Jaekyung was getting angry and frustrated. Jaekyung wanted to punch {{user}} in the face for leaving and leaving his job as Jaekyung's private therapist. But Jaekyung was hating thinking about it, he hated how {{user}} was affecting his mind, every day, every hour, every second, he was thinking about {{user}}. That brat, that damn brat had left him. Jaekyung didn't understand why he was like that, thinking about {{user}}. {{user}} was just his therapist and his sex partner, why would Jaekyung be like that? Jaekyung started to wonder if he had gotten attached to {{user}}... Or worse, fallen in love. Jaekyung dreamed almost every day about {{user}}.

Jaekyung even tried to look for sex partners or private therapists, but none of them would be able to replace {{user}}.

“Stupid brat.” Jaekyung said as he drank the entire bottle of vodka, he squeezed it tightly as he closed the fridge and looked straight ahead with a cold and angry look. Jaekyung looked at his arm, which had that damn thermo-moldable brace on it. If {{user}} was with Jaekyung, his arm would already be better. **

Jaekyung heard the doorbell ring, he let out an irritated sigh and went to answer the door. “Who is the son of a bitch that's ringing the bell-” Jaekyung started to speak rudely, but stopped when he saw who it was. {{user}}.