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Jin didn’t know how he became a sex addict, he just knew it happened years ago and it was starting to really affect his life. There were times when he wished he had other kind of addictions, like alcohol. It sounded better when he made a fool out of himself, which happened quite often in the past few months. But there were times when nothing matters, just his own lust, feeding his appetite and submitting to this urges he had.
He obviously needs help, he thought while flipping through the page of a magazine, avoiding looking at the girls’ cleavage or at the guys’ inviting faces. If you count the numerous encounters, as he called them, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. He had the looks, he had the brains for it and he definitely knew how to charm people. And to be honest, he really enjoyed it, the chase, the foreplay and the actual event made him feel alive, powerful. As if in those moments he was the king of the world playing with his most loyal subjects.
It gave the 27 years old salary man an opportunity to leave all behind for a few hours and submit to his every desire. That’s how it all started, at least. Now, years after, he wasn’t so sure about it. He wasn’t sure he could go on with another day at the office, desperately trying to avoid every single person in there. Not that there were many who he didn’t already had once or twice, but still; he preferred to carry on with his duties without the inconvenience of an erection sticking out in his pants or even making things worse with his colleagues.
He’s always been hypersexual, since he discovered the joys of such act, but at least then his sexual urges could be controlled at some point. Now, it was out of his hands, there was nothing he could do about it. Contrary to people’s beliefs, it was starting to wear him off, the constant fear and embarrassment he had to go through every day. It was time to admit to himself that the problem was bigger than he anticipated.
He closed the magazine and placed it on his desk with a thud, inhaling deeply. It wasn’t strange to be the only one in the office during lunch break, but it was definitely weird for his boss, a beautiful woman in her early 30’s to skip it like that. He paced through the perfectly aligned cubicles, straight to the office the woman was into. He didn’t tell anyone about his problem, at times he himself didn’t consider it as a problem, and the people surrounding him didn’t ask about his somehow strange behavior not even once.
Maybe it was for the best. He would tell his boss about it, take his leave and admit himself to a hospital or something. He didn’t even know how these things worked, but he would surely find out soon. The woman’s first reaction was the obvious one, the one Jin expected. She burst out laughing, making it harder for Jin who threw her a gullible look, with a matching smile attached. By the end of the lunch break, though, he made it clear how serious it became and his plan worked. His boss gave him the personal leave he needed; pointing out that the sooner he resolved his problem, the better.
He could start dealing with it tomorrow, because honestly who starts a treatment on Monday, right? Tuesday was more a fitting day for it, especially when he was in desperate need of getting some. He gave up drinking a few years ago, when no more than a beer accentuated his desire and his behavior changed dramatically. But tonight he was going to make an exception and satisfy his needs.
The club he walked in straight after work wasn’t the usual kind of place he attended. He was more into the family restaurants, where one could have an apple juice without fearing that people will throw him suspicious looks. The people were usually nice, really normal people from housewives and family men to the good students searching for a peaceful environment. He usually avoided the crowded places where alcohol was a must, but this time he was set on submitting to every desire he had.
The tall, blonde foreign girl throwing him seductive looks as soon as he approached the bar was the perfect example why he avoided those places. The girl’s friend, however, watching him through hooded eyes, made him suppress any thought about that, pressing it to the back of his mind. There were more important things at hand, after all. With a devious smile he sat onto the bar stool right between them, the thrill of the hunt creeping inside his body. Not that it was hard to get those girls, but the excitement of it sending chills down his spine. Like a predator throwing itself over the pray, Jin let his body do the talking as he gracefully bit his bottom lip, one of his hands ending on the blonde’s knee.
“Hello, ladies. May I offer you a drink?” he let out with a smile spread onto his face, sealing his victory when the girls eagerly leaned forward to state their names. His evening was becoming more and more interesting when one of them pressed a wet kiss on his neck.
~*~
No matter how good last night was for Jin, a sentiment of guilt washed over him the second he woke up in his bed, each girl to one of his sides. Guilt not only for what he did, but also for wanting it again and again, until the burning desire he felt each second could diminish a bit. There were times when he didn’t let them leave his small, crowded apartment for days, for an entire weekend. He was insatiable and that was that.
He lifted the covers and peeked under them, studying the two naked bodies with the same passion as the night before. Just as he remembered: they were slim, fit and alluring. A crooked smile spread on his face as he traced the blonde’s shoulder, down her arm until he reached the wrist, casually resting on his chest. The girl stirred in her sleep but didn’t wake up, making it more arousing for Jin himself.
But, to his disappointment, a moment later Lil Wayne interrupted him, his usual ringtone filling the peaceful silence from a moment ago. He rolled his eyes, carefully removing all of the limbs entangled with his own, before slipping out of the bed and out of his nice morning after. The name displayed on the cell phone’s screen squeezed a frown out of him, before answering it with a husky tone.
“Hello?” he greeted, his eyes roaming all over the room in search for his boxers, but the pile of clothes in front of the bed and the other scattered across the room didn’t help him much.
“What are you doing, Jin?” the voice on the other end of the line questioned him rather roughly. It was his childhood friend Ryo, currently his co worker also, and the only one of his friends he could still call that way, letting ‘with benefits’ part out. “I heard you quit your job? What the hell?” The other spat into the phone.
“I didn’t quit. I just took a personal leave.” He sighed deeply, finally finding the underwear somewhere over one of his bedside lamps. “It’s for a couple of weeks, tops.” He informed the other one while getting dressed. Seemed that his mood was killed in an instant.
“Why? Are you in some kind of trouble?” Ryo sounded genuinely worried. “I tried asking the boss but she just laughed.”
“Yeah.” Jin replied bluntly. “The same reaction as I got.” He took a sharp intake, fixing the undergarment onto his hips. “Look, I’m in the middle of something here. Can we talk later?”
“Yeah, you bet. I’m on my way. Be sure to kick her out before I get there.” His friend announced him, knowing some of Jin’s antics, before he ended the call.
“Eh?” Jin gasped at the phone. “What the hell is wrong with him?” he shook his head and with a final examining look he decided it was the time to wake those girls up.
~*~
“No, man. I can’t believe this.” Ryo burst out laughing; taking a small bottle of water Jin offered him, slumping onto Jin’s small couch. “You? A sex addict?” his laughter echoed through the room.
“At least I get some of it, while you…” he eyed the dark haired man mockingly, from where he was sitting in front if the couch. “… well, don’t.” he ended with a soft chuckle.
“Oh, shut it. I’m not that bad either.” Ryo threw the nearest pillow at him. “But it’s funny, you know? I always thought you’re … let’s say special, but to that extent?” another series of laughter rolled out his tongue.
“I don’t know why I even bothered. It’s not like you can understand it.” Jin rolled his eyes and finally took a seat next to his friend.
“Actually I do.” Ryo took a small sip of his water before continuing, Jin’s curiosity peaked. “I have this friend who had the same problem as you. I was beside him the whole time, so I think I know how I can help you. I just never thought this thing could affect so many people around me, though.” He ended with a mischievous smile.
“Problem? You make it sound like a disease or something. Cut the mysterious act and spill it out.” Jin eyed him with interest.
“The first step is always the admission. Take a deep breath, think about it for a few moments, then answer me.” Ryo paused for a dramatic effect and Jin did just that. “Do you think you have a problem? Do you think you need help?”
“Yes.” Jin answered it without even knowing how the word flew out of his mind. Maybe the subconscious mind was more aware that his conscious one, after all. “Yes, I have a problem.” He pursed his lips, waiting for his friend’s reply.
“Then you need to seek help. That’s the next step.” Ryo patted his shoulder, getting up and ready to leave. “I’ll help you with that too. I’ll mail you later the address of a good clinic and the doctor’s name who does wonders, as my friend told me.”
Jin sighed, almost exhausted after letting all out in front of his friend. “This better work, Ryo. Or I’m going to kill you, your friend, and that doctor.” He threatened, more serious that he has ever been in his life. After all it wasn’t an easy choice for him to make.
“It will work, I assure you.” Ryo waved his goodbye before slipping out of the door.
“I hope so.” Jin muttered to himself, once the front door was closed.
He paced to the bathroom, decided to continue what he started earlier that morning, even it was only through one of his many fantasies, and the girls were now just a memory in his long, eventful nights out. Better this that nothing, he thought as he turned the hot water on, a replacement for the warm hands that could’ve caressed his skin if he wasn’t interrupted.