GUIDANCE COUNSELLORS OFFICE

@[H] 〈 TE 〉Sandara Park He didn't want to talk any more. Yixing's vision grew blurry, the pale hands resting against his lap becoming nothing more than a fuzzy haze of splotched colour as the tears began to drip down his cheeks. He bit his lip, hard enough for his cries to stay silent as he lifted a free hand up to hide his pitiful expression, feeling upset and embarrassed with himself for allowing the mere memory to affect him in such a way. "C-Can I go now? Please--"

@〈 ST 〉Zhang Yixing It was as if he changed right before her eyes. He was on the brink and Dara was trying hard to keep a hold of him but it was their first meeting, she's a little rusty with the ropes. She takes a deep breath, like it was a way to show him how to. Swiftly moving to the other side of the desk, she sits down on the chair beside his, a comforting hand on his back and the other reaching for his hand. "It's okay, hon... It's frustrating, I get it," she gives a reassuring squeeze, lowering her head to level her eye with his. "What happened after that? What did you feel?"

@[H] 〈 TE 〉Sandara Park His brows furrowed, head taking on a familiar incline as he thought about her words. Did she mean define stupid in general or define stupid in the way he thought his actions were? He wasn't too sure, and for a normally smart kid, Yixing knew his nerves were blocking off his train of thought and looping the same event over and over in his mind. The student lowered his eyes to his lap once more, his expression smoothing out into one of disappointment. "I shouldn't have.. gotten upset. It was just- I was trying really hard and I-I mess up. And then I got upset and-" He took a shaky breath, doing his best to keep a brave face despite knowing there were tears beginning to breach the safety of his lower lid. "I tried r-really hard to deal with it, I-I promise..."

@〈 ST 〉Zhang Yixing She kept her eyes soft and encouraging, willing him on to let those words escape his mouth. As the saying goes; the first step is to admit it to yourself. She of all people knew that one cannot change what one refuses to confront. As he did, she pursed her lips into a thin smile and nodded understandingly, leaning back on her chair and letting out a big sigh as if it was her who had been struggling to speak. She hoped it would show Yixing to relax a little, the air was tense and it was obviously getting the best of his nerves. "Define stupid..." she shrugged, humming to herself, thinking back on the event. Maybe some reverse psychology would work for this situation; wouldn't hurt to try. "It doesn't seem that stupid to me. I think it was perfectly fine, what about you?"

@〈 ST 〉Jung Eunji Her ears perked up as she caught the other's words, "Oh? You're from Busan?" A warm nostalgic feeling fills her chest, reminiscing on the days of her youth. "I grew up there too! Born and bred," Dara smiled proudly and stood up, walking around her desk and led them out of her office. "So what brings you here?"

( we can move to the principal's office ^^ )

@〈 ST 〉Jung Eunji Dara quickly gathered her wits and her fallen pride, climbing back up on the chair and regains a professional posture. Eyes skimmed the paperwork, revealing that this kid was in fact a transfer student. "Ms. Jung... Eunji?" She raises an eyebrow at the girl, looks back down at the paper and back to her. Sensing a tensed air, Dara quirks her lips into a warm smile; the clogs of her brain finally came to understand the situation. Cute. "Well, first of all, I'm terribly sorry you'd had to witness that. I wasn't expecting anyone at this moment. Second, welcome to our humble college. I hope you find this old place as impressing as your application," she passes the paper back but not without a mental note that she really did have an impressive resume. As she assessed her further, Dara decides she liked this new student. "But, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong building, young lady. This is the guidance counsellor's office, of course, I am the guidance counsellor, Professor Sandara Park and if you want I could take you to the main office where you'll beed to hand in your paperwork. They'd be of more help than I am."

@〈 ST 〉Jung Eunji Feet propped up on her desk, chair tilting back and eyes focused on the screen of her Nintendo 3DS - which was totally a necessity covered by the school credit card, she refuses to say so otherwise -Dara mutters, what seems to be, an incantation under her breath, "Die, die, die, di-YESS!" She rejoices with a small tap of her heel on the table but the victory was short lived as the squeak of the door shocks her out of her chair, flying off in a flurry and landing painfully on the floor. "Oww," she nurses her, most probably, bruised back and hastily climbs back up, peeking her head above the desk to eye the intruder. "What is it?" There were no appointments scheduled that afternoon and this new presence looked unfamiliar.

@〈 TE 〉Sandara Park At the question his jaw tightened, eyes immediately falling to his lap as his entire body tensed. Beneath his frozen exterior, Yixing was panicking - the strong, almost uncontrollable emotion welling up in his chest and spreading throughout his veins like wildfire. It took everything he had to maintain his steady breathing and to not let his "composed" façade slip. Right now it was all he had. "I-I had a little..." He tightened his hands up into fists, forcing the palms of his hands against his thighs as his shoulders raised in time with how uncomfortable he was feeling; no matter how sweet and friendly Miss Park was being to him. "I had an outburst, I got.. g-got upset over something stupid."

@〈 ST 〉Zhang Yixing A small chuckle escaped her lips, her eyebrows twitching in a sort of confused amusement. "I'm doing okay, thanks. You're one of the few people who bothered to ask," her eyes smiled at him, her voice laced with soft laughter. But Dara did not fail to notice the pause in his reply and it doesn't take a genius to realise there's a lot more he isn't letting on. She looked him over once, studying his features, his posture; closed and most likely unwilling to talk about what Dara wanted to. "Do you know why you're here, Yixing?" She tested the waters, her own expression softening into one of concern and small encouragement.

@〈 TE 〉Sandara Park "Miss Park." Yixing mumbled a soft greeting in reply, a hand reaching out to hold the back of the chair before he took a seat. He clasped his hands together and laid them in his lap, knees pressed together and back too rigidly straight to be comfortable as he thought about a suitable answer to her question. He could be honest and tell her that he'd rather be in his room writing music but that part of his life was confidential - no one knew he composed songs. He could tell her that his asthma had recently been acting up, because of dancing, but he wasn't ready to let anyone know about that part of him either. "I'm fine, thank you. It's been a good day today." He asked lifting his eyes to meet hers and smiled softly, the dimple presenting itself in his cheek. "How are you feeling?"

@〈 ST 〉Zhang Yixing The kid had a scholarship, student council president; Dara read through the list, all seemingly normal and not an indication of why he had done what he'd done. Biology, Biomedical Science and Music? She raised an eyebrow, what an interesting combination. As the door opens, her eyes landed upon him. "Yixing," she offers a smile and gestures for him to take a seat, casually closing the notebook; students never liked it when she wrote things down. "How are you feeling today?" Dara props her elbows on the edge of the desk, leaning against her arms and keeping the vibrant act in check. For a kid like Yixing, she did not want to come across as cold and indifferent. Judging by his ddemeanor, she knew he was already feeling self-conscious. It was the same with any student that comes through that door but Dara notices much more hesitant steps in his stride. She had quite a lot of work up ahead; it won't be easy to get him to open up.

@〈 TE 〉Sandara Park He didn't want to go. He really, /really/ didn't want to go. Anything would be better than being told you had "issues" and had to get them sorted out. Yixing was fine, he'd been fine for as long as he told himself he was. Sure, he was a little more emotional than was probably necessary and he was upset easily but he didn't actually have any /problems/ did he? Even so, he'd already had an appointment scheduled and didn't want to be rude by refusing to show up at all. Peeking his head around the hallway corner, Yixing's eyes darted about, wanting to ensure that no one was about and more importantly - that no one was going to see him entering the /guidance counsellors office. He'd already suffered enough in his first year and Yixing didn't want to add any more fuel to the fire and start the whole thing back up again. With a heavy sigh and a resolve to get the session over and done with, Yixing hesitantly knocked on the door twice before letting himself inside.

She places the folder back on the shelf, all neat and ordered along with the others. Sandara swivels around in her chair to face her desk, using her pen to read through today's appointments. Zhang Yixing. The name had triggered a memory and a sigh escapes her lips. She opens a desk to reach for a clean, new notebook and cracks her neck, ready to begin the day. Her hands begins to write his name down on the page, along with a few other information she had read on his file.