[CONTENTID1]Depression[/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2]Dong-wook got changed into his clothes just as he was about to leave for his rehearsal; whipping out his cell phone he dialed Yerin’s number, after the 3rd ring she picked up cheerfully.

“Hey Yerin,” He spoke as he sighed softly into the phone.

“What’s up, Dong-wook?” 

“Do you happen to be busy?”

“Not exactly, I’m just lounging around. What’s going on?” Yerin inquired. She had a strange feeling in her body that something might have been wrong. 

Dong-wook sighed heavily this time around meandering out of the back room, waving goodbye to Chanhyo and Haru, he walked out of the café and towards his car. “We had a mishap a little earlier today. Do you think you can drop by the house?” He sauntered into the car as he started up the ignition.

“Is Lin okay?” Yerin asked; worrisome perched upon her face. Not that Choi Dong-wook could see. “What happened? Please tell me she’s not alone,” However, her tone was evident that she was concerned; not as a therapist but as a genuine friend. 

"Did you not see the news articles?" Dong-wook asked putting in his Bluetooth and began driving to his destination. 

"What articles?" 

"I guess you didn’t see it after all.” Dong-wook slightly laughed. “There was an article floating around because I posted a picture on my Instagram proclaiming that I had a sister," he explained. Yerin sighed heavily knowing where this was going. 

"Got it, I'll head there now." 

With that, Yerin hurriedly hung up the phone placing her shoes on, not caring about getting dressed into more professional looking clothes, and she grabbing her purse and keys and ran out of her house; heading to the Choi resident household.

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When Yerin arrived at the house, she used her key that was inherited to her by Dong-wook and found the leader of MBLAQ, Seungho comfortably sitting on the couch with a Coca Cola in hand as he watched some Korean drama on the television. Lin was nowhere to be seen as Yerin glanced around placing her things on the table when she ambled into the living room.

"Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Yang," Yerin bowed at him. Seungho chuckled.

"Please call me Seungho," 

"I will do just that," Yerin announced. 

"So who are you again?" Seungho asked, curiosity getting the best of him. Why a pretty girl like Yerin would randomly have keys to the house; definitely knowing that she wasn't dating his Se7en hyung, but the thought of his hyung cheating on his current girlfriend, the lovely Gina Choi still crossed his mind. Yang Seungho, the witty man thought he was hilarious as he burst into loud rambunctious laughter.

"I'm not dating Dong-wook if that's what you think," Yerin laughed. "He's happy with Gina. I am actually Lin's personal therapist and have been for many years.”

"Ah, that makes sense!" Seungho murmured. "What's your name?" 

"Yerin," 

"Nice to formally meet you, looks like you already know who I am." 

"Sure do, since I work with an idol brother I feel the need to keep up with it as much as I can." Yerin explained as she averted her eyes towards Lin's bedroom door. "Is she in there?" 

"Oh," Seungho said narrowing his eyes on Yerin, exhaling softly. "Yes. She locked herself in there the moment we got back. She won't talk or anything," Yerin sighed as she was uneasy about Lin feeling the way she was. What worried the lovely therapist the most was the fact that Lin could be in her bedroom crying with her heart in a lot of pain.

"I'm worried about her," Yerin replied as she ran her fingers through her long black tresses. "I'll go check on her." 

"Good luck with that," Seungho spoke as he rose up from the couch. "I tried to get her to open up, but she wouldn't. But since she knows you, maybe she'll open it."

"If she doesn't, I have the key." Yerin explained while snickering, procuring Lin's bedroom key from her purse that sat on the table. 

"That's a good way." Seungho laughed. Yerin nodded as she sauntered towards Lin's bedroom and knocked on it several times calling after her, while Seungho stood behind her waiting ever so patiently. No answer. Yerin tried it again, and still there was no answer. She was going to take matters into her own hands. She placed the key in the keyhole and turned the door knob slightly and slipped inside as it was quiet.

Lin’s room was very spacious as it wa