By the time Heeseung returned for his second session, he felt a little less resistant. There was something oddly reassuring about Yoon Ah's straightforward attitude. She didn't treat him like a fragile celebrity, and for that, he was grateful.*
"So, how was your week?" Yoon Ah asked as soon as he sat down.
"Busy, like always," he replied. "Rehearsals, interviews, fan signings… you know the drill."
"Sounds exhausting," Yoon Ah said, jotting something down. "Did you do anything for yourself? Something fun?"
Heeseung snorted. "Fun? What's that?"
Yoon Ah leaned back in her chair, tapping her pen against her notebook thoughtfully. "That's not a good answer. Alright, new plan."
She stood up suddenly, leaving Heeseung baffled as she walked over to the corner of the room. When she turned around, she was holding a guitar.
He blinked. "What are you doing?"
"Music therapy," she said simply, strumming a few chords. "You're a singer, aren't you? Let's see if you can reconnect with the reason you started singing in the first place."
"You're insane," Heeseung muttered, though he couldn't help the small smile tugging at his lips.
"Maybe," Yoon Ah replied with a grin. "But humor me. Pick a song—any song."
After a moment of hesitation, Heeseung began to hum a melody. Slowly, he started singing, his voice hesitant at first but growing stronger with each note. As the music filled the room, he felt something shift within him—a flicker of the passion he thought he'd lost.
When he finished, Yoon Ah smiled. "See? You're more than just a puppet in the industry, Heeseung. Don't forget that."