I came out of the shower and, yeah, I saw him lying on the bed, but I froze instantly. Arrgh, he was looking at me! Oh, I thought I was the only one who got flustered, but damn, he was flushed, and even swallowed a lump in his throat. Heh, my body, warm from the bath, my hair dripping water, all gave me an alluring temperament. Hehe, I knew no one could resist, but I cared less. Normally, I tied a towel after a night bath, so I didn't see anything, you know…

I walked to the table and began to apply some cream and scents. Then I went to the bed, put on my pajamas, and climbed in. I could feel his body stiffen, but I cared less and turned off the light. "Hah," I sighed and closed my eyes. Now his breathing was fading, and I suddenly felt scared.

"Yo... Yohan?" I called, but silence was my only answer. Now I was worried. I turned on the bedside lamp. He lay perfectly straight, facing the ceiling, one hand covering his eyes. His breathing… it scared me to death. I put my finger out to check his breath, and fuck, it was shallow. "Tae," I called again, but still no answer. I brought over a glass of water and was about to help him sit up, but he caught my hand, and the water spilled, soaking the bed. Arrgh, now we had to go back to the sofa. It could hold us, but we'd have to lie on our sides.

"Can you please not touch me?" His voice was husky and low. My face filled with worry.

"Are you hurt? I... I can help," I offered.

"The only help you can render me is to keep distance, Kim," he said, letting my hand fall.

"Tae, I can't leave you like this. You're my guest. Your safety matters," I insisted. With a sigh, he opened his eyes and looked at me, then scoffed.

"Can you please not bother me?" he said, sitting up and turning his back to me. Arrgh, this was bad! I just wanted to know what was wrong and help in any way I could, but his stubbornness was annoying. I couldn't give up. I placed my hand on his shoulder, and he shuddered.

"If you don't tell me, I'll tell Mom," I threatened, but he didn't budge. Okay, fine, I was done with this. I stood up and made my way to the door, and ahhh, I was suddenly pulled back and pinned to the wall, then kissed fiercely. I tried to resist, pushing and pressing my lips tight, but he bit me to gain entrance. "Ah!" I gasped.

"Tae," I whimpered, my eyes watering, but he didn't listen. He trailed kisses around my neck and left a mark in an obvious position. To tell the truth, I liked it, but another part of me was struggling to break free. No, my gay life was in my previous life, and maybe that was why I somehow liked the kiss. Then his free hand roamed around my chest.

"Ah, Yohan!" I cried. Finally, he left me.

"Sorry," he mumbled. I rushed into the bathroom and washed my face several times, then looked at the mirror. Ahhh, a hickey in an obvious position! What do I do? I thought before I came and joined him on the sofa. Then he scooped me from behind, and we went to sleep.