A/N: Guys, I'm suffering from insomnia, so I thought I might as well put my thoughts into writing instead of wasting the hours away just staring at my ceiling.

Also, the above image does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Off's POV

"Watch it!" I yelled at Gun as he almost tipped his drink all over my chest.

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We had chosen to sip our drinks by the poolside.

We were not yet in the mood to dive into the pool. There were too many people in it.

We had decided to go on this vacation together to give ourselves a break from all our hard work.

Gun and I were very close friends, but we were not into a formal relationship. However, I had the tendency to be possessive over him. I did not like the idea of him developing a close friendship with anyone else except me.

When I realized that I had finished my drink, I decided to get another one.

I stood up and walked over to the bar that had been set up by the poolside.

There were many other passengers who were waiting in line to get their drinks so I braced myself for a long wait.

I pulled out my earpiece from my pocket and plugged it into my phone so that I could listen to some music while waiting to be served.

I had finished listening to one whole song before I finally got my turn.

I handed the bartender my empty glass and told him that I wanted another pina colada.

As I was walking back to where I had left Gun sipping his own drink, I noticed that someone had sat beside him and was talking to him with his hand around Gun's shoulder.

"Hey, hey, hey," I said as I neared Gun and the stranger.

The stranger stood up quickly, holding his hand out to me.

"Hi, my name is Singto," he was saying with a smile, "I just happened to pass by and noticed that your friend here had a very unique looking drink in his hand and I wanted to know what it was so that I could order the same from the bartender."

"Was it necessary to ask him with your hand draped across his shoulder?" I asked, with a look of disapproval.

"Oh, sorry if that offended you," Singto was saying, "I do that to everyone else that I talk to."

"You can do that to everyone else except with Gun," I warned him, "he's mine. He's off limits to you or anyone else."

"Papii!" Gun started to protest, "stop it! Stop being so possessive of me!"

"Well, see you guys around," said Singto, walking away quickly.

"Nong," I said to Gun in a conciliatory tone, "you know me. I want you only for myself. Stay away from the other guys."

"You can be too much sometimes, papii," he said with a pout, before sipping the rest of his drink.

We spent the rest of the day exploring the different attractions of the cruise ship.

By the end of the day, we were both exhausted and decided to turn in early.

I was awakened the following morning to use the bathroom.

When I stood up from my bunk bed, I noticed that Gun was missing. I wondered where he could have gone.

I did my morning rituals in the bathroom and after my shower, I put on fresh clothes.

I decided to walk out into the open deck hoping to see Gun there. Maybe he had decided to enjoy the fresh morning sea breeze.

He was there indeed. But he was not alone.

Singto was with him. He was standing close, too close, beside Gun as they leaned against the ship's railing.

I was very tempted to rush at Singto and push him off the railing.

I decided to keep my cool. Gun had already been complaining about my possessive behavior.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" I asked Gun as I approached them.

Both Gun and Singto turned to me, as if taken by surprise by my sudden appearance.

"Excuse me," said Singto, as he quickly walked away.

He must have seen the annoyance on my face and wanted to avoid trouble.

"You were sleeping like a baby," Gun explained, "so I did not want to disturb your sleep. I went down to the Breakfast Room and had a quick breakfast. I could join you for breakfast if you want."

I was feeling salty at the thought that he must have eaten his breakfast with Singto. I turned his offer down. I decided to have breakfast by myself.

"No," I said to Gun, "just stay here and enjoy the morning breeze."

"Very well," he said, "I will wait for you to join me here after you have eaten your breakfast."

Without another word, I made my way to the Breakfast Room.

For some reason, I was harboring feelings of hostility and resentment against Singto.

I wondered if it was my intuition warning me that Singto had intentions towards Gun.

As I walked into the Breakfast Room, I spotted him sitting at a table with two other guys. He was sipping a dark red liquid from a tall glass.

I knew I was going to regret doing it even as I made my way to his table.

I grabbed his collar, the force from my grip making him stand up from his chair.

"I told you to stay away from him," I snarled at him, all my violent tendencies coming to the fore unbidden, "he is mine, do you hear me, he is mine!"

And with one well aimed blow from my clenched fist, I sent him reeling to the floor.

Singto's POV

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I wasn't able to get back at the bloody fool.

The restaurant staff had surrounded him quickly and had taken him away.

I was guessing that he would be given a warning by the cruise ship administrator that if he caused any more trouble he would be ejected at the next port of call.

I felt some liquid trickling down the side of my face.

Shit, I was bleeding.

"Let me take you to the infirmary," Tae offered.

Tae was one of two guys at the table from whom I had asked permission to join because all the other tables had been occupied.

"Thank you, I appreciate your kind offer," I said, as he helped me to stand up.

"Would you like to come along?" I heard Tae asking the other guy, Tytan.

"Three is a crowd," Tytan said with a smile. It was his way of saying that it was all good, he was going to stay and finish his breakfast.

At the infirmary, I was attended to by a male nurse whose name badge said "Krist Perawat, RN".

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He led me and Tae with a smile through a door behind the reception desk.

He was very gentle as he ministered to my injury.

"How did you get this injury?" he asked.

"A jealous lover caught me trying to steal his boyfriend," I replied with a short laugh.

"Tsk, tsk," Krist said, shaking his head, "love triangles are one of the most dangerous places to get yourself into. I would rather be in the Bermuda triangle."

Tae and Krist and myself had a good laugh over that comment.

Perhaps Krist was right. I should stay away from Gun.

Then a thought struck me. I wondered whether Krist was still single or was already taken.