Sehun was detailing the kid-like young man. After some seconds of thinking, he scribbled on his notebook: "First observations : Habit of rocking back and forth. Sign of discomfort and anxiety. Holds his plushie tightly against him. Sign of seeking for comfort." Closing the notebook, he buried it in his blouse pocket, alongside with his pen, and closed the door behind him. He took a step forward and noticed how Luhan's body stiffened at each step. The boy stopped rocking his body, unconsciously moving backward, away from Sehun. He needed his personal space and the doctor was invading it. Sehun noticed how the faint smile on his patient's lips gave place to a scared pout, eyes shining in apprehension. The psychiatrist knew what he was supposed to do in this case. Bend down so that his gaze would be at the same height of his interlocutor' one and smile gently while locking gazes so he would understand he had no mean intent. But theory and reality were two distinct things. And smiling was something Sehun didn't know how to do. So he opted for the second solution. All of a sudden, Luhan felt strong arms slowly pulling his body forward and his face met a toned but warm and comfortable chest. A hand started rubbing soothing circles on his back and he closed his eyes, breathing in the reassuring sent of the man who had entered his room, loosening his hold on his plushie. But he didnt know this token of affection was also having effects on Sehun. Indeed, holding the scared boy in his arms also eased the doctor whose heart felt suddenly warm, which habitually never occured to him. He spoke in a gentle voice: "Everything will be fine, Luhan. I'm Oh Sehun and I will be in charge of you. So you don't have to worry, okay?" Luhan nodded and shyly freed himself of Sehun's hug, leaving the other with an unusual feeling of loss. But the timid smile Luhan had toward him made up for it. The boy was accepting him and giving him his trust. Sehun thought it was a nice start: "The nurses will proceed with your check up while I will go and greet the other patients. And when I'll be back we will start our meeting, okay? Luhan pouted slightly, disappointed by the fact that his new friend wasn't staying with him, but he nodded weakly. Willing to prove the boy that he could trust him entirely, Sehun lifted his pinky in front of his patient's face: "I'll be right back. Promise." Luhan nodded eagerly, glee shining in his eyes as he also held out his pinky and took Sehun's with his own. The boy was slightly surprised by the fact that, while his doctor's words were kind and comforting, his face was cold and emotionless. But somehow... Somehow he knew Sehun was a good person. Eyes don't lie. Behind the glass door, Suho was smiling. Maybe his plan would work. *** Baekhyun was sitting in front of his coffee mug, soulless. Kyungsoo, who was sitting in front of him broke the akward silence, quite surprised. Baekhyun rarely stopped talking, even when he was making out with his giant boyfriend. "What's wrong, Baek? You look drained." The latter give him an 'are-you-seriously-asking-me-what's-wrong-you-idiot' stare before his head collapsed on the table as he let out a dying sigh. Kyungsoo smirked: "Is Mrs Choi that bad?" Baekhyun dramatically rolled his eyes before he grumbled: "There was definitely a reason why Sehun was the one in charge of her at the first place." Kyungsoo wiped away a fake tear of compassion before completing: "Well he does have a hell of a patience, unlike you." All the knocked out psychiatrist could do was to lift his middle finger high up at his giggling friend: "Shut the up, Kyungogo. What am I supposed to do when she thinks I am her grandson? Her grandson was a ing acrobat! She started asking me to do hell of impossible things and hit me when I couldn't! My crotch hurts so much from doing splits I think Chanyeol will have to put up with s for at least a month!" His friends eyes widened as he slapped Beakhyun's top of the head: "Yah! Your ual life is the least of my interest! Also, don't call me Kyungogo ever again." Beakhyun could only gulp down his saliva as he tried to forget how violent his friend could get when you messed up with him. To save his life, he opted for changing the topic: "But why do you think Suho insisted on Sehun being Luhan's psychiatrist?" Kyungsoo pressed his lips in a straight line, eyes widening as he also wondered. But he gave no reply. Baekhyun asked in a low breath-like voice, so only both of them could hear : "Do you think it has to do with that?" But the other had no time to respond when something hit Baekhyun hard -again - on the head. The latter was about to make a fuss, willing to complain for the loss of neurons the hit must have caused, when his eyes met Suho's annoyed ones: "Don't you have anything better to do than talking behind your chief's back?" The small psychiatrist parted his lips, lifting his index, about to say something when the blond chief cut him, a sadistic flame burning in his eyes: "I think Mrs Choi was looking for you. You should go. You looked excited this morning about having a new patient to take care of, am I right? You shouldn't make her wait." Again, the ugly pout appeared on Baekhyun's face as he left the two men, rubbing his at the thought of confronting the old lady for a second time this day. "Don't you think you're going a little rough on him, Hyung?" But Suho shrugged it off, leaving the wide-eyed boy alone with his coffee. Sitting on the chair of his office desk, the head psychiatrist opened one small drawer with a tiny key and took out a small picture from it. Looking at it, he sighed profusely, brushing it with the tip of his thumb. Who knew it would hurt this much? *** The two little boys were lying on the green wet grass. Neither of them was talking. The fresh breeze was rustling through the branches of the old chestnut tree, rays of light struggling to make their way through the fluffy foliage. Neither of them was talking but the silence said it all. Luhan sobs were mute but the orange - haired boy beside knew he was hurting. Because he could feel the hurt too. The latter rolled on his side, wrapping his arm around his sad friend, kissing one by one all of the bruises on his beautiful face: "Lu-ge... I'm sorry. I should have been there." But the said - boy shook his head in denial, a fake smile curling up the side of his lips: "No Minseok, you can't always be there for me." But the concerned boy was outraged by this statement. He abruptly sat up, an upset frown displayed on his chubby face: "What are you saying?! How come! We'll always be together! Forever!" Suddenly, a mix of fear and shock rushed on his face. "Wait. You don't want us to be together? Am I a nuisance?" It was Luhan's turn to look shocked: "What are saying! Of course not Minseok! You'll never be a nuisance to me, far from that!" The latter beamed gleefully: "So we'll be together forever, Lu - ge? " He nodded with a warm smile pasted across his lips. But Minseok wasn't with Luhan anymore. *** When Sehun went back into Luhan's room, he saw the young man standing in front of the closed window, his plushie still in his hand and his gaze lost in contemplation. He was still rocking his body back and forth unconsciously. Luhan suddenly felt a gentle grip on his shoulder and broke his visual contact with the outside world, his eyes lending on the person he had been waiting for. He had been too caught up in his daydream and didn't hear him enter. He smiled brightly at the welcomed intruder. The latter didn't -couldn't- return the smile but instead asked: "Did you wait too long? I'm sorry it took more time than I expected." Luhan shook his head in denial, signaling he wasn't mad at Sehun, and pointed at the window. The psychiatrist followed the finger and wondered: "What were you looking at?" He then felt a slight tug on his blouse as Luhan was pulling him beside him. Their sides were brushing each other's and Luhan was eagerly pointing at the park four floors down where a tremendous chestnut tree was standing. Sehun's mind, which had been focused on their closeness, moved back to what the boy was indicating: "The park?" He inquiered. Luhan nodded excitedly. "We will go there, but before that, you have to do something for me." The concerned boy's face became serious as he wondered what was the raven-haired man expecting from him. "We must have a first counseling session together right now." Luhan pouted and Sehun almost felt a string pulling at his heart, but remained composed as always. "I know it sounds boring but don't worry, we'll make it fun. Then, after you eat, we'll go to the park together. I promise." The childlike patient looked for the pinky but didn't see it coming, so he grabbed Sehun's hand and tied their pinky together, looking up at the taller man with a determined look as if he had been given an important mission. Sehun patted the boy's honey hair. Somehow, Luhan could see the warmth in Sehun's eyes. But only Luhan could. They left the patient's bedroom, heading toward an other room. It was the first time the boy went through this halls and uneasiness started growing into him. Sehun was walking beside him. Discretly, he lessened the gap between their bodies. That's when Sehun felt a tiny palm wrapping itself around his bigger one, a cozy feeling spreading in his body through his hand. Luhan was holding his hand. And what the small boy didnt know was that, even for Sehun, it felt incredibly nice. "Holly woopidy ! What a sight!" If Sehun wasn't so emotionless, someone would have sworn he had a jaded frown on his face, but obviously he didn't. Sehun heard Luhan gasping, probably at the use of what he must think was a no-no word. "How could you do that before him, Baek?!" But the latter didn't spare him a glance, too preoccupied by taking nice pictures with his cellphone: "I could sell those pictures in the hospital! I would become immediately rich!" He looked up from his cellphone for a second, winking at Sehun. "You two look so cute together!" He squealed before focusing back on the pictures. Sehun threatened between his teeth: "I hope they will get you enough money because you'll need them for your surgery after I finish my business with you." Baekhyun faked a pout: "Yah Sehun - ah! How can you be so mean without even blinking?" He paused for a second before shivering. "No wait, it's better this way. I bet you look even more frightening with a smile on your lips, if that's even possible." Sehun was about to take off his shoe to throw it at his so-called friend when the latter quickly disappeared, but not before blowing him a slobbery kiss. "Byun Baekhyun I swear, the next time I see you..." But he didn't finish his sentence as the little palm holding his own was tugging at it. He focused back on Luhan and saw the inquiring light in his eyes. "It's Baekhyun, he's been sticking out around me since high school. I guess you call that a friend." "A friend." Luhan thought. "Well it depends on what you want that person to mean to you." Sehun didn't say anything but noticed Luhan sudden change of attitude at his mention of friend. He made a mental note to write it down in his notebook later. *** Baekhyun was staring at the pictures on his cellphone, a puzzled frown on his face. "What are you looking at?" He jumped out of fear, almost dropping his cellphone. With a fake angry tone, he complained at the spook - like intruder: "Yeollie! You almost made me have a heart attack!" He pouted but the other pecked a kiss on his boyfriend's cheek, making it turn into a light shade of pink: "Don't worry we're in a hospital, you couldn't die so easily." He then added with a wink. "Beside, I wouldn't let the love of my life perish before you know what." Baekhyun stuck out his tongue at his lover but the latter ignored and teased. "What were you looking at with this amazed gaze? Are you perhaps cheating on your wonderful boyfriend?" The small psychiatrist punched him lightly on the chest: "Almost." Seriousness washed over Chanyeol's face as he took the cellphone from his boyfriend's hand: "Who is it? I'm gonna have two words with him... Wait." He looked dumfounded. "Is that Sehun?" Baekhyun nodded. "Why does something seems different about him... like..." "The aura." The usually sassy boy put out. It was Chanyeol's turn to nod. Sehun's aura seemed... warm. *** The two men entered a spacious room. It was vaca