Addicted to you - Chp.15
Pairing: Minchan | OT8
Word Count: 4759
Summary: Chan bottoms for the first time, enjoying it much more than he thought he would. While Minho and Chan are busy, their friends can't help but wonder what they're up to at the moment. Minho shares his thoughts on further steps with Chan...
Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, smut, top!minho, first time bottom!chan, oral (chan receiving), anal (chan receiving), minho bites himself to hide pain (??)
Chp.14 | Chp. 16
Nervous, trip over my words You're so pretty, it hurts Baby, I'm yours i'm yours ~ Isabel LaRosa
Felix sat on the sofa as the others sat around him, looking at his phone. They were analyzing the selfie Minho sent to the groupchat and wondered how their hyungs were doing.
"The two hearts clearly show they're back together again. Or have they never broken up?" Jeongin wondered out loud.
"They've never labeled the situation, no," Felix shook his head. "I guess you could say they were something like friends with benefits but..with feelings?"
"Sounds like they're a couple to me," Changbin argued.
"Well, they weren't," Felix sighed.
"Why?" Jeongin asked, confused.
"How would I know that? Probably because of Channie. You saw how anxious he was when you suspected them of being secret lovers," Felix groaned, getting frustrated.
"We also saw how hurt Minho hyung was," Seungmin added. "There are definitely feelings involved. Chan has been pissing everyone off, sulking for days since he went home."
"Don't remind me," Jisung groaned and rolled his eyes.
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"Fuck Minho, don't stop," Chan moaned breathlessly, his grip on Minho’s hair tightening. He laid out on his back supported by a pillow, and his legs spread. Minho's face was buried in between them as he ate him out deliciously, hands gently rubbing his thighs as he kept him still. Chan was losing his mind at Minho's skilled tongue. He couldn't help but long for more.
Minho moaned obscenely at the soft, helpless sounds that left Chan’s mouth. He could feel Chan shiver at the sensation and pressing back against him, hand in his hair, pulling him closer.
"Minho, baby, please," he whined beautifully, longing for the feeling of his fingers opening him up.
Minho pulled back and smirked at him. "Look at my pretty baby. So desperate for my touch."
Chan didn't even argue, looking at him through his lashes with his lips parted. Dozens of love bites were forming all over his torso and neck where Minho started before he devoured him. Minho climbed up towards him, hovering over him before teasingly licking his nipple. Chan moaned as Minho bit down gently and massaged the other nipple with his fingers. He arched into his touch with a needy whine, hands gripping the sheets in a desperate attempt to steady himself. "Please."
Minho ignored his pleas and moved up to kiss him passionately, grabbing some lube and spreading it on his fingers. Chan groaned against his lips as he very gently pushed in the first finger.
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"Back to the topic at hand. The picture clearly means that they're okay. Chan got a call, probably from Minho, and then he was gone. They must've talked it out," Jisung spoke up.
"I mean, he's sleeping on his chest. And Minho hasn't let him in that closely since their fight," Jeongin added.
"And he looks happy…He wouldn't send that picture if they weren't okay," Felix agreed.
"Maybe they didn't talk it out," Seungmin said, a devious smirk on his face as chaos broke out.
"Ey! It's already enough knowing they've been sleeping together secretly for almost a year. We don't need to bring that up. I don't need those pictures in my head," Changbin scolded him.
"You're one to talk. I didn't need that very vivid picture of you and Felix either," Jisung protested.
"Hannie," Felix whined and blushed red almost immediately, thinking of when he accidentally interrupted them.
"You better keep your mouth shut. Or I'll start spilling everyone’s secrets. At least Felix and I are in a relationship," Changbin told him.
"Are you trying to shame me for having several partners, Changbinnie?" he asked, offended. "Or is it because I get more attention than you do?"
"Shut up," he groaned.
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Chan was melting into the mattress as Minho's fingers opened him up so perfectly. He thanked God they were alone in the house because he couldn't hold back his moans once Minho had located his prostate. His body shook at the intense pleasure, and a whiny moan left his lips.
Minho knew exactly how to bring him to the edge, lips traveling over his body as his fingers massaged his sweet spot. Chan was too far gone already, and Minho couldn't get enough of the sight of him. A few curls were sticking to his forehead, his lips swollen from the shared kisses and trembled beautifully with another low moan. His eyes fluttered close every time he touched him just right, and his body was squirming beneath him, overwhelmed by the sensations. Minho returned to fingering him open a bit more and smiled adoringly at him. "My beautiful love," he whispered in his ear as he leaned down, and Chan shivered with a needy moan. "So handsome," he continued as he kissed all over his jaw.
"Babyy," he groaned, his stomach flipping at his sweet words. He was so close to cumming, he didn’t know if he would hold it any longer. "I'm so close," he told him.
"It's alright, we have plenty of time," he assured him and kissed him lovingly as he went back to massaging his prostate. "Cum for me, Channie," he whispered against his lips, and Chan didn't need a second invitation. He came with a sweet moan of Minho's name and held onto him as he covered their chests in thick ropes of cum. Chan groaned into their steamy kiss, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Minho continued kissing him until he slowly came down from his high. One last whimper escaped Chan’s throat as he laid with his eyes closed, breathing deeply. Minho grabbed a towel he kept close to clean them up.
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"Honestly, I can't believe Chan was making such a fuss. Literally everyone in the group had sex with at least one other member," Seungmin shrugged.
"Chan's not as smart as he'd like to think he is sometimes," Felix said dryly, and everyone started laughing.
"I think Seungmin's right. I mean look at Minho hyung's neck," Hyunjin suddenly chimed in.
Everyone turned their attention back to Felix's phone as he zoomed in. His neck had clear red marks, and Felix's eyes widened. "I think you're right."
"They could've been in a heavy make out session," Jeongin joked.
"Minho and Chan?" Hyunjin raised his eyebrows at him. "I'm sorry, but it was painfully obvious to everyone besides Chan. However, that's still possible."
"Let's video call them and demand an official statement," Jeongin proposed, and before Felix could protest, everyone agreed excitedly.
"Fine, let's call Minho hyung first," he said and called him.
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Minho gently caressed Chan's cheek, and the older one leaned into his touch, closing his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked gently.
"Very okay," he gave back with a lazy smile and opened his eyes again, looking at him. "You can go on if you want to."
"Are you sure, darling? We don't have to if you don't want to," he assured him. But Chan shook his head, kissing him full of love.
"I'm ready. I wouldn't trust anyone else with this but you," he told him, reaching up to cup his cheek.
Minho turned and placed a soft kiss on his palm. "Okay then. Tell me whenever something feels off or uncomfortable, okay?"
"I will," he promised, all his nervousness vanishing looking into his big brown eyes. He trusted him with this. Minho sat up again and grabbed the lube once more. "Can I?" he asked softly. Minho handed him the lube, a small smile on his face. Chan sat up and poured some on his hand before spreading it over his dick. Minho moaned softly at the much-needed attention and hugged him, burying his face in his shoulder for the moment. Once Chan decided it was enough, he handed him the towel to wipe his hand. Minho let him get comfortable again and gently caressed his thighs. "Try to relax, okay? I'll be careful," he promised, and Chan nodded.
Chan watched Minho, who looked adorably concentrated, as he slowly pushed in the tip. He bit his lower lip at the sudden sensation and tried to relax as Minho told him. Chan squeezed his eyes shut as Minho pushed in further with slow, careful movements and breathed in deeply. This felt like much more than his fingers, and the burning stretch was somehow pleasurable. He already felt full of him, and they were just getting started. "Min," he spoke up quietly, unsure if he could manage.
Minho noticed the uncertainty in his tone, it reminded him of their first time together. He leaned down and planted a tiny kiss on top of his nose, making him open his eyes again. "I'm here," he promised, flashing an encouraging smile.
"I-," Chan stopped himself, unsure of what he was going to say. He really wanted this, the sensation just felt a little too foreign, too new.
Minho gently took his hand and intertwined it above his head. "It feels odd at the beginning, right?" he asked, and Chan nodded, relieved that he understood. "Do you want me to stop?"
"I don't think so, no," he shook his head and exhaled softly.
"Does it hurt?"
"Only a little," he told him.
"I can try adding some more lube, and we'll see how that feels?" he offered, and Chan nodded, gasping softly at the sudden emptiness. Minho applied more lube to his dick and on Chan’s entrance and leaned down, kissing him calmingly as he slowly pushed in again.
Chan moaned softly into the kiss and pulled back with a groan as Minho was buried fully inside him not much later. He felt full to the brim and tried to relax, taking a deep breath like he had seen Minho doing before. Minho gave him time to adjust to the feeling, gently stroking his hand. "Okay," Chan breathed out after a moment.
"Are you sure, love?" he checked in, and Chan flashed him a soft smile.
"I'm sure."
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Felix huffed softly as Minho didn't answer and glanced at his friends. "What now?"
"Call Channie hyung," Hyunjin suggested.
"Maybe they don't want to talk to us right now," Seungmin said, and Felix nodded, agreeing.
"Yeah, they could be busy at the moment," he said.
"Busy?" Jeongin raised his eyebrows at him. "Minho's on a break, and Chan's visiting..how would they be busy?"
"Unless they're -," Jisung started and got cut off by Changbin punching his arm.
"Shut up!" he protested loudly. "You can't seriously believe having sex is all they can think of doing."
"Well, it's been a while, who knows?" Seungmin shrugged with a quiet chuckle. He quickly hid behind the sofa as Changbin threw a pillow in his direction.
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Chan kissed Minho passionately as he thrusted into Chan with a steady rhythm . His hands were on his back and tangled in his hair, legs wrapped around the dancer's waist. He rolled his hips to meet his thrusts and moaned into their kisses.
Minho was just as overwhelmed as Chan, the feeling of being buried deep inside him was new to him too, after all. Chan was so tight around his dick. The way he clenched around him every so often threatened to bring his orgasm sooner than he wanted to. He was mindlessly playing with Chan's sweaty curls and tried to remind himself to keep a steady, gentle rhythm. He longed for more, but he wanted to make Chan comfortable. Chan shifted a little beneath him to kiss him even more passionately, clenching around him firmly. Minho moaned needily and couldn't stop his hips from snapping forward forcefully. "Fuck, sorry," he apologized as Chan's head fell back, breaking their kiss apart as he moaned loudly.
"No-I-do that again," he pleaded softly. His eyes rolled back in his head as Minho put the same force into the next thrust. "Fuck," he groaned, and the grip on his hair tightened.
"You like when I fuck you like this?" he asked, watching his lover’s fucked out expression. Chan could only moan in response to another hard snap of his hips.
"Keep doing that, please," he begged his lover breathlessly. His jaw dropped in an obscene moan as Minho managed to hit his prostate again. "Fuck, right there."
Minho picked up the pace and strength of his thrusts, watching Chan slowly falling apart beneath him. Suddenly, Chan's phone rang, and Minho groaned upon hearing the sound.
"Ignore it," Chan pressed out and whimpered softly as Minho grabbed his hands, laying him down and pinning them above his head. He would've never thought of this before, but he really liked handing over all control to Minho.
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"Chan isn't picking up either," Felix shrugged and put away his phone, having enough of bothering them.
"They're definitely having sex," Seungmin concluded and got up, strolling over to the kitchen island.
"Maybe they're taking a nap, you pervert!" Changbin groaned.
"You mean like you and Felix did a few months ago?" Jisung asked, and Felix groaned.
"Why are you so obsessed with the thought of them having sex?" Changbin asked tiredly.
"It's kind of like thinking about your parents having sex…weird," Jeongin said casually, scrolling through his phone, making everyone glance at him shocked. "What?"
"Nothing," Felix rolled his eyes tiredly and leaned back against the soft cushion. "Let's just give them some space, alright?"
"Oops," Jeongin said, holding up his phone, currently calling Chan. Hyunjin guiltily showed them his, calling Minho.
"Oh, for fucks sake!" Felix cursed, and everyone laughed at him, getting so upset that he switched to English again.
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Chan completely tuned out the sound of his phone going off for a second time. He could feel his orgasm creeping up. The knot in his stomach was about to unravel, and he wouldn’t dare let someone interrupt him. Minho had his hands pinned above his head with one hand, restraining his movement. His other hand was either playing with his hair and nipples or roaming his torso, depending on what he felt like. Chan enjoyed the feeling of being helpless and under Minho’s control.
Minho was panting above him, chasing his high as well. The veins popping out from his neck and arms displaying just a fraction of the pleasure building in his body. He was so lost in the moment, in Chan’s moans and the heat radiating off his body. He couldn’t get enough. He looked down at his face, an expression that signaled he was about to come. "Chan-," he tried to warn him and pull out before it was too late.
"Inside," Chan moaned as he hit his prostate again, vision blurring from the feeling.
Minho reached his high, hips snapping forward as he spilled into him with a groan. He lazily moved his hips and reached down, wrapping his hand around Chan's dick to give him the last push.
Chan's head fell back, and the feeling of Minho filling him up alone would've made him stumble over the edge. He arched against him and trembled as he painted their chests with cum for the second time before Minho collapsed onto him. Chan closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath, and felt Minho move on top of him. "Stay a little?" he asked quietly.
Minho chuckled softly and did as he said, still buried inside of him. He buried his face in his neck and smiled as Chan started fondling his hair. "Did it feel okay?" he asked gently, wanting to make sure Chan was alright.
"It felt amazing," he chuckled breathlessly. "You were perfect," he told him softly.
Minho blushed a little, not knowing what to say. "Thanks?"
Chan started laughing and turned to kiss his head. "I love you."
"I love you too," he smirked. "You said there was a second song?"
"Connected," Chan nodded lazily.
"We're not talking about Wi-Fi, I suppose?" he teased.
"Hmm, more along the lines of 'No turning back once we're connected'," Chan giggled.
"Ohh. That's kinda obvious though, isn't it?" Minho smirked.
"Wi-Fi," he shrugged.
"Don't steal my joke," he laughed and rolled his eyes. "Let me go and get something to clean you up with, okay? We'll cuddle after," he promised, knowing how clingy Chan could get after sex. Minho couldn’t blame him though, the skin to skin contact feeding their touched starved bodies well.
Chan smiled softly as Minho cleaned him up gently. They put on some underwear and took the blanket off the bed. Minho quickly threw it into the washing machine, hoping it would be done before his mother came home. When he came back to his bedroom, Chan was checking his phone. "You know, next time turn that thing off," Minho chuckled teasingly.
"Felix and Jeongin tried to reach me," he frowned, and Minho grabbed his phone, telling him Felix and Hyunjin tried him as well. Chan sighed softly and called Felix back. "I bet they’re having trouble peeling their eggs."
"Or they misplaced the remote again," Minho sighed.
"Or they forgot their schedule for today," Chan added, and Minho giggled softly.
"Maybe they locked themselves out of the dance practice room again," he laughed to himself.
"They're a lost cause," he grinned as he started to call them back. Finally, Felix picked up. Chan couldn’t get a word in before he listened to a request, his eyes widening. "Uh yeah, sure. Give me a moment. I'll call you back."
"What's up?" Minho asked as Chan jumped up.
"They want a video call. We gotta put on some clothes."
"Fucks sake. First they send me on a break, and now a week later, they want a video call," Minho groaned playfully. Chan broke out into laughter, throwing a shirt at him. Minho giggled and put it on before getting comfortable on the bed, resting against a pillow. He grabbed one of the snacks they had bought for him and started eating. Chan stared at him as he sat down next to him. "What? I’m trying to eat more throughout the day."
Chan just giggled and video called Felix. He picked up only a few seconds later, and their friends' faces appeared on the screen. Minho was waving with a soft smile.
"Why didn't you pick up earlier?" Jeongin cut right to the chase.
"I was taking a nap. Channie didn't want to disturb me," Minho came up with a lie within seconds, casually eating his snack.
"Are you two okay again?" Felix peeked over, and Minho flashed him a calming smile.
"Yeah, we talked it out. Once Minho is back, everything will be back to normal," Chan told them, laughing at their thrilled expressions.
"Thank God! You were such a pain in the ass," Changbin said.
"Shut up," Chan rolled his eyes, and Minho glanced at him curiously. He made a mental note to ask Felix about that later.
"Minho hyung, why are you wearing Chan's shirt?" Hyunjin asked and squinted his eyes at them. "And Chan is wearing yours."
Minho didn't answer, almost choking on his snack. He felt like punching him for mixing up their shirts.
"I thought sharing clothes is something that boyfriends do?" Chan answered smoothly.
Minho blinked in surprise at his words. Meanwhile, tiny gasps can barely be heard through the phone as the boys watched everything unfold. He looked at Chan stunned. "Boyfriends?" he asked timidly.
Chan misunderstood his tone and looked at him nervously. "I-I thought that's what you wanted?"
"Yes," Minho nodded slowly and tilted his head at him a little. "Is that what you want to call it finally?"
Chan was finally able to see through the timid tone and nodded. "This has been going on for a year now. I think it's long overdue."
A comforting warmth spread through Minho’s chest, and a happy smile across his lips. His eyes brightened, and he looked so soft it made Chan's heart melt. Minho bit his lower lip giddily at the new term and blushed heavily as Seungmin called him out for it.
"Aww look at Minho hyung!"
Minho covered his face with his hands and shook his head. "Stop it, all of you!" Chan giggled softly and rubbed his thigh below the camera. The butterflies fluttering in his stomach rapidly kept him blissful and happy in that moment.
"I don't think Minho hyung was taking a nap," Jeongin suddenly spoke up. "Now Chan's neck looks just like Minho’s."
Minho's eyes widened, his expression seeming to betray his little white lie with the shocked glance he took at Chan's neck. He glanced back at them with a playful glare, after realizing there were, in fact, visible marks on his neck and collarbone. "Oh fuck you," he sighed as their friends started…cheering?
"That's going to cost you," Jisung grinned at Changbin.
"I had faith in you saying you talked it out," he groaned, defeated.
"Hey, we did talk for over an hour before it happened, okay?" Chan protested, and Minho smacked his chest. "What the fuck was that for? They already know," he whined.
"You dumbass. They're talking about when they tried calling us earlier," he explained as a light blush crept up his neck. Chan looked at him blankly before realization hit his face.
"Oh."
"Oh." Minho mocked him and playfully rolled his eyes.
Felix grinned, watching them bicker. "Judging by that interaction alone, you two seem to be just fine."
"Does them having sex twice already mean Changbin has to pay double?" Seungmin asked, unbothered.
"You made a bet?" Chan blinked surprised.
"They always do," Minho rolled his eyes.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, confused at this new revelation.
"Means everyone had sex with someone else in the group at least once. But you're the only one panicking about the others finding out," Minho clarified and smirked at Chan's shocked expression. "You raised your kids well, Chan. We're unofficially the least straight group out there. Actually, we should change our name to the not-so-straight kids."
For that, he earned a punch in the arm. He grunted softly with a chuckle."Why didn't I know?"
"Because you're pretty dum-," Jeongin started, but Changbin shushed him. "I mean, blind, sometimes."
"These two are a couple," Jisung said, pointing at Felix and Changbin. "Which doesn't stop Hyunjin and Felix from messing around, though. Which doesn't stop Hyunjin from messing around with either Jeongin, Seungmin, or myself with no strings attached."
"Shut it, Hannie. You're overwhelming him with information," Felix laughed as Chan's jaw dropped.
"To change the topic for a moment, Minho hyung, would you feel up to helping Chan and me out on set in three days?" Hyunjin asked him. "I think the dance could use a little shaping."
"I uhm..Channie?" Minho looked at him, unsure if he was allowed to be on set.
"I guess that's fine as long as you don't hurt your knee even more," Chan told him.
"Okay then," he smiled, excited that he'd be able to spend another day with some of them.
"Chan hyung, are we allowed to visit him during his break?" Jisung asked curiously.
"Listen, as long as you are keeping track of your schedule, I don't care who and how often you come here to visit Minho," he told them. "Just let him know beforehand."
Minho was the first one to be sent home for a short “break” while the rest of the group continued to work. Usually, they just stayed at the house when they were sick or injured. So it was a foreign experience to all of them, not just him. "Oh, I wanted to thank you for all the things you packed up for me. Also, your letters all mean a lot to me. I'll keep them close always," he smiled softly.
After talking for a little while, they exchanged goodbyes and promised Minho to visit soon. Once the call ended, Minho turned to face Chan, mirroring his position. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, vaguely gesturing at the two of them.
"I'm sure. I can't keep talking about how you mean so much to me and not make you mine," Chan explained.
Minho smiled at him excitedly and leaned forward to steal a kiss. Deep down, he was a little hopeless romantic, so of course, he imagined the moment Chan would ask him to be his boyfriend differently. Nevertheless, he was more than happy to finally have a name for their relationship. "I love you, Channie."
"I love you too, Min," he smiled and kissed him lovingly. "How does a warm bath sound?"
"Pretty good, actually," Minho answered.
"I'll go prepare everything," he told him and smiled. He got up and walked to the bathroom.
Once he was gone, Minho looked down at his knee and shivered at the dark bruises. He needed to take his bandages off in order to bathe. He took a couple deep breaths to relax and carefully began peeling off the edge of one strip of tape. Minho bit his fist as he quickly ripped it off, moaning in pain and squeezing his eyes shut. As he fidgeted with the second strip, his hand was stopped and replaced by Chan's, who kneeled in front of him.
"Let me help, love," he said, carefully peeling it off his skin. He glanced up at him, still biting his fist and wincing softly at the feeling. Chan reached up and carefully wrapped his hand around his wrist. He pulled his hand away and looked at it, the bitemarks slowly bruising his skin. "Min," he said gently.
Minho shivered at the sight and pulled his hand from his, hiding it in his lap. "Sorry," he mumbled quietly.
Chan looked at him, a hint of worry in his features as he continued pulling off the tape strip by strip. Sure, they talked out their differences and seemed to be okay. But deep down, Chan thinks maybe this break was necessary for Minho. He didn't seem to be mentally present. Chan knew he wasn't as tough as he pretended to be around everyone else, but watching him these past few weeks worried him. Chan pulled off the last strip of tape and soothingly fondled his thighs, looking up at him. "Baby?"
"Mhm?" Minho hummed quietly and glanced down at him.
"What was that about?" he asked and took his hand, hesitantly turning it so he could see exactly what Chan was talking about.
"I didn't want my mum to notice how much it hurt, so I stifled the sounds that way. I kind of forgot she isn't in the house," he told him honestly.
"Maybe next time use a blanket or something?" Chan suggested. "Otherwise, your knee will be fine, and your hand will be fucked up."
"I guess you have a point," he nodded and sighed softly. "I'm sorry to worry you, Channie. I promise I'm okay. I just need some time to get my brain going again."
"It's okay," Chan promised and got up again. He cupped his face and leaned down, kissing his forehead softly. "I'll be back in a moment."
Minho smiled at him tiredly and watched him go back to the bathroom to finish preparing their bath. He glanced down at his hand and rolled his eyes. This really wasn't his brightest idea. He looked around his room in a moment of comfortable silence. Though suddenly, the thought of the day Chan returns to their busy life while he'd be here alone with his thoughts sent an unsettling feeling in his stomach. That couldn't be right. His happiness and well-being shouldn't solely depend on his members and now boyfriend. He needs to center himself once more, for the sake of himself and his group.
Chan called his name when everything was ready. Minho sighed and stood up, making his way to the bathroom. The two took their time undressing and got into the tub. Minho was sitting between his legs, leaning his back against his chest. Chan had his arms wrapped around him, his hands resting on Minho's stomach and intertwined with his. Minho was silent, his mind racing with various thoughts rapidly. Chan waited a few seconds before speaking up. "Are you okay?" he asked after a long moment of silence. “You’re very quiet.”
"I think I need therapy," Minho told him truthfully, subconsciously holding his breath. He felt Chan stiffen behind him at the statement, for just a moment. But he felt it nonetheless. He quickly shut his mouth and stared straight ahead, standing his ground. This was a stupid idea, he thought to himself as he slowly exhaled. The way Chan reacted to his proposal of seeing a therapist after that night should've told him everything he needed to know.
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