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As the therapy session commenced, Jay shared tender fragments of his childhood and the intricate bonds he held with his fellow band members.

Sora, with pen in hand, admired the genuine admiration, love, and respect that threaded through Jay's stories. Each detail, meticulously recorded, became a testament to the profound connections that shaped his identity.

Amid the conversation, Jay's phone disrupted the tranquility. The manager's call echoed through the room, prompting Sora to nod, granting him permission to answer. The initial confusion etched on Jay's face morphed into pure happiness as he engaged in the conversation.

"I'm allowed to finally perform again," he announced, a burst of joy radiating from him.

Sora couldn't help but respond with a genuine smile, genuinely happy for him. However, as the celebratory moment lingered, a flicker of something unresolved crossed her mind, adding a subtle layer of complexity to the room.

"It's a relief to hear, but we need to address your stage anxiety," Sora gently suggested, noting the swift departure of joy from Jay's face.

The mention of his career was met with a momentary pause, as if the weight of unspoken stories and challenges settled upon Jay's shoulders.

Sora, ever the empathetic listener, encouraged, "Why don't you tell me about your career?" Hoping to unravel the layers that composed the intricate melody of his journey.

"The thing is, fame... it came so abruptly. I understood what it means to be famous, but I was scared too," Jay trailed off, lost in the maze of his own thoughts.

Sora, sensing the weight of his reflections, gently broke the silence, "Mr. Park, you were put under strict rules. How did you deal with such pressure?" His head lowered, battling with his inner demons, Jay appeared submerged in a storm of contemplation.

"For me..." he began, his eyebrows furrowing. Scratching the nape of his neck and scrunching his nose, he locked eyes with Sora. "I just kept blaming myself. That's what I did—inflicting pain on myself was the only thing I could control." The admission hung heavy in the air, revealing a vulnerability that echoed the complex struggles behind the façade of fame.

"Have you tried talking about this to anyone else? I mean, if you'd tell the world about your mistreatment, they would cry for you," Sora inquired, her voice laced with genuine concern.

Jay sighed, running his fingers through his hair, a gesture of frustration. "In my case... I can't voice out my opinions," he admitted, the weight of his vulnerability visible in his eyes. Sora observed the struggle within him as he grappled to organize his thoughts, a battle to keep the haunting memories at bay.

"When I did speak up about my opinions... the system wasn't going to change," he confessed, the somber reality of the industry's constraints echoing through his words.

He chuckled bitterly before adding, "You know, nobody ever told me, 'Make your own choice' or 'It's up to you.' I am, indeed, a puppet." Laughter turned into tears as the weight of his realization sank in. Sora, letting go of her professional facade, moved to embrace him, providing a moment of solace in the midst of his emotional storm.

As the therapy session came to a close, Sora reflected on the depth of vulnerability Jay had revealed.

This raw, unguarded side of him was a testament to the slowly growing trust between them. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that, within the confines of their therapeutic space, he had started to unveil the layers he had guarded so closely.

The journey toward healing had just begun, marked by a newfound understanding and the seeds of trust taking root.

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u guys prob think this is a filler chap but i still want to show u jay's mental health and hes dealing with everything.
btw the dialogue is from sulli's doc it was the closet i could get to understand idols' struggles