"Baby, I'll wait for you at the parking lot," Micah said.

Jax nodded in response and continued putting his things in his bag. They finished the first day of filming at around 3 AM. He felt sleepy and missed his bed very much.

When he got inside Micah's car, Micah immediately started driving. But he was going to the opposite direction.

"Aren't you gonna drive me to my apartment first, baby?" Jax asked.

That woke Jax up. He jolted awake and looked at Micah. Although they had been pretending as lovers and they had some skinship, they never went THAT far.

Upon seeing Jax's reaction, Micah laughed.

"What? Why do you look so shocked?" Micah asked.

"Your manager said that there are many fans staking outside your apartment. So you'll have to stay at my house for the meantime since the security is high there," Micah explained. "Why? What were you thinking?"

Jax looked away. "Nothing."

Micah chuckled. With that cleared up, the ride was silent. The two were tired, but Jax was even more tired. He had many crying scenes, so his eyes were droopy. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

Jax had his head leaning on the car window. Whenever the road was bumpy, the sound was loud. The first time Micah heard it, he immediately put his hand on to the car window so as to make sure that Jax's head wouldn't hit it again.

Micah frowned and thought, Wait. Why am I doing this? Why do I feel genuinely concerned?

He immediately retracted his hand away and focused on driving. But the road got even much bumpier and Jax's head kept on hitting window.

Micah put his hand again. I'm so stupid. Why am I overthinking about this? I was the one who told him to take it as a relationship, so it is only right that I do this. And it's just my reflexes. Yes, my reflexes only. My body got too used to taking care of him. That's it.

When they were inside his home's garage, Jax was still sleeping. Micah shook him gently to wake him up. But Jax just shifted in his seat and continued sleeping. Feeling a little annoyed, Micah shook him harder.

Jax woke up. He looked at Micah and smiled. "Good morning, baby."

Micah froze for a second. "O-oh, yes. Good morning, baby. Let's go inside."

The two went inside and Micah led him to the dining room.

"Let's eat something first before we go to sleep. Noodles. Is that okay with you?" Micah asked.

Micah was quiet for a moment. He remembered his mother. She asked the same question before and when Micah excitedly responded with a yes, his mother left. She said, "I don't want to taste anything made by a killer."

Micah looked at Jax. "Why? Do you want to order instead?"

Jax flashed a much bigger smile. "Order? Baby, I'd love to taste your food. I want to know how noodles taste when they're made with love."

"Yeah. Don't you love me, baby?" Jax playfully squinted his eyes at him. 

A smile crept onto Micah's face as he said, "I'll make it for you, Jax."

It had been 7 years since Micah had cooked for someone else. When he finished, they ate breakfast in silence and then headed to separate bedrooms.

Staying in Micah's guest room, Jax kept on turning on the bed. He put a pillow over his face to muffle his yell. He slapped his face.

"Jax, what's happening to you?" he asked himself.

He rose from the bed and searched on Google the following question: My heart is beating fast whenever I see a person. I feel happy when he is there and I look for him when he is not there. What is this?

Of course, Google gave the obvious answer: You are in love.

Jax buried his face into the pillow. 

During the car ride, Jax woke up when he hit his head the first time. But he didn't do anything about it since he was so sleepy. But then Micah put his hand on his head so it wouldn't hurt.

When Micah shook him awake, Micah's face made him feel something in his stomach. And when he saw Micah doing his best to make the noodles for him, he thought about how nice it would be if Micah were really his boyfriend.

And Jax was right to think that he would be in trouble if he was really in love with Micah. At that time, Micah loved his dynasty more than anything.