Three Days After
The first appointment with the therapist didn't go well.
She clamped shut after the first few minutes, only vaguely answering.
The therapist offered her another free session.
On her way out, she texted Chaeyoung.
Chaeyoung called her back, encouraging her to keep trying.
She accompanied her to the next appointment.
It went better.
~ ~ ~
Five Days After
She still had some trouble falling asleep when alone.
Jennie came back from her trip, along with Lalisa.
Lalisa turned out to be a nice girl.
The uneasiness in her stomach started to fade.
~ ~ ~
Some Weeks Later
She and Chaeyoung started dating after their dinner together.
The first weeks were complicated.
Her anxiety caused them to shout at each other more than once.
They almost broke up when Jisoo had a panic attack because of a photo she saw, and Chaeyoung stormed out of the flat.
That night, the voice returned.
She felt like she had sunk back into her darkest mood, the thought of Chaeyoung abandoning her drowning out everything else.
She remembered what Doctor Jung-nim had said and went to the hospital he had suggested.
The hospital called Chaeyoung, whom she had put as her emergency contact.
Chaeyoung came and held Jisoo's hand throughout the night.
After that, Chaeyoung started to attend some therapy sessions with her.
Things got better after that, and Jisoo started spending more and more time at Chaeyoung's place.
She started to sleep better.
One day, she realized her spare toothbrush was at Chaeyoung's
~ ~ ~
Christmas' Eve
They were in bed, watching a Christmas picture.
Chaeyoung was holding her, kissing her temple now and then.
< I love you, Kim Jisoo. >
Jisoo shifter her gaze to Chaeyoung, who looked anxious.
< Sorry, what? >
Chaeyoung bit her lip, avoiding her gaze.
< I know we've only been dating for a few months, but ... >
Chaeyoung's voice was nothing more than a murmur.
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