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⇛ God's Menu [Restaurant]
10:45am

Chan and Changbin had planned their time together at a restaurant not too far from the older's apartment, the innocence lingering in his eyes as he waited for his meal of high review completely contradicting the unrequited feelings surfacing in the shorter's. So while that outing registered as a simple hang out in one's mind, it went down as a short date into the other's.

The older was surprisingly enjoying it more than he thought he would. He couldn't help but smile every time Changbin's eyes lit up whenever he spoke about something he was passionate about. And Changbin couldn't help but blush evertime he noticed the intense, seemingly meaningful stares from the latter.

"Anyways, I think we should go now," Changbin giggled as he interrupted their conversation, doublechecking the time on his phone. "I don't want you to be late. You're already making so much progress," he looked down with the lie, sighing before standing from his seat. "And since you left your car home today, would you want me to wait for you? You know, and then I could drop you home or something?" He questioned softly, blushing even harder when Chan's arm slightly brushed his upon standing.

"Sounds like a plan," the older didn't hesitate to answer after placing their equal share of money on the tab then swiftly making their way out of the building. "There's a waiting room so that shouldn't be a problem."

All Chan could think about was the fact that he was most probably going to have two prosperous sessions that day— seeing that both his therapist and Changbin were readily available. He felt accomplished... but he still felt sick as he knew that the new therapeutic trend was gravely worsening his situation.

But Chan didn't know how to get better because the one serious, professional help that he sought didn't even know how to resist his advances to help him, and was only an encouragement to his sickening habits.

"I'll give you the directions," Chan spoke up again, smiling as he glimpsed at Changbin's reddening cheeks; he was so cute— a seductive yet almost upsetting kind of cute. The kind of cute that wasn't genuine— the kind of cute that would manipulate and use whoever it pleased. That kind of cute... but cute nonetheless.

"Just follow me and be cool, okay? It's just a clinic, and we'll be there for roughly an hour, so don't worry," Chan reassured the younger, rolling his eyes playfully when Changbin only chuckled at his affirmation.

"Chan, I'm fine. Why are you so nervous?" Changbin nudged the addict's shoulder, smirking when he saw the supposedly genuine emotions in Chan's smile; his smile was different, and Changbin almost thought that it was because of him.

But Chan's smile really wasn't different. The addict was just overwhelmed with joy at the fact that that the day had promised two exceptional slots for guilty yet utter fulfillment of his sinful desires. "It's nothing," he muttered with a subtle yet noticeable chuckle. "Let's go."

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⇛ M&J Psychology Clinic
10:50am

Chan walked in first, snickering teasingly at the way Changbin was walking so nervously behind. "Felix," he greeted, winking joshingly at the secretary. "Good morning. Can I go in?" His attempt to keep a more civilized approach with the employee in the presence of his new friend was rather obvious, so Chan couldn't help but douse in confusion when Felix didn't even look at him. He felt bad when Felix didn't smile at him, or at least shoot a disappointing glare in attempt to block out his usual teasing gestures.

Chan could see the level of Felix's gulp through his throat as the blonde still gazed steadily behind the even more bewildered patient. Felix didn't show emotion— or if he did, Chan definitely couldn't recognize those emotions.

The eldest turned on his heels in hope to see who or what the secretary was so focused on, only to be met with an equally flustered Changbin. "Did I miss something?" He asked with evident concern, brows furrowed as he fought to understand the clearly uncomfortable reunion. "Changbin, is everything alright?"

Changbin gulped before speaking, forcing to keep his eyelids open in attempt to withhold those tears of guilt that he had locked up successfully until then. "C-Chan," he mumbled, looking down to let a heavy teardrop fall freely onto a tile. "He's the guy I told you about," he muttered lowly, still keeping his head down. "C-can I go?"

"Wait, wait, wait." Chan shook his head, now glaring at the secretary with wide eyes, a finger outstretched to his direction. "Felix was the guy that hurt you?" He tilted his head at the youngest, eyeing Felix with disgust. To him, it all started to make sense then as his senses finally matched the voice of the stranger on Changbin's phone to the secretary's— Felix really was Changbin's ex.

But Chan didn't know why he was reacting like that— so protective of the guy he had just met. Maybe it was because out of the two people he had started caring for, Changbin was the only one seemingly honest and worthy of his time— Changbin was the only one with a heart worth trusting.

"What do you mean I hurt him?" Felix stood up, glaring back at the older. "What, Christopher? Are you his new boyfriend? Is that what he fucking told you, I hurt him?" Felix almost yelled, but he honestly had it with Changbin's nonsense.

"Bin, repeat what you told me. And don't be scared, nobody can do anything to you because I'm right here," Chan growled, clenching his fist in attempt to control his rage— rage because he just didn't like getting yelled at or walked over. It's not like he wanted to be there defending Changbin, but he had to make his point, he had to take his stance. Additionally, Chan had never liked the idea of people using others and lying for their own benefits. How hypocritical, hm?

"I- Chan- Just forget about it," Changbin started sweating from anxiety. He knew that he dug his own pit, and it was not easy to climb out off. He knew that he was in the wrong and no matter what he said or did, Felix would speak the truth and ruin his already dwindling chances with Chan. "I-I think I'll go."

"No, Changbin, don't be scared-"

"You're suddenly not hurt, Changbin? C'mon. Tell me and your boyfriend what I did to you. But afterwards why don't you tell your boyfriend how you were the one who fucking left me because I didn't want to have fucking sex with you, Changbin?" Felix couldn't keep back the tears as he fumed, shivering under the rush of his own anger.

Expectantly, all that racket in the front had sounded its way to the therapists, drawing both men out of their respective offices.

"What the hell is going on here?" Minho questioned the three sternly, sighing out of relief upon realizing that there were no other patients to witness the scene. "I don't know what the problem is but you three need to realize that this is a medical clinic, and you can't sort out your problems in the section where people go in and out, especially not like this," he shook his head and walked over to console a now sobbing Felix. "Now, Christopher, since we're now on your session's time and you seem so involved, do you want to use part of it to sort this out?" Minho asked genuinely, glancing at his uncomfortably silent boyfriend. "And Felix, if that happens you could lock the door until we come back out. It's a risky thing for business, but your situation seems serious and it's the least I can do."

Chan hesitated to answer, thinking over how he would miss the meeting that he was looking forward to for the entire weekend just to sort out some personal problems with two people he hardly knew. But at the same time, he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

He wanted to know if Changbin was really friend worthy. And the sight of how Felix was sobbing continuously into his boss' arms had touched Chan. It had touched the sex addict in a way that nearly unmasked one of his emotions— for a second there he looked at Felix and didn't even get the urge to picture the boy naked...

Strange.

-

"Okay so why don't we start of with you, Chan. Since you heard part of each side of the story," Minho started, trying hard to ignore the tension between him and his boyfriend on the opposite side of the couch as they studied the three in-front.

"Um, well Changbin and I met not too long ago," Chan started, biting his lip as he thought. "And he was broken at the time, told me how his ex had left him just because he's a bottom," he glared at Felix. "Changbin's a nice guy, and he deserves better." Chan surprised himself with each statement he made. He never knew he could become so protective of something or someone he potentially cared for. "But today, Felix is giving a different story that I don't necessarily want to believe."

"Felix, go ahead," Minho ordered, noticing how Felix was fighting to contain his rants. "Tell me your side."

"Look, I don't know why this had to reach so far," Felix sniffled. "I had just gotten over Changbin, and as much as I was shocked when he came in, I wasn't planning on having any conversation with him," he glared at the older. "Changbin walked out on me because I wasn't willing to have sex with him until I was comfortable. And I think he maybe even cheated on me too."

"Hm," Minho nodded, giving Jisung a side eye as he heard the word cheated. He wondered if cheating was a reason for Jisung's new prolonged attitudes. "Changbin, your turn."

Changbin gulped, looking at Chan blankly. He couldn't lie. There was no use in lying. "I-I- Um- well. C-Chan, you see," he couldn't help but stutter. "I'm sorry. I wanted you to see me as a different person, because I like you, Chan. I like you and you're the first person I've been able to comfortably have sex with. I like you so much that I legit haven't had sex with anyone else since I met you," he met Chan's gaze, pouting his lips when he saw disgust forming on the older's face— it made him sort of, sort of angry. "But Chan, you know that you don't have any fucking say, right? You're the sex addict. We're no different."

"Changbin, are you freaking serious? First of all, that was private, and secondly, I am not in a relationship so I am not some pathetic cheater. If anything, you're the one with the problem," Chan snapped back, sending threatening glares to the other.

"Christopher? You're a sex addict?" Felix was dumbfounded by the new knowledge. That would explain the constant cringe-worthy teasing, right? "Is that why you're taking therapy?"

Chan nodded softly, ashamed that the second person he was willing to about for was now aware of his problem, and would most likely do everything to avoid him. "But I'm getting better, I promise," he lied, noticing the sigh from Jisung as he completed his sentence.

Changbin only rolled his eyes and scoffed at the evident level softness between his crush and ex-boyfriend. It disgusted him how the sex addict of a Chan he knew seemed so genuine with the secretary. And Changbin couldn't stand that. "I have to go," he muttered, already making his way out. "But Chan just remember, I like you. And I won't just give you up like that," he smirked mischievously as he left, not missing the chance to shoot a middle finger at Felix.

"I-I really didn't know he was like this..."