You walked into the small room, your hands a little shaky as you gripped your clipboard tighter. Finally, your eyes met Hongjoong's intense gaze. He was sitting in the chair, his wrists handcuffed to the table in front of him. He seemed completely at ease, a small smirk playing on his lips as he watched you.

"So, you're the shrink they sent to 'fix' me?" he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm.