But you're not there [KaiSoo]

1. You're new

Tic-toc, tic-toc, tic-toc. The sound of the clock, the only sound that could be heard in the waiting room was getting on his nerves. Tic-toc, tic-toc, tic-toc. This would be a perfect time for it to run out of batteries, but he didn't have that kind of luck. Tic-toc, tic-toc, tic... but just then a middle-aged lady with straight hair -way too straight if you asked him- opened the door.

"Mr. Do? This way please."

With a deep sigh he raised on his feet and followed Dr. Choi to her office. He looked around, no clocks. Good. For a moment he thought that if he ever heard that sound again he would give in to Seven and kill everybody. But then again, Seven was crazy, so his ideas were not always the best. He sat on one of the chairs in fron of Dr. Choi's desk and waited.

"Mr. Do.. Kyungsoo, can I call you like that?"

"Yes please, everytime you call me Mr. Do I feel like I've done something bad and I'm about to be sent to the principal's office.

The doctor smiled. "Alright Kyungsoo. I understand that you've been seeing another psychiatrist before but you decided to change. Why?"

"To be honest, I never liked Dr. Han, he was too stiff if you ask me, but no one did. He was my parents' choice."

"Oh, I see.. well I took a look at your record, and it says that you refuse to take the antipsychotics that were prescribed to you?"

Kyungsoo didn't answer, he just looked away and nodded softly. He was trying to keep a straight face, but soft chuckles were escaping his lips.

"Are you seeing anything right now?" the doctor asked.

"Yeah.." he said laughing out loud "..it's Eleven."

Dr. Choi took a look at her notes. Eleven, one of Kyungsu's halluciantions, a blonde mischevious little boy. "And what is Eleven doing?"

"I don't think it would be appropriate."

"It doesn't matter, come on, tell me."

"He's imitating you.." he said, squishing his hair on both sides of his face trying to imitate the little boy's movements while laughing louder and louder.

"What about Seven?" Kyungsoo stopped laughing and closed his eyes "Do you still see Seven?"

"Yes."

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One hour later Kyungsoo was leaving Dr. Choi's office. Eleven kept making fun of the doctor and distracting him so he couldn't remember half of the things they discussed. Not that it bothered him anyways.

He walked down the hallways that took to the exit, set on getting home as soon as possible, when someone caught his eye. It was a young man, his age more or less. Brown hair, brown eyes, nothing extraordinary.. except for that jawline you could cut yourself with. Maybe he should try and touch it. What? NO. He slapped his inner self and realized that the man was staring right into his eyes. He kept walking as if nothing happened, yet those eyes were still lingering in his thoughts. What was he even doing there, sat in the middle of the hallway?! He decided to stop thinking about it, and it wasn't even that hard as his mind would naturally fly from one thought to another, no connection whatsoever.

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Once he got home, after saying hello to his mother -trying not to disturb her too much from watching her favourite drama- he went to his room to get into the pijamas he's been craving all day. Nothing wrong with that, except that when he opened the door, sat on his bed was the young man he saw on the clinique's hallway. He screamed so loud his dog, who was sleeping on the bed, ran away as chased by the devil.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" his mother called from the living room.

"Yeah, no worries, I just saw something."

His mother nodded for herself and kept watching the drama. She was finnaly going to find out if the heir of the company was still alive or not. Kyungsoo on the other side closed the door to his room, left his bag on the floor and got closer to the stranger in his bed.

"So... I guess you were not real."

"Am I not?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I don't know, you tell me.. you wanted me here probably."

"It doesn't really work like that."

"Then your brain wanted me here."

"That.. uh.. whatever." Kyungsoo massaged his temples, he was getting a headache "So, what's your name?"

"Kai."

"Kai?"

"Kai."

"Are you sure?"

"Am I sure of my own name?!"

"So you're not called Thirteen, or something like that?" There was a reason he had to ask that, and it was that all of Kyungsoo's hallucinations since he was a little boy had numbers for names. Eleven the little boy, Six the cat who used to scratch him every night, Three a beautiful elf who sang him to sleep, Four the little girl who played with him when he was a child, Seven...

"Do I look like a ..Thirteen?!" Kai scoffed.

"What do I care what you look like?!" and with a scowl on his face he turned around to look for his pijamas in the mountain of clothes thrown on the floor. "Anyways, how old are you?" He didn't get a response and when he turned around the room was empty. "Wow, we got a sensitive one here." And he continued looking for his pijamas, until...

"Boo." he heard and felt someone's breath on his neck which threw shivers down his spine. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was, the other's raspy voice and the feeling in his guts gave it away.

"Hi Seven."

"Hello baby boy, ready to rule the world?"

"Not tonight, I'm tired.. and I've got plans with my mom."

"Oh dear.. you know you'd be better without her, right? Whithout all the shrinks, without all the pills they wanna shove down your throat.. alone, you and I. Oh, we could do so much together. Just kill her. Tonight."

"You're crazy Seven."

The other chuckled and pressed his lips against Kyungsoo's shoulder, leaving a soft kiss. "So are you, baby.. so are you."

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Hello there, here's the first chapter to this spontaneous "I haven't even thought about it until a couple hours ago" fic. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.

Also, about Seven, I like to imagine him as the Monster era emo-ish red haired Chanyeol, but how you wanna picture the halluciantions is entirely up to you.