I met up with Miles and Jake outside of the building where we're going to perform in exactly a weeks’ time. The building looks far from a place you want to have a party at, from the outside. The walls have a dark green colour, and they look as if they were scraped by a tiger or something… So, yeah. It doesn’t look quite appealing from the outside. But then you get inside, and it looks like a five-star hotel!

When you get inside, you’re welcomed with a red carpet leading to the ballroom, where we are going to perform. The ballroom is huge, with a chandelier in the middle, of gold. This place has often been used for big parties, by all kinds of people. This time it was rented for a Christmas party. The host just finished college, so it’s probably his fellow students who are having the party.

We set up our gear and jammed for an hour. We wanted to test our gear and just see how it would look before the day is here.

Cheonsa told me he finished work at 5 pm today. I look down at my phone, to see what time it is. I hear Jake starts saying “Okay, let's get a drink and celebrate that its only one week left!” The clock is 16:53… “Oh shit!” Jake stares at me and gives me a look of confusion. “Sorry I need to get home!” I say and I can see Jake trying to talk to me, but his voice gets drained in the wind of me running.

I get home, its 17:09. He’s going to be here in just a few minutes. I need to get cleaning! I don’t even have time to shower!!! My apartment is a mess, the clothes from yesterday still lay on my bedroom floor, and the rest of my late-night snack still lays on my bed, and there are chips crumbs everywhere!

I get the vacuum cleaner and I feel as if I’m the flash! I really hope I’ve got time for a shower. The doorbell starts screaming, Cheonsa is here! I’m not even finished cleaning. I walk slowly towards the front door, suddenly I smell this stink! It smells like rotten eggs… Oh no! Is it me!?! I lift my left arm, and oh god! Jupp, the smell is clearly me. I see an old Christmas sweater I used when I lived home, it could hide away any smell, I don’t get how it does it, but it does.

When I lived home, I once got puked on by my 5-year-old cousin. I had the sweater on, and I didn’t smell until I took it off. It's wired, but helpful in these kinds of emergencies. The sweater is mostly green, with red on Santa’s suit and hat as well as white for the snow, it was written in big red and white letters “Merry X-mas.” It’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever owned, but it’s kind of the point. I got forced by my mom to wear it. Well, we all were, It was a family tradition. Probably still is… I open the door, and the first thing to meet my eyes are his eyes, as always, he captures me in a trance, with his beautiful purple eyes! They make me at ease...

I must’ve been gone for a long time, cause suddenly he’s shaking me. “Oh, sorry.” My whole body starts getting warm. He laughs, You’re sweet, and like Christmas sweater. His soft lips form a smile, his eyes get even cuter. If he keeps this up… “I won’t even hold until dinner.” His smile gets too big, and the lips can’t hide his teeth anymore, the teeth shine in the light so bright they are. “We don’t have to wait for dinner.” He says, and I realize I said that out loud. How stupid can I be! I feel as I’ve just eaten four chillies at once! “S… Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” Somehow it feels worse to say that. “It’s okay, but If you want, we can have a practice round, he gives me a wink, he’s too cute for my small and precious heart!

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My heart beats like a wild orchestra. My mouth is filled with saliva. My hands hold a strong grip to the bedding, I feel my tongue going left, right, up, right, down in an uncontrollable speed. My nose makes a sound like the pipe of a locomotive! I feel it getting tight up in my ass. It hurts, but it doesn’t at the same time. I hear him breathing heavily while holding his arms to the edge of the bed, he`s standing on his knees. I look at his chest, he looks so good, you can really see he’s been working out, I catch myself start touching his chest with both my hands. He starts going slower and release his grip from the edge of the bed and starts to slide his hands on my chest as well. He’s still holding on, and I feel my dick getting close from finishing. His hands are so soft, It feels like feathers slowly stroking me! He leans his head close to mine and whispers “You’re more of a cuddle person.” He smiles as he starts kissing my neck. We didn’t really do it much last time; it feels more comfortable now. I feel I can trust Cheonsa now. I feel we're getting closer and closer, for every day that passes.

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After we both finished, I took a shower, he didn’t comment on the smell, but I felt bad, plus It’s great taking a shower after sex or jerking off. It feels so refreshing! I told him I would take care of the food after the shower, but he insisted on making dinner. I feel bad about it, so ill clean afterwards.

When I get out of the shower, I can smell the cooked chicken all the way, I see Cheonsa wearing a white chef's hat and apron. He’s gotten the glasses on him again. I hold my arms around his waist and kiss him on his neck. His neck feels so soft, like kissing a sweet bun! I catch myself starting to kiss his neck, and he grabs both my arms and says, “can we wait till after I’m done cooking.” Oh, you’re no fun now ☹

I sat down at the dinner table, watching Cheonsa as he cooked. I looked at him as we sat down eating… I need to ask him; I need to know… But maybe I’m moving to fast? No, it's better to ask than wait for god knows how long. Okay Siren, inhale. Exhale. And then ask “You want to talk about your parents or?” He stops eating, and looks up at me…

Oh no! I regret asking…

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