Dasom huffed as she entered the building. Her hair and coat were covered with small snowflakes which were now slowly dissolving from being exposed with the building's heater. She quickly runs to take the lift as the sound of her heels mixed with the noise of the crowd. 

Being a psychiatrist can really be tough sometimes. Don't get her wrong, she adores her job but when she hears some agonizing story of her patients, she cannot help but share the pain with them. 

This has always been her dream job. She has seen her sister struggle from depression, and how it can break one apart. From there Dasom decided to do something in which she can earn money side by side helping others, you know adding good deeds in her life. So as soon as she was out of the college, Dasom with her friend Jimin, decided to open a small organization called 'Suicide Hotline'  in which they were gonna interact with their patients virtually for free and if some people want to continue their therapy then of course they are most welcome here. 

First this was Jimin's idea, to start something like this. There are many people who are afraid to share their feelings face to face. So talking without showing face and getting advise can save many lives.

This small organization is now slowly becoming big with more and more people adding on. Of course Dasom and Jimin were the CEO's of the company but each and every person here was the same. They all were doctors and were ready to help others.

Dasom put her bag on the table beside her laptop and settled herself down.

She takes the sip of her coffee and opens the server to allow incoming calls. Now all she has to do is sit and wait for the calls to come in.

She was enjoying her coffee while checking out the previous reports when suddenly the landline rings.

"Hello!" She chirped with the sweet voice, trying to sound friendly.

"I want to die." The husky voice on the other side of the line deadpanned.

And this was enough for her to sit straight alerted. She puts the hot coffee back on the table as she logically thinks of her next words.

"Sir! First let's have some chat then after that we can talk about dying hmm."

"I want to die falling over you."

Dasom choked on her own saliva as soon as she heard his next words. Did I hear it correct?

"Um...can you repeat it again?" She tries to sound polite.

"I said." The man on the other side takes a pause, "I want to die falling over you."

"What the hell! Are you in your right mind." Dasom grits her teeth, already having enough of this man.

"No that's why I called here." 

Dasom.exe has stopped working. No literally.

"Sir I am not here to listen to your silly talks. So I am gonna hang up." She was going to cut the call but his next words stopped her to do so.

"Aren't you here to help. I said I wanna die."

"You said you wanna die falling over me."

"Exactly!"

"You are an idiot." Dasom rolled her eyes. She cannot believe that she is not hanging up on him already.

"Tell me something that I don't know." The man on the other side chuckled.

His voice is nice. Dasom leans on her chair sipping her coffee. She should not waste her time on this man but her conscience is telling not to hang up yet.

"You are eating up my braincells." She smiles hearing her own dialogue.

The men on the other side hummed.

"Min Yoongi."

"Huh?" Dasom furrowed her eyebrows.

"That's my name."

"Did I ask?" She raised her eyebrows lowkey getting hooked up in talking with him.

Yoongi on the other side laughs. "You are funny doc."

"Tell me something I don't know."

"Umm...that you are beautiful." He again said in a serious tone.

Dasom shakes her head smiling "Are you my stalker?"

"No! But I can definitely tell how pretty you are only by  your voice."

"I am going to hang up now Mint or whatever your name is. You are clearly wasting my time."

"First it's Min.Yoongi. And second, Trust me I am definitely not wasting your time."

Dasom swears that she can picture a pout by that voice and she didn't even see his face.

"Then what Mint! Your health is appearing quite fine to me."

"No, I am neomu lonely."  (Neomu = very)

Dasom bit back her lips stopping herself from laughing. She knows that this man is saying every sentence in monotone so definitely something is not right. Her assumption can be wrong and this can be just his way of talking but she is surely not taking any risk. Maybe this is his mechanism of coping up.

"That's not my place to worry if you are neomu lonely mint."

"Aren't you a psychiatrist?"

"I am. But my job is not to entertain people." Dasom played with her pen as her eyes were now on the laptop screen.

"We have the same thoughts. If I have found you on tinder I would have definitely swiped right."

This time Dasom did not even try to hide her laugh. "Dude you are trying to flirt with me and it's clearly not working."

"Do you like Star Wars? Because YODA only one for me."

Dasom just snorted. "Yeah, definitely you are bad."

"You just call on random numbers so that you can try your non-funny pick up lines on them?" She was amused.

"No no. I am a busy man. I have a thought of dying so I decided to call here."

"Wait, you actually have a suicidal thought?" Dasom immediately comes to her profession.

"Only for you babes." Yoongi smirked which of course was invisible for Dasom.

Dasom again slumped back on chair. "You are a top notch creep."

"But you are liking me."

How can this man say such things in a monotone?

"You know what! I have decided who my therapist will be."

"Wait-" Dasom gets up from her chair already knowing where this is heading.

"And it has to be you." 

"No mint-" 

"Are you loan? 'Cause you've got my interest!" 

And the line on the other side went off with Dasom just blankly staring at the wall in front of her.

What the hell just happened.

Thank you for reading ^3^