By all accounts, Dr. Kang Tae-joon was a successful psychologist. He ran a private practice in a trendy district of Seoul, and while he wasn't a household name, his clients generally found his sessions helpful. Tae-joon prided himself on his empathetic listening skills and his ability to guide people to their solutions. He considered himself a rational man, grounded in science and the proven techniques of his profession.
That all started subtly shifting after a strange electrical storm rolled through Seoul one evening. Tae-joon had been working late, the only one left in his quiet office. A particularly violent flash of lightning had illuminated the room, followed by a strange tingling sensation that ran through his body. He'd dismissed it as stress, a lingering effect of a long day.
The first sign that something was different came during his next session with a long-term client, a young actress struggling with anxiety. Tae-joon found himself focusing intently as she spoke, not just on her words, but on an almost palpable undercurrent of longing beneath her nervousness. Without consciously intending to, he'd found himself suggesting, his voice taking on a slightly different cadence, a deeper resonance, "Perhaps… perhaps what you truly desire is to feel completely at ease, to crave the spotlight, to find comfort in the attention."
The effect had been immediate and startling. The actress's eyes had glazed over for a moment, her breathing becoming deeper. When she blinked, a serene smile had replaced her usual anxious expression. She'd simply nodded, a sense of profound agreement washing over her. The rest of the session had proceeded with an uncharacteristic calmness and a newfound confidence radiating from her.
Over the next few weeks, similar incidents occurred with other clients. Tae-joon would find himself uttering suggestions, almost instinctively, his voice taking on that strange, compelling quality. His clients, ranging from stressed office workers to struggling artists, all seemed to experience a remarkable shift during their sessions. They left feeling unusually content, their anxieties eased, often expressing a newfound clarity about their desires – desires that seemed to align perfectly with Tae-joon's subtle suggestions.
Word began to spread. Clients raved about Dr. Kang, describing his sessions as "transformative" and "strangely fulfilling." His practice, once moderately successful, exploded. His waiting list grew exponentially, filled with people eager to experience his unique form of therapy. Soon, whispers about the "miracle doctor" started appearing in online forums and then, inevitably, in the Korean media. Tae-joon found himself the subject of intrigued articles and even a few television segments, his calm demeanor and the glowing testimonials of his clients captivating the public.
Tae-joon himself was both fascinated and slightly disturbed by these developments. He started experimenting in private, focusing his intent, trying to replicate the effects he seemed to be having on his clients. He found that by focusing his thoughts and speaking with a certain conviction, his voice taking on that resonant quality he'd noticed, he could indeed influence the desires and even the immediate moods of those around him. It wasn't a forceful command, but rather a subtle, irresistible nudge in a particular direction.
He began to understand the true nature of the power he had unknowingly acquired: the ability to subtly manipulate the desires of others, to make them crave certain feelings, certain experiences… perhaps even a certain person. The implications were staggering, and a new kind of curiosity, tinged with a growing sense of intrigue, began to bloom within Dr. Kang Tae-joon. His practice was booming, his name was becoming known, and he held a power that could unlock the deepest yearnings of the human heart. He knew, with a thrill that both excited and unsettled him, that his work was about to become a lot more… personal.
Dr. Kang's burgeoning reputation had begun to attract attention from circles he never anticipated. Whispers of the psychologist who could seemingly unlock hidden contentment and desires even reached the ears of the demanding K-pop industry. Mina, a member of the globally famous girl group TWICE, found herself increasingly overwhelmed by the pressures of fame and the constant scrutiny. While outwardly composed, a deep-seated longing for something more, something intensely personal, often gnawed at her.
Through hushed recommendations from stylists and industry insiders who had either been clients themselves or knew someone who had, Mina learned of Dr. Kang Tae-joon. His name was spoken with a mixture of awe and secrecy, his methods described as unconventional but undeniably effective. Intrigued and desperate for a genuine escape from the relentless spotlight, Mina, using a discreet alias, managed to get in touch with Dr. Kang's clinic.
The day of Mina's appointment arrived, casting a palpable buzz over the usually calm atmosphere of Tae-joon's clinic. His small team of receptionists and assistants was practically vibrating with excitement. Though sworn to secrecy regarding the identity of their high-profile client, the hushed whispers and furtive glances were impossible to ignore. Mina's manager, a stern-faced woman in dark sunglasses, had arrived first, meticulously checking the waiting area for any potential breaches of privacy before giving the all-clear.
When Mina finally walked through the door, even Tae-joon, usually so composed, felt a slight flicker of surprise. Despite the casual disguise of an oversized hoodie and a baseball cap pulled low over her eyes, her ethereal beauty and unmistakable aura were immediately apparent. The receptionists, trying to maintain their professional demeanor, exchanged wide-eyed glances. Today was certainly not going to be a typical day at the clinic. Dr. Kang, observing the subtle commotion, knew this session had the potential to be very interesting indeed.
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