( Bang Chan + Lee Felix )
❝I don't want my Lixie to leave me...❞
┈┈ mistopher | 2022 ++
Traumatized from his past of sex addiction, intercourse is the last thing that Chan wishes to partake in. However, he is yet to adopt the habits of healthy commu...
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⇒ M&J Psychology Clinic 5:45pm
There was something so aesthetically pleasing about that evening.
The sky was about rehearsing for the sunset, and a cool breeze shimmied between the browning leaves, weak to welcome the season of autumn.
The road wasn't too busy this particular late afternoon. The streetlights were lit in advance, and the commercialized expanse of land seemed quiet. Peaceful. As calming as one evening spent in a parent's work office alone, whilst they sat in a meeting.
The serenity that would linger then, artificially cooled by the air conditioning, was similar to the ease that Kim Seungmin was feeling that day.
Sighing, said male turned off his engine and stepped out. He then looked down at his outfit; a slack pair of jeans, its hem covered by the loose edge of his flannel sweater. Seungmin hoped that he wasn't dressed too casually.
Too plain to meet the one who had touched him so intimately, for the first time in a number of weeks that he had lost count of.
Locking his car, Seungmin looked around for a moment. The clinic looked empty from his stance, solidifying the assumption that his excuse would be of no use, to converse with Minho. He breathed in, breathed out, and then repeated, brushing his palms against the cloth that hugged his torso.
The air smelt oddly sweet that dusk, like flowers; hibiscus, his favorite. Its subtle flavor perfectly matched the chilled aura of that Friday afternoon.
"Just go in," Seungmin mumbled to himself, walking, checking the time on his cellphone before sliding it into his back pocket. "Hello?" he called, nervous and almost ready to turn on his heels with sure steps back to his car. The front desk was empty, as expected. And the bright bulb lighting up the waiting room appeared somewhat pleasing to Seungmin's sight. "Anybody in?"
"Who's there?" A man stepped out of his office, brown bangs disheveled, as if he was falling in and out of sleep for a while now, the top of his shirt partially unbuttoned. That same male was only with socks on his feet; grey and patterned with black, vertical stripes. His dark trousers wrapped his legs ever so attractively, boasting the thighs that Seungmin had been tirelessly trying to convince that he didn't favor more than platonically.
"Min- Dr. Lee," Seungmin gulped, smiling some. His hands found his back, shy, but his eyes were unwilling to shift from the elder's frame. Minho looked breathtakingly handsome, per usual. And for the moment, Seungmin opposed the mental advice to chastise himself against those thoughts of admiration.
