*Chapter 9*

My face was covered in a warm haze, when I slowly opened my eyes and yawned. The first thing that came to my mind as I sat up was how much I wanted to see Zaron. So, I wanted to look for my phone to check the time when a sudden voice startled me.

"So you're finally awake," Jin cocked his brow at me. He was kneeling on the floor with his hand on my bed, supporting himself.

"Jinny don't scare me to fucking death," I muttered still in shock. "What are you even doing here? Don't tell me you have been sitting on the floor the whole night."

"Nah, I just came in to look. How you doing anyway?" He gently stroked my scattered morning hair of my face and smiled.

"I'm fine, just tired and a bit sore," I skewed my face at the aching pain. I slowly pushed the blanket off and stood up as I noticed that I wasn't wearing anything. "Ehhh? Where are my clothes? I don't remember pulling them off!"

"That is because I had to dump you in the bathtub yesterday. You don't really think that I will put any more afford than needed," he rolled his eyes and looked away. "Now stop playing with your dick and put something on," he covered his face.

I giggled and head to my closet to grab a white and red striped shirt and green capri jeans after putting some underwear on. "I'm so hungry," I complained as I head to the kitchen. Jin followed me to the kitchen where we met Ramon and Ace eating at the table. "Jin, make something to eat," I grumbled.

He didn't object, instead he silently followed my order as I sat at the table, joining the other two. "So you are doing fine, after you passed out on the floor? Wonderful," Ace snorted.

"I didn't pass out. I was just tired," I justified myself.

"Yeah right. I still don't understand how a tiny human being like you can sleep so much but still be permanently tired," Ramon wondered. "Speaking of it where were you yesterday. You still didn't give me a proper answer."

"Didn't I tell you? I was at my boyfriend's house," I answered. "Though don't misunderstand. We didn't get to have sex," I sighed. Ramon cocked his eyebrows and shook his head while Ace let out some kind of remark.

"That explains all the hickeys," Jin snorted. "I just hope that he won't be some kind of fling or something," he mumbled. "You should finally get a grip."

I rolled my eyes. "I think he cares at least a tiny bit about me." Well I hope he does.

"Yeah right. That's what you said the last time and then you ended up vandalizing his car," Ramon snorted. I crossed my arms and pouted. He shouldn't bring up that guy. He was nothing but a mistake.

"Anyway how old is he?" Jin asked in a curious tone.

"Uhm," I squeezed my eyes and pursed my lips in a thinking expression. "What did he say how old he was? I can't remember anymore but it was something around twenty-five." Or was it twenty-four?

That was when I heard choking sound coming from Ramon and and even Ace seemed shocked.

"WHAT?!" Jin snapped. "What did you say? Twenty-five? You've got to be kidding?" I shook my head. "No way," he gasped.

"I would have never thought you could find interest in someone who is as old as I am," Ramon shuddered at the thought. "Seven years difference at the age of eighteen. You are really something else," he chuckled.

"Nope, he's just a perv." Ace stood up and left the room like he was in a hurry. I rolled my eyes. They were just throwing a tantrum with no particular reason.

"I don't think age matters, though," I shrugged.

"Well the age tells you when you should definitely not cross the line! And eventually I will see you with a pervert called sugar daddy. You're really hopeless," Jin tried to calm down as he placed the just prepared food in front of me.

"Anyway, the fight yesterday," Ramon changed the topic. "I see, you really haven't been slacking off. Not at all. But I don't understand how. Neither of your fighting skills got any better but your attack still had a larger effect than they would have a few months ago. Why?" His question was justifiable. In his eyes it must look like I haven't practiced one bit but still got stronger.

"You're wrong. Well partially. You're right with the part that I haven't practiced my fighting. I would even go as far and say that I got worse. But I fully took the risk in that to increase something else. I wanted to improve my technic to the full perfection," I explained.

"In that short amount of time? Quentin your hits are dangerous. You used to need at least five hits before my arm got numb, now you just barely hit twice and it still aches a whole lot till now." He snorted with a bitter undertone. "You are really to envy."

"Don't be ridiculous," I waved away. "I knew that already," I giggled. But it still somehow left an uncomfortable feeling. "Oh by the way. I'm planning on leaving this evening."

"To that twenty-five year old?" Jin raised his eyebrows. I nodded and focused on finishing my food.

"I think I should go and get some sleep later." I was still feeling a bit tired and I'm pretty sure that there was no way that I would be able to get enough sleep later. Once again my thoughts slipped back to Zaron as I let out a sigh. I really wondered why I was craving so bad to see him. That was weird. It has never been like that.

*

It was already night time when I threw my bag inside the car and drove to Zaron's. When I reached his place I got out and took the bag with me before heading off to ring the bell. And even though it was almost twelve, Zaron opened the door without a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

"So early, huh?" He smirked as he made space for me to get in. I went further and stopped in his room where I let the bag fall in some corner while Zaron was nonchalantly leaning against the wall.

"I missed you," I muttered and clung onto him. He placed his arm around my waist and chuckled.

"But we just saw each other yesterday." Still he had no idea how long it felt for me not to see him. "Well, I hope you slept long enough because it could be a long night."

"I know," I nodded and grinned. "Though I'm still tired," I sighed. "Even though I slept twice."

"Could it be that you're always tired," he noticed which sounded slightly like a joke before he got seriously curious. "First I assumed that you were just lacking on sleep, but it's not the case, right? Actually how long do you need to sleep to not be tired anymore?"

I pressed my lips together and thought about it. "About fourteen hours I think." I turned around and let go of him to make myself comfortable on his bed after pulling my shoes off. "And when I have a hard day it could go up to sixteen hours." He widened his eyes before he approached me.

"That's more than half a day. What a waste," he chuckled and took a seat next to me. I shrugged. I didn't mind it, it's not like you wouldn't get used to waking up early. "Now that we are talking. I basically know nothing about you," he pointed out. "You know, I obviously figured that you won't give me a lot of information but as your boyfriend, I want you to tell me at least something."

I looked up at him in awe and couldn't help but to giggle. "It makes you sound like you'd care that much," I smiled.

"What are you talking about?" He frowned. "Of course I care, why shouldn't I?"

I slowly sat up and tilted my head. "Because as you already said, you barely know me," I answered which sounded more like an obvious question.

"Then let me know you," he smiled. Why did this feel like a deja-vu? I opened my mouth ready to say something but there was no possible way I could gather all the things that were passing through my head at the moment to even get out some proper words. I gently put my hand on his cheek and slowly pulled him closer to place my lips on his.

What was this feeling? I couldn't tell at all. But it caused me to want to hold him like this for as long as I possibly could. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed him even closer before I let go and grinned.

"I'm sorry but I can only offer you a whole bunch of useless information," I excused.

"It doesn't matter. We have time." He laid down, changing his position in which I observed him. "Come down. It feels like you're looking down on me," he ordered.

I chuckled and copied him only that I laid my head on his chest. "Then go ahead just ask me."

"I have no question on my mind right now, just tell me about the things you like or dislike." That was easier said than done. I had no idea where to start, so he helped me a bit with it. "Like, what is your favorite color or food?"

I pursed my lips. "I don't have a favorite color. All colors are amazing. As for food, I like everything that has not too much vegetable in it. In any case, I can sometimes get really picky about tiny stuff like that, it's just that my mood tend to swing badly from the lack of sleep or simply when I'm hungry."

Zaron chuckled and shook his head. "On top of that you are basically addicted to candy. You sound like a little child to me," he commented.

I huffed and crossed my hands in a offended gesture. "I'm not a child, I told you."

"Well in my eyes, you're still a child," he smiled and slowly stroked my hair.

"Judged by the things I can do to make you shut up, I wouldn't say that I'm a child," I mumbled.

"Right, you're just a special case." I giggled and sat up. "Now go on, keep talking."

"Uhm... did you know, I have super powers. I know basically everything about the human body," I said. "I can tell you by the mere sight on what your lacking on."

"Oh really?" He raised his eyebrows and had a clearly judging expression on his face. "So what about me? What do I lack on?"

"Well nothing worth mentioning. I do have a crappy body, though," I chuckled. "Apart from the fact that I eat too much sweets and constantly lack on sleep, my blood sugar level is sometimes more on the lower side if I don't get to eat the amount of sugar I usually eat everyday, I mean I could eat other healthier products to raise my level, but sugar tastes so good," I explained. "I could tell you more about it but I'm sure you wouldn't understand it anyway."

"Wow," he seemed slightly overwhelmed. "And I thought you were just some kind of crazy sugar addict."

"So if you plan on giving me anything as a present, I'd recommend to grab to some candy instead of classic flowers. I'm not the biggest fan of flowers anyway. I don't like the smell of them. Besides they attract insects and I don't like insects. I know they don't do anything and I have never gotten stung by anything dangerous but it doesn't change the fact that they are super scary."

He chuckled at it but I couldn't understand what was so funny about it. "And what about travelling? Do you you like travelling? And where have you already been?"

"Basically everywhere, it's useless to count any more," I waved away. "But I haven't gone travelling for so long. The last time was two years ago, but that was only a shopping day in Paris."

"A shopping day in Paris? Are you rich or something?" He cocked his brow.

"Probably," I shrugged. "I don't know. I don't usually check my bank account. If I want to buy something, I just buy it."

"Seriously?!" He widened his eyes. "Is your father some kind of CEO or what does he do?"

I slowly climbed on top of him, straddling him and smirked. "That, I won't tell." I held up a finger against his lips and shook my head. He slowly pushed my hand away and pulled me down for a brief kiss.

A certain amount of time passed where we just looked at each other after we broke from the kiss. My finger trailed its way to his lips I had just kissed, before it went up to his soft silky hair. "You're really beautiful," he all of the sudden whispered. "And interesting."

A abrupt blush appeared on my cheeks as I hadn't expected his words. It wasn't even what he had said that touched me, it was rather how.

I buried my face in his chest and sighed. "I really wanna have sex with you now," I mumbled which made him smirk.

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