Taeyoon arrived a little after 9 am at the practice she now co-owned with Mark Cheung. A friend from university that specialised in abnormal behaviour. When Taeyoon decided to come back home from the US, Mark had offered a place in his practice. Her PA, a Finite trainee called Suri was a smart young woman who knew how to balance Taeyoon's professional responsibilities with her very complicated personal life. 

“Morning Doc. Your first appointment is waiting in your office.”

“You let someone in my office?” this was not like Suri. 

“This client is a little different.” Suri turned the appointment book round for Taeyoon to see that it was Min Chanyeol waiting to see her.

“You have to stop doing this.”

Chanyeol smiled warmly across at her. He was no longer the annoying kid that would play the drums on whatever surface he could find. “You’re no longer my patient. In fact, there was never a reason for you to have therapy in the first place.”

Chanyeol shrugged, “I have PTSD from your brother being shot in front of me.”

“It was 10 years ago and he survived, get over it, everyone else has. Besides, I had a gun held to my head and I got over that,” and many other things that she couldn't say out loud. 

“Do you tell your other patients to get over it?" 

Taeyoon sighed, “What do you want? I have a job, I don't get to swan around and be praised just for being me by an adoring fanbase.” she crossed to her desk, switched on the computer and checked the Household and Consortium schedule for the day. No changes, even with Kai’s engagement announcement. Should she ask Chanyeol about it? She shook her head, no that would be opening up a conversation and she needed to get him out.

“I like it when you do that.” He ignored her jibe at his career as a composer. He had crossed the room and sat on her desk, blocking her view of the computer, forcing her to acknowledge him,  “when you go off into your own world.”

“Please don’t talk about me like that. I am older than you. Have a little more respect for that." Chanyeol reached out and clasped her face. For a moment she turned her face into his hand. She could smell the deodorant. The same one he’d been wearing when he’d visited the States on tour, almost three years ago now.

“For so many reasons.” She stepped back.

“The age difference doesn’t bother me,” he said quickly 

“I’m four years older than you. You’re the son of my father’s best friend. You're also friends with my brother. Should I call Kyungsoo now? Tell him what you're doing?”

“We could be like my parents. Omma is Lee Soo-hyuk's sister.”

"That marriage almost cause a rift in the Consortium. Soo-hyuk samchon was angry for months." 

“Nuna that's just details,” he grabbed her hand before she could stop him, pulled her closer, stared up at her with those shiny, optimistic puppy dog eyes, “We’re good together. Tell me you don’t’ think about that night. You were so beautiful…”

“Stop!” she scolded but she didn’t move away, “I was married.”

“Separated,” he corrected. 

Hearing him say it, so plainly, as if it were no big deal. If only she could see it like that. No big deal. But what did Chanyeol or anyone know of her life with Scott? It was the hardest thing to come back home, tail between her legs and try to start over in Seoul. The most judgemental city on the planet. Thank God for Mark and this practice. Having a job to go to every day was what kept her sane.

"I'm sorry. That was insensitive of me." he hugged her gently, "I could take care of your nuna. Let me take care of you. We could bu