Everything was huge and Ashil didn't know where to look. He could imagine what kind of place the wealthy families lived in, but never would he have had the chance and the pleasure of discovering such a place. Moreover, Oahn's house wasn't decorated extravagantly. Everything was modern and painted in light colors with touches of bright colors. Everything was balanced. The interior of this house was as ordinary as the designer clothes that Oahn wore.

Going up the wide steps of the staircase, always following the girl, she half turned to check if Ashil was still following her and asked him:

"Why is it you who's taking him home? Was he not with some friends when he met you?"

"I don't really know why I'm in charge of tucking him in..." Ashil confessed, almost in a whisper.

"How did you meet my brother?"

"I'm his tutor for an assignment he has to return."

"His tutor? I didn't know that Oahn needed help with his studies."

"He doesn't need any help," Ashil justified himself without thinking before speaking.

"So why..." the girl started to speak while turning around, stopping Ashil in the middle of the hallway.

The girl looked successively at her sleeping brother against Ashil and the latter, then a smile filled with innuendo formed on her lips, getting to the bottom of this situation.

"So it's him," she said aloud in a thoughtful voice and for herself.

"What did you just say?" Ashil asked, confused.

"Oh! Nothing important," the girl swept Ashil's question away changing the subject. "Come, his room is there."

At the end of the corridor, the girl opened a door and Ashil entered into a big room with dark blue-gray walls. Remaining on the spot, Ashil saw the girl pass in front of him and went to the bed. She took off the blanket and Ashil walked to the piece of furniture, gently lying Oahn down on his mattress and didn't forget to take off his shoes. The girl pulled the blanket over her brother's body and stood up straight.

"I'll get him some ibuprofen and a glass of water for tomorrow."

Ashil nodded and Oahn's sister walked out of the room.

Alone in the dark, Ashil looked around the room. Against the wall to his right was the king-size bed, surrounded by two bedside tables and near the door of the room, about two meters away, was another door. To his left, there was a large desk with a laptop closed on it. Above this desk hung shelves, and a huge map of the world with an aged effect, and dozens of photos pinned on it. Further away, almost behind him, a black sliding door closed another Oahn's secret. In front of Ashil, a large patio door let the light of the moon light Oahn's sleeping body.

Ashil moved to explore the room further when Oahn's distress froze him to the spot. He slowly turned toward him and he noticed him struggling as if he was having a nightmare. Concerned, Ashil went to the bed. He sat down, at Oahn's waist level, and put his hands on his shoulders.

"Oahn?" Ashil called him, shaking his shoulders gently.

"I'm sorry," Oahn moaned.

"Why are you sorry? I told you that you didn't have to be."

Seeing no reaction from Oahn when he spoke, Ashil realized he wasn't talking to him. Oahn was plunged into a world that Ashil couldn't penetrate, only witnessing the emotional distress he was stuck in.

"You were right," Oahn continued to sob. "It has never been your fault. Everything was only mine."

Ashil gulped, not knowing how to react to this sleepy Oahn and imploring with pain forgiveness. Then, suddenly, his heart stopped beating, breaking into thousands of pieces. If Oahn had stopped moaning and moving, silent tears ran down his cheeks. Ashil felt sad to see him in such a state. He wondered who could hurt him so much. Who could have broken him so much. Ashil wiped the tears gently and then got up from the bed, leaving Oahn, leaving him alone. He would have liked to stay until he was sure that he had gone into a less restless sleep, but it has been a while since Oahn's sister left him, moreover he had to go home as well.

Back at the foot of the stairs, Ashil looked for the girl. He met only silence and an empty living room. When he was about to go to the entrance, he noticed the half-open glass doors. He walked towards them and rushed into the kitchen. Behind the kitchen island, back to him, stood Oahn's sister.

"How is he?" She asked him without turning around.

"Physically he's fine, but emotionally not that well," Ashil replied in a small voice.

The girl's shoulders drooped with sadness. Ashil looked down and sat on a stool of the island.

"You know, Oahn is not a bad boy," she announced, turning around, facing Ashil. "He's someone extraordinary. Maybe you will tell me you already knew it, but you have to know that it's not because he has the money and the popularity that he's happy or that he doesn't meet obstacles. Like everyone else, he too was heartbroken. He also met mountains he couldn't climb. It's true that everyone always sees him smiling, laughing. Nobody sees him sad or crying. But the attitude he forces himself to wear is only a mask. And it's not only outside that he wears it. Even here, inside this big house he wears it. If you knew how many times I heard him sob. How many times his screams woke me up in the night. So, please, do not judge him too fast. If he can deceive all those who share his life, do not act like you don't see anything. Maybe you don't know him, but get to know him. Oahn is a beautiful person and he deserves to receive all the love he gives."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"Didn't you just see him cry? Didn't you just hear the crying of his heart? The distress of his soul?"

Ashil nodded weakly. How did his sister know what he had just experienced? Had she seen it? Had she heard him?

"I... I'd better leave. It's getting late," Ashil cut off the heavy atmosphere that was settling between them.

"Stay here to sleep. Dawn will rise in a few hours, it will take too much time for you to get a taxi."

"Okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Oahn's sister smiled at him and moved from the kitchen island, heading for the living room.

"Oh! I almost forgot," she suddenly turned around, "here the glass and the medicine for tomorrow, for Oahn," she told him, handing him a box of medicine and a big glass of water. "Goodnight, Ashil."

Ashil wanted to answer her, but he stopped in his thoughts, not knowing the name of Oahn's sister.

As she was already passing through the opening of the glass doors, Ashil stopped her and asked in a warm voice:

"What's your name?"

"Jimin."

"Then, goodnight, Jimin."

Jimin smiled again and waved at him, leaving him alone in the kitchen. Ashil took what he had to bring to Oahn and left the kitchen, closing lights and doors. He silently went up the stairs and stealthily walked into the room. He closed the door as quietly as possible, then put the glass and the box on the bedside table. Ashil put the blanket back on Oahn and looked for a place to sleep. In a corner of the room, between the desk and the patio door, was a large armchair. Ashil walked over to it and sat on it. At the foot of the bed he also found a plaid and he took it. He unfolded it and covered himself with it. Facing him, Oahn finally slept peacefully. No tears flowed. No words came out of his mouth. His limbs were not struggling weakly and his ribcage was lifting regularly and slowly. The storm had finally made way for the good weather. It was on this picture of Oahn that Ashil lost himself in the arms of Morpheus.

"What are you doing here?"

Ashil woke up with a start, Oahn's voice hurting his ears. Ashil opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at Oahn, who had an impassive look on his face and was sitting in his bed.

"Don't you remember?" Ashil asked in a hoarse voice.

"I should remember something?"

"No you shouldn't," Ashil shighed, exasperated, letting himself fall back into the chair and rolled his eyes.

If last night Oahn had shown his vulnerability to Ashil, this morning it was a different story. Ashil wondered if Oahn really remembered anything or if he played a role, putting back his mask that hid all his cracks.

"So? You still haven't answered my question," Oahn got impatient.

"Would the answer have any meaning? Or worse, are you afraid that something will be brought to light?" Ashil insinuated mysteriously, arching an eyebrow.

The answer didn't please Oahn, who jumped up from his bed and rushed at Ashil. He grabbed him by the collar of his T-shirt and pulled his face closer to his.

"It's not because you're in psychology that you have to analyze me," Oahn whispered angrily with a black look.

"Who said I was analyzing you?" Ashil said, controlling his surprise by facing Oahn's sudden violent behavior.

"Your words."

"Of course..."

If Ashil's words could reveal that he was in fact analyzing a person, then it had been several weeks since he analyzed Oahn without him noticing it. What seemed odd to Ashil wasn't Oahn's sudden turmoil about the fact he was in his house, but about the reasons that made him so agitated. Was Ashil the first individual from the university to enter his bedroom? To enter inside his house? Ashil felt that he shouldn't be in this room. That by his mere presence, he violated Oahn's privacy.

After a long silence, Oahn's voice, this time a little softer, broke it:

"So? What are you doing at my house?"

"I made sure you didn't die."

Oahn blinked a few times without understanding Ashil's words. He let go of his collar, staggered back, and sat down on the bed.

"What happened last night?" Oahn asked, rubbing his face.

"You tell me."

"Hinata," Oahn said, irritated, "can you stop talking in riddles?"

A plaintive sound came out of Oahn's mouth and he added, pressing hard his temples:

"Argh! And can't this symphony stop?"

"You have ibuprofen on the bedside table," Ashil replied to his complaint, pointing the forniture behind Oahn.

Oahn turned around and smiled at his salvation. He crawled on the mattress, reaching the bedside table. He put a pill in his mouth and drank half of the glass. The medicine took, he went back to sit on the edge of the bed in front of Ashil.

"Now, tell me everything from the beginning," Oahn summoned him.

"Don't you really remember anything?" Ashil inquired.

"It's hazy. I can only remember until I leave the nightclub and then after nothing."

"Well... I don't know what happened after you left the nightclub. I just met you in a street and you were accompanied by another boy."

Oahn swallowed his saliva with difficulty and asked shyly:

"And... how was my behavior with him? Did I have a weird behavior?"

"Not with him."

"With whom?" Oahn asked abruptly, frowning.

"With me."

A lead weight fell heavily on Oahn. Did he just hear Ashil well?

Every single evening he went out with his friends, he promised himself not to do anything he might regret or risk jeopardizing his future. Why does the only night he does something inappropriate happens when he meets him? Was it their destiny to destroy the existence of the other?

"What did I do?" He asked in a small voice, imagining the worst.

"You clung to me like I was your lifeline."

«Why did I do that?», Oahn said inwardly. If he had the chance to bang his head against the wall, he would do it in the second.

"I'm sorry if I was a pain in the ass."

"How many times will I have to tell you?" Ashil said in a benevolent exasperation.

"To tell me what?"

Ashil looked at Oahn and waited for the latter to do the same. After long seconds, Oahn's eyes collided with a bronze wall, letting its heat run through his body.

"You don't have to be sorry."

Oahn didn't know the reason, but he blushed. To clear his embarrassment, he stood up and turned away from Ashil, clearing his throat. Letting the silence take place between them, Ashil looked away from Oahn's silhouette and laid his eyes on the outside. Outside it was already bright. Ashil stiffened in the chair.

"Shit!" He swore in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Oahn turned around, worried.

"I have an assignment to return today and the deadline is over soon."

"Oh! OK, OK. I will drive you to the university."

"No need," Ashil added hurriedly while standing up.

"But that's the only thing I can do to redeem myself," Oahn justified.

Ashil smiled tenderly. «How adorable», he thought, which calm his heart.

"You will redeem yourself if you have a good grade to the assignment of Human Relations. For the moment, rest and worry only about yourself," Ashil said, putting a warm hand on his shoulder.

Oahn capitulated with a nod and let him pass.

Oahn was a particularly stubborn person, never letting people walk all over him. Few people could silence him and obey the orders of another person. The fact that Ashil was one of those rare people was not common. Especially for someone who was more of a stranger than a friend for Oahn.

Deep down, Oahn didn't know how, he could blindly give his trust to Ashil, so it was natural that he let him go without opposing him.

Ashil took his denim jacket on the chair, put it on and walked out of Oahn's room. He descended the stairs with a hopping step and met Jimin in the living room.

"Already up?" She asked him with a big smile on her lips.

"Fortunately I didn't wake up later."

"Ah! Duty calls?"

"Something like that."

"Well, see you soon. I mean, I hope."

"See you soon, Jimin," Ashil greeted her with a smile on his lips.

Ashil arrived in the entrance, put on his shoes, and left the huge house with a calmer heart beating of a sensation that he had never felt before, submerging his body with a heady wave of heat.