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⇛ Blueprint Apartments
9:45pm

"Changbin, what the fuck do you want?" Chan didn't hesitate to put up a defense, glaring at the shorter. "I can't believe that you have the guts to show up here after what you did." He reached to slam the door, but Changbin held it open.

"Just hear me out, Chan," Changbin pleaded, keeping hypnotic eye contact with Chan as the older stayed silent. "I'm a changed person, Chan. I've learned from my mistakes, and I'm sorry," he faked a sniffle, hand still pressed against the wood. "I just want to be friends, Chan. And I know that you wouldn't mind that."

Chan squinted, fighting the mental images and sounds of the session that he and Changbin could've had that night. "Changbin," he muttered, relocking eyes with the latter— his irresistible level of lust, getting the best of him. "Come in," he shifted for the younger, shaking his head at the smirk on Changbin's face.

It was uncontrollable desire, that Chan felt. As much as a small fraction of his mind wanted to resist, it was difficult, and he wasn't at that level of strength yet.

"Thanks," Changbin mumbled, already spreading his body along the couch. He knew exactly what he wanted that night. He knew that after their disagreement, there was no way that Chan would just let Felix be, so he came in attempt to re-clog the boy's mind. "Do you want me to prove it to you?"

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⇛ M&J Psychology Clinic
9:58am

Three more weeks flew by, and things weren't so different. Chan kept deepening his affair with his therapist to the point where their communication was no longer limited to the office anymore; Minho and Jisung kept growing further and further apart; Chan and Changbin met up a few times for their friendly sessions... and Felix started taking a liking into the addict.

Chan had planned another hang out with the younger after roughly a month of knowing him, and Felix didn't hesitate to agree. He was sort of excited for a second time out with his potential crush. Yes, potential, as there was a high chance of him sort of falling for Chan, but the constant warning from his friends and haunting thoughts about how many people chan had slept with, still kept Felix's feelings balanced.

It was Friday then, and Felix sat comfortably at his desk, smiling softly as patients came through and exited the building. But to say that Felix didn't sense the tension between the superior couple whenever they came through or went out together would be a lie, but he never questioned it because he thought it wasn't his place.

Felix checked his phone, smiling and blushing softly as he realized it was almost time for Chan's appointment— that the older could walk in any minute.

He stayed focus on his work, glimpsing up at the entrance every couple of seconds to see when the addict would come through... but 10am came, and there was still no sight of the older blonde.

"Maybe he's running late," Felix mumbled, brushing off the slightly dampened feeling. "I'm sure he wouldn't miss." He really did hope that the older would keep his appointment, especially as he wanted to confirm the timing of their hang out for the next day.

About ten minutes in... and Chan still wasn't there. "He-he isn't usually late," Felix mumbled, looking over the male's number on his file. It was strange as Chan came fervently to all of his previous appointments and gave no indication or explanation as to why he would be late, or not come at all. So Felix was concerned, however, he decided to let more time pass by before calling.

A half-hour in, and Chan hadn't shown up nor called to notify. Even Jisung peeped out of his office a few times from the absence of the addict. Yes, Chan had a history of skipping appointments in the past, but from his words and actions, it was clear that he was trying to make a difference.

When the time was completely up, Felix bit his lip nervously, sighing as he mentally read out the number repetitively. "Lunch time," he muttered, lightly shaking his body in attempt to regain complete focus. "I'll call him on my lunch break." He saved the contact on his personal phone, nodding and placing the device to the side before continuing his tasks.

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1:30pm

It was finally lunch time, and Felix paced the concrete in front of the building, patting his phone against his palm with every step. "You can do this," he muttered, finally settling. "It's just to make sure he's okay, it's honestly not that big of a deal."

He took a deep breath before pressing the call button, holding in the air as the phone rang the other line.

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⇛ Blueprint Apartments
1:34pm

"Who is that calling, Channie?" The older glared at the blonde, confused and a bit disappointed. "Don't they know that you're busy on month ends? Or don't you know that you have to keep your phone off during our time together?" He crossed his legs, biting and licking his lower lip teasingly. "You're all mine today, they should that."

Chan rolled his eyes, smirking at his superior's gestures. "It's just an unknown number," he declined the call, sliding his phone to the corner of the table. "I know that I'm all yours, Mr. Wang. I am very aware that something has to be done to cover my rent, and I'm really grateful that you are always willing to accept anything," he chuckled lightly, locking lust-filled eyes with the landlord.

"Good, now go get dressed so we can go on our little date, will you?" Jackson smiled sarcastically, leaning back into the dining chair as he observed Chan's every movement and expression. He knew that the boy didn't have a stable job and in could no way catch up with his rent every month, so he used that to his advantage. It wasn't necessarily his idea though, as Chan was the one who threw himself at the older a few months before when he couldn't cover his outstanding rent. It had turned into their new monthly routine, and Jackson had gotten to know the boy all too well to not notice his change in composure.

Chan seemed a bit uncomfortable with his superior, and as much as he tried to hide it, Jackson could see right through him. But the older ignored it. "If he knows what's good for him he'll fix up that attitude," the landlord muttered lowly when Chan had left to get ready. "He started it."

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⇛ M&J Psychology Clinic
1:40pm

Felix pouted when he got no answer after about three tries. What hurt more was the fact that the call didn't even ring right through, so it was clear that it was declined. "I won't feel bad," he mumbled, looking down. "He doesn't have my number saved, so maybe that's why." Felix's lower lip quivered unintentionally, but he soon regained his supposedly unbothered composure as he mentally scolded himself to snap back into reality.

It's not like Chan was ignoring his call per say, right? Chan maybe was a person who just wasn't comfortable with foreign numbers so he declined the call. Yeah, maybe...

So Felix took a deep breath before finally calling his friends, hoping that they'd be willing to meet up, or maybe just have a talk to help cheer him up.

His eyes lit up when the couple agreed, and they soon came to welcome him on their mini date for peaceful afternoon lunch at the park.

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⇛ Blueprint Apartments
8:45pm

"So, this is where you pay your debt," Jackson smirked, overtaking the younger as they walked through the door, making his way to the bedroom. "This is the time to do what you only do for me," he winked at the blonde, leaning back against the bedhead as he unbuckled the belt around his trousers, motioning Chan to come closer.

Chan sighed before proceeding, shivering as he eyed the hungry movements of the middle-aged man— the only man he was willing to bottom for because he knew it determined whether or not he'd have a roof over his head.

But it was his fault, wasn't it? It was his fault that he was so caught up in the feeling and supposed successful outcome that he seduced the older into sleeping with him, and then turned it into a monthly routine... or payment. It was his fault that he was too lazy to go look for a decent job, because he'd 'make more money getting his dick sucked than at any other so-called work.'

But Chan's encounter with the secretary for the past weeks had made an impact, and it hurt him to just skip his useless appointment because he knew that Felix would worry. But he still brushed that feeling aside.

He brushed aside the slight shame as he took a hold of his landlord's erection, observing how the tip was already leaking through the cloth.

Chan bit his lip as he eyed the length. All worries of his confused emotions and lies had seemed to vanish when he got complete, bare hold of Jackson's dick.

He felt proud when the older moaned his name. He felt completed when the landlord gripped his locks and fucked his throat. He felt accomplished when Jackson would call him a "good boy" or repeat those petty lies like "I love you so much right now".

That feeling Chan would get whenever he came in contact with the cock of any man wasn't normal. That urge that he would get to do something with it was uncontrollable.

It was only after his rounds that the feeling of guilt and filth would flood the boy. He wanted out. But he didn't know how to get out. He wanted to stop splitting relationships, and he wanted to know what it felt like to...

To love.