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[Hear the sea] - [Red velvet]

The doctor's words played a haunting melody in her mind, each note echoing a symphony of self-doubt and turmoil.

The world, once vast and inviting, now felt like a cage closing in on her, an inescapable trap of relentless thoughts. The room, her supposed refuge, transformed into a suffocating space, its walls inching closer with every heartbeat.

Anxiety wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud, its tendrils tightening with each passing second. Self-doubt, a cruel companion, overshadowed any flicker of confidence she once held. Battling the rising storm of rage, she felt on the verge of shattering something fragile.

A desperate need for air pushed her to hastily dress and step into the night, oblivious to societal norms dictating the lateness of the hour for someone of her standing.

In the quiet rebellion against societal expectations, she sought solace in the cool breath of the night. Each step away from the suffocating cocoon of doubt felt like an emancipation, a fleeting taste of freedom under the silent embrace of the stars.

In bygone times, by the Han River, she found herself seated, eyes fixed on the distant horizon. Doubts began to infiltrate her thoughts, weaving a tapestry of introspective uncertainty.

Amidst the echoes of yesteryears, she grappled with a somber introspection, conveying a shared resonance of sadness and self-doubt.

Physically present but mentally distant, she remained oblivious to the cold until a soft material gently draped over her shoulder.

Startled, she turned around to find the infamous idol, this time concealing his true identity beneath a cap.

She lifted it off her shoulder, attempting to return it, but he declined, their hands brushing in the exchange, sparking a subtle electric connection.

"It's cold; just keep it," he insisted

"What about you?"

"Oh, you care about me?"

"Of course, I do. I'm your therapist."

"Tch..." He mumbles under his breath, seemingly dissatisfied with her answer.

Sensing his unspoken desires, Sora playfully teases, "You seem displeased. Why? Do you want to hear something else?"

"Doc, do you analyze your own thoughts? Because you might find me there more often than you think."

A soft chuckle escaped her lips in response to his remark, its quiet resonance unfamiliar to him.

In that moment, he found himself gazing at her in awe, realizing he's never witnessed her chuckle or seen the curve of her smile. It strikes a poignant chord in his heart, the sound of her laughter resonating like a melodious note he yearns to hear more often.

As his eyes remain fixed on her, he became attuned to the subtle nuances of her demeanor. Despite the lighthearted chuckle, her eyes betray a lingering sadness, a depth of emotion concealed within.

The distant gaze she directs toward the horizon suggests a mind lost in contemplation, leaving him curious about the thoughts that weigh on her.

Unable to contain his musings, he inadvertently vocalized them, the words escaping his lips as a whispered revelation. In the quietude surrounding them, his voice carried ,reaching her ears.

"Do therapists go to therapists?"

Although she wasn't intended to overhear, she responded, breaking the silence, "Not really. I think that defies the entire purpose of becoming one."

A tranquil hush enveloped them until Jay, searching for deeper understanding, breaks the stillness. "Then why are you sad?"

"Because I am human," she confessed, her words carrying the weight of universal truth. Emotions, both joyful and sorrowful, are intertwined in the fabric of her existence.

The atmosphere thickens as her gaze locked onto his, creating an intense eye contact.

"Suffering is a part of the human condition," she continued, her voice steady yet laden with the profound complexity of human experience. she added, "Dostoevsky says that 'Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.' And I cannot help but agree."

Jay experienced an unusual pang of empathy, feeling the weight of her sadness. Profound emotions surged within him, and he found himself grappling with feelings he had never before encountered.

Delving into his pockets, he extracted a small object and presented it to her. The glow in her eyes intensified at the sight of her favorite jelly.

Puzzled, she inquired, "Mr. Park, how did you know these are my favorites?"

With nonchalance, he responded, "I didn't. I bought them by accident and didn't want to throw them out." Yet, beneath the surface, he knows damn well that he had asked Jaehyun just the day before, about Sora's likes and dislikes.

Sora picked up on what he is doing, because how can someone accidentally buy something? It's not her business and she doesn't want him to care about her—not even think about her. She has her boundries, so she eats her jellys not midning the man next to her.

As the night drew to a close, Jay offered her a ride home. Initially refusing, she relented upon realizing the lateness of the hour.

Exhausted from the day, Sora unintentionally succumbed to sleep during the journey. Parking in front of her home, Jay noticed her slumbering form, prompting him to lower the radio volume.

Admiring her, he marveled at her perfectly sculpted face, acknowledging her external beauty while pondering the enigma of her inner self. She wasn't his usual type, as he favored women who treated him kindly.

His fingers hovered near her face, a fleeting desire to brush away the strands that fell delicately on her features.

Regaining control over his impulses, he retreated to his seat, lightly slapping his cheeks as if to snap out of a reverie. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he muttered.

The car honked, jolting her awake from her slumber. Startled, she glanced around, disoriented. "What... what happened?" she stammered, realizing she had inadvertently fallen asleep in his car.

"We're here already," Jay replied nonchalantly, not sparing her a second glance.

She stepped out, offering a bow and a polite "Thank you for the ride, Mr. Park."

He lingered until she safely entered her home. Observing from a distance, Sora murmured to herself, "At least he has bits of chivalry in him; he's not hopeless after all."

Amidst this moment, Jay's phone rang
"come to the company immediatly"

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