Unholy Marriage || minchan

11. Sticky Note

Minho

The cheesecake just melted in my mouth. I asked Seungmin for an appointment once again and he said he wanted to visit his favorite desert shop again so I accompanied him while we had a session. This place was honestly so good. "So, you slept beside your cousin last night?" I nodded as I took a sip of my coffee.

"Had any nightmares or anxiety or anything that happens to you when you remember that?" I nodded slow. "It was just because Felix twist and turns a lot while sleeping and he accidentally threw something kept on the nightstand. With the noise I woke up and couldn't sleep after that."

He hummed and kept his spoon down. He took his time to think and then respond. "I think I know what you need."

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How the fuck am I supposed to ask him that? Felix is gone since he had some work. It was a quick meet but I appreciate he took out time to visit us. I entered the mansion as I was welcomed with silence. I went upstairs to pack my stuff. As I opened the door of the room I saw Chan near the window talking on his phone.

The noise of the door opening made him turn around. We made eye contact. "I'll talk to you later also, thanks..." He hung up his phone and paid his attention to me. I cleared my throat and came in further. "I came to take my stuff." He just nodded as I went towards his closet. I felt his eyes never leaving my figure until I fully went into the big room. I was taking out my stuff while thinking about Seungmin's stupid idea. I don't wanna ask Chan about it.

A voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Are you sure you wanna go? It's pretty late." I turned around and saw Chan leaning on the door with his arms crossed over his chest. Just the sentence I wanted to hear. I tilted my head as to pretend to think something. After a second I slowly nodded.

"Then..well... I guess I'll stay for tonight." Chan nodded once and went away. I let out a breath I didn't knew I was even holding. He made it easier for me. Like how the fuck would I ask him to let me stay?

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Chan

"Thanks again." I spoke in a voice of almost a whisper and ended the call. Minho entered the room at the exact same time. He came up to his side of the bed and then turned to me. He hesitated at first then asked.

"The lights might disturb your sleep. If you want I can sleep in the other room." I looked directly in his eyes. I could see how he was forcing himself to ask this. I shook my head. "Doesn't matter if the lights are switched on or off. I'm not able to sleep anyway."

He frowned lightly. "Why?" I walked towards the bed while speaking. "Insomnia." I replied. "Did you get it checked?" I was a little off guard as I turned my head lightly to look at him.

"Why do you care?" Minho rolled his eyes as I smiled lightly and replied. "I don't want to go on medication. If I get addicted to the pills, there is no going back. I have a company to handle. I can't sacrifice my work."

Minho clicked his tongue as if in disbelief. "And you think you can run your company smoothly by destroying your body?" I remained silent, just staring in his eyes. I suddenly gulped. This side of him is so rare. And it's.... so attractive. "In my opinion you should try taking advice from a psychiatrist. But if you think you don't wanna go on medication try a psychologist. It is an easier way without medication."

"How do you know so much about this?" I saw him he was taken aback by the question. "It's like you're speaking from experience." I pointed again and he scoffed. "Not at all." He said as he got himself tugged into the bed with his back facing me.

Only if he was comfortable enough in sharing it with me...

"Minho," I called out. He hummed in response. "Do you know any psychologists which I can trust completely? Someone... who doesn't let the outside to know about my condition. It'll affect my and my company's reputation."

I let myself use my words cleverly. I knew this was the exact reason why Minho doesn't tell anyone but it was confirmed as his silence followed by. He took a little time to respond. "I don't know any psychologists." He spoke coldly as I clenched my jaw.

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My eyes slowly opened as turned to look at the bright sunshine coming through the window. For some reason, I felt asleep earlier than expected last night. Maybe I got a sleep for four or five hours after such a long time. I let my eyes travel to my side. The man who slept beside me wasn't there anymore. I slowly sat up and looked around. No sign of him.

Rubbing my face lightly with my hands and decided to take a shower. While getting up, my eyes accidentally fell on the nightstand. A bright pink thing caught my attention which was highlighting on the black night stand. I looked at it again as I figured out what it was. I pulled out the sticky note from the surface and read it.

61*******8
Number of the psychologist I think will be good for you. Don't be stubborn and get it checked before it gets worse. Also, try not to show me your ugly face that often. My morning just got ruined.

Love, Minho ♡

I scoffed reading the text as unknowingly a smile escaped my lips.

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I sat on the seat and waited for him to come. I didn't wanted to waste my Sunday as I decided to visit him.

He finally came and sat in front of me. I passed the sticky note to him. "He gave me your number." Seungmin chuckled lightly looking at the note. "He's cute." He spoke as I raised a brow at him with a firm face.

He quickly shook his head. "Not in that way. Don't misunderstand." I nodded rolling my eyes shortly.