And although the successful concert had felt incredibly good, it had been the prelude to the fact that they saw each other even less.

Minho made it to another concert near Seoul, but he couldn't be there at the concerts that were further away. Let alone accompany them to Japan.

They FaceTimed late at night when the concerts were over and Minho home from work, but Minho felt incredibly lonely.

Sumi tried to distract him with the preparations for the wedding and Jimin also often sat with them, but at night Minho lay in bed alone.

Actually, he had managed to process Jisung's kidnapping somewhat well with therapy, but the lonely nights took their toll.

The first days in Japan were over when the nightmares began to haunt Minho again.

But since he didn't want to burden Jisung with it, who definitely had to fight himself, Minho kept the nightmares to himself.

And although it was anything but easy for him, he called his therapist and made an appointment with her.

And although he saw his therapist almost every day from then on, it only got better when he could hold Jisung in his arms again.

Jisung, Chan and Changbin had to struggle with their own problems.

Jisung had noticed that Minho was not well, but since Minho had denied that he wasn't well, he could do anything to help him.

And although Chan and Changbin were by his side and they secretly slept in a bed every night, he missed Minho madly.

He missed his smell, his touches. Even the stupid jokes that Jisung usually couldn't laugh about.

They passed the time with an insane amount of training. Not only in the rehearsal room, where they went through the choreos again and again, but also in the gym.

And although Changbin in particular tried to hold him back, Jisung often trained until his body trembled and he fainted on most evenings and Changbin had to carry him to bed.

Chan and Changbin tried to stop him, but they could also understand that Jisung tried to escape the situation.

Which didn't mean that they weren't incredibly worried about him. But he didn't let them stop him either.

The concerts, on the other hand, were incredible successful, which ensured that they could forget everything else around them, at least as long as they were on stage.

And yet, when Jisung looked at the faces of their fans, Minho's absence was all the more noticeable.

"Have you ever tried it with a hobby?"

It was Thursday, which meant that Minho only had to wait three more miserously long days for Jisung to come back home.

"A hobby? No. Actually, I've never really had time for it until now. And apart from sports, I've never really been interested in anything," Minho answered truthfully to his therapist's question.

"What did you do for sports in your school days? If I remember correctly, you said that the sport was your escape from home at the time."

Minho nodded slowly.

"I danced. I was even really good and won prizes. But when I went to the military there was no time for it. And after that at the NIS there were even less free time. There were an incredible number of days when Jisung and I had seen each other maybe an hour before we fell asleep completely overtired. There was no time for a hobby."

His therapist looked at him thoughtfully.

"Minho, I would like to introduce you to a young man who is also in therapy here with us. If you agree, I would go and ask him if he is okay with that too."

Minho shrugged his shoulders. At some point, he had given up questioning his therapist's motives. Because although he had been very opposed to having a female therapist at the beginning, he had learned to trust her over time. At least a bit.

Smiling, Kira got up and left Minho behind. And if he was completely honest with himself, then he was a little curious about what was about to happen.

The door opened again and a young man with blue hair and freckles spread all over his face came in. Kira followed him, but remained a little at a distance.

Minho got up and bowed.

The blue-haired hurried to bow and then introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Lee Felix."

"Wow," for a moment Minho couldn't help but stare at him. This incredibly deep voice didn't fit the cute face at all.

"Lee Minho," he murmured and it was incredibly difficult for him to turn his gaze away from Felix.

"I heard you would like to start dancing?" Asked the blue-haired with a crooked grin.

"I... Uhm... let's say my therapist would consider it beneficial if I had a hobby that I could pursue."

"If you want, there would be a free place in my beginner's class on Friday evening."

"So tomorrow?"

Felix nodded. "If you give me your phone, then I can give you my number and then I will send you all the necessary information."

Minho pulled his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it and handed it to Felix.

"I would be happy if you'll join," Felix said with a smile, gave Minho his phone back and left the room.

"And what do you think?" Kira finally asked.

"That I will probably go there if it can be reconciled with work," Minho murmured and stared at the door that had fallen behind the blue-haired.

"Would you still like to have a session tomorrow or do we want to meet again on Monday?"

"I think Monday is enough."

"Well, then I'll see you on Monday. I wish you a lot of fun tomorrow," said Kira and said goodbye to Minho with a smile.

He was glad to have completed the therapy session more or less successfully and felt at least a little better when he left the practice.

And yet the thoughts about Felix somehow didn't leave him alone.

It was nothing extraordinary to meet someone with the same last name, especially if you lived in Korea.

But something about the blue-haired had seemed strangely familiar to him. He just didn't know what.

Lost in his thoughts, he drove home. He hardly paid attention to the road, but fortunately there wasn't really much traffic either.

Actually, he would've met with Sumi to discuss some details for the wedding, but somehow he didn't feel like it today.

He just wanted to hide in his bed and wait for Jisung to come back to his home on Sunday evening.

But he was curious about the dance class and how Felix would make himself as a dance coach.

It had been an eternity since he danced for the last time. Not even Jisung knew about it, because somehow there had never been the right opportunity to talk about it.

But since he knew very well that there was something like "muscle memory", he had great hope that he would remember at least a few basic things.

When he arrived home, he realized that he urgently needed to go and buy some groceries. The fridge was almost empty and he didn't feel like ramen without anything.

Sighing, he pulled his phone into his pocket and opened the delivery app.

When his pizza was finally delivered, he grabbed the box and went straight into the bedroom.

Actually, the golden rule of the apartment was still that food was eaten in the dining room. With exceptions, sometimes on the sofa, but they never ate in bed.

But Minho was neither feeling to sit alone at the dining table nor on the sofa. And the bed smelled at least a little bit of Jisung, Chan and Changbin.

He started Jisung's favorite anime, snuggled up in bed and ate the pizza.

Somehow the evening didn't feel quite as terrible as the previous ones and Minho was hopeful that he might be able to sleep through without nightmares.

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