My Therapist || binchan

6 || im listening

Chris sighed and scoot further back into his chair. "I know you're not telling me something." It's already been two weeks since the last session, when Chris said the words that Changbin thought about nonstop, all day and all night. I think you deserve better. Those words repeated in his head even as he sat across from Chris, with his notebook in his lap, that Changbin knew he had written everything he's told him into it already. "What makes you think I'm not telling you something?" Changbin unsuspectingly asked, trying to hide the fact he knew exactly what Chris meant. "I spilled everything out to you already." He never told him what the rumor actually said, and Chris wants to get that out of him.

Chris took a deep breath and tilted his head slightly, glancing at Changbins nervously rolling ankle and wrists. "We've made really good progress from your last couple sessions, but since those, very few, steps, we haven't talked about anything other than food, Hyunjin, and your hobby of writing lyrics." Changbin quietly cleared his throat and sent a soft glare to Chris' eyes, who were deadlocked onto his. "I still don't understand why exactly you came to therapy in the first place." Chris stated as Changbin let out a frustrated sigh. "My friend forced me to come." Chris tapped his finger on his chin, as it was resting on his palm. "But you keep coming back." Chris calmly responded.

Changbin pursed his lips out as he gulped nervously, feeling the warmth mixed with pushy encouragement in Chris' voice. He slouched back in the couch and looked to his lap, and his bouncing leg, which he noticed Chris staring at, so he shot his hand to his thigh to stop it.

Chris took a deep inhale as he shifted in his chair, catching Changbins eyes onto his hands, that were rolling his sleeves up. "I won't force you to tell me, Changbin, but I won't stop encouraging you to whenever you're ready." Changbin slightly rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Alrighty." He clicked his tongue as he looked to the side, and out the window, seeing the bright sunlight peeking from behind the white, fluffy clouds.

It was peaceful silence for a few minutes, Changbin taking in the sun, eyes closed, while Chris stared at him. Why won't he just tell me? You don't understand, Changbin. I just want to help. "Can you tell me what the rumor said?" Suddenly, the sunlight disappeared and all that was left were clouds starting to form spinkles of thick raindrops, on the windowpane. Changbin sighed and his jaw slightly clenched as he looked back to Chris. "You have no right to ask me that."

Chris sent Changbin a small smile. "It's alright, Changbin." Chris' voice was as soft as a fluffy cats tail, bringing Changbins body to easily relax. "I do, in fact, have all the right to ask you, since I am your therapist." Changbin sighed as he realized Chris had a point. "But, you do have a right to not answer." Chris crossed his hands on top of his notebook, staring at Changbin with a calm gaze, which made Changbin immediately forget why he was annoyed and start to feel nervous instead. He started tapping his heel on the floor, quietly, and his tongue was swirling all over his mouth, trying to get over these unpleasant feelings. Why does he always stare at me like that? How does he always find a way to get me going? What is he doing to me?

As Changbin bombarded himself with questions, Chris gently fixed the few strands of hair, that were falling down his forehead, and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Why do you keep coming back?" Chris asked, taking Changbins attention away from his limp hands in his lap. "If you're not going to tell me about the rumor, you can at least tell me this." Chris urged, in an absolutely, but absurdly, reassuring manner. Changbin locked away any of his previous thoughts and concerns, and laughed, body sitting up straighter as he started giggling. "Because, if I don't, Hyuns gonna fuck my ass up." Chris furrowed his eyebrows at Changbins giggles, along with his words, though he seemed to enjoy his giggles a little too much, distracting him from the meaning behind the words.

"I-I'm sorry?" He finally spoke out, which got Changbin slapping his knee and laughing louder. Changbin finally calmed down, awkwardly, as he felt the confusion in Chris' hard gaze, who also had a small, uncertain smirk on his face. Changbin softly chuckled and shook his head. "Nothing." Chris tilted his head and shifted his legs. Nothing? That was nothing? "Is that an inside joke? A...A new trend I don't know of?" Changbin giggled at Chris' guesses. "Sorta..." He giggled again as he twisted a few pieces of leather, sitcking out of the couches armrest.