Why Am I Here? - A Shin Wonho Fanfiction

ONE

Immediately, he talked with someone trough his in-ear and nodded.

The guard hummed. "The two of you? I know you are from AIPU and you're from FPU."

"We're... going." Both Ara and Minhyuk waved you goodbye and Minhyuk mouthed you a good luck.

"So... can i get in there, Mr..."

"Hyunwoo. Just call me that." He answered cooly as he walked passed you, pressing certain numbers on the small machine attached next to the metal door.

"What's the number, Hyunwoo?" You asked when you heard a clicking sound and a sound of metal bars shifted behind the door.

"Only the guards of this unit know."

"Oh– the doctor can't know?"

"It's for your safety, Ms. (y/l/n)." He opened the door for you and gestured you to get inside.

You looked at him as you walked in.

"I'll be waiting outside. No guards are allowed in there." He said, before he closed the door once you're completely inside.

A strong alcohol, other medicinal liquids and other not so familiar smells hit your olfactory system all in a sudden the moment the door closed. You closed your eyes and shook your head as the dizziness slowly crawling in your system. It was so heavy. So heavy that you really in need of fresh air.

"That's what i feel every day." A voice snapped you. Your blurry eyes tried to find a way to the voice. "Is it suffocating you?"

There he is. A man sit cosily on a built-in metal chair with wrists both tied with restraints. His hair was as messy as his white gown. His face was pale, yet his lips stayed rosy pink. He had nothing in his face except a desperate look shot through his eyes, strongly gazing into you as if he was asking for a favor.

"Shin... Hoseok?" You walked closer as you blinked your eyes multiple times to cleared your blurry sights.

"I think it must be me. Knowing no other human being is in this room except us two." His eyes followed your movement. "You don't have name." His eyes caught the missing pin on your coat.

"(Y/n). (Y/f/n). Your new psychia–" You said, standing as close as you can to him. He looked up to your eye level and smiled.

"You're my new psychiatrist. I know." He nodded. "It's funny how they keep sending me another after the previous one failed treating me, when in fact i don't need one at all." He smirked before he changed his expression into a serious one in one second.

"You do need one." You sat on a chair specially provided for the doctor. It's just a desk away from where he sat. "You need to be treated."

"I need to be treated. I need to be treated. I need to be treated." His voice turned into a mock. "Tell me something new. I'm fucking bored." He fixed his gaze on you.

"You're bored, huh?" You smiled at him. "Why don't we introduce each other, then?" You recommended. "I told you all about me and you told me all about you."

He scoffed, turning his eyes away to the concrete floor. "I don't fucking care about you."

"But i do care about you." You leaned back. You could see a slight movement of the edge of his lips. "So, shall we start?"

He ignored you, but you kept going anyway. You started off by telling your basic details. Your name, where and when you were born, your first best-friend, your first love, what kind of student you were during high school and why did you decide to be a doctor.

He still ignored you, even though you tried to tell him as you were telling a story to a child, but he still didn't care. His eyes kept looking down, his fingers won't stop tapping the arm chair.

"It has been three thousands fifty hundreds and twenty one words so far and i'm getting bored. Do you really want to keep going even though you know my mind isn't here?" He cut you off. You were surprised at what he just said. Never in your entire life– not even once, you met someone as detail as him. No, correction, no one in this entire world would count how many words you spat out, except him.

"I will keep going until you paid attention to what i said and until you tell me about yourself." You smiled, shifting your posture.

He scoffed and slowly turned his eyes to meet yours. "You're a fresh graduate. You haven't had experience working in an institution before, this is your first time, so you came here in a rush, not wanting to be late on your first day. Therefore, you skipped breakfast and only had tea in the morning. Then you had lunch, obviously with someone. You had an egg and cheese sandwich with a bit of ketchup. You were feeling uncomfortable right now, even though you tried to hide it for me. It was because either this is your first day, or the fact that you are sitting in the same room with me." He paused for a while. "You were wrong when you said i don't pay attention. I did pay attention to you. Since the moment you entered this room. So my question, again, will you still continue your story telling or will you walk out of this room and tell Mrs. Lincoln about what just happen between us."

Your lips parted slightly. He left you in awe with his train of words. He was so detail. What he said were all true. You almost felt like you are the patient and not him.

"Mr. Shin," you called his name. "I guess, this is the end of today's session." You stood up before turning around to the door.

You heard him chuckled the moment you reached the doorknob.

"You lied when you said being a doctor is what you wanted since you were a kid." He said, stopping you and made your eyes opened wider. "Why don't we talk about what you really wanted to be in our next session, Ms. (y/l/n)?"