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⇛ M&J Psychology Clinic
10:55am

Felix had started a trend of texting Chan motivational quotes every morning, and sometimes even at night. He'd always smile when Chan responded with a heart emoji or a raspy voice note saying 'thank you'.

It was only in moments like those that Felix could take his time and relish the sound of the older's voice. The way that Chan's words rolled off of his tongue in Felix's native accent was so... so beautiful. But of course, Felix couldn't possibly sit and blush when Chan spoke to him in person, so the boy was always grateful for those voice-notes.

The time was seemingly speeding up by the hour, as now it was already Tuesday, time for Chan to face his therapist after skipping his appointment the past Friday without informing.

"Morning, Lix," Chan smiled softly at the secretary, stopping at the front-desk to give the younger a proper greeting. "How are you doing?"

Felix smiled under the older's gaze, looking up slightly before looking away. "I'm alright, the usual," he mumbled, blushing unintentionally. "How was your weekend- well, the start of your week?"

"It was almost dreadful as normal, but your quotes make it so much better," Chan winked at the flustered secretary, smirking when the boy finally looked up again. "Anyways, I guess we'll talk later."

"Y-yeah," Felix stuttered, nodding. "Have a good one."

Every-time Felix would have those face-to-face conversations with the addict, he couldn't help but notice and fall in love with Chan's most intricate features. He loved the way the older's dimples would boast whenever Chan smirked or even sighed. Felix loved the veins that would display themselves slightly underneath the paws of Chan's usual black sweats- he always wondered how the older's bare arm looked, but he didn't want to think too deep about that.

Felix was only breeding his feelings for the addict, and he knew that. He knew that he would get hurt, and he knew that it was most likely aimless. But the smile that'd spread on Christopher's face whenever they locked eyes gave him hope. Hope that the older would one day figure out his feelings, and that those feelings would be for him. Felix knew that it was most probably impossible, especially considering the fact that the addict knew he wasn't an easy shell to crack when it came to fulfillment sexually, but after Chan's random request, Felix couldn't help but hope.

Christopher was cute. Christopher was funny. And Christopher had dimples. There was no way that Felix could see that masterpiece almost everyday and not catch feelings.

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Chan strolled to the usual, promiscuously set office hesitantly. He didn't tell Felix, but the boy had fought through his urges and temptations for the remainder of that weekend, and he abstained.

So he was reluctant in opening the door, for he knew that the older was expectant, especially considering the fact that he had skipped his appointment the Friday. But Chan had supposedly made up his mind to resist any advances Jisung would make towards him. He decided that he'd stand up against it and at least try to break his abstinence record of seven days from since he was a teen.

So sighing, Chan twisted the door knob open, thinning a smile as he walked in and closed the door behind. "Good morning, doctor," he spoke professionally, taking a seat on the couch.

"Doctor?" Jisung scoffed, looking up from some documents to lock eyes with the younger. "Since when?"

Chan bit his lip, looking down. "I think- I just think that we should be a bit more formal," he murmured, fidgeting with his fingers as he shivered under the older's gaze- he could just feel the piercing of Jisung's stares strengthen as the older drew closer. But Chan was still weak, and he was well aware of his weakness so he was... skeptical. "Sorry for missing my appointment on Friday, I had an important meeting."

"Are you sure, Chris?" Jisung muttered, now standing directing in front of his patient, tucking behind some of Chan's hair to expose the younger's face completely. "You didn't even greet me properly, is there something you want to tell me?" He slid his fingers beneath Chan's chin, lifting his face lightly to observe the younger's expressions more thoroughly. "You know, I was actually excited for today because Minho is out for a while, so we don't have to be as nervous," Jisung smirked.

Chan sheepishly placed a hand over the older's, lifting it from his face, bringing it to Jisung's side hesitantly. "I think we should stop, doctor," Chan forced, trying his best to keep his eyes from studying the visible erection in the older's trousers. It was difficult, but he was at least making an effort. "I thought over everything, and I think that you should start helping me now. Like real help. This affair is only making things worse," Chan looked down, sighing.

Jisung chuckled sarcastically, stroking the same hand over Chan's cheek. "Does Christopher have a boyfriend?" He teased, ignoring Chan's noticeable discomfort as he straddled the younger. "Or is daddy just playing hard to get?" Jisung pouted playfully, creeping his fingers to grip the blonde's strands, faking a moan and giggling right after.

"I'm s-serious Jis-doctor," Chan started panting as his self-control was now practically worn out. "You shouldn't be ch-cheating like this. And I actually want to get better... mmh," he couldn't keep back the low moan as Jisung shifted against his crotch, chuckling at the younger's visibly weakening resistance.

"You wanna know how I'm sure that you're only bluffing?" Jisung teased, grinding harder against the younger's crotch, smirking when he felt the hardening growth of Chan's bulge. "You haven't yelled at me yet, nor have you even attempted to stop me," he chuckled as Chan only rolled his eyes. "And you have a habit of starting what you can't finish, Christopher, but I won't tolerate that," Jisung moaned teasingly again, scooting back a bit to unbuckle the blonde's belt.

Chan felt his eyes tear up. All his efforts to make a change after a talk with Felix the past Saturday, was just dissolving so effortlessly. His mind began to drift again, basking in arousal as Jisung finally succeeded in lowering his pants when his waist arched reflexively.

The bits of sense that were left in Chan's memory and unmasked emotions tried to replay Felix's statement about trust and honesty, but that in itself faded when he felt the familiar pair of hands wrap around his dick, starting light, steady strokes along the length.

"I longed for this for four whole days," Jisung whined, now unbuckling bis own belt, lowering the waist of both his trousers and boxers, letting his already leaking length spring out. "And I assumed that you'd come today so I already prepped myself," he smirked, standing to remove his bottoms completely before taking back his claimed seat on the younger.

Chan groaned and panted heavily as Jisung sank onto his dick, still trying his best to maintain a so-called uncomfortable facade. "This is fucking wrong," he muttered, creeping a hand to grip the man's waist while the other twitched restlessly to the side.

Chan felt like he was losing it or something. The dark clouds of lust and utterly confused emotions overpowered him again, this time stronger. His breathing became heavier as Jisung started moving, resting shaky hands against the blonde's shoulders for balance as he rose and sank every few seconds.

"This- mmh~ w-what is wrong... C-Chris... ah~" Jisung couldn't speak clearly as his pace quickened on top of the younger, moaning even louder when Chan started up his own efforts into the thrusts. "Fuck- yes- fuck I waited all weekend for this," Jisung rolled his eyes, head cocking back as Chan's tip finally found his spot. He choked out a chorus of Chan's name continuously as the younger hit his prostate harder with every thrust, the blonde's sweater almost tearing underneath his grip.

"Shit," Chan gulped, the arching his waist even higher and quicker, mind now temporarily rid of the memory of Felix's hands softly holding his- the memory of how he melted at the thorough observation of Felix's freckles just recently- the memory of his request to the younger, and how the boy had genuinely agreed to help Chan improve. All that. Faded.

Jisung kept rising and sinking, letting breathy moans leave his lips every-time he felt the older deeper inside him. Chan kept panting, groaning from the missed pleasure- falling back-first into the same ditch that he had just started climbing out of.

"You see... mmh... h-how you like... ah... you see how you like this C-Chris?" Jisung whimpered, now leaning his torso against Chan while the younger gripped his thighs, lifting his body with the thrusts as Jisung was a bit worn out from the repetitive, strenuous action. "Y-you sure... mmh... you want to give this up?"

Chan shook his head into the younger's neck, feeling the familiar knot form in his stomach as he sped up his pace- the feeling that he'd get in his stomach for Felix was still better though. "I'm gonna c-cum," he muttered, biting Jisung's exposed skin softly. "I don't wan-wanna be messy-"

"This can't be fucking real!"

Both males stilled their movements and salacious utterances, turning their position into a full-blown uncomfortable cock-warm as both their gazes fell onto the now opened door. Their hearts dropped, both gulping when they recognized the familiar doctor standing with already flooded cheeks and clenched fists.

Chan gulped, mind anxiously searching for an excuse that could justify their current position. "It's not what it looks like," he spoke, lifting Jisung's body from his, unintentionally slipping out a low moan as his dick slid out of the older's hole. He quickly pulled his pants up, sighing from embarrassment as he had probably jumped worsened things for himself. "I'm sorry- I can explain, doctor."

Jisung crawled to the corner of the room and curled up with his knees to his chest, shaking from shock and disgrace as his boyfriend only shook his head; Minho's face not even flinching from the streams of tears. It was as if the eldest was too dazed by the sight, so he didn't even know how to react.

"Jisung," he muttered, eyeing the younger with disgust. "Jisung I trusted you, I loved you, I was going to fucking propose to you..."

Hearing the word 'propose,' Jisung's eyes lit up. He only kept himself in that curled position because of the absence of a bottom, as his trousers and boxers were still piled near the sofa. "P-propose?" He mumbled, eyes now filling with his own tears. "You were going to propose, Min?"

"Fuck you," Minho spat, averting his gaze from the younger, directing it to the addict. "And as for you," he sighed, coughing before continuing. "I don't want to see you near this clinic again. Good luck on your recovery journey or whatever."

Chan nodded and gulped before standing shakily, speed walking past the raging doctor at the door. "Y-yes sir," he mumbled, but paused his steps when he glimpsed a confused Felix behind the front desk.

Chan's lips parted slightly... those memories came back. The fogs of lust had cleared up as Chan locked eyes with Felix. He felt guilty. He couldn't face the secretary. Chan couldn't look Felix in the eyes up close again- Chan couldn't see himself hugging Felix or holding his hand again.

With the guilt he felt, the blonde couldn't stop to explain anything to Felix as he walked swiftly past the boy and out the door, not sparing any chance for small talk.

Felix was confused and a bit hurt at Chan's gesture, flinching when he heard the door to one of the offices slam shut, followed by muffled yells and cries that could be heard despite the supposedly soundproof walls.

He glanced up at the three patients in the waiting area, thankful that it was such a small number. "Sorry for any inconvenience but I think we have some slight issues right now," he bit his lip, standing to escort the strangers out politely. "Could you all perhaps come back tomorrow? We promise to provide any refunds if necessary."

Thankfully, the three were understanding as they themselves were slightly uncomfortable from the noticeable personal disagreements taking place. They nodded and sent soft smiles towards Felix before exiting, Felix in turn locking the door as soon as they left.

He then hurried to Dr.Han's office, hesitating before knocking. "Is everything okay?"

"Felix," Minho tilted to look at the door, panting as tears stained his cheeks, eyes dark from hurt and disgust as he stood in-front of a guiltily whimpering Jisung who, surprisingly to Felix, only wore a pair of boxers with his work-shirt. "Make sure that fucking addict does not step foot here again."

"Who- wait, you mean Christopher?"