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⇛ M&J Psychology Clinic
11:26am

"What did Christopher do, may I ask?" Felix questioned, confused at the older's change of tone as he spoke of the addict. "Is there some sort of misunderstanding?"

"Nothing pertaining to your concern, Felix," Minho muttered, unintentionally glaring at the secretary. "Take the day off or something, just give us two some privacy please," he sighed, coughing out a sob as he motioned his hand for the younger to leave. "Lock up before you go and, I guess we'll call you if anything comes up," he gulped, looking away, back at a shaky Jisung. "Just make sure that Christopher Bang does not come back."

Felix only nodded before closing the door and leaving, biting his lip as he pondered over Minho's composure and instructions. It was weird, and seeing Jisung curled up in his boxers could only have one logical explanation, but Felix didn't want to believe that.

"I'll call Chan," the blonde mumbled, locking the door from the inside before leaving, heading for the bus stop as he knew it was an inconvenient time to call his friends. "As soon as I get home..."

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11:35am

"How long has this been going on?" Minho finally calmed down a bit, siting a good distance from his partner on the sofa, both anxious from the tension as they were alone once again. "Is this why you were so distant, bab- Jisung? It's because you were seeing someone else?"

Jisung shivered, keeping his body curled and gaze fixated on the empty wall in front. He didn't know what to say- he knew what he did, and he now felt bad for it. It was like that moment where one keeps on repeating the same wrong thing without conscience, without remorse, but the moment that they're caught, all the guilt that they hid from finds them, and that's the only point at which they feel genuinely, sorry. But should such self and outwards deceit be so easily forgiven just for the sake of pity?

"Look, you know that I saw you red handed, right? There is no use in lying or hiding so just fucking tell me," Minho spat, closing his eyes and breathing heavily to maintain his cool. "How many times have you had sex with him? Is he even the only person you've slept with?"

Jisung nodded into his knees, tears now streaming down the man's face. "I'm s-sorry," he finally spoke up, tilting to lock eyes with the older. "He used my insecurities against me."

"Look, Ji, as much as I want to know what you mean, there is no point in trying to place all of the blame on him. You and I have been together for eleven happy years for fuck's sake. So don't try to blame the boy completely," Minho cried, coughing from the force of his sobs as his mind ran over all his happy moments with Jisung over the years. "But still tell me, how did he use your insecurities against you? And what insecurities did you have that you couldn't tell me about?"

"Look, people talk," Jisung sniffled. "Everybody sees us as that successful young couple, running an entire medical clinic together... but we're not married, Min. We're not married and I kind of got to the point where I thought that I wasn't enough, and he saw right through that." The younger sighed, wiping his tears some. "I'm sorry, I should have spoken up instead of cheating."

Minho clenched his jaw, glaring at the younger. "I'll ask again," he almost growled. "How long, has this been going on? For some reason, you keep dodging that question."

Jisung gulped, looking away. He knew that there no use in lying, so finally, he forced up an inaudible answer. "...nths," he mumbled, shivering when he locked eyes with Minho again.

"What?"

"One and a half months," Jisung sighed, almost gagging at his own shame. "But it wasn't my idea, I swear."

Minho kept quiet for a few minutes, staring aimlessly all over the room, lips parted slightly. Probably the man's silence was just an attempt to help the him to control his words and actions, but it really was not doing a good job as Jisung could feel and shake under his boyfriend's enraged aura. "It's crazy how a prolonged time of effort can go down the drain so easily," Minho scoffed, reclaiming Jisung's gaze. "But don't worry, I don't expect you to stop working here or anything, just that we can live our own lives now. We could split the mortgage and move our separate way-"

"Minho, what are you talking about?" Jisung's voice cracked, mind refusing to read in between the lines of the older's rambles in fear of confirming the obvious. "Where is all of this coming from?"

"If audacity was a person, it'd be you, Jisung," Minho shook his head, standing up. "You've been cheating on me with a fucking sex addict, your patient. You've been having all those negative thoughts about me and never spoke about it- you just kept breeding disgust towards me," he paced the room, counting each complaint on his fingers as he ranted. "You've stopped sleeping next to me, you've stopped baking and cooking for me when you claimed to love it so much. You've given me the silent treatment on several occasions making me wonder what the fuck I did wrong, Jisung. And you have the audacity to ask me what I'm talking about?"

"M-Min-"

"I stared at this fucking box everyday," Minho collected the maroon case from his back pocked, waving it in the air before slamming it down, watching as it slid to the other side of the room, dented from the impact. "I carried that with me everywhere we went together in hope that you'd magically change back into my baby, the Sungie that I knew and loved since college, only to find out that you've been sleeping with your patient for over a month." Minho couldn't keep back the continuation of his tears any longer as he neared the door, ignoring the confused stutters from the younger. "Well, Jisung. Since you claimed to have not understood, what I mean is that we're done."

"Minho, wait," Jisung pleaded, finally unfolding his knees and rushing to the older, gripping his hand before he could leave. "We established an entire clinic together, we can't end this- we can't end us..."

Minho snatched back his arm from his partner- ex-partner, shaking his head in utter disgust. "I'm both glad and bummed out that I came back specifically to ask if you wanted anything special, so I could get it for you when I went out with Jeongin," he opened the door, pausing just outside of the frame. "But it doesn't matter... I'll work up the courage to tell him."

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⇛ Seoul Sunshine Homes
11:26pm

Felix couldn't sleep. He kept ringing and spamming Chan's phone but the older just wouldn't pick up or even read his messages. It was frustrating, and worrying, especially considering the manner at which Chan had just left.

Something was off, but Felix still didn't want to think too much about it, especially as just the haunted image of Jisung in his boxers caused the blonde to shiver and gag.

Biting his lip softly, Felix placed his phone on the nightstand, turning off his lamp and sighing. "Tomorrow," he muttered, pouting slightly. "He'll surely answer tomorrow."

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⇛ Blueprint Apartments
12:00am

Chan choked out breathless grunts as he palmed himself desperately, blonde strands tangling as he thrashed his head continuously against the mattress. He let his broken moans flow loudly in attempt to shut out those growing voices in his head from ringing that one name- Felix.

He kept thrusting his hips upwards, bare back stinging from the friction of the cloth below, legs shaking as he was about to cum for the fourth time that night.

It wasn't even pleasurable at that point, but that was the only thing able to haze the boy's mind enough for his own sanity. He didn't want to think about how he had walked out on Felix, and how the boy had surely felt bad from his gesture.

He didn't want to remember Felix's hopeful speeches of honesty, and how the younger was the only person who hadn't taken advantage of his situation yet.

Chan didn't want to recall the look of heartbreak and disgust that surfaced itself in the eldest doctor's eyes when the man had caught him in the act of what had broken the superior's relationship apart.

He didn't want to think about Jisung's slurred words telling him that he did want to do what he did, because he did... but at the same time he didn't. There was just a largely irrelevant contradiction in his mind whenever it came to that topic ever-since he had the first conversation with Felix. Felix... how could a secretary make such an impact by simply existing?

Every break that Chan took to stabilize his breathing just gave the boy's mind a so-called ease that it didn't request. An ease that sort of cracked open the door for that feeling of guilt together with those emotions to creep in, and attempt to fight the darkening shadows of his sinful desires.

It was frustrating to the point where the boy cried after releasing for the fourth time. His thighs shook and fists pounded against the sheets from the guilty, unenjoyable pleasure.

Chan was a wreck. He was honestly at one of the worst points among others in his addiction...

But that only was because there was actually a force against it, a force that was strengthening the harder he resisted it.