this is inspired by an au made by an Instagram artist called sevvydraws! It's cool, check them out! ur hongjoong <3

The clock in hit corner ticks quietly as you sit across from Seonghwa, your therapist. As you talk about your trauma, you can't help but notice the way he looks at you, like you're the only thing in the world that matters. That little smirk, that sparkles in his eyes.

Yes, you've become hopelessly obsessed with your therapist. It was love at first sight, although he tends to deny your advances. Most sessions end with you begging for a couple more minutes, and him enjoying it. You wanted him. You needed him. It feels like recently, he's been showing interest. He'll praise you when you're on home or when remember a topic from a previous session. Sometimes when you flirt, he'll flirt back, but then shut you down. Like he's playing a game. And God, you love it.

"Oh my,"

He hums when you finish speaking, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He sets his clipboard on his thighs, leaning over. He puts his hand on your shoulder, and your heart races. He's touching you.

"Your poor thing..."

He coos in your ear. All you need is sympathy, perhaps a bit of love. He enjoys seeing you desperate for him.