A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Third Person POV

"What's your problem?" War glared at Yin.

War was tempted to hit Yin but realized that doing so might cause Yin to crash the car and that was the last thing that War wanted to happen.

When Yin ignored War's question, War said, "You think you're so smart. I will find a way to convince my father to replace you with a more fun driver."

Yin continued to remain silent and kept his eyes focused on the road.

When they reached the gate of War's house, Yin pressed the remote control and the gate slid open noiselessly.

Yin eased the car into the driveway, turned off the engine and pressed the buttons to unlock the car doors.

War grabbed the remote control for the gate, pressed it to unlock the gate then jumped out of the car and ran out into the street.

Yin immediately chased after War.

War managed to reach the fence of a neighbor before Yin caught up with him.

Yin pressed War against the fence and demanded,  "What stunt are you trying to pull now, you foolish brat?"

War tried to push Yin away but Yin had pressed his chest on War and was too heavy for War.

"Get off me!" War yelled at Yin.

War was breathing hard and so was Yin.

Yin's musk cologne drifted to War's nose.

War's faintly pleasant manly fragrance drifted to Yin's nose.

They stared at each other, suddenly feeling a tension in the air.

War was the first to recover.

"Get off me, I said!" he yelled once more at Yin.

Yin eased himself off War but grabbed his wrist to make sure that he couldn't get away.

War kept tugging at Yin's grasp but Yin wouldn't let go and kept dragging War back towards the house.

"Give me the remote control for the gate." Yin demanded from War once they got inside the driveway.

Instead of handing it to Yin, War tossed the remote control onto the grassy area of the front yard.

Without letting go of War's wrist, Yin went towards where the remote control lay, dragging a struggling War with him.

Along the way, Yin's foot got caught by a weed that had grown taller than the rest of the grass.

Yin lost his balance, pulling War down with him onto the grass.

This time it was War who was on top of Yin as they lay on the grass. panting heavily.

Once more, each other's fragrance drifted into each other's nose.

War was starting to lower his face towards Yin when they heard Mr. Ratsameerat's voice.

"What's going on here???" Mr. Ratsameerat demanded. "And why is the front gate wide open???"

"I...  I... I... " War was stammering wildly as he hastily got up.

Yin rolled over to where the remote control was, grabbed it and aimed it at the gate to close it and then stood up to face his employer.

"It's not what you are thinking, sir," he said, bowing deeply to Mr.  Ratsameerat.

"And what am I thinking?" Mr. Ratsameerat looked intently at Yin.

"That War... that he... that we..." it was Yin's turn to stammer wildly.