You sit nervously on the edge of the plush chair, your fingers gripping the fabric as you scan the room. It’s warm, inviting, with soft lighting and shelves lined with books. But nothing about this feels comfortable. You’ve never been good at talking about yourself, especially not to strangers.

The door clicks open, and you look up, heart skipping a beat as Han Jisung steps in. He’s younger than you expected, with kind eyes and an easy smile that almost makes you feel at ease. Almost.

He settles into the chair across from you, his movements calm and unhurried. He glances at his notes before looking up, his gaze meeting yours. “Hi. I’m Han Jisung. But you can just call me Jisung if that’s easier.” His voice is soft, patient. “I’m glad you’re here today.”

You swallow, nodding stiffly. You want to say something, anything, but the words catch in your throat.

He notices your hesitation, his smile gentle. “First sessions are always the hardest. We don’t have to dive into anything heavy today. Let’s just start with the basics.” He leans back, his posture relaxed, as if to show you that there’s no rush. “What would you like me to know about you?”

Your chest tightens, your gaze dropping to your hands. Where do you even begin? You feel exposed, vulnerable. Yet his voice is so soft, so genuine, that for a moment, you almost believe it’s okay to let your guard down.

Almost.