You Need Me |•HEEJAKE•|

Dr. Lee Heeseung stepped quietly into the room, clipboard in hand, but his gaze was drawn immediately to the figure on the bed.

Jake sat there, knees pulled close, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his oversized shirt. His eyes darted around the room with guarded curiosity, shy, but not entirely closed off. His lips were slightly pouted, and there was a softness to him that didn't match his age.

"Hi there, little one," Heeseung said gently, lowering himself into the chair across from the bed. His voice was smooth, kind, like he wasn't just speaking to a patient, but to someone who needed warmth.

Jake peeked up at him, eyes wide. "Who are you, mister?" he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly.

"I'm Heeseung. I'm here to keep you safe," he replied with a smile that wasn't clinical, but real.

Jake didn't answer right away. He just hummed softly and tugged at his sleeve. The room felt still, but not uncomfortable, like something delicate had just begun to bloom.

Heeseung had seen trauma manifest in many forms, but this......this was different. Jake wasn't broken. He was protecting himself the only way he knew how.

And Heeseung was determined to understand every piece of him.

But..... there's always another side of the story you don't know😉

Read to find out👉📖