The next time Minho woke up, it was already bright outside. The others were still asleep and Minho stayed a moment longer in bed. Enjoyed the closeness of Jisung and Chan.

But finally he got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower and change the bandage on his shoulder and leg.

His leg almost didn't hurt anymore, his shoulder would still hurt quite a bit. But Minho felt the need of doing something. From sitting around and doing nothing, it wouldn't get any better either.

So he stood in the shower, let the warm water rain down on him and hung on to his thoughts.

He was really worried about Jisung, but didn't really know what to do.

Pondering, he first washed his hair and then the rest. He postponed brushing his teeth until later. He would need a cigarette first.

The experience of the night was still deep within him and did not let him go. He had never beaten Jisung before and really hoped never to have to do it again.

He quietly went back to the bedroom and put on comfy clothes. In the entrance, he grabbed his jacket and stood on the balcony.

The city below him was already awake and many people were walking around the area. Minho usually liked to look at the view, but today he just took a look down and then sat down on the bench that stood on the balcony.

He had just lit a cigarette when Chan came to the balcony and sat down next to him.

"Good morning, honey."

"Good morning," Minho muttered and leaned his head against Chan's shoulder.

In silence, Chan let Minho smoke the cigarette to the end and only then spoke about what was on his soul.

"Min, we have to do something because of Jisung."

"I know... it can't go on like this. What do you suggest?"

"Do you remember the doctor from the hospital? He certainly insisted not without reason that Ji went to a therapist. Maybe he has PTSD..."

Minho nodded worried.

"I will go look for the documents. Then hopefully we can make an appointment for him directly."

Chan nodded and together they went back to the apartment.

While Minho picked out the documents, Chan set about making breakfast.

Minho sat down at the dining table and tried to make an appointment with one of the therapists by phone for Jisung.

Which turned out to be quite difficult.

Most therapists had waiting lists of more than three months.

"What am I supposed to do with the stupid list if they all don't have time anyway," Minho cursed.

Chan came over to him, stood behind him and put his arms around him.

"Don't lose patience. One will have time for Ji!"

Minho grumbled, but nodded.

Smiling, Chan kissed him on the temple and went back to the kitchen, while Minho changed his tactics and introduced himself as an NIS agent on the next phone call.

Which had a direct effect.

"Of course, we have a place available for your fiancé Agent Lee! Would tomorrow morning around ten o'clock work for you?"

"That fits perfectly! I am deeply grateful to you!" Minho said with a sweet voice into the phone, while his facial expression said something completely different.

Chan watched him grinning.

"Agent Leeee," he said with a grin and playfully raised his eyebrows after Minho hung up.

"Christopher..." Minho said warningly as he slowly approached him.

"Yes, Agent Lee, whatever you say, Agent Lee!"

Grinning, Chan ran away from him. Minho could clearly see the glitter in the eyes of the elder.

"Chaaanniie will you stop now!?"

But Chan didn't think about it. Laughing, he ran further away from Minho, but had underestimated that the younger one was good at chasing people.

Moments later, Chan stood pressed against the wall and looked at Minho grinning.

He quickly leaned forward, kissed Minho and then wanted to dive over under the arm of the younger and run away again, but Minho had expected that. He intercepted Chan and pushed him back against the wall. But to Chan's surprises, he leaned against him and buried his face on the crook of his neck.

"Thank you for sleeping on my side. I really needed that..." Minho murmured quietly.

"At Any time!" Chan whispered back and hugged him.

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