The morning air was warm with the clinking of utensils. Aki stood at the kitchen counter, sipping water quietly while the servants bustled around him, chefs focused on preparing breakfast. The usual hum of work was interrupted by soft, hurried footsteps.

Akira had entered the kitchen.

His heart pounded faster than usual. Maybe it was the silence… or the fact that Aki wasn't wearing his glasses again.

"Uhm… Aki," Akira said softly, his voice dipping in hesitation.

Aki stopped mid-sip and wiped his mouth casually with his hand, turning toward him.

"What is it, young master?" he asked.

"I… I'm sorry for shouting at you," Akira said, his voice trembling ever so slightly.

The entire kitchen froze.

One of the chefs whispered in disbelief, "Did young master just… apologize?"

Aki blinked—and then smiled softly, a rare gentleness in his expression.

"It's okay, young master. I already forgave you that day," he said, patting Akira's head gently.

Akira flushed pink. "Then why were you ignoring me yesterday?"

Aki thought for a moment. "I was just a little mad… but you said sorry, so that's enough for a simple man like me."

Akira smiled, tilting his head. "Simple man… hmm."

Then, suddenly, "So Aki, I was thinking… would you like to go to a party with me?"

Aki rubbed the back of his head, his eyes unsure. "Uhh… young master, I'm not good with parties and functions. I think you should ask someone else."

Akira didn't give up. "Ahm—no worries! It's not a big party. Just a normal one at a club. And yeah, my friends will be there—you've met them before, the nice ones…"

Then, the killer move—he looked up at Aki with puppy eyes.

Aki faltered. He sighed in defeat. "...Okay."

Akira lit up like a sunrise. "Then meet you at the club today at 6 in the evening, okay? And ya, one more thing—I don't have your phone number so…"

Aki handed it over. "It's ok. Here."

"OH! Thanks! Don't be late, okay?! I'll be waiting… woohoo!" Akira jumped in place, grinning like a kid, and ran off.

Aki smiled to himself, then returned to his work.

From afar, Astra watched his son hopping away with joy.

"What happened to him… don't tell me—" he muttered in horror and sprinted toward the kitchen.

Just then, Yuke, still in his night suit with messy silver long wavy hair and one shoulder lazily exposed, was drinking milk straight from the fridge.

"Huh?"

Astra burst into tears and dramatically ran back to his room.

Yuke blinked. "Looks like everyone gone crazy in this house."

The Club – 6 PM

Inside the glowing haze of the club, music pulsed like a heartbeat. Akira sat on a plush velvet seat, eyes locked onto the entrance.

Julie slinked over and took the seat beside him. “How are you, darling? Long time no see. In rut again?”

Akira smirked. “Not in rut today. But here for someone.”

“Oooh~” Julie cooed. “Who’s this special someone? Not here yet, huh? That’s why you keep looking at the door. Must be real special to make the Akira wait like this.”

Akira’s eyes never left the entrance. “Indeed.”

Then—he appeared.

Aki entered the club, looking shy in a crisp white shirt, black pants, and a simple cap. He looked nervous, his steps hesitant.

Julie gasped. “Oh my… such a handsome boy.” She stood, lips curling with intrigue. “I leave you here for today, darling~” She blew Akira a kiss. “Nod your head if you need anything.”

Akira stood up. “Thanks, Julie.”

And his gaze stayed only on Aki, who was slowly making his way toward him, unaware of the heart he had already stolen.

Aki made his way through the softly lit entrance of the club, awkwardly scanning the crowd. The music was loud, the air heavy with perfume, smoke, and pulsing energy.

Just then, a girl stepped right in front of him.

“Where are you going, handsome?” she asked, her voice sultry.

Aki flinched. “Uhh—”

Before he could respond, he saw a familiar figure approaching through the crowd—Akira. Instantly, Aki exhaled in relief, “Young master.”

The girl turned at his words, her eyes lighting up. “Akira! I didn’t see you coming.”

Akira’s hand gently rested on Aki’s arm. “You’re finally here,” he said, soft and warm.

The girl gasped. “Akira, still as handsome as ever, huh?” She leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Hi, Tulip. How are you doing?”

Akira smirked. “Fabulous as always, and yes, I see you still haven’t changed.” He smiled, but quickly turned. “I’ll talk to you later, Tulip.”

Tulip winked. “No problem, darling.”

Akira looked at Aki again. “Shall we, Aki?” He led him toward the velvet couch.

As they sat down, Akira leaned close. “Took you long enough… I thought you weren’t coming.”

Aki gave a small, apologetic smile. “I was looking for a taxi.”

Then, reaching into his pocket, Aki pulled out a handkerchief and leaned in. Gently, he began wiping Akira’s cheek.

Akira blinked, blushing. “W-What are you—!”

Aki flinched. “Ahh, young master! There was a lipstick mark on your cheek so I just—”

Akira laughed softly, cheeks pink. “Ohh? Is that so? Please do.”

Aki continued, murmuring as he cleaned. “Young master, you shouldn’t come to such unhygienic places…” His eyes glanced at a couple nearby sharing a passionate kiss.

Akira followed his gaze. “Huh… oh, I see—you mean the French kiss.”

Then, mischievous, he held out a drink. “Here, try this.”

Aki waved it off. “Young master, I don’t drink. Alcohol is not good for health.”

Akira smiled sweetly. “Come on, a little won’t hurt.”

Before Aki could protest again, Akira had already tilted the glass toward his lips. After two or three glasses, Aki’s cheeks turned red, breath unsteady.

He removed his cap, loosened the top button of his shirt, sweating. “It’s… so hot.”

Akira stared. “Hey, Aki… let’s dance.”

Aki, drunk and flustered, shook his head. “What? I can’t dance, young master.”

Akira signaled across the room. “Julie.”

Julie’s voice sparkled from the DJ booth. “Got it!”

A vibrant pop song started to play.

They danced under the pulsing lights—awkward at first, then flowing. By the end, Aki was glowing with energy, and the crowd clapped, thoroughly impressed.

Aki bowed, shy and flushed. “Oh… thank you.”

Akira, wide-eyed and smiling, stepped closer. “I had no idea you were so good at dancing.”

Aki blushed harder. “It was not that good at all, young master…” He hid his face.

Akira chuckled. “Okay, guys—we’re leaving!”

Someone in the crowd groaned, “Already, Akira?”

“Dad’s issue,” Akira replied smoothly, wrapping a steady arm around Aki’s shoulders to support his unsteady steps. They waved goodbye as they exited.

---

 Akira’s Bedroom – Midnight

They reached the estate quietly.

Akira peeked through the entrance. “It’s all dark… means everyone went to sleep.”

Aki pointed at something glowing. “Wow, young master, look! We found gold!”

Akira blinked. “What? …Ohh, it’s just a glowing yellow crystal, Aki. Let’s go.”

He grabbed Aki’s hand and led him into his room.

Closing the door behind them, Akira pinned him softly to the wall, locking the door with a quiet click.

“Now…” he said with a low smile, “what will I do with you?”

Aki, drunk and blushing, smiled dreamily. “This.” He leaned in—and kissed Akira.

Then he flipped positions and gently pinned Akira to the wall, breath unsteady.

“Y-Young master, I want to tell you something first.”

Akira placed a finger on his lips. “Shh… not ‘young master’. Call me Akira.”

Aki’s face went scarlet. “A…Akira…”

Akira's eyes softened. “With your voice… my name sounds more beautiful.”

Aki swallowed nervously. “I… I love you, Akira… since the first time I saw you… but I didn’t have the courage to tell you because… because you were my boss…”

Akira silenced him again—this time with a warm palm over his mouth.

“That’s enough,” he whispered. “I don’t need the rest… I love you too, Aki.”

Their foreheads met, hearts thudding in unison. akira push him onto the bed

Akira gently cupped Aki’s cheek, heart pounding as he whispered,

“Is this… your first time?”

Aki nodded slowly, lips trembling into a soft smile. No words were needed — his eyes said everything.

Akira leaned their foreheads together.

“Then let’s take our time… together.”

Their kiss began soft — hesitant, sacred — then deepened, full of longing and vulnerability. As their bodies pressed closer, Akira’s hands slid under Aki’s shirt, exploring gently, reverently.

Aki gasped, cheeks flushed.

“Akira… it’s warm…”

Akira kissed his collarbone, whispering,

“Then let me feel that warmth too.”

Clothes were shed like falling petals — slow and full of trust. Akira moved with awe, tracing Aki’s form like he was something rare.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.

“Only because… you see me that way,” Aki whispered, pressing close.

They moved in quiet rhythm, guided by instinct and emotion — every touch, every sigh, a silent confession.Aki’s hands clutched the sheets, his breath catching as Akira kissed his chest. In that closeness, nothing existed but each other.

.........

Next morning, 

Sunlight crept lazily through the curtains, warming the edges of the large bedroom. Aki slowly blinked awake, letting out a soft yawn as he stretched his arms above his head.

He turned—and froze.

There, sleeping peacefully beside him, was Akira.

Aki’s smile bloomed instinctively.

“Ah… young master…”

And then it hit him.

“YOUNG MASTER!?” he shrieked, nearly falling out of bed.

Akira rubbed his eyes with a sleepy grin, voice husky from sleep.

“Mmm… good morning, Aki.”

Aki looked around in panic—his face flushed, his hands grasping at the sheets.

“Wait—Where are my clothes!? What happened!? Where are we!?”

Akira quickly leaned in, covering his mouth.

“Shhh! Everyone’s still outside. Do you want to get us caught?”

Aki’s eyes widened. “Oh… okay…” he nodded quickly.

Akira leaned closer, pinning him back lightly against the wall of the bed.

“So… you don’t remember what happened last night?”

Aki’s eyes darted, trying to recall—and then—

Flash. Memory. Every. Second.

“Ahhhhhhh!!” he squeaked, both hands covering his face.

Outside, Leo’s voice rang from the hallway, “Frank, did you hear something?”

Frank: “No, boss.”

Back inside, Akira covered Aki’s mouth again, laughing.

“Seriously, you’ll blow our cover.”

Aki nodded desperately, whispering,

“Sorry…”

Akira leaned in with a devilish smirk.

“So you do remember. Last night, you were all—‘Akira, Akira, please…’ Hah! I didn’t know you could beg so sweetly.”

Aki’s brain nearly short-circuited.

“A-Akiraaa! Don’t say that!”

Akira only laughed harder, plopping back on the bed with a grin.

—

A while later, in the bathroom, Aki stood beneath the warm shower spray, trying to erase the crimson from his cheeks.

Peeking through the fogged-up door, he called out,

“Young master… can I use your shampoo?”

Akira leaned casually against the wall outside, arms crossed and still smirking.

“Use whatever you want. Everything in here’s yours too now, isn’t it?”

Aki blushed hard, quickly ducking back inside.

“Th-thank you…”

—

Once dressed, Aki stepped back into the hallway, now composed and standing quietly beside Frank.

Frank blinked, sniffing the air once.

“...Why do you smell so good today?”

Aki tilted his head, confused.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

Just then, Leo stormed into the hall.

“You’re finally here! It’s ten! You were supposed to be here at eight sharp! I told you to watch over my son, not turn into him!”

Behind him, Akira was mimicking Leo’s angry hand gestures with a pouty face.

Aki stifled a laugh.

Leo narrowed his eyes.

“Are you laughing at me?”

Aki bowed hastily.

“N-No sir! Never!”

Leo sighed, the tension draining a bit.

“Good. Raise your head.”

He then glanced behind him, eyes landing on Akira.

“And you! What are you doing here?”

Akira put his hands behind his back and started whistling.

“Nothing. Just passing by.”

And then sprinted down the hallway.

Leo muttered,

“Brat.”

……

Akira burst into Yuke’s room with his usual dramatic flair, only to pause seeing Yuke immersed in a thick book.

“Oh—I’ll come later,” Akira mumbled.

Yuke didn’t even look up as he shoved the book aside. “So, what’s the news?”

Akira sat on the bed, fidgeting, a shy flush on his cheeks. “So I did as you said and…”

Yuke leaned back on his chair. “What happened? Tell me!”

Akira gave a little grin. “It worked. And… we did it.”

“WOOHOO!! I knew I was a genius!” Yuke yelled, randomly popping a party popper.

Akira blinked. “What the—where did that come from?”

Yuke smirked. “So, brother, now I leave the rest of the mission to you. You can do it, soldier!”

“Yes, general!” Akira saluted.

“Good. Make me proud.”

“Roger that,” Akira grinned, giving a thumbs-up and heading out.