Taeyang sat at the far end of the couch, legs crossed, his pristine shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow. A carefully organized box sat beside him on the table. Hyungjin watched curiously as the doctor unlatched it, revealing a stack of vintage magazines, DVDs, and slim books with worn-out covers.
"What's that?" Hyungjin asked, already inching closer.
"Education," Taeyang replied calmly, almost teasing. "Sexual identity. Orientation. Exploration."
Hyungjin blinked. His eyes widened as Taeyang handed him the first magazine. The cover was bold. Graphic. Two men, locked in an intimate act, their bodies tangled in something Hyungjin had never dared imagine.
"This is real?" Hyungjin muttered, thumbing through a few pages, his voice barely above a whisper. "People do this?"
Taeyang gave a soft laugh. "People feel. People desire. You're not strange for wondering."
Hyungjin looked at him sharply. "I'm not wondering like that."
Taeyang didn't press. He only leaned back and let Hyungjin devour the material with his eyes, even as the younger boy tried to pretend he wasn't curious. The doctor's gaze remained patient knowing. He'd seen this before. The first crack in the wall someone builds around their feelings. Then he opened his laptop and showed him bus collections. He sat there and watched Hyungjin assimilate all one by one.
That night, Hyungjin barely slept. His dreams were a blur of images sweat-slicked skin,moans, trembling fingers. In the stillness of the early morning, he found himself wondering what it meant to want.
By afternoon, Hyungjin still hadn't decided if he wanted to go to the court. He sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, replaying one of the videos Taeyang had shown him. He moved to the next video but it was too extra. He saw that it involved BDSM and immediately paused it. He picked up the phone again with trembling hands.
The door to his room was half-open when it happened.
A knock. A familiar voice.
"Yo."
Hyungjin froze.
He looked up and accidentally played the video. Felix was standing right there, leaning casually against the frame. He wore a tank top and his usual street sneakers. His eyes trailed down to the phone in Hyungjin 's hand and the very obvious flush on his neck. The room smelled faintly of sweat and nerves.
"Ah ah… stop.. ahhhh" moans were erupting from the phone and the two locked eyes with each other.
"You good?" Felix asked, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips.
Hyungjin slammed the phone facedown on the bed and sat up quickly, trying to mask the evidence of his arousal with his arms.
"You weren't at the court," Felix added, stepping closer. "Thought I'd check in."
"I I wasn't feeling it," Hyungjin muttered.
Felix's gaze dropped he noticed the way Hyungjin 's thighs were pressed tightly together, the twitch of tension in his shoulders.
"You sure you're not feeling something?" Felix said with a grin.
Hyungjin tried to get up, but Felix was already near. He sat beside him on the bed, close enough that Hyungjin could feel the heat from his skin. Then, casually, he slid his hand over Hyungjin 's shoulder, fingers brushing lightly down to his bicep.
Hyungjin tensed.
"Don't," he whispered, but it came out weak uncertain.
Felix looked amused. "You sure?"
His hand wandered further, just a bit lower trailing teasingly down Hyungjin 's thigh, dangerously close to where he was already hard. Hyungjin 's breath hitched. He grabbed Felix's wrist, pulling his hand away.
"I said, don't."
Felix chuckled low. "I think you need help."
"I don't," Hyungjin snapped, standing up. But as he turned, Felix landed a quick smack on his butt and then laughed.
"I'll wait outside. Take your time," he said, already walking off.
A few minutes later, Hyungjin stormed out of the apartment. Felix was leaning against the railing just outside, chewing gum and tapping his foot like he owned the block.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Hyungjin asked, breathless, partly from embarrassment, partly from everything else.
Felix shrugged. "You've been missing basketball. Just came to check."
"That's not what you were checking on."
Felix raised a brow. "You're mad?"
"Why are you here, asking for the hundredth time." Hyungjin asked.
"You owe me something." Felix replied his left eye slightly squinting.
"Owe you? I don't remember borrowing anything from you ."
"Candy, gum and my pleasure."
"You!... I gave you all those stuff from my own free will and now it was a debt!" Hyungjin yelled with wide eyes.
Felix's eyes lit up, but his smile was cocky. "Whoa. Relax. It was just a question. Don't be mad."
"There's no more." Hyungjin replied.
"Go buy them."
"No more money." Hyungjin replied.
"Find some money and go buy them." Felix added
"No." He said raising his hands like he was saying he didn't have any money.
Felix looked at him, turned his head sideways and smirked.
"Why aren't you coming for games anymore." He asked
"Because I don't want to. Do I owe you an explanation."
Adrenaline ran down Felix's body and within seconds Hyungjin realized he was pinned to the wall and couldn't breathe.
Felix's hand was on his neck.
"Let me go, let me go, I can't breathe" he screamed and Doctor Taeyang came running outside.
"Do you think I'm a joke to you."
"He's been having a cold and couldn't go out much. He didn't want to spread it." Taeyang yel
led from behind
Felix let him go and looked slightly concerned but said nothing and left.