"Well, if I had the freedom to choose, we wouldn't even be having this conversation, Dr. Lee." Han Jisung thrives in it, in the way hands reach for him like he's something worth touching. But what would they say if they knew? Would they still whisper his name like a prayer, still dream of having a piece of him? Or would they finally see him for what he is? Not a god. Not an idol. Not untouchable. Just a boy. And boys get sent to therapy. in short: seemingly freaky, cocky and privileged jisung meets his match, Minho - his assigned psychiatrist

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐ lee minho doesn't like to be touched. that's what he says, anyway. han jisung doesn't believe it. └── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

"You know, I gotta warn you, baby." He swipes his thumb over Minho's lower lip. "I might just break your heart." Minho just giggles breathily. He must think Chan's kidding. {HEY MAYBE SKIP THIS ONE IF YOU'RE STRUGGLING WITH SELF HARM/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS!}