Not a Kid - 01

Mc will be written as Y/N

tw: mention of abuse & harassment

★★★★★

1st person pov

"I hate this life." Caleb leaned his back against the plush couch of the waiting area, his face covered in bandages.

Fresh from his session with Zayne, his wounds are carefully cleaned and dressed, and his bruises feels at ease.

Caleb gained more bruises than usual and my mind is racing with concern for my childhood friend. I'm all too familiar with how his household works given my past experiences with him

I grew up with him. His family took me in when I was left alone in this world.

That's the time where I realized that his family isn't really the "picture perfect" one they show everyone they are.

Ever since Caleb's father invested in a scam business, leading to our downfall — that's where the physical and emotional harassment started. His parents were always drunk, hitting the both of us with anything they get their hands on.

They made the both of us work several part time jobs while studying for college. I remember being stressed since med school isn't a simple course.

His family made us take this course since they believed it's the best way to earn money. But Caleb didn't handle the pressure.

He ran away from home, leaving me alone in that terrible house for years.

..... but I've moved on from it.

I graduated and became a licensed psychiatrist in Akso Hospital along with Zayne. It's a waste that Caleb didn't finish college.

But a few years ago, he came back to his parents. He told them that he wants to continue med school. But we all know that medicine isn't his forte. It's his 4th year now in flight school and just one semester left and he'll graduate!

I let out a sigh before sitting beside Caleb, gently touching his visible bruises. I'm being careful so I wouldn't hurt him.

"Let me guess, Uncle found out that you took flight school instead of med?" I asked him, my eyes narrowing slightly as I studied his expression.

He nodded, subtly acknowledging my words while a smile lingered on his lips. His reaction has a mix of emotions, both sheepish and proud at the same time. Caleb always wanted to become a pilot.

Me and Caleb's conversation went on, but it was interrupted when a nurse hurried over to where we're sitting.

Her face is filled with urgency as she spoke, "Dr. Y/N, I know it's your break but we have a client who's requesting a psychiatrist that has the most experience with children."

"It's fine, my break's almost over anyway."

I turn to Caleb, signaling that I needed to leave.

He nodded understandingly, "I'll leave too. Bye, pipsqueak!"

I watched him go for a moment before turning to follow the nurse, who was waiting for me with the patient's files.

"room 143." She said briskly before hurrying off to her next task, walking off in a different direction to attend to her own duties.

I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the consultation ahead and made my way to where my patient is admitted.

As I entered the room, I was taken aback by the unexpected scene before me. Instead of a child, I saw two grown ass adults!

One with greyish-brown hair and the other with vibrant purple locks. The former man greeted me warmly, his expression obviously stressed.

"Thank goodness you're here, Doctor. This kid over there is glaring daggers at me." He said, gesturing towards the purple-haired man.

I raised an eyebrow as I met that man's gaze, his amethyst eyes sparkling with amusement. He looked far from childish. Or maybe...

"Does he perhaps have Peter Pan syndrome?" I asked the man who accompanied him, who's struggling to not burst out laughing.

With a sardanic tone, the purple-haired man chimed in, "Puh-lease, now you're diagnosing me without even asking me any questions. You and Thomas would make a great team."

His words were laced with sarcasm, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

"Rafayel, be serious for once." Thomas scolded Rafayel, making his way out of the room, "And go home by yourself, will you?"

Rafayel watched Thomas leave with a dramatic sigh, then turned to face me, resting his chin on his hand with a smirk.

"He thinks I'm crazy, you know?" He said casually, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just because I wanted to paint with my head upside down."

I blinked. "You... did what?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back into the chair like he was lounging on a velvet sofa.

"Art is not bound by time, doc. But apparently, Thomas is." He pouted. "He said I need help. Can you believe him? As if being dramatic is a crime."

Suppressing a smile, I moved to sit across from him, grabbing my notepad and pen.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm here to decide if you're legally insane or just-"

"-irresistibly charming?" He finished my sentence with a grin.

"-attention-seeking." I corrected with a raised brow.

He chuckled, eyes gleaming with a childlike glint.

"Touché."

The session went on, Rafayel switching between being cheeky and surprisingly insightful.

Beneath Rafayel's charm and sarcasm, I saw glimpses of someone who was just... lonely. Maybe misunderstood. But not crazy (mayyybe just a little bit).

As I wrapped up the session and began gathering my things, Rafayel stood and stretched dramatically.

"Well, that was somehow fun. Since you poked around my brain, it's only fair I get to poke at your taste buds. You need something sweet."

I blinked. What the hell is this man saying? Did I just meet a pervert? I regret thinking that he's fun to talk to.

"Excuse me?"

"Ice cream," He said with a grin, "my treat. You look like you need it. Or maybe I do. Either way, say yes."

Ah, so he was talking about ice cream. God, Y/N! You should schedule a deep clean for your mind!

But Rafayel's right, something sweet would be nice. Yet, I can't just go out since my break is over

I glanced at my watch and shook my head. "I'm still on shift."

He tilted his head. "So? Time doesn't exist when ice cream is involved, cutie."

"Nice try, Rafayel. But I really have to go," I said, already making my way to the door, "You don't want me neglecting mentally ill patients, right?"

"Alright, alright," He called out after me, waving lazily.

"Go be the responsible adult you are. But don't be surprised if the ice cream fairy visits you later. They might hold a grudge."

I rolled my eyes with a smile and stepped out with Rafayel, the door clicking shut behind me.

What I didn't see was Rafayel making his way to the waiting area with a sigh, checking the clock on the wall.

He wasn't going anywhere.

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The rest of my shift blurred by in a whirlwind of charts, patients, and caffeine. By the time I finally clocked out, the sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the hospital windows in hues of indigo and gold.

I stretched my arms over my head, rolling my shoulders as I walked out through the hallways, half-ready to crash into bed the moment I get home.

But then I saw him.

Sitting cross-legged on the waiting area while using his phone, Rafayel looked entirely out of place with his purple hair. He glanced up the moment he saw me, and his grin was immediate.

"Why is your shift so long?," He complained, standing up with that usual theatrical flair. "Are you working overtime or something?"

"Who are you, my boyfriend?" I asked playfully, trying-and failing - not to sound slightly amused.

"Well, I might be. Don'tcha think it'll be great?" He played along with my words, making me subconsciously smile.

"So, you waited here... this whole time?"

"Of course I did." He tilted his head, tone softening ever so slightly. "I want you to get to know me so you wouldn't miss out."

I stared at him for a beat, stunned into silence. For all his dramatics and flair, there was something almost... genuine. And that made it harder to refuse.

"It confused me. I hate waiting. Yet for you, I just... Haah, anyway. Let's go?"

I sighed, taking following Rafayel's lead. "Just one bite. Then I'm going home."

"One bite," he echoed with a grin, walking beside me. "That's all I need to make an impression."

I shook my head, smiling despite myself.

It was going to be a long (fun) night.

★★★★★

I'll try to finish this fanfic in a few weeks or more. I decided to make it short

Here's a friendly reminder: this fanfic will contain a mix of fluff and angst (but more on angst) and this might get hate for the next few chapters so please bear with me!

Anddd im also trying to convince myself to give this a happy ending. Orrr maybe not. I love bittersweet endings but ofc, for every rafayel girlie, I'll try my best to give this the happy ending they deserve

See you in a few weeks!