Moments later, they sat together in the car, on the way to Minho's first therapy session and Jisung's third.

Jisung had meanwhile quite resigned to going to therapy and already knew Marc a little and knew that he would get along with him.

Minho, on the other hand, only now became aware of how terrible Jisung must have felt on the way to his first therapy session.

With a tortured smile on his lips, he grabbed Jisung's hand and held it tight.

"Take a deep breath, honey. Everything will be fine!"

Minho took a deep breath and almost had to laugh at Jisung's words. He had tried to calm him down with quiet similar words not so long ago.

And if he now saw how Jisung was much more relaxed, it was probably even foreseeable that it would work. That they would both manage to work on it. And process the experience.

But yet he still felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach.

Jisung gently stroked Minho's hand and watched him. He wished he could take away the terrible feeling that he knew very well that Minho was feeling. But he couldn't.

"I love you!" he whispered.

"I love you too baby!" Minho murmured and then continued to chew on his lower lip.

Finally, they stood in front of the practice, Minho took a deep breath and then got out of the car, even though he felt like he had to throw up every moment.

Seconds later, Jisung stood next to him, took his hand and gently pulled him with him to the practice.

Chan and Changbin looked after them for a moment and then drove back home.

~~~~~

Minho would have liked to turn around. He didn't feel like pouring out his problems in front of someone else. He usually handled his problems like Jisung. He tried to cope with it alone. Because similar to Jisung, he had to learn early to cope on his own. His mother had never been interested in his problems. He had to function and be presentable. She had never been interested in anything else.

Sighing, Minho followed the young therapist and wondered why he had just got a woman as a therapist.

Fate really made fun of him. Why couldn't he also get someone such as Marc?

But he had Chan's words in his mind and really wanted to try. So he took a deep breath and followed her.

"So Minho, sit down then ."

With a knot in his stomach, Minho sat down on the edge of the couch and looked around. The room was sneaky, but stylishly furnished and probably invited you to feel comfortable. - but he didn't.

"I am Kira, your therapist and I already know a little bit from the documents, but I would appreciate it if you would tell me why you are here."

Minho took a deep breath and tried to get rid of the feeling of having to throw up right away.

"Mainly because of my nightmares," he murmured.

Kira nodded and wrote something in her notebook and then looked at him waiting.

"And because of the kidnapping of my fiancé."

She nodded again and wrote something down and Minho would have liked to have ripped the notebook out of her hand. On the one hand to read what she had written down and on the other hand to bang it on her head.

Minho laboriously tried to control himself and took a deep breath in and out several times. It was not her fault that he felt a deep mistrust of women in general. That was his mother's fault and Minho knew that very well.

Nevertheless, it was incredibly difficult for him to get involved with the therapist now.

"And what would you like to start with. What do we want to talk about first?"

"Nothing at all!" Minho would have liked to have shout at her.

But he pulled himself together.

"Do you want to tell me what happens in your nightmares? Then maybe we can find out together where the dreams come from."

Kira smiled at him encouragingly.

Minho sighed again and gave himself a jolt. He had come here to move forward and not to stop.

"It doesn't always start the same way. Sometimes I am at home in our apartment, sometimes at work or on the road. But in any case, I notice that Jisung is no longer there and start looking for him. And then I hear him calling for me and beg me to find him. Only that I can't always find him before I wake up..."

Minho had to swallow and had tears in his eyes.

"And did you still have dreams that went differently?"

"Not since the kidnapping. Either it's that dream in a modified form or I can't remember what I dreamed when I woke up."

Again, Kira wrote something in her notebook.

Minho suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and snort loudly.

~~~~~

Jisung, on the other hand, sat a few rooms further and was almost happy to see Marc again.

"Hello Jisung, nice to see you!" said Marc and let himself sink onto the armchair opposite him.

"Hello," Jisung said and smiled.

"Then tell me how your weekend has been and how you are doing, if you like."

Jisung nodded euphorically.

"I'm fine. I haven't had any nightmares in the last few days and my foster parents, whom we visited yesterday, why incredibly nice to me and it was really good to see them."

Marc smiled. . Even if he knew that the next topic would probably ensure that Jisung would no longer be quite as euphoric, but it was easier to get there when Jisung was in a positive mood.

"Put-in. That's exactly where we wanted to continue, isn't it?"

Jisung felt like he had to throw up right away, but he nodded.

"Yes... My father was an alcoholic and he probably also had aggression problems... And Chan's parents always took me in when it was unbearable at home," Jisung murmured, grabbed one of the pillows and pressed it to him.

"You said last time that you tried to suppress the past. Did that refer to your father"

"Partly, yes. Also everything else that happened almost by the way. The bullying at school and so on. It only got better after I switched to Chan's school. And my father died in a car accident."

"Chan seems to play an important role in your life."

"I love him," Jisung said without thinking about it and immediately slapped his hand in front of his mouth.

"Don't worry Jisung, everything you say here is confidential."

"Uhm, well... I love him. For everything he has ever done for me. And even more than that."

"Does your fiancé know about it?"

Jisung turned red and bit nervously on his lower lip.

"Uhm yes... we are together somehow."

For a moment, Marc looked at him confused.

"The three of you?"

Jisung blushed even more, if that was possible at all.

"Four... Chan's partner Changbin also," murmured Jisung

Marc raised his eyebrows in surprise, but almost immediately had his facial expressions back under control.

"Do we want to come back to your family again?"

~~~~~

It was a strenuous hour for both of them. And both were happy when it was finally over.

Hand in hand, they left the practice and preferred not to think that they would have to be back here in two days.

Even if they both very much hoped that it would help to come here. Nevertheless, it was sometimes really exhausting and painful.

Chan and Changbin were already waiting for them and Minho and Jisung sat in the car in silence and cuddled up to each other.

Chan didn't have to ask where they wanted to go. He drove home. It was clear to him that the two needed closeness right now. And love and affection.

Minho and Jisung didn't even really notice how they drove home. Before they knew it, they lay snuggled up in bed, Chan and Changbin behind them.

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