Tugging on his white blouse, adjusting it on his shoulders, he paced up toward the room where he had been called. Shoe heels claping in rhythm on the cold hard marble ground. As always, all the stares were fixed on him. But he didn't care sparing them one. As always, whispers were about him. "Dr Oh is so handsome today!" "What are you talking about? He's always handsome!" "He should had been a model, not a psychiatrist! " "And he's so young! Only 21!" "People say he's a genius..." "Well he is. Not everyone can be an awesome psychiatrist at such a young age." "He looks so y in his white blouse!" "But..." Because there was always a "but". "He really has a face." He didn't hear anything for a second and understood they must be nodding in approval. "I've actually never seen him smile. Nor frown. Nor pout. Well he does blink. Sometimes. " "Some of the interns say it's a disease." He stopped listening at this point, internally smirking. Always the same song. He brushed his fingers through his hair, Shoving back the locks of his raven hair that were falling in his eyes. From afar, he could hear some high-pitched squealing coming from his female -and male- colleagues. Unconscious fan service. Suddenly, an arm wrapped itself around his broad shoulders and he felt a weight pulling him down a few inches so he could be the same size as his harasser. "Hey Sehun - ah!" Chirped the latter. "Baek." Aknowleged the other in a monotonous voice. The small psychiatrist throwed a punch at his friends ribs for the lack of emotion: "You could at least pretend to look happy to see me, you know? That's like basic manner." "But I am happy, Baek." The raven haired boy replied in a serious tone. Beakhyun glared at his friend for a second, and sighed: "Well it doesn't seem so. But I guess I should be used to it since you've been that way even in high school. I don't really care anymore." He then made an awkward ballerina-like spin on himself accompanied by a clumsy grand jeté, landing in front of Sehun who didn't seem the last bit moved by his friends foolishness: "I don't care, but other people do. So you should fix that bad habit of yours or else you'll end up dying as a maiden." He stated out poking at the concerned boy's chest. "You don't want that, do you? You know if I didn't have Chanyeol in my life I would be the first one personally helping you with getting rid of your ity, but I am a loyal boyfriend so I can't. If you want I do have some friends who might be interested but you'll probably just scare them away with your face so..." But Sehun shrugged him off, shutting his mind to his friends rumbling and continuing on his route. It took Baekhyun some seconds to notice that he was talking to no one: "Yah Oh Sehun! How dare you not listen to your best friend?" "Since when were we best friends?" The other asked nonchalantly. Beakhyun wrapped his arm around his friends neck, headlocking him: "Yah stop teasing!" But as he was way smaller than his friend, he looked just like a little kid clinging onto his big brother's neck, feet kicking in the air. Unbeknownst to the two, someone was watching them from afar, smiling warmly at the scene. *** "So, what do we have?" inquired Baekhyun unable to maintain his curiosity, jumping everywhere like a hormonal teenager -which he was still in his mind. He suddenly fel