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

Copter's POV

I didn't realize that the Long Island Iced Tea was gonna hit me fast.

I was sure that I wasn't having an allergic reaction to it. The alcohol percentage was probably just higher than usual.

However, I felt that I needed to go out of the bar room to get some fresh air.

I excused myself to Kimmon. I told him that I wasn't going to be gone for too long.

I wasn't even at the open deck yet. However, I could see through the large glass windows someone being pulled off the railing and being tackled to the floor.

Was that person about to jump off the railing of the ship? Good god in heaven.

I rushed to open the door to the outer deck.

Wait, that's Max on his back on the floor, and that guy who's about to kiss him is the guy who was also about to kiss Kimmon in the pool the other day. What the hell.

I couldn't stop myself from yelling "What the fuck is going on here?!"

I saw Max push off the other guy away from him.

"You have the guts to ask me what the hell is going on?" he addressed me angrily, "I am supposed to be the one who's asking you what the hell is going on between you and Kimmon! Why didn't you tell me that you were planning to have drinks with him tonight???"

I pleaded guilty to that question. I was afraid to tell him because I was afraid that he would stop me from doing so.

Suddenly Max stood up from the floor. When I looked around, I knew why. Kimmon had gone looking for me and had found me here.

Without a warning, Max grabbed Kimmon and landed a fist on his jaw, making Kimmon stagger but fortunately without ending up on the floor.

I grabbed Max and aimed a fist on his nose.

I could tell that he had not expected me to punch him because he looked at me with eyes looking ready to pop out of their sockets.

"We are over, Max!" I yelled at him, "do you hear me? We are officially over, even if there was really nothing between us in the first place!"

I felt a bit guilty when I saw the hurt and bitterness creeping into Max's face before he wordlessly turned away and left the open deck.

I looked around for Kimmon.

The guy who had been with him in the pool and who had tackled Max to the floor earlier was tending to his bleeding mouth.

I rushed over to him.

"Kimmon, are you alright?" I asked worriedly.

"He's going to be alright," the other guy answered, "I'm taking over from here. You can leave us now."

"What???" I was taken by surprise by the other guy's comments.

I turned to Kimmon to make sure that he and the guy were on the same page, "Kimmon?"

The tone I used to say his name was a request for confirmation of what the other guy had told me to do.

"He's right, Copter," said Kimmon, "I'm gonna be alright. You can finish your drink and I will follow shortly."

"No, you're not going back to the bar," the other guy said firmly to Kimmon.

I was starting to wonder if there was anything going on between them that warranted the other guy's power to make decisions for Kimmon.

"Very well," I said, turning away and leaving them together in the open deck.

I had no intention of going back to the bar.

I decided that I would go back to the cabin to sleep off the alcohol that was already starting to give me a headache.

I had barely reached my cabin door, when my headache started to worsen.

To make matters worse, I started to feel dizzy as well.

I tried to fit the key into the door knob of my cabin door, but because my hands were unsteady, I dropped the key to the floor.

Before I could bend to pick it up, someone picked it up for me and handed it to me.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet. For those who don't know him, he's the actor who played the role of Chase in "Theory of Love".

"Thanks," I muttered, taking the key from him.

"Hey, you look really pale," I heard the stranger say through my woozy brain, "you look ready to pass out."

Those were the last words I heard before I did pass out and when I regained consciousness, I found myself on my bed, shirtless.

The stranger was squeezing warm water out of a hand towel into a small plastic basin from where he had gathered some warm water, I was assuming from my bathroom faucet.

He started to gently wipe the warm moist towel against my chest when he suddenly stopped.

He had noticed that I had awakened and was staring at him.

"Will you be okay now?" he asked, "do you want me to leave?"

To be honest, I had liked and appreciated the gentle way that he was taking care of me, and I did not want him to stop.

"If it's not a big burden for you..." I had started to stay.

"Not at all, not at all," he was saying as he continued to wipe me all across my chest.

"I was able to bring you to the bathroom before you retched all over the sink. Some of it splashed all over the front of your shirt so I had to remove your shirt," he explained.

He dipped the hand towel once more into the small plastic basin and squeezed the water out before wiping my face gently with it.

"By the way, my name is Copter," I said, "and I want to let you know that I am very grateful for what you're doing for me."

"It's my pleasure to meet you, Copter, and don't worry about it," he said, "if you find me passed out anywhere on this ship, I would want for you to do the same for me."

"I certainly would," I assured him.

He dropped the towel into the small basin once more and then took it to my bathroom.

When he returned, I noticed him staring at my bare chest.

"Where do you keep your jammies?" he asked, looking around my cabin.

"They are still in my suitcase," I said, "it's inside the closet."

He went over to the closet and took out my suitcase. Since it was unlocked, all he had to do was flip open the clasp.

He took out my navy blue plaid pajama top and matching pajama pants.

He gently lifted me slightly from the bed to put my pajama top around my back before putting my arms into the sleeves.

Then he laid me back down on my bed.

I put my hand over his hand when he started to unbuckle my belt.

"I can do it," I said, starting to unbuckle my belt.

He stayed seated beside me on my bed as he watched me unbuckle my belt and then unzip my pants.

Suddenly I realized that I was going to unclothe myself before a stranger, leaving him to see my most private part.

"If you feel uncomfortable, I will turn around," he said, seeming to have read my thoughts.

With his back toward me, he continued to speak, "By the way, my name is Foei."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Foei," I said, holding out my hand to him, and then realizing that the reason he wasn't taking my hand was because he could not see it because his back was turned to me.

I quickly removed my jeans and replaced them with my pajama pants.

I tried to sit up and get out of bed.

"I would like to brush my teeth before I sleep," I said.

"You might not be strong enough to get to the bathroom by yourself," said Foei, "let me help you to get there."

He placed his arm around my waist, ready to prop me up if I lost my balance.

We reached my bathroom without incident and I took out my toothbrush and toothpaste from the small drawer by the sink.

After I was satisfied with brushing my teeth, I turned around to go back to my bed.

I don't know why I felt a sudden weakness in my knees and so I had to cling to Foei's arm to keep my balance.

He held me tight, supporting my weight.

It was then, I realized that our faces were just inches away from each other.

His eyes were fixed on my mouth. I felt some warmth rising from my neck and upward to my cheeks.