( Bang Chan + Lee Felix )
❝Teach me how to love, without lust...❞
┈┈ mistopher | 2021 ++
Satyriasis; uncontrollable sexual desire in a man. Sex addiction, a mental illness just like the rest, yet so overlooked.
So what is Bang Chan to do when all...
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⇛ God's Menu [Restaurant] 10:45am
Chan and Changbin had planned their time together at a restaurant not too far from the older's apartment, the innocence lingering in his eyes as he waited for his meal of high review completely contradicting the unrequited feelings surfacing in the shorter's. So while that outing registered as a simple hang out in one's mind, it went down as a short date into the other's.
The older was surprisingly enjoying it more than he thought he would. He couldn't help but smile every time Changbin's eyes lit up whenever he spoke about something he was passionate about. And Changbin couldn't help but blush evertime he noticed the intense, seemingly meaningful stares from the latter.
"Anyways, I think we should go now," Changbin giggled as he interrupted their conversation, doublechecking the time on his phone. "I don't want you to be late. You're already making so much progress," he looked down with the lie, sighing before standing from his seat. "And since you left your car home today, would you want me to wait for you? You know, and then I could drop you home or something?" He questioned softly, blushing even harder when Chan's arm slightly brushed his upon standing.
"Sounds like a plan," the older didn't hesitate to answer after placing their equal share of money on the tab then swiftly making their way out of the building. "There's a waiting room so that shouldn't be a problem."
All Chan could think about was the fact that he was most probably going to have two prosperous sessions that day— seeing that both his therapist and Changbin were readily available. He felt accomplished... but he still felt sick as he knew that the new therapeutic trend was gravely worsening his situation.
But Chan didn't know how to get better because the one serious, professional help that he sought didn't even know how to resist his advances to help him, and was only an encouragement to his sickening habits.
"I'll give you the directions," Chan spoke up again, smiling as he glimpsed at Changbin's reddening cheeks; he was so cute— a seductive yet almost upsetting kind of cute. The kind of cute that wasn't genuine— the kind of cute that would manipulate and use whoever it pleased. That kind of cute... but cute nonetheless.
"Just follow me and be cool, okay? It's just a clinic, and we'll be there for roughly an hour, so don't worry," Chan reassured the younger, rolling his eyes playfully when Changbin only chuckled at his affirmation.
"Chan, I'm fine. Why are you so nervous?" Changbin nudged the addict's shoulder, smirking when he saw the supposedly genuine emotions in Chan's smile; his smile was different, and Changbin almost thought that it was because of him.
But Chan's smile really wasn't different. The addict was just overwhelmed with joy at the fact that that the day had promised two exceptional slots for guilty yet utter fulfillment of his sinful desires. "It's nothing," he muttered with a subtle yet noticeable chuckle. "Let's go."
