We were all perplexed when Quentin ran off to his room. Even I could see his eyes watering even though I wasn't standing close to him. What was all this about?

"Hey, guys did someone see the-" Myles came through the door when he stopped, realizing our situation. "What's going on here?" Jin stood up, probably leaving to chase after Quentin.

But it wasn't even five minutes where Jin returned with an upset expression. "He's not letting me in," he shook his head.

"Figured," I mumbled.

"Hey, what's happening?" Myles repeated in annoyance. Ramon put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

"Quentin's crying." Jin sighed as Myles' eyes widened. "What should we do?"

Everyone was looking around, trying to figure out what was best to do in our unusual situation. Unfortunately, it wasn't like we had experienced it with Quentin before. He was not someone to compare with which made it a lot more difficult. And regarding to the fact that he even refused talking to Jin, there wasn't much we could do.

"Nothing," I said. "We should do nothing. Let's just wait and see whether he calms down on his own."

"Right, and what are we going to do with him?" Ramon pointed at Quentin's boyfriend. "If Quentin's crying because of him then I'd suggest throwing him in the dumpster."

"Ramon! This ain't funny," Jin snapped. "Just leave him, he's going to wake up soon anyways." He'll have to. Normally, it wasn't in our position to comfort Quentin. We didn't have anything to do with it nor had a clue of what had happened.

Eventually, Myles and Ramon left the room after settling for doing nothing at the moment. Jin, though, he was still a little uneasy. "What is it?" I rolled my eyes.

"He changed," he stated. "No, he will change. What if he ends up like Raven?"

I huffed at that. "I doubt it." There may be a chance that he will but out of experience I really doubted that. "But sure is that he'll go his own way." It's not like I haven't assumed that already.

As the time passed by, neither did anyone hear from Quentin nor did Zaron wake up. And even I was getting impatient. So I stood up, having in mind to talk to Quentin. Even if he wasn't going to talk with me, I had to at least make sure that he was fine.

Thus, I knocked on his door when I pressed my ear against it to grasp any sounds. One could still clearly hear the sobbing from the room. "Quentin, it's me," I started.

"Go away!" His voice cracked in the middle of his crying. So he still didn't stop.

"What so you are just gonna stay there forever and cry? Ain't gonna change a damn thing, you know? At least face it!"

"Go away!" He repeated.

"This ain't about me. I don't have a say in this but there is still someone waiting for you here." Then he was quiet. "Quentin, I know very well how much you love him. Are you just going to let that go?"

It was still quiet only that his sobbing stopped. "And what if I did? He'll be fine just as well as without me."

"Quentin!" I throw a punch against the door. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You're not being yourself anymore."

"After what happened today, how should I look him in the eyes," he whispered. "I can't even look at myself now." And then he started crying again. This wasn't getting anywhere, I realized and gave up on it. I returned back to the living room where Jin was still watching Zaron until he noticed me.

"And? Were you successful?" He sat up, eagerly wanting to know.

"Hopeless, just hopeless. He's so fucked up right now, he can't even handle himself anymore," I sighed as I approached Zaron.

"Hey what are you doing?" Jin stopped me when I tried to make a move on him.

"I'm trying to wake that bastard up, so get out of the way," I fought off his attempts of stopping me.

"Don't be ridiculous!" He stubbornly held against me. To my luck, from all the noise we caused, Zaron seemed to have woken up by himself. "Look what you've done, you idiot!" Jin snarled at me though I waved him off and kneed down to the injured guy, grabbing his collar.

"You better go up and talk to Quentin right now. Would you make him stop crying finally?!" I got mad at him while he was not even realizing what was happening.

"What do you mean, what happened?" He sat up when he noticed the bandage around his leg.

"Why won't you tell me? All I know is that Quentin has been crying for the past forty minutes," I crossed my arms.

"Where is he?" He tried standing up but had to get some help from Jin.

"In his room. C'mon don't let his work go to waste and be careful." Jin offered him his support which he thankfully accepted.

"Thanks," I said to Jin for helping me get up to Quentin's room.

"Don't shout at him I dare you," he threatened before leaving me to handle it alone.

I sighed and then knocked on the door. But no response followed. So I knocked again. "Leave me alone." His voice was fade, almost drowning in his sobs.

"Does that count for me, too?" I asked when it abruptly got silence. "Can I come in?"

"Don't." He rejected me. "I don't want you to."

"You know standing here on one leg is quite tiring, so I'll just come in anyways." I decided and slowly opened the door, seeing Quentin sitting on the floor his back faced to me.

"I told you not to come in," he whispered but still didn't face me. I slowly approached him, literally since I had to limb over to him until I sat down right behind him, waiting for him to look at me. Though he showed no signs to.

"Quentin, what is it?" I started and shifted closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. "If you don't talk, how am I gonna know what's wrong?" I then felt a tear dropping on my hand where several more followed. "Please don't cry," I begged as it was also paining me to see him so broken.

"Zaron." He grabbed my hand after brushing his tears away. "Zaron, I'm sorry." He managed to say before breaking out crying again. It was actually the first time I heard him apologizing which just showed how serious he was. "I-i'm so sorry. It was all my fault. You got hurt just because I messed everything up."

"Don't say that!" I stopped him. "Never once did I think that." I shook my head. "Quentin, look at me."

"I can't do that." He was still gripping my hand like he wanted everything but for me to let go of him. "Even if you plan on leaving me, I just want you to know that I'm really sorry."

"You're breaking my heart if you're talking like that. It was not your fault. It was me who messed things up. I was not careful enough and got in a fight with someone where my microphone got broken. Though I could still hear all of you and especially you." I stroked his hand with my thumb and leaned my chin on his shoulder. "And I have never been so proud as to call you my boyfriend at that moment," I smiled.

He started sobbing again, a lot more tears rolling down his cheeks as he was shaking in my grasp. "You're lying."

"I'm not. You know why everyone followed your lead and didn't object? It's because they knew that you did the right thing. Making sure that everyone came out safe and not put them in danger by trying to rescue someone without an assurance that it'll really work out. It's because you have a great deal of leadership in you and I think I can somehow understand why you wanted a leader to be your boyfriend," I briefly chuckled.

"But you got hurt because of me. Because I was too incompetent to make a quick decision," he lowered his head.

"And it's also you who patched me all up. Look at me, I'm fine. I'm here ain't I?" I wanted to assure him, but he just wouldn't look at me. "Turn around, please." I begged and leaned my head against him.

He hesitated for a short moment but finally turned around, letting me see his face. His eyes were puffy, his lips red and his cheeks wet from the tears. I gave him an encouraging smile and gently wiped the tears away, but it was no use once he clenched onto me and buried his face in my neck. "I love you, Zaron," he mumbled, causing a blossoming feeling to rise up in me.

I wrapped my arms around him and pressed a kiss on his forehead. "I love you, too." He finally stopped crying as he let go of me.

"Really?" He widened his eyes after brushing his face from the tears.

"I really do, so much." I nodded.

"Then will you give me a kiss," he pressed his lips together and averted his gaze. I grinned and forced him to look back at me before pecking his lips. "A real one," he complained. I chuckled and rolled my eyes before dragging him to a deep and longer kiss before he pulled away.

I finally got to see his wide smile again that I meanwhile was so used to as I couldn't but to think how fucking much I came to love that guy in the passing time.

"I'm so lucky," he smiled and traced some patterns on my leg.

"And thank you for treating me. I didn't know you had such skills."

"I know I'm awesome," he grinned, slowly returning to his usual self.

"Who was that guy from before anyway? First I thought he wanted to hit you but then he said something about not seeing you for a long time?" I wondered, hoping it wasn't to soon for that question.

"Oh um, he's my brother. My oldest actually. And yeah I haven't seen him for a couple of years so it was quite shocking to see him as the leader of that gang so suddenly," he explained.

"For real, your family is damn wicked," I shook my head with a smile. "And yes, you are, too. But I guess, it spices things up a bit sometimes. Not always in a good way, though."

He giggled when his smile suddenly faded and he slumped against me, passing out in an instant.

"Quentin!" I was ready to panic but I stopped when I saw the peaceful smile on his face. "You must've been dead tired," I muttered and stroked a strand of hair from his face.

*

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was not having a shirt on and my right arm wrapped in bandages. "Uh cold," I shivered once a cool air stroked my torso. My eyes immediately wandered to the clock, informing me that it was eight in the morning.

When did I fall asleep? I didn't remember, I rubbed my eyes. And why am I wearing pants? I never wear pants to sleep. Which is why I wanted to pull them off, but when I did, a sharp pain in my dominant arm stroked me as a hiss slipped out my mouth. Well, I didn't remember it hurting that bad yesterday.

"Would you finally stop moving," I heard someone groan right next to me.

I shrieked in surprise and hyperventilated until I noticed that it was just Zaron. "Why scaring me like that?" I hold my heart still in shock.

"Am I that ugly?" He slowly sat up and yawned.

"Yes," I crossed my arms. "Did I pass out yesterday? I somehow don't remember."

"What you don't remember anything?" He widened his eyes. "Like really nothing?"

Huh what was he referring to? I let the day before play back in my head as far as I remembered. And there, it made me blush when I could recall how Zaron said that he loved me for the first time. "Uh maybe I do."

"Maybe?" He cocked an eyebrow, but let the topic go directly afterwards. "I didn't even want to fall asleep, but your bed looked so alluring," he yawned again. "Anyway, I texted the others yesterday. And we're going to have a meeting on the day after tomorrow. Oh yeah and Pixie said he hated you and you should go step on Lego."

"I know he hates me, but he took a step too far, don't you think?" I felt offended.

"I don't know, I think he took a real liking to you," he frowned. "Did something happen between you?" He wondered.

I thought about it for a moment as a smile appeared on my lips, reminding his words from yesterday. "Nah, nothing important," I waved away. "I'm hungry, I'll go get some breakfast."

Thus, I jumped up, changed my pants to regular sweatpants. "Somehow I miss your clothes," I mumbled. They were so comfortable.

"Yeah me, too," he sighed. "You always look so hot in them. It just makes me want to ravish you." Ravish? I cocked an eyebrow, walking over to him.

"Going that far, aren't you?" I pointed my finger on his chest.

"Who knows?" He shrugged and pulled me down to him until our noses were almost touching. With one movement, Zaron pushed me back to the bed and abruptly climbed on top of me, hindering me from leaving.

"What are you doing?" I giggled when he started nibbling on my neck.

"Ravishing you, what else?" He grinned and marked me with a huge hickey. Well, I couldn't tell whether it was really huge but it felt like it was, especially the way he pulled my skin between his lips that it almost hurt.

I tugged on his hair when he went even deeper, brushing over my collarbone with his lips, until he reached what he aimed for in the very beginning as he let his tongue glide around my nipple.

"This ain't good," I bit my lips but couldn't help the moan from slipping.

Even more when he nibbled and sucked, coaxing a tingling and hot feeling out of me. "I'm tellin' you." Though he didn't listen to me and switched over to my other nipple, being more aggressive than before. "Zaron, I'm not kidding, I'm getting hard," I panted which is why he finally let go of me.

"Well that is for sure not good," he smiled and stroked my cheek. I partially closed my eyes, when time passed where he just observed me with concerned eyes. "Ah you sure you're okay?"

He was referring to yesterday. And to be honest, I didn't want to talk about it. Letting my guard down like that, showing my vulnerable side, that is unlike me. Honestly, I wished everything never happened, and it was just like before, but on the other side, it helped our relation to get a step further. Nevertheless, I felt like I still owned him something.

"Quentin?" He frowned, having a worried expression when I hadn't answered.

"Let's go on a date again," I changed the subject.

"Date?" He blinked. "Like where to?"

"Doesn't matter. I just want a night alone with you." I intertwined my fingers with his. "And no, I don't have any lewd intentions," I half smirked.

"Aw I was already looking forward to it," he sulked.

"I'm so hungry," I complained when my tummy started growling in desire for something edible. "You stay here, you're not allowed to pressure your leg within five days. I'll screw you if the thread rips!" I threatened as I pushed him off of me and got back up.

"Yes doctor," he pressed his lips together, clearly trying to suppress the urge to smile to stay serious. But I bet he failed as soon as I left the room to head to the kitchen.

"So you're up again?" Myles stood there, crossing his arms when I was occupied by the food I was preparing. Even Jin was there eyeing me in awareness. "Ain't gonna bawl like a huge baby anymore?"

"Shut up Myles!" Jin snapped at him, while I didn't react to his words. Nevertheless, I remained in the same position and bit my lip, trying to ignore it. "Quentin? Are you okay now?"

I pressed a smile on my face and continued making some breakfast. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" I avoided his glare when I could see from the corner of my eyes how his expression dropped.

"Are you sure?" He obtrusively questioned.

"Jin," I put the knife down and turned to him with a smile. "Why are you worrying so much, I'm fine, seriously."

"Whatever you say." He waved away and left again. Myles threw me a threatening gaze before following him.

I sighed once my smile disappeared. I started over thinking again, I noticed when my mood dropped. That was until I snapped out of it, remembering that Zaron was still waiting for me.

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