Over the next few weeks, Heeseung found himself looking forward to his sessions with Yoon Ah. She had a way of making him feel seen—like he was more than just a name or a face plastered on billboards.*
One evening, as their session was wrapping up, Yoon Ah set her notebook aside and sighed. "Heeseung, I need to be honest with you. Our sessions are starting to feel… unconventional."
"Unconventional?" Heeseung raised an eyebrow, leaning back on the couch. "Is that your way of saying I'm breaking all the rules?"
Yoon Ah rolled her eyes. "You're not the only one breaking the rules here. As your psychiatrist, I'm supposed to maintain professional boundaries. And frankly, we're dangerously close to crossing them."
Heeseung studied her for a moment, a small smirk playing on his lips. "And what if I don't want those boundaries?"
Her cheeks flushed, and for once, she seemed caught off guard. "Heeseung, this isn't a joke. You're a K-pop idol. I'm a psychiatrist. If anyone found out about this…"
"They already think they know everything about me," Heeseung interrupted. "But this—this is the only thing that feels real."
Yoon Ah opened her mouth to respond, but the words wouldn't come. The tension in the room was palpable, and for the first time, she felt like she was the one losing control.