Letters
Description
Looking at the mail box there was another one. The same letter, but each with a different meanings, Kyungsoo didn't know how to react.
Deciding to be happy he grabbed the mail and walked inside to his house, opening it his heart began to beat faster and faster.
Of course it was from him, from America.
It was always like this, telling him how the surgery was going and how the weather was like over there and that...he loved him.
Kyungsoo's hands began to shake as his eyesight began to blur. One drop of tear splashed on to the letter as the male closed his eyes.
"Byun Baekhyun you idiot...."
"I'll miss you, but I won't forget to write you a letter alright?
so....promise me
that if you ever found someone who you love more than me...
go to that person and forget about me.
When you do that I promise you that my letters will stop
and I'll let you go without any regret."
Foreword
"Chanyeol-ssi you're finally here!" One of the workers in the front desk ran over to the tall male with a smile, "and you got the bubble teas!" Not even letting him answer she took the bag and went over to the desk where the rest were. The tall man could only smile not even surprised by the action.
"So did I get any new clients while I was gone?"
Chanyeol asked as he grabbed one of the coffee flavored bubble tea and took a small sip. The woman who was sitting in front of the computer answering with a yes as she gave him a piece of paper.
"He seemed like a young male, probably from Exo High school by looking at his uniform." She informed as the others who were beside nodded.
As some might have known Chanyeol worked as a therapist, and a hell of a good one at that....in his opinion. Even when he was a stupid high schooler he himself was called the 'Happy Virus' since he was always there to listen to any kind of problems, in fact he loved to hear and try to help out. So now he was living the dreams.
While reading the paper he was given his smile turned in to a confused frown, looking at the reason why was because of....stress? And a school grade related one at that. A scowl was about to appear but thankfully he stopped it, again a sign of a pro if you ask him.
"This must be another prank." Telling the workers beside him he placed the paper at the glass desk. "I mean, needing a therapist just because of grade related stress? I mean bullying I guess but this is just stupid." Continuing the complaint he couldn't help it when at least half of his clients were bratty kids.
"Come on, I heard that students these days are getting a lot of stress from school so this sounds normal," one of the workers, Sehun told the whining therapist as he took a large sip of the drink.
"Yeah right," not even listening he rolled his eyes and decided to look at the name.
"Kim Jongin? I'm gonna remember that name for sure." Letting the other workers know he turned around and stomped away getting ready for his other clients.
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