he'd have found his room easily as he sort remembered the place very well, perks of being too bored. "Okay. I'll come tomorrow in time, Wu." Chanyeol answered back, holding onto the knob of his door. "have a not so good night, no Wu." With that the boy shut the door.

That night he barely slept cause he was busy maneuvering the small object in his hand. The lighter seem special since he could feel the characters craved on it meant something, not a brand's name. It was around dawn when the boy got his lazy off of the bed and started to get ready for the therapy session. He was sleepy but he promised to be present since Wu also gave him the lighter, that's the least he could do for the poor soul.

"You can go now, Chayeol." Like before the nurse informed him about his turn and like before that clock was giving him a headache. Sighing in relief, he went inside the room and saw Kris in his usual face. "Morning, Wu. Are you happy that I'm here...hmmn?" Walking slowly, he took a seat on the chair, crossing his legs as if he owns the place. "What you want to dig out today?"

@[f] park chanyeol Flashing the light directly into the others face as he finished locking up the office of his and made his way; pushing the other slightly as if the hallway was crowded. Kris kept the light before him, giving him view of what to see as he sighed in relief once he found some light up ahead. So turning off the application, Kris looked to catch a quick glimpse of the clock before he walked towards the stairways, taking them two at a time while he ignored the childish male behind him. Making his way towards the others assigned room, he had once been down the hallway, but only for another patient; not him.

His eyes skimmed through the door plates once they were in the correct hallway, and the correct floor. Kris had purposely took the stairs, one to annoy the other and also to see if the small exercise would keep him awake long enough until he reached his own room. As he read over each plaque that held their names inscribed in black, he soon found the first dorm on floor three.

Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongin - finally!

Turning to face the male with narrowed eyes, as he pointed a finger towards the younger, his eyebrows pinched together. "Now you better show up to your appointment, because if you don't I will find you and I will punish you gratefully. Even if your ten minutes late, show up." He huffed, as his eyes held no sense of playing around, he was all too serious as he looked at the other for a second longer before relaxing.

@[w] Kris "Yep. I locked him. I wouldn't have if he listened to me nicely." He answered as a matter of fact, wetting his dry lips in excitement. There's no time to think about some janitor, least, for him. He sigh pleasantly, taking in the faint smell of the fire, the image itself reflecting in his orbs.

The young boy puffed out his cheeks, shrugging his shoulders and shut the lighter off with the presses of his thumb against the small burner. Just when he was having the time of his life, Wu had to be an . "Hmpff... no need to be so grumpy, Wu. I'm moving. Tch... you're the one being a statue, standing there." Chanyeol spat out, taking long strides ahead, clutching onto the lighter tightly, thumb rubbing over the smooth surface.

He was inside his own happy bubble but that didn't mean he had forgotten about the other. He stopped after he had crossed a few inches without the light, thanks to Wu being a snail. Turning his head around, he glance back at Kris who was locking the door. "Ehhh... Why you're so slow, Wu? Hurry up. I wanna playyyyyyyyy." Chanyeol whined like a child, glaring at Kris as if it'd help him to get the older moving faster to his liking.

@[f] park chanyeol His eyebrow rose as he stared back at the other, honestly he shouldn't have been so surprised, he should've expected this. "You locked the janitor up?" Kris gave a small shake of his head, as his palms moved out his pockets to fold behind his head as he laced his fingers together there, as he stared at the male as he was reunited with the lighter. It really did show Kris just how much the other held a passion for the damn fire, rolling his eyes as he looked away.

This damn kid!

"Hurry out my office, and stop staring at the fire." He snapped, as he motioned with two fingers for the other to get out as he felt his eyes skim down the darkened hallways; he pursed his lips in annoyance. As he slipped out his smart phone, opening the flashlight application, allowing the led light to brighten up the hallway slightly enough for him to see better.

Bad thing is, Kris was almost close to night blindness. Although it never seemed like it to no one, only he knew. Shining the light down the hallway, as he leaned against the door frame as he awaited the annoying male to get out. Knowing as a worker here, he /had/ to the other to his room until he was safely in there. With a sigh he waited.

@[w] Kris "Not that I want to get closer to you, Wu. Our feelings are mutual!" idiot - he held back the last word since he didn't want to loose the previous lighter he had acquired through heavy circumstances. Better shut up than be sorry. He thought, shrugging off his shoulder in a manner to show he didn't give a flying about Kris's whatever lecture that involves asses. Seriously, why asses, wu? His eyes on their own moved to check Kris's all over again, grinning creepily.

"You barely have an , Wu. I least have a skinny . hmpfff... pretty boy with no , what a loss." The boy shook his head left to right in a slow motion, face scrunched up in regret. "You'd have made a nice model if you got some flesh up there cheeks, Wu." He mumbled but enough for Kris to hear as he walked past him, holding onto the lighter too happily. He was actually throwing a damn bloody part in his head. He didn't care about anything as long as the lighter was under his possession.

"C'mon, Wu. We gotta hurry back. We don't want others to find about /us/, do we?" Chanyeol mimicked an innocent girl's style, batting his lashes at the other. He flickered the lighter on, letting an 'awe' as the small flames burst out. In he dark, those flames are nothing but pretty. "Pretty." He breathed out, smiling softly at the beautiful sight. How much he missed it? For a long.

"Oh..by the way, you should get the janitor out of the locker on your way back. Shall we go now?"

@[f] park chanyeol He pressed his lips into a thin, firm line as he looked at the male before he rolled his eyes and shut the drawer, locking it back once more as he put the key in his pocket. Soon he'd hide it in another place once the other was out of sight, he rose one eyebrow at the male before he scoffed as he shook his head as he eyed the other. "You either want the lighter or not, stop asking stupid questions." He spoke in his usual apathetic tone as he bit his inner cheek although he sighed under his breath a bite.

"You said I'm just a therapist who gets paid to give two s, right?" He glanced at Chanyeol with a small smirk before he pushed himself from the wall he had found himself leaning on while he round the desk, brushing the invisible dust off the computer before he continued his own sentence he had started, "You said so yourself, we're not close, never will be. So I don't have to tell you ," he hummed as he slipped his hands in his pajama pant pockets as he glanced at the wall clock and furrowed his eyebrows a bit as he looked at the other.

"Come on, I'll you to your room." He voiced, not really giving the other much of a choice to say yes or not, since he gave the male a hard look; as if testing the male to rebel right now. "Once you're in your room, you can do whatever the you want. Since I don't have to give a rats about you, gives me less a worry; so it means I can sleep better at night." He yawned, as he ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair and opened the door to the office.

"Come on, hurry your skinny up." He nearly barked out to the male.

@[w] Kris His brown orbs stared at the frustrated Kris Yifan in front of him which undoubtedly offered him some ease. His mouth curved up into a crooked smile, head tilted to side. "So you're saying... I'd sneak into your room? Never thought you miss me that much." The boy snort, lowering his eyes to the lighter he was holding only to mourn in grieve internally. He did unbelievable things like stealing yet he couldn't get what he wanted.

He frowned, knitting his brows together as he gave Kris 'are you kidding me?' looks, exhaling a sharply to prove his point. Rolling his eyes, Chanyeol shook his head; a bitter laughter rolling out of mouth. "Don't lie. I won't believe you. I don't believe my own parents let alone you, who is nothing more than a stranger who gets paid for giving two s about a psycho like me.... don't say you're close to me. Never." He ranted out, following ever moves of Kris like a chesire cat, ready to pounce on his prey. He though Kris would force him to take some sort of pills or something to calm him down aka dizzy pills as he likes to say.

What came out surprised him. Holly buffalos. His therapist, who hates fire, as he insisted, had a damn lighter, a pretty one, a ing designer one to boot. He couldn't help but stare at the small lighter held between Kris's fingers and immediately snatched the lighter out of his hand, his fingers hot against the cold surface of the lighter. His finger traced the characters craved on the smooth surface, clicking his tongue as he couldn't recognize the letters. Not hangul for sure. Not that he cares tho as long as he have it. But what bugged him was why Kris of all people?

The young Park shot his therapist a questioning look, one brow perched higher as a knowing smile formed on his lips. "Wu.... Why you've this? I hate fire? or there's something I'm missing? Has it crossed the thin line huh?" He knew he shouldn't meddle with his therapist's personal life but he couldn't help. People likes to dig things about others, specially unusual ones. "Why?"

@[f] park chanyeol His eyes darkened as he looked at the male briefly for a moment, "I promised to give it to you, but I never said when I would! If you wanted to stoop so low as to stealing, you should've been smarter and looked in my room." He snapped, his own patience was growing thin, adding that sleep was much needed so he was considered cranky at the moment as he stepped forward to the male. Slapping the others accusing finger away as he gripped the males wrist to tug the other to him a bit too harshly.

"I said I would give it to you, didn't I? So next time believe in the word of your therapist, because I am probably the only closest person to you who'd actually give two s for you." He scoffed, before he shook his head and released the others wrist as he crossed his arms over his chest; his navy blue shirt slightly crinkling a bit. His own nose was crinkled up as he pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes to see if he could calm himself slightly.

This damn kid.

"I never tricked you, you little twerp. I said in two days would be our next session, and for once I was going to break the damn rules here and allow you outside objects." He scoffed, as he shook his head before rolling his eyes, as he leaned against the edge of his desk and crossed his legs at the ankles before he pinned his eyes on the wall before him.

"If all you wanted was a lighter, then--" Kris took a key from under his mouse pad as he opened the only drawer that held a lock and key; he opened it, as many things were revealed, he skimmed through the pictures, letters, and other items. Grabbing the lighter, he bite his bottom lip a bit, "Take this one, its mine personally. But if all you wanted was fire, take that and go, but your better be in my office for our session." He threw the silver lighter, as it held 'Wu Yi Fan' in Chinese characters.

@[w] Kris Chanyeol, calm down boy. You'll be fine. The boy thought, taking an amount of breath sharply, biting down onto his lower lip harder. He could taste the blood in his mouth. He should let go of his bratty attitude but he couldn't find the will to do so. He is nothing but full of pride. He prefers others giving into him rather than him submitting to others. "Since you allowed me, its more acceptable if I start with you. You reap what you sow Wu." He mumbled, whimpering out unconsciously before letting out an irritated growl as Kris was too close to him; holding him trapped. He doesn't like invasion of his personal space. What the hell his therapist is thinking?

Chanyeol shook his head, barring his teeth at the other, squirming under the other's strong grip on him that kept him still. "I'm not a dimwit, you liar. You promised to hand over the lighter but lied. You're a bad therapist I've ever seen" He was loosing it. A little more and he'd snap. Kris already made a mistake by bringing up the forbidden fire and Chanyeol did everything to forget it but he couldn't, not anymore. Chanyeol is a good boy but he is bad boy too. That's what mother said.

"You're the biggest liar ever." The boy heaved out, breathing out heavily. A sense calmness came over him when he was released. Tho it only lasted for a while. "Out of fluid? You serious? You forced me to talk out stupid things about my past and all I get is nothing but your stupid sessions. You're worst than anyone, Wu. Lying is bad. Lairs are worse. Big liars are worst. You tricked an innocent seventeen years old boy. Tsk... " Chanyeol blabbered out, completely loosing himself. Here he was, taking a risk to get the dam lighter his therapist promised but never gave him but the lighter is useless. Laugh at his life or luck. His life .

"You never intend to give me that thing, did you?" He asked, pointing a finger accusingly at Kris's face.

@[f] park chanyeol He chuckled, as he held onto the males hand securely, making sure to not let it go as he knew if he used force the director would mostly like have his head if he /hurt/ a patient. But right now all the rights and wrongs he threw them out the window, as he heard the male. "Geez, no need to be loud, I am right beside you, and I can hear you at normal human level." He rolled his eyes while he securely pressed his free hand on the others shoulder; gripping hard on the males shoulder a bit. Knowing sleep would not be grabbed tonight, so he just inwardly sighed at having a good ten hours of sleep, and he used his strength to shove, more like push down the male into his own leather chair.

His fingers locked on the male's wrists, holding the male down if he struggled as he narrowed his eyes as he was so close to the male; bursting personal bubble close, their noses touching slightly. "And you are doing good, I told you to rebel, right. So why you sneaking in my office, when I gave you that permission, you dimwit." He growled, his dirty blonde hair slightly ruffled as he huffed in annoyance.

his bottom lip as he kept his gaze hard, "If you wanted the damn lighter, you know there is that human thing people do, it's called /asking/. God, and here I thought you were somewhat good, or better then the other idiots here." He scoffed as he rolled his eyes and soon released the male; honestly not knowing why he did.

Did he do good? Or did he not?

"Besides the fluid in the lighter is out, I used it up on our last session." He sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair with annoyance written on his face as he shook his head, muttering under his breath in his mothered tongue, Mandarin.

@[w] Kris It was actually his first time doing something so risky like that. He never ever disobeyed his family's orders, doing what told. Being attracted to fire is the result of his pent up frustration, hatred for the world he couldn't let out. He kept his little obsession a secret cause he knew of they find out he had to let it go and he couldn't and disobeying his parents was the last thing he wish to do. His heart was beating frantically against his ribs. Being verbally rude is something and stealing like a thief when your therapist is a 'devil' is another thing. The big gulped down the lump in his throat, shaking his head, refusing to obey Kris.

"No!" Wow! His voice come out more clear and confident than he thought. You can do it, Chanyeol. Rebel. Rebel. Rebel. The boy chanted in his head, only tightening his grip on the lighter as if his life depends on it as he was having a hard time ignoring the closeness of his therapist. Chanyeol never likes to mingle with the crowed, he prefers being alone, remember. "I won't, Mr.Wu." He barked out, trying to free his hand from Kris's iron like grip, groaning internally. "I'm your favorite patient that's why its my duty to fulfil your wish....you want me to rebel, right, don't you, Wu? Hmn? A good patient does as he is told. Now.. let me go, liar. " Chanyeol whisper-yelled, grinding his teeth in annoyance. "I did nothing wrong... ." He muttered, keeping the urge to bite his therapist hand like a damn carnivore, spilling out blood. That'd be a pretty sight to see...right?

@[f] park chanyeol His lips pursed as he noticed the patient he wished he didn't have to see, his trouble-maker one. Sighing as he looked around the room, as he muttered under his breath before looking at the male as he shut the door behind him. Locking it, as he rose an eyebrow, accusing eyes were narrowed on the male at his desk. "Why are you in here, Chanyeol." He voiced out, his tone hard, and showing he was tired; so it was not his best moods to even pretend to be happy or smile, although he never does. Kris held his brown eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as he watched every movement the other made like a hawk as he walked closer to the other. his bottom lip as he knew what Chanyeol would be in here, and for only one thing; he scoffed.

The lighter.

"Put the lighter down, I'm not dumb to know you're here for that reason." He voiced as he made his way almost silently to the other as his hair was slightly dried, yet still a tad bit wet as he bit his inner cheek as he made himself close enough to the other as he brushed his finger over the males palm ghostly.

"Drop it, now." He smirked, as Kris whispered in the others ear; being tired, but he wanted to end this quick to grab the damn files, and go to bed. His fingers clasping around the others own palm in his, as he had to admit the others palms were probably the same size. For some odd reason he thought they might be a bit smaller, but seeing as the other was tall. He should've known better.

"If you're my favorite as you say, then listen and put it down. Unless you want me to personally punish you for breaking in my office, and who knows what you did to get the keys." He smirked, breathing on the male's neck.

@[w] Kris The boy was lost in his thoughts of getting the damn lighter out & why there's so many ing drawers and all of them were too hard to open without making an obvious noise. Stupid metals. He was so frustrated that he forgot to be alert since nobody would come at that time of night. The janitor said so. Everyone would be sleeping happily. That's what he hope for. After a while with a bit of struggling, he finally found the lighter placed nearly inside the last drawer at the left, much to his joy. He threw a part inside his head, laughing at Kris Wu's face.

Too early for celebration.

Just in a blink of an eye, the room lit up, bright lights hurting his eyes. He blinked a few times to adjust, freezing in his place as the very similar deep voice rang through out the room, startling him. What the.... When the door opened? How? When? And why 'Him' of all people? Wasn't he suppose to sleep? The young boy thought, not moving an inch from where he was. . Holly cows! I'm busted. He thought but his ego wouldn't let him admit defeat. Never.

"I'm hurt, Mr.Wu." Came the reply. He wasn't going to be a little boy getting caught. "You don't recognise me?" He tauted, turning his head to flash a hurtful look at the other. "I thought I'm your favorite patient. That hurt a lot." By then he had a tight grip on the lighter and pulled it out of the drawer secretively or that's what he thought.

@[f] park chanyeol Stepping out the shower, he felt refreshed and by all means stress free from everyone in this damn asylum; he brushed his fingers through his damp, dirty blonde hair as he went towards his wardrobe as he found a change of clothes to sleep in. As he had soon dressed himself, he noticed that his notebook with the files were missing. The ones Jinah had given him a few days ago. Sighing while he rubbed his nape before he shook his head in annoyance as he slipped on his shoes and made his way to the floor of his office in the therapy room.

Having some trouble with the darkness, he soon felt his eyes adjust while he arrived to the floor; using his smart phone as he opened the flash light app. Allowing the illuminating light to shine brightly as he soon found the room to his therapy room. Pulling out the keys as he tried the door knob, he rose an eyebrow to find it unlock.

Weird - very weird.

He furrowed his eyebrows together as he silently opened the door and turned the app off to bring darkness once more as his eyes narrowed, eyebrows pinched while he adjusted to the darkness. As he reached out to feel on the wall, as he the light switch to find a figure in the therapy room; the bright light giving him a bit of trouble to recognize the other quickly.

"Who the hell are you."

@[w] Kris That night Chanyeol couldn't sleep peacefully, tossing from one side to other; groaning in frustration. Damn you, Mr Wu. The boy thought, muffling his screams in his voice. It was too much. He thought he could live without feeling the fire for a while but all his resolves crashed down like a China plate upon a little bit of force. He can't. He won't. Never. Ever. Stay away from the fiery flames. Cursing mentally he thought of doing something unexpected. Rebel? you allowed me to rebel, right, Wu? Rebel, I shall do. That night he hatched a plan, too risky yet if he succeeded, the reward would be worth it. The day passed in a haze as he did nothing but memorize his plan thoroughly. He knew a few things about how the asylum works and about workers locker room (thanks to the nice old janitor). After dinner time everyone went to their rooms. The hallways were almost empty save a few nurses running around to check on the patients. Chanyeol scanned the hallways before he sneaked out of his room to the therapy one where his desired object was. He had stolen the janitor's clothes and ID before dinner and sadly locked the person inside the locker, not that he was feeling guilty. It took him a while to arrive since there's a little light available on that floor, lucky for him. Grabbing the key from his pocket he opened the door, closing it slowly behind him and cringed at the sound it made. So much for sneaking in. Pulling out the small torch from his side pocket, he made his way to where the desk was. He hope, he'd get the lighter this time. And if he did, he sure gonna laugh on Kris's face.

@[w] kim jonghyun ( jr ) What was this for? Sunggyu wondered, but he only did what he was told, picking the folded handkerchief from the desk and putting it back in his pocket. It was such a relief that the other actually thought of wearing gloves—at least, that eased him, even if only slightly. He wasn't sure how he was going to fare with how Jonghyun said he would have to touch him.

Not even his sister could hug him for more than five seconds without making him panic.

But the thought of actually having to be inspected by a girl instead... Sunggyu considered for a moment before he finally shook his head and signed.

'There's no need to call the nurse. Just... keep your distance.'

@[w] kim jonghyun ( jr ) The files, as expected—but as much as he knew nothing was there, Sunggyu couldn't help but be nervous at it. It was something to be diagnosed with an array of mental-physical disorder, but for that diagnostic to be read by people... entirely something else.

The frown told him enough, though.

Nodding, the male shifted—almost uncomfortably the moment he heard Jonghyun's words about physical check-up. What? Since when are they putting physical check-ups at the beginning of a therapy session? Seriously?

His expression was probably somewhere between puzzled and somewhat disbelieving, but nevertheless, he silently emptied his pockets—which only contained a light blue handkerchief, nothing else. He turned the pockets over, though, so the other really saw he had nothing else.

Well, since he expected his therapist to actually understand sign language—there's no need to bring anything else...

@[w] Kris Chanyeol tilted his head a little, biting down his tongue as he was so close to piss the other with his another 'wise' answers but refrained cause he really wanted to go. Today he talked a lot, he mean it. He wasn't allowed to question, only obey in his home. Kind of a robot. "Hmnpf... you're doing good in digging, Mr.Wu." Mumbling, the boy pressed his back against the chair, limbs stretching to loosen up his sore muscles for sitting so long. A slight yawn leaving his throat, eyes filled with mischief. He slowly rose up from the chair, patting the back of his jeans and flashed the therapist a bright smile, all teeth and gum. Well not because he's happy but what's going to come out of his mouth probably anger the other. He walked, more likely, skipped backward to the ward. "I'll survive. Been doing till now. And... " He stood at the edge of the door, holding the door open. "You're allowing me to rebel, right? So I might not come after two days or might come late. Have a good day, pretty therapist with birdy mouth." He left the room not before throwing a heart at the other. It didn't took much for him to reach his room. He was sleepy and sleeping was what he did.

@[f] park chanyeol His eyes fell on the other and before he could say another word, he decided to let the other go back. Pursing his lips as he drummed his fingertips on the wood of his desk, allowing his small nails to make small noises a bit. "Life is harsh, all I can say is it up and be a man. People like to snoop in others , why do you think I got this job. I like pushing buttons, and opening someone up either in a good way or bad way." He sighed a bit as he grabbed his ball point pen, and wrote in the notebook over the session something he'd do when he was getting ready to send off the male. In his swift hand writing he wrote their conversation, new information he learned and the key word to help him learn it all was fire. Fire, was his crobar. "Chanyeol, I want to see you again, two days from now instead or next week. And in those two days I want you to be rebellious, more then what you are now. See if with the permission to rebel you'll get tired of it, so Thursday, your better be in this chair again. Or I will personally go find you, and it won't be good too." He narrowed his eyes as he looked up from the notepad and smirked. "Remember, your parents aren't here. So learn how to survive this here, and if you want the lighter, you'll find me."

@[w] Kris "No one ask to coat sugar." He whispered to himself, shifting in his chair. His back starting to ache at the constant sitting position so as his bum. He'd very much like to go back to his room on the third floor and lie on the not so soft but still comfortable bed and sleep for hours, he meant it. He was getting tired, not physically but mentally. Digging into his own heart is nerve wrecking. He had no idea how he managed to bottle up those feelings for so long? Perhaps for his own sake or not? Chanyeol didn't answer anything to that matter of adoption since he knew it would only hurt him, pushing his mental strength to it's limit. He leaned in to place his elbow on the desk, resting his chin on his palm while holding out his hand. "Life.... its not easy to survive. I guess for survival I follow my parents, eventually I got used to it. You reap what you sow. I'm no different from other children. Then there's society. They don't accept others who are different in any way. Even if it's not their business they'll meddle in, finding flaws here and there. Then again..there's the thing called 'emotions' which makes you feel guilty for breaking someone's heart even tho they are the one breaking your ownself, guilt. 'My child' is a burden. To me that is. And I'm not a coward yet I'm a coward for not voicing out. Some times love isn't enough. Not enough to survive through harsh reality."

@[f] park chanyeol He rolled his eyes and shook his head as he pushed himself off the corner of the desk and made his way back to his desk. his bottom lip, Kris just stared at the male for a moment before he pursed his lips a bit. "And here I was trying to sugar coat things." He chuckled before he laced his fingers together, resting his chin atop of them as he seemed at ease at the moment. "You ask a lot of questions, a lot of /why's/ and such. Children are nothing put a pawn, you can dress them how you like; why? Because the parent gave birth to you. A reason why some sought out to rule over their child, even if laws are passed. Parents treat their children how they want to, because that is their blood." He frowned slightly, just a bit before he closed his eyes momentarily as he felt himself remember something but as he opened his eyes he forgot it. "Adoption is a good choice, but do you really want someone to stop by your house every month, bothering you asking idiotic questions. Knowing you're treating the child like crap, but its just a mask so the person who checks in can go with a smile." He rolled his eyes, before muttering under his breath, "Bull." As he soon breathed out and leaned back in his leather chair before he opened his drawer and dropped the lighter in there. "Answer me this, why do you even follow or be a good dog for your parents? Your just some pet for them to train, your like a dog to them."

@[w] Kris Chanyeol just stared at Kris, occasionally moving his eyes to the lighter he held in between his fingers. If not for the deal, he'd not have spitted out a single word of his inner self which is nothing but an ugly reality of himself. He puffed out his cheeks; irritated, at the display of his desired object yet so far away. He waited in silence, curling & uncurling his fingers & toes waiting for Kris's boring lecture to be finished. Honestly, did his therapist think he didn't know those things? He might be a flawed being but not the stupidest for not understanding his parents. Didn't Kris know it's not possible to break free once you're trapped? It might took a big part of you away in the process of breaking free. A soft laugh emitted through his lips, white pearls flashing a bit. He couldn't listen those bull anymore. "Do you think I'm stupid enough not to understand love? Have you ever being questioned why you're still alive? what's the purpose of your life if you can't fulfil the wishes of the ones brought you into this world? why you deserve to be treated like a human if you're not following the rules? Why? So many why's I want to ask, Mr. Wu. Can you answer them for me? Why people want their own child on the first place? To carry on their dream? or to feel the happiness of being parents? or simply someone they can relay on their old days? for humanity? for the proof of their existence? why their own blood? if they want to bask in the bliss of parenthood why not adopt children from orphanage? So many..... "

@[f] park chanyeol As his eyes settled on the male, his eyebrow rose slightly once he heard the other speak; and nothing in his sarcastic or usual choice of words. Kris pinched his eyebrows together as he listened to each and every word the other spoke of, and he pursed his lips in thought as he soon felt the others eyes lock onto his own. Although he felt a bit of sympathy for the patient, but nothing enough to waver his ruling and his methods. Breathing out softly through his nose as he sat up straight before answering to the male truthfully, "A parents love is difficult to explain, not everyone is loved by their parents, some can be resented as well. But I don't see that as your case, honestly. Or else why would they raise you up in riches?" He rose his eyebrow while he slowly cleared his throat as he his upper lip out of habit when he thought over the others situation quickly. "So you feel suffocated by love, they are times a child can feel drowned by love; but they probably expect too much from you. More like they can be pushing their own dreams onto you, forcing you into what they believe you to be a miniature them. Like I said, not all parents will understand an adolescent, everyone of them won't even listen to you if you speak up to them. They just label you as a rebel or biting the hand that fed you." He scoffed slightly as his arms folded on his legs a bit in a professional manner. "Chanyeol, they do love you. But its just not one of the best love people give out, I honestly think if they listened to what you have to say, the real you. You'd probably be very happy right now, life would go on. But if you keep doing how they say, you'd only lose your own self in this." He sighed for a moment as he pressed his lips in a tight lipped firm line.

@[w] Kris Chanyeol couldn't help staring at his therapist with great interest. Till now he hated surprises, they the light out him, but today it seemed he was going to like it, very much. He never thought his therapist, pretty laid back Kris Wu, would turn out to be like 'this'. Not that he was complaining. His smile grew on his lips wider, giving him a look of one of those creepy stalker or insane nuts. He nodded head absent mindly, not caring where Kris was going or thinking of doing until he felt the presence behind getting closer. He expected a hard pull of hair or a slap but he never expected to feel warm breath on his ear, dying down as it reached his nape. Nor did he expect Kris's voice giving unwanted tingling sensation on his skin. Damn it. "I might as well play since I've no choice." He mumbled, sighing out loud as cover for his stupid reaction. May be he should avoid being close to the other. "I don't know, simply. If I knew what my parents felt for me, believe me, I'd be one of those nice, rich kids, marrying a pretty lady to show around and live a happy life instead of rotting here." He paused, reaching up to his chin just for show, heaving out another long sigh. He hates to talk about his family. That's for sure. "Sometimes I feel they lobe me.... but don't they say when you love some one, let them be free? Their love feel like a cage. They want me to be something I'm not. They say they lobe me yet try to change me into something they wish to love not the one I'm." By then he wasn't answering Kris, rather voicing out his own worries buried inside him for ages. "May be my mother loves me a bit much more or may be not? Do they love me?" He looked up at Kris, waiting for the other's witty reply.

@[f] park chanyeol He rose his eyebrow and rolled his eyes as he pursed his lips a bit, his fingertips drumming on the arm rest of the leather chair of his. Listening to the male with a bored look before he soon listened until the male finished up, as he sighed under his breath a bit. "Who says killing is never easy? Its a process, and it takes careful calculating, my Chanyeol." He cocked his eyebrow up while he chuckled a bit unamused as he brushed his thumb over the lighter for a moment as he kept in thought for a minute or so. "And here I thought you'd be a normal human, not some bratty rich kid who was dumped here, and under my watch. But I guess we both got disappointed, but at least I can mess with you until I am satisfied, so it has its quirks." He hummed softly as he breathed out, his bottom lip as he pushed himself out the chair, and soon made his way around the desk. Rounding around the other in the chair, as he spoke soon settling himself behind Chanyeol as he leaned down to whisper in the males ear just slightly. "Tell me about your parents, do they even love you? I mean if they did, they'd have you beside them spoiling you silly, instead of being in my office wasting my precious time." He smirked as he pulled back and walked to his desk, sitting on the corner of the edge as he soon flickered the small once more; knowing it somehow grabbed the others attention a lot.