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Third Person POV

Mark cursed himself as he walked away from Gun's front door, the bag of food and drink that he had meant to give to Gun still in his hand.

What a defeatist you are, he scolded himself.

He tossed the bag of food onto the passenger seat of his car and started the engine but kept the gear on park.

Wait, why was he jumping to conclusion about that guy who had opened Gun's front door? Maybe he was just there to hang out with Gun. Maybe there was nothing going on between him and Gun.

Mark looked ahead at the road, his car still on park but with the engine running.

What the hell, thought Mark, before killing the engine.

He fished out his phone from his pocket. If Gun did not take his call then that meant he was involved with that guy. But if he took the call... Mark crossed his fingers tight while tapping on Gun's number with his thumb.

Mark heard just one ring before, "Mark?!"

"Are you okay, Gun?" Mark got alarmed. Gun's voice sounded like he had been crying. "Do you want me to come to your unit? I'm still here in my car, parked in front of your building and I still have the food and drink that I had meant to give you."

"Yes, yes, please, Mark, please come back to my unit," Gun said, the tears apparent in his voice.

Gun grabbed the bag of food and drink and jumped out of his car.

He had pressed the front door buzzer just once before Gun flung it open.

Mark felt he could not breathe. Gun was hugging him too tight but he didn't care. Gun could hold him that way for as long as he wanted.

Finally, Gun let go of Mark and said, "Come inside."

That was when Mark realized that he had not yet even set foot inside Gun's unit. Gun had flung himself on Mark before Mark could even make one step through the front door.

Gun led him to the living room and made him sit on the couch.

"Wait for me here," Gun said before going inside his bedroom and taking out the small gift bag that contained Mark's under shirt from his backpack.

"What's this?" Mark asked when Gun handed him the gift bag.

"Have you forgotten already?" Gun asked. "Look inside and see."

"Oh!" Mark laughed upon seeing his under shirt inside the gift bag.

"I had meant to give it to you when I see you at the uni." said Gun.

"Thank you," said Mark and then handed the bag of food and drink to Gun. "Exchange gift." Mark added.

Gun accepted the bag of food and drink with a chuckle. "Thank you, Mark. It smells good."

Gun set the bag on the table and then walked back to Mark.

"Would you like to stay the night?"

Mark's eyes widened upon hearing Gun's question.

"I ... I ... I don't think so," Mark stammered.

But Mark had just been acting.

When he noticed the disappointment on Gun's face, he jumped up from the couch and rushed to Gun and hugged him tight.

"Of course I would love to," he whispered in Gun's ears.

"I have eaten already," Gun said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"So have I," Mark replied. "But I am hungry for you."

And then with one swift move, Mark lifted Gun in his arms and walked quickly towards the bedroom.

Gun did not struggle. He allowed Mark to set him down gently on the bed.