“Are you sure this is okay?” he whispered as I dragged him through the empty reception area at my shrink’s office. It’s funny, after that one moment of bravery this kid had, he was back to sheepish little Oh Sehun. It all turned ridiculous very suddenly, Namjoo and Bomi were “worried” about me, which I know for a fact was just an excuse for them to follow us. Sure, they were alright people, but they just interrupted an intimate moment like that, for no reason other than that they couldn’t keep their grimy fingers out of my business. Of course, they saw everything, and couldn’t contain their 12 year old reaction when things had settled down. They were two different degrees of 12 year olds, those quims; Bomi was the overexcited the world is still fresh and new kind of 12 year old, who still squealed at the tiniest bit of romance, and Namjoo was a 12 year old boy, not being able to contain her disgust and only becoming content after bombarding us with jokes and crude questions. Luhan was, well, he couldn’t have cared less. I knew that was soft as , though. I knew he would tell me he was happy or something the next time we were alone. 

Sehun and I hadn’t really solidified anything after that. I still didn’t know if I was anything other than his fake girlfriend. He really didn’t specify anything, since we didn’t have much time alone after that kiss. We had, however, agreed to spend the rest of the day together. Maybe, just maybe, we would admit how we felt about each other. Disgusting. The only thing getting in the way of Sehun and I’s mini-honeymoon-baby-making afternoon was a little nuisance by the name of Dr. Yang. 

“Yeah, it’ll be fine. I promise I’ll be like 10 minutes.” I said, leading him over to one of the couches and handing him an old magazine. 

“Aren’t these things supposed to be like an hour long?” I knew that question was less directed to me, and more directed to Dr. Yang’s regular secretary. I knew Sehun had absolutely no doubt that I didn’t give a about the requirements, and would leave when I very well damn pleased, but he was a smart kid, he knew there had to be some laws against that. 

“We gave up a long time ago.” Dr Yang’s secretary shrugged and continued typing. 

“Always wondered what the hell she’s always typing. Anyway, I’ll be back soon. Learn how to get two inches off of your waist in 12 easy steps or something.” I said, pointing at the magazine as I walked towards good ol’ doc’s office. I knocked lightly before stepping in. 

“Eunji-“ He began to say. 

“Miss Jung” I corrected him, taking a seat. 

“You’re a bit early today, that’s new.” He said, looking up from his papers and instead at his watch. 

“Yeah, well I kind of have things to do so I figured I’d just come early and leave earlier.” I shrugged. 

“You have to stay the whole hour, Miss Jung.” He said, attempting to be firm. 

“You can cut the formalities, doc. How long has it been since I’ve stayed the full hour? And besides, when I do stay the entire hour, we don’t even talk. What good is it to waste both of our time?” 

“I don’t think I should have been encouraging that behavior in the first place.” He said while taking off his glasses. He rubbed his temples, because obviously, I was a nuisance he was tired of dealing with. “I don’t think you’re getting anywhere with your problem, Eunji.” 

“Miss Jung.” I said again, sternly. 

“Rudely insisting that I treat you as an adult isn’t going to make me do it any sooner, Eunji.” He replicated my tone. 

“Is it about proving myself, now? Because if you want me to start treating you like a professional, you should start acting like one.” 

“You are in no position to judge my expertise, Eunji, I have dedicated much of my life to studying.” 

“I’m your ing patient, of course I have the right to question your expertise. I’ve been coming to your stupid office for over two years and I haven’t been getting any better.” I felt my face get hot. In the past few days, I hadn’t been angry. My face got red for different reasons, and anger wasn’t one of them. Perhaps it had been all of the days wasted without yelling or getting angry catching up to me, but I was starting to get furious, like I hadn’t been in a long time. 

“You haven’t been getting any better because that’