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Another day of drinking.

Taeyong might have had another few too many shots but here he is, stumbling down the streets of St. Paul in the dead of the night trying to find his footing before he collapses into a wall.

And that's exactly what happens.

His shoulder hits the brick wall and he slowly slides down to the concrete ground, sobbing.

Nothing seems to go right for him, does it? Well it seems you're right, hence this 24 year old has been going through some pro-blems lately.

First the passing of his mother a few weeks back, who was diagnosed with Alzheimers at the age of 60. Pretty old considering how old Taeyong is, huh? Yeah, his life is confusing, but I'll get into that later.

Now where were we... Oh that's right.

Alzheimers. His mother had Alzheimers. Now his dad just recently went with her after not being able to take being alone and just overdosed. Off to a great start, aren't we?

His step-brother got into a situation with drugs that he can't come back from. Another whoops.

His fish died. Well... Yeah okay kinda sad.

And a close friend of his, Johnny, went to Thailand to be with his boyfriend, Ten. How convenient that all this crap happens when someone he could talk to just up and left, right?

So now here we are again, Taeyongs legs sprawled on the sidewalk and attempting to not pass out before he crawls to the bench on the small patch of fuzzy grass near the building he managed to fall on.

His phone is his pocket rumbles and he doesn't bother to answer it as he finally makes it to the bench. As soon as he gets his butt up on the seat does he take out his phone as see that his roommate and best friend Yuta is calling.

He answers it and holds the phone to his ear.

"Taeyong! It's 3 in the morning! I swear if you're out drinking again-"

"Oh no I'm fine, sweetheart, just a bit light-headed..."

"Lee Taeyong you are drunk. Where are you?"

"By that SM bar thinger majigger."

"Alright I'll be right there. Don't move a muscle!"

"Wasn't planning on it, sweetheart."

"And quit calling me sweetheart! You're starting to sound like a pirate!"

Taeyong hears a small dull ringing and realizes the call ended, leaving him to wallow in his own self-misery once again.

A few tears slip down his already wet face from crying prior to sitting on the bench. He shuts his eyes, hoping the headache he's sporting goes away. Just then a male walks by him slowly, seeming to think Taeyongs asleep and crying when he isn't. Just crying.

"Uhh?"

The male has black hair, the sides buzzed-off and the black strands falling down onto his face as he examines Taeyong. "Take a picture it'll last longer." Taeyong mumbles at the stranger jumps back, holding his chest in surprise.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm everything but okay. But hey, at least my roommate doesn't want to kill himself."

"What?"

The guy with the black hair bends down to look into Taeyongs dark eyes, which are now open. His silvery hair only makes them darker.

"Hey my life is crap anyways so why are you still here?"

"Yikes you reek of alcohol... I'm here because I'm interested in what you have going on."

"Why?"

"I'm a doctor. A psychiatrist, actually."

"I don't need some stupid psychiatrist-"

"What's your name?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"You have so many questions it's worst than me..."

The male shakes his head and Taeyong just raises an eyebrow at him. "Because you're a psychiatrist?" He asks and the stranger nods. "For being practically wasted you seem sober." He narrows his eyes before continuing.

"You know what, take my card. If you're not still hungover tomorrow, I'd like to see you in my office at 4. The building is just down the block from here. Is that alright?"

"Yeah, sure."

The stranger hands him the card, sitting next to him as Taeyong reads it over.

Doctor Jung Jaehyun, 23
Mental psychiatrist
Office building 127U
xxx-xxx-xxxx

"Jaehyun, huh?"

"That's me. Hi."

"I'm Lee Taeyong. I'm actually a year older than you it seems."

Jaehyun chuckles and rests his hands on his lap. "Not surprised, but that's fine. I've seen older." Taeyong furrows his brows as he takes in the blurry image of Jaehyun.

He's actually quite tall and wears a tight-fitted white tee and blue ripped jeans. Built arms and a tough jaw, but soft eyes and a small nose. He's actually good looking.

Taeyong shakes his head at the thoughts, deciding to fiddle with his thumbs. "Why are you still here with me? Don't you have better things to do?"

"No, I live alone. Plus I like to do this kind of stuff, although you seem different." Jaehyun squints at Taeyong curiously and the older frowns. "What do you mean, different?"

"I mean you did tell me that 'At least my roommate doesn't want to kill himself' earlier."

"Fair point..."

Taeyong mumbles, leaning against the arm of the bench to keep himself from falling. "But still..." He adds on and Jaehyun keeps watching him closely. "I don't get the interest you find in me. You literally met me like 15 minutes ago!"

"Like I said, I want to help you." Jaehyun answers simply, shrugging. "It's my job."

"Well my job is a clerk at some sketchy clothing store that only sells black hoodies."

"I was wondering why you were wearing all black."

"I wonder too."

Taeyong huffs and crosses his arms. He wasn't wrong. Taeyong has a black ripped hoodie and black jeans with black high-top converse. But Jaehyun has to admit- it suits him well.

"Well I should be going." Jaehyun says cautiously as he sees a stranger with frizzed brown hair approach Taeyong with a deadly glare. "Oh? Well I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." Taeyong winks at Jaehyun as the approaching male storms to Taeyong, smoke practically bellowing from his ears.

"Lee Taeyong I swear- Oh hello." The males features turn soft and welcoming as he lays eyes on Jaehyun, who is in the middle of standing up. "Just in case he forgets because he's obviously drunk off his mind right now, remind him if he forgets to come to my office at 4pm tomorrow."

"And you are?"

"Jaehyun, a psychiatrist."

"Ah, I'm Yuta, his roommate."

"I see. Well tell him, I have to get going."

"I'll be expecting to see his handsome sober face in my office tomorrow."

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Hey hey hey y'all 😬

I'm kind of excited to write this one... Although I realize that there's 1000 stories on a messed-up Taeyong and Jaehyun as his anchor to the real world but it's my story and I can do what I want 😤

...although I have a Jaeyong fanfic in the making already that's way different from anything I've ever read but okay.

Hope y'all enjoy it! ❤️