➶ guidance office

@♕ minhyuk l. Noticing the boy's lack of awareness Sunghoon pursed his lips, feeling a bit sorry for him. Immediately standing up from his chair he moved to the china cabinet and started to make some tea. At first he thought of serving coffee, but remembered the other probably had to sleep after this and went with something lighter. "It's no intrusion at all." he reassured, leaving out the part of admitting that he was more than glad for their presence. Listening intently Sunghoon hummed a single pitch under his breath while the water heated up, turning around and leaning against the cabinet to face Minhyuk.

"Lee Minhyuk. I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you yet," Smiling softly Sunghoon jumped as the machine beeped, returning to the kettle and beginning to fill the cup. "They tell me to introduce myself as Mr. Kang, but it makes me feel too old. Just call me Sunghoon, please." Finally finished he returned to the table and placed the teacup in front of the boy. "Drink this, and whenever you're feeling up to it you can tell me what's on your mind."

soon

@♛ sunghoon k. As the door opened too quickly for his brain to process, Minhyuk jolted, taking a defensive step back with his hands forming fists. Upon realizing how much he overreacted, the blonde male quickly bowed in apology, regretting it the moment he stood up straight as his world shifted slightly and he had to regain his balance. At this point, his head was throbbing and his eyes felt even heavier. Honestly, his entire body felt heavy, and it was quite the struggle to drag himself to a chair to sit down.

"Sorry for the intrusion," he spoke softly, glancing at the guidance counselor with a slightly unfocused stare, "My name is Lee Minhyuk. I'm a head counselor for the Zeus cabin." Why he felt the need to explain all of this, he didn't know, but he did anyway for the sake of avoiding any potential questions that ran along those lines.

@♕ minhyuk l. Busy - at least, Sunghoon wished he was, because he may very well be going stir crazy from sitting in his office for so long. After finishing a few more appointments earlier that evening he had nothing left to do save for a bit of paperwork. Once that was done the counselor was fresh out of things to do - what luck, considering no one else was up to keep him company at this time. Sometimes Sunghoon contemplated just integrating himself into everyone else's daily schedule, but the thought of constant sunshine was enough to keep him awake at night.

Glancing towards his bedroom door that bordered the office Sunghoon contemplated just calling it a night when he heard a knock at the door. His head immediately raised, listening to closely to the breathing of the figure on the other side to confirm he hadn't just heard things. Quickly, the man tidied his desk a bit, smoothing out his appearance in a small mirror before eventually heading towards the door. Opening it up he was faced with a clearly exhausted camper, albeit one he'd never really talked to before. "Come in, come in." he said, ushering them into the room gently before shutting the door behind him. Sunghoon then moved around the one of the two chairs he had set up, motioning for the boy to sit down with a cautious smile. "Your name is?"

@♛ sunghoon k. Minhyuk rubbed tiredly at his eyes, grogginess apparent in his sleep-deprived state. The nightmares were beginning to pick up again as they did every year. It was an annual thing, yet the poor man had no idea why. His head ached every time he tried to recall his dream, though, and he soon found himself stumbling from his cabin toward the Big House. He couldn't keep living like this. It would start to take a toll on his daily life if it continued, so he needed a way to make it stop.

What better way than to talk to guidance?

Well, there might have been a better way, but Minhyuk was out of options at this point. He rain his fingers through messy, blonde locks, trying to make himself appear better than he felt. He knew dark bags were growing beneath his eyes and every step he took was slow, almost calculated because he couldn't move too quickly for fear of sending himself toppling over. He just wanted to sleep, if he were being completely honest. Alas, he had to make the chilly trek to the Big House, snuggled in his over-sized sweatshirt and with glassy-looking eyes. He could hardly focus on climbing the stairs and entering the building, hands fumbling with the door knob. He continued to make his way to the guidance counselor's office, hesitantly knocking on the door.