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«Are you ready?»

The day has come, Han is about to meet his therapist. Or, at least, if he decides which hat to wear and manages to leave the house.

Minho is looking at him and waits sitting on the bed with a sweet smile on his face, perfectly hiding some concern. Going to a therapist is something difficult and sometimes painful, despite being the right choice, and he hopes Han doesn't suffer too much.

«Am I okay like this?» Han asks, continuing to look in the mirror. He doesn't know why, but he feels he has to be flawless. Being comfortable in his clothes and feeling beautiful makes him stronger, less vulnerable. 

«My baby is perfect» Minho answers, making Han roll his eyes: «Minho, I'm serious now!»

«Me too, baby.» 

The older gets up and hugs his boyfriend from behind, smiling at him through the mirror:

«No one on this Earth has ever gone to a psychologist dressed better than you» he says with a wink.

Han laughs and feels the tension ease slightly. Minho understands him, he understands him perfectly and that makes him feel like he's not alone anymore.

He grabs his phone and heads for the dorm door, followed by the older.

«Of course it's raining» he blurts out as soon as he comes out of the building's door. He hadn't even noticed, all absorbed in his outfit choice.

He feels an umbrella protect him from the drops and turns to observe Minho, who obviously came out prepared instead.

«Thank you» the younger murmurs, blushing.

Minho grabs his hand but Han is so preoccupied with the therapy session that he doesn't pay much attention to it. He simply interlocks his fingers with Minho's and together, shoulder to shoulder, they set off on foot towards the therapist's office, that is 20 minutes of walk from their dormitory. Han chose not to be accompanied by any car, both to not have to give explanations to the rest of the staff and to clear his head while walking around.

«It'll be fine» he repeats to himself, breaking the silence enveloped only by the sound of the rain.

Minho observes his boyfriend's features: his eyes are widened, he bites his lips and the inside of his cheeks nervously. He's so tense... 

«It will certainly be fine, baby» he says, stroking the back of his hand with his thumb to give him strength, «but don't speak bad of me, please» he adds, trying to keep a serious tone.

Jisung looks at him frowning and notices that the older is holding back a laugh. He's joking.

«I will say the worst things about you!» Han retorts, then bursting into that joyful laugh of his that Minho loves to hear so much.

And Han feels so lucky, so lucky to have someone that cares so much about him.

There are sure many other people on this Earth who have similar problems to his, but they don't have a Minho next to them. The thought of being alone going through it all saddens him. He could never make it.

«What are you thinking?» Minho asks, watching his unreadable expression.

"That I'm lucky to have you"

Han blushes abruptly not used to having such romantic thoughts and shrugs his shoulders quickly: «I'll tell you later, we have arrived» he says, looking up at that ordinary building.

He checks the address again and sighs with relief. It's not a hospital, it's a normal palace and this reassures him: he's not going on a medical examination, he's going to have a chat, which is quite different.