*Chapter 12*

Once again I woke up after hearing the door opening. Zaron seemed to have returned, but I frowned when I looked at the time. Why did it take that long? I yawned and sat up, looking over at him.

"Why're you so late?" I tilted my head and stood up when I remembered that I still hadn't change my clothes.

"Oh I had a meeting with someone," he answered. Meeting? But it couldn't have something to do with us, could it? "Don't worry, I'll explain it later," he added after noticing my confused look.

"I see you got me, sweets," I said I after spotting the small plastic bag in his hand. I pulled off my hoodie and my pants as I was standing in nothing but underwear. Though instead of answering, he looked at me with gritted teeth.

"It got worse," he stated and slowly approached me, looking down on my chest. He slowly brushed his hand over it, causing me to step back and hiss.

"It hurts," I told him and turned away, heading for his closet to get out some dark blue hoodie which I pulled over my head. "I told you should also bring some ice packs," I sighed but waved it away. "It doesn't matter now." I took the bag out of his hand and pulled out what seemed the most attractive to me as I sat down on his bed. "Don't stand there like a ticking bomb and come here," I smiled.

He rolled his eyes and did what I asked him to after pulling his shoes off. "You won't tell me what happened yesterday, will you?" He raised his eyebrows, expecting a response from me. I on the other side was to busy eating all these delicious goodies and shook my head. "You should slow down," he warned.

But I didn't listen to what he was saying, not until I finished all up and sighed in relieve. "Perfect," I grinned.

"You shouldn't have eaten all at once. This was a lot," he complained. "It was meant to hold you up for a few days." I shushed him up once I laid my lips on his and pulled away.

"You nag too much," I grinned and climbed on top of him as I aimed for another kiss.

"You're way too full of energy," he chuckled. "I feel so old beside you." I smiled at him and wrapped my arm around his neck.

"That's cause you are super old," I joked and licked over his tongue before letting it slip in his mouth. He smirked and shook his head, but got too caught up in the kiss that he couldn't reply. My hand wandered to his hair as his traced down to my hips.

Even though my lips felt numb when he was nibbling on it, I could still feel the tension without any problems. Only when his hand tightened its grip on my hips, that's when I broke the kiss, at the same time feeling something moving in my pants.

"Tastes sweet," he smirked as my gaze switched down, seeing the problem that I tried to avoid them before until now.

"Shit, I got hard," I sighed. "Even my dick has taken a liking to you. You still won't have sex with me?"

"I won't," he refused for the... How often did he actually?

Whatever! Fact is that I have a problem in my pants and he won't help me with it. Therefore, we gotta do something else to get rid of it. "So," I started and looked at him. "Since you're not going to help me, I will have to do it myself after all," I bit my lips. "You want to see?"

"What are you talking about?" He frowned. I smiled, he was just way too cute. If I could, I would just kiss him all day without getting enough of him. Moreover, I was spending more time at his place than at home. I wonder whether my brothers noticed. Probably not. Perhaps Jin, but he obviously had other stuff to do than to worry about me.

Thus, I gave him a brief peck on his cheek before standing up to head to the bathroom. "I'll be taking a cold shower," I winked and closed the door behind me just seconds after I heard an exhausted sigh.

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A few days had already passed, when I was laying on Zaron's bed, staring up at the ceiling. I had just woken up around 3 PM. Well, of course, Zaron was not here... as always. I really wonder where he went to this time. I haven't seen him for a few hours before I fell asleep. And on top of that, I was slowly starting to get bored.

I jumped out of the bed and head to the kitchen to do something about my grumbling stomach. Where did I actually put my clothes? I frowned and looked around. Though I couldn't find my shirt nor my pants. Weird, I don't even remember pulling them off.

But instead, I found my hoodie which I had worn for the mission a couple of days ago and picked it up, when I heard something rustling inside. With a curious frown, I got it out, seeing a paper ball scrunched up together. "Looks like I forgot it," I mumbled and unfolded it.

It seemed to be the construction plan for the bomb I saw that day. I bit my lips thinking about what I should do with it until I finally decided.

With a careless shrug, I just decided to throw it away, not having a better use for it. It's not like anyone ask for it, ain't I right?

Whatever. My bare feet were pattering on the floor as I went to the kitchen. Well, since I was already hungry I could as well just do a bit more for Zaron to eat as soon as he returns back home.

So when I just finished preparing some rice with cooked vegetables and sweet sauce, I heard the ringing sound of the bell. Zaron was already there? I raised my eyebrows and turned off the gas. Right on time. I skipped over to the entrance door and carelessly ripped the door open.

"Finally! Seriously where have you-," I was about to nag when I noticed the guy standing in front of me was not Zaron. "Oh uh," I stuttered.

He had the same dumbfounded look on his face as I did when we looked at each other. Funny how he had the same hair as Zaron and also the same face only that he was much younger. The only differences were his eyes and his build. He seemed to be almost as tall as Zaron only that he was more slender.

"Who the fuck are you? And what are you doing half naked in the house of my brother??" He spatted. Oh, that's why he looked so familiar. Apart from the fact that he resembles Zaron a lot, I've already seen him on a few pictures. "Hello? Who am I talking to?" He was persistent.

Anyway, I thought it was a little unfortunate to talk at the door so I just stepped aside which he quickly understood before he entered and closed the door behind him.

"So?" The guy confronted me, but to be honest, I had absolutely no intention on answering him. That's why I simply dodged the question and went back to the kitchen. "What is smelling here?" He frowned as he followed me.

"Are you hungry?" I offered, he didn't answer though. So I just took it as a yes. I brought out two plates for us to eat where I placed the rice, vegetables, but just the very few that I actually liked, and sauce on and placed it on the table. He suspiciously looked at it and back to me with a frown.

"You know, it's quite irritating to trust some naked stranger in a place he clearly shouldn't be," he said but still took the spoon. "Now tell me, who are you?"

"I'm not telling you that. Ask your brother!" I shook my head at him and started eating which he copied. "You may tell me your name first before trying to persuade others."

I squinted his eyes at me but then relaxed a bit. "I'm Henry. Zaron's brother if you haven't noticed," he finally introduced himself.

I grinned. "So you can be kind as well," I giggled. "See, I'm not a bad guy. I'm just waiting for Zaron to finally come home after he just left without saying a word. Besides I'm pretty sure he took my clothes. I really don't remember pulling them off," I considered. And I would even say that I have quite a good memory.

"I really don't get what Zaron is doing with a kid like you. How old are you even?" Why is a little kid calling me a kid? That made me pout.

"I'm not a kid, I'm 18! Ugh, you and your brother are really the same," I rolled my eyes.

"So you're just a year older than me," he stated and that is how our conversation died down during our meal. "So when are you leaving?" He asked when we both went to the living room. He acted like he couldn't bear my presence.

So I rolled my eyes and looked at him. What was his problem? "I told you, I won't leave, not before Zaron returns, okay?" I pressed my hands against his cheeks and looked up at his squished face. "You're really cute, I must admit," I huffed. Nothing can surpass Zaron though.

"What are you talking about? Don't touch me!" He spat and quickly pulled my hand off his face.

"Why? Are you irritated by my touch?" I joked and wrapped my arms around his waist. He just looked at me like I was insane when suddenly the door opened as we both froze.

I guess you can call it the worst moment that Zaron could have actually returned home, right? He stormed at us with the most unpleasant expression and pulled me off before letting his fist colliding with the top of my head.

I whined and cupped my head where he had hit me. "Ow, oww Zaron!!" I cried.

"What the hell are you doing?!" He griped and crossed his arms. "And would you go and put something on, before you start prostituting yourself in front of my brother," he demanded. I was about to object just before he interrupted me. "Just don't start to 'but' with me. Now go do what I told you to!"

I huffed and turned around heading away. "Rude," I mumbled as I reached his closet where I put on a red shirt and grey sweatpants. My head was still throbbing in pain as I sighed. What was his problem? It's not like I did anything. I pursed my lips as I went back to Zaron and Henry who were sitting in the living room.

Their gazes shifted over to me when I arrived and took a seat on the other side of the couch Zaron was sitting on. "So would you explain who that guy is?" Henry pointed at me. Zaron's eyes were searching for disapproval in my eyes but I just turned away and huffed, still feeling offended from before.

"Well uhm, it's like that. This is Quentin, my boyfriend," he answered after he hesitated.

"What?! Are you kidding?! Since when do you have interests in punks? Especially younger ones like him. Jesus, you are a perv aren't you?" He rambled.

"Don't make me hit you, too," he threatened.

Henry looked at me with a confused and riddled face before shaking his head. "I don't understand. How can you find interest in someone like him?"

"Someone like him? What do you mean 'someone like him'? There is nothing wrong with me. Tell him Zaron!" I waited for him to say something but he didn't, also confirming the opposite with it. "I hate you," I mumbled.

"No you don't," he rolled his eyes at me and motioned for me to come closer.

"You're right, I don't," I changed my mind and finally got to cling onto him as he put an arm around me. "Though, it did still hurt when you hit me. Don't do it again!"

"Can't promise it," he shook his head. "You're making it too difficult."

"Wow, I can't believe it!" Henry interrupted. "I would have bet that you'd have better taste than that. Just wait until Mom and Dad get to find out," he chuckled. "So... did you already sleep with each other? I mean it's different between guys, right?" He questioned curiously but I shook my head in annoyance.

"No, we did not! Your dear lovely brother refuses to have sex with me all the time. Would you finally convince him to do so??" I asked in frustration.

"I won't change my mind though. I told you once and now it is settled. You should finally give up, don't you think?" Zaron said.

"Why? You never told me a proper reason." I really don't understand why he refuses to. Or is there something wrong with me? Is he just not used to sleeping with a guy or ugh- It just can't be because I'm still a 'kid'?

"You are just too horny," he sighed. "Look the problem is that no matter what it would just feel like I would be taking advantage of you if we did it now." I looked at him with unsettled eyes.

"Then you should stop saying things that make me want to ravish you," I pinched him in his cheek and giggled.

"You guys are really sickening," Henry shuddered.

"Shut up," Zaron shushed him up. "What do you even want? You never come here without a particular reason, do you?"

"Yup, you know me. It's simple. I need money," he didn't beat around the bush and said what he wanted.

"What for? If you need money then go and work for it like a normal teenage school kid," Zaron immediately refused.

"Please I already made plans to travel with my friends and I also used half of my savings for it," he begged. Zaron seemed to be partially convinced when he got to know his plans but still was a bit critical.

"How much?" It was quite interesting how the relationship between brothers in other families was. It was so different from mine. But on the other side, it was the same.

"350," was his answer.

"You're hurting my budget," he skewed his face as it would seriously hurt him. I smiled at them and closed my eyes, relaxing against him.

At that time, I really felt super comfortable.

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