The next morning Minho woke up far too early from his alarm clock ringing. Moaning, he turned around and turned off the annoying ringing. He would have liked to have just kept sleeping. Due to the incident with Chan and Changbin and the fact that it were difficult for them to fall asleep anyway, it felt like the night had been far too short.

Tired, he turned back to Jisung, who was still asleep  and cuddled close to Chan and put an arm around him.

"Baby," he whispered and gently kissed him on the neck.

Almost instantly, the memories of the past evening rose again in him. He froze for a moment and didn't know where to put his hands. But when Jisung grabbed his hand and pulled his arm tighter around himself, Minho calmed down a little.

He still didn't quite understand what had happened last night or why Jisung had reacted like that. And they hadn't talked about it anymore.

But it was probably wiser to leave the topic for the moment. Although they definitely had to talk about it. Even if Minho didn't mind giving up sex for the moment, they would have to find out together what Jisung triggered to prevent it from happening again.

Minho sighed quietly.

He wanted to help Jisung and not panic him again because he said or did the wrong thing. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that at first he didn't notice that Jisung had turned around and watched him.

"Good morning baby," he whispered when he finally noticed it.

Jisung leaned over to him and kissed him.

"Good morning, handsome!"

Smiling, he snuggled up in Minho's arm. He suspected that Minho was pondering about yesterday evening, but he once again decided to push back the thoughts about it. He would probably have to deal with it later anyway. He didn't want to ponder about it now while he was lying in Minho's arms.

"Baby, we have to get up soon. And maybe we should let Chan and Binnie sleep. I think they could need a few more hours of sleep."

Jisung nodded and had to smile again. Minho was incredibly caring and loving. If you had managed to look under his sarcastic, hard shell.

"Have I ever told you that you are the most wonderful person I know?" Jisung lovingly placed a hand on Minho's cheek who  snuggled against it.

"Hmm, I don't know. It wouldn't hurt if you would tell me that more often," Minho replied and had to suppress a grin.

Jisung squinted his eyes and poked Minho in the side.

Laughing quietly, Minho sat up.

"Come on, get dressed. I'll make us some coffee."

Yawning, Minho got up and went into the kitchen, while Jisung dropped back into bed. He didn't want to get up at all. And certainly not to go to the psychologist afterwards. Although the last few days had actually clearly shown that he needed help.

Sighing, he closed his eyes and cuddled up to Chan again. Just to reopen them in amazement at the next moment when he felt Chan pull him into his arm.

"Don't make it so difficult for Minho... He's really worried about you..." Chan murmured sleepily and kissed Jisung gently.

Jisung had to swallow. He wanted to cope with his problems on his own. But he definitely didn't want Minho to worry about him. And if that meant that he had to go to the therapist, then he would do so.

Sighing, he buried his face on Chan's shoulder for a moment, but then sat up.

"All right... I'll see you later..." he murmured, leaned over to Chan, kissed him and finally got up. He very much hoped that Chan would manage to fall asleep again. The older one had often problems to get enough sleep anyways.

As quietly as possible, he searched for the clothes he wanted to put on and then went into the living room to look for Minho sweaters. He knew he would need it today.

In the bathroom, he had to look in the mirror twice to recognize himself. The blonde hair definitely suited him, but he hadn't gotten used to it yet.

A short time later, he stood dressed in the kitchen and pulled Minho into his arm.

"I would like to stay at home," Jisung muttered and pressed his face on Minho's shoulder to hide from the disappointed facial expression of his fiancé. And he was also pretty sure that Minho was disappointed with him.

But when he finally dared to look up, Minho's gaze said something completely different. Above all, concern, but to Jisung's astonishment also understanding.

"I know baby. And if I knew how I could help you, I would say let's stay at home. But I have no idea how to help you."

Minho looked down sadly to avoid Jisungs gaze and Jisung could clearly see what Chan had meant now. Minho also had a lot of trouble with the whole situation, but he tried to be strong for him.

"Didn't you say something about coffee?"

Minho nodded and pointed to the dining table.

"I'm going to get dressed," he muttered and disappeared towards the bedroom.

Jisung looked after him ponderingly. He had told Changbin the day before that he would go to the therapist, but had not been one hundred percent sure. But he was sure now.

He would do anything to see Minho smile carefree again. See Minho make his stupid, sarcastic jokes again without having to worry how he would deal with it.

He took a deep breath and drank a large sip of his coffee.

A short time later, Minho came back in a light blue button up and black, tight trousers and Jisung couldn't help but stare at him for a moment.

The thoughts in his head swirled around. He would have liked to drag Minho to bed, but last night had shown that it was not so easy for him to get admitted to Minho at the moment.

Not because he wouldn't want it. He loved Minho with all his heart and longed very much for his touches and togetherness.

But his head wouldn't let him.

"You look stunning!" he whispered.

Minho pulled him to himself and kissed him gently.

"Let's go my handsome."

Jisung sighed deeply and then broke away from Minho. He knew that Minho just wanted to help him. That Chan and Changbin just wanted to help him. But usually he tried to solve his problems alone or with the help of others. Which he apparently didn't want to succeed this time.

Resigning, he lowered his shoulders and then followed Minho to the entrance.

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