It’s been almost half an hour, but not even a single word has come out from his mouth. He stays still in that position too; hugging his knees close to his chest like a fetus in the corner of the room.

He buries his head completely face down –only his messy brunette hair can be seen, and refuses to even take a glance of the other man in a white coat with blond hair, who has been sitting beside him on the floor all the time, patiently waiting for him to speak.

“So, aren’t you going to tell me your name, at least?” The blonde man breaks the silence for the nth time, but still he gets no response. Honestly, there’s no need for him to ask such question. He already knows his name, even his background and medical records. But that’s not the point of the conversation he tries to build.

“Well then, maybe next time…” At last, the blonde man takes the clipboard he put besides him and stands up. He is about to open the door and leave the room when the long-awaited voice can finally be heard.

“Chanyeol,” he whispers.