Guys I'm back... I had a bad writers block and it took me long to overcome it. As you can tell.
But for now I have eight written chapters and hopefully I'll get to write some more and go back to upload daily.
So sorry it took so long but I hope you are still here to read the new chapters. Love you guys.

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When they left the building, Jisung was surprised by a waiting Jimin. He stared at him for a moment and then looked at Minho with raised eyebrows.

"I can hardly drive a car myself. And since you don't have a driver's license and I wanted to let Chan and Changbin sleep, I called Jimin when you got dressed."

Still a little uncertain, he took Minho's hand and let him drag him to the car.

"Agent Lee, it's at your service!"

This relaxed the mood a bit and all three had to laugh. Minho opened the car door for Jisung and after he was sitting in the car, he ran around it and sat down next to him.

Jisung was unusually calm and stared out of the window. Minho stretched out his hand and carefully put it on his leg. He didn't want to put pressure on Jisung. But he couldn't help him himself either.

Jisung put his hand on Minhos and smiled at him a little. Between them lay the documents from the hospital and Jisung's gaze darkened when it fell on it.

He had little desire to go through all the details of his kidnapping again. Even if he knew that only that would help him. Because although he was really good at suppressing memories, they broke out again at the most inappropriate moments.

On the one hand, it seemed to him that the kidnapping was a long time ago, on the other hand, it sometimes felt as if the fingers of the creep were still lying on his skin. As if it was only yesterday that Minho had found and saved him.

The ride passed far too fast and when Jimin parked in front of the chic building where the practice was housed, Jisung felt panic rising.

"Everything will be fine, baby! Take a deep breath in and out!"

Minho looked him in the eye and showed him how to breathe. For seconds, Jisung was too caught in his panic, but then he followed Minho's instructions and took a deep breath.

"Thank you for driving Jimin! As far as I know, the appointment should last an hour. If-"

"I said I'll drive you home. No matter how long it takes."

Minho smiled gratefully at him, but felt a little guilty because Jimin spent his day off waiting for them.

"But it's your day off... you certainly have better things to do than waiting for us all the time..."

"Lee Minho, get your butt out of my car and take your fiancé to the practice! He looks like this unnecessary discussion is not the most suitable thing for him right now. See you in an hour!"

Minho swallowed his answer when he saw that Jisung had clenched his hands into fists.

Finally, Minho got out, ran around the car and opened the door to Jisung.

"Come baby, let's go in. It won't get easier if we stay in the car even longer."

Jisung hesitantly stretched out his hand and let Minho pull him out of the car. He took a deep breath and then entered the building hand in hand with Minho.

After registering, they had to wait a short moment, but shortly afterwards Jisung was picked up by a young psychiatrist, while Minho was asked to wait.

Sighing, he looked after Jisung and let himself sink back onto the chair.

Together with the young doctor, Jisung entered the treatment room, which did not look like one at all.

A brightly covered couch with several different colored cushions stood on a wall, an armchair with the same cover stood opposite.

"Sit down Jisung."

Uncertain, Jisung settled down on the couch and looked around.

"I'm Marc, your doctor and for today I would suggest that we get to know each other first, if you agree."

Jisung nodded hesitantly.

"What am I supposed to talk about?" he asked uncertainly.

"What you want about. How are you or who accompanied you here today. Or why we are here. We start right where you would like to talk about."

Jisung knitled nervously on his fingers and then finally took one of the colored pillows and pressed it against him.

"I... my fiancé came along. I probably wouldn't even be here without him."

"What do you mean?"

"I... usually I try to solve my problems alone.... He helped me to understand that everyone needs and deserves help.. But... that's only half. He... he found me after I was kidnapped..."

Nervously, Jisung pressed small dents into the pillow and immediately smoothed them again.

"You seem to trust your fiancé very much."

That was the moment when Jisung's eyes began to shine a little again.

"Yes. Minho is a wonderful person. Not only is he the most reliable person I know, he is also incredibly loving and considerate."

A slight smile appeared on Marc's face. He had managed to make Jisung thaw a little and wasn't quite as nervous anymore.

Minho, who sat a little away in the waiting room, was far from sure if it had been a good idea to come here.

Jisung had looked so insecure and slightly panicked when he followed the young doctor.

But at least he had not stormed out of the treatment room so far, which Minho recorded at least as a small step forward.

Nevertheless, time seemed to pass painfully slowly.

He tried to deal with his phone, but that didn't really help either.

Sighing, he closed his eyes for a moment.

But that didn't help either. He was about to get up and run nervously up and down when his phone began to vibrate.

His mother called.

He declined the call and put the phone back in his pocket. He knew that his mother was worried and he should urgently call her back, but at the moment he had no time for it.

After what felt like an eternity, Jisung finally came back to him. He was not dissolved in tears, but he didn't look happy either. His face was difficult for Minho to interpret.

But before Minho could hug him, his doctor turned to him and took him aside so that Jisung could not listen to their conversation.

"Agent Lee, I read the file from the hospital and noticed that you were the one who found Jisung. This was certainly also a traumatic experience for you. I don't know to what extent you get psychological support from the NIS, but I would offer you to refer you to a colleague from our practice if you feel the need to talk to someone about what happened."

Minho nodded thoughtfully. "This is a friendly offer. I will think about it."

"Do that and let me know next time."

Minho nodded and said goodbye to the doctor with a slight bow.

Immediately afterwards, he returned to Jisung in the waiting room and pulled him into his arm.

"Can we go?" he asked and Jisung nodded.

They sat next to each other in silence while Jimin drove them home.

Once there, they thanked Jimin, who waved off smiling and assured them that he was always there for them.

Arm in arm, they waved after him and finally went in.

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