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Third Person POV

Art was starting to wonder if AJ was really coming to bring him some lunch when he heard the announcement over the intercom.

"Art Pakpoom, you have a visitor in the lobby. Art Pakpoom please proceed to the reception area."

Art slowly got up from his bed. He was already starting to feel weak from hunger.

He opened the door of his room to walk into the living room and then out to the lobby through the main double doors.

He had barely reached the living room when he saw AJ rushing towards him.

"Where's your room?" AJ urgently whispered to Art.

Art automatically pointed to his door and AJ grabbed Art's wrist and led him inside Art's room.

"How did you manage to get in here?" Art asked wide eyed, feeling really nervous.

"I bribed the receptionist," AJ whispered, setting the big brown paper bag he was carrying on Art's bedside table.

"What am I going to do with you AJ, you're gonna get me in so much trouble," Art was almost in tears.

"I promise you, you won't get into any trouble," AJ assured Art while taking out two large plastic food containers and a bag made of wax paper which contained a set of plastic utensils and several table napkins.

The delicious smell of Indian food did not fail to distract Art. Art had already been experiencing hunger pangs earlier so he allowed AJ to open the lids and to start scooping food with the utensils.

"Aahhh," AJ said to Art, placing his hand under Art's chin while trying to feed him a piece of chicken tikka masala.

"I can feed myself," Art protested, taking the fork from AJ.

While Art was eating, AJ placed his hand into the brown bag once more and took out a large tumbler of iced mango juice. AJ took the straw that accompanied it and pushed it through the lid of the tumbler, and then handed it to Art.

"Why are you doing all these for me?" Art asked but not really wanting to know the answer.

"I just want to be your friend," AJ replied, fixing an innocent stare on Art. There was no way that AJ was going to say anything more than that. He wasn't dumb enough to scare Art away.

"Don't you get any days off?" AJ asked.

"No, but we get to have hours off, meaning that I guess we can entertain visitors at the lobby," Art replied, "which reminds me, how did you manage to bribe the receptionist to allow you to come in here?"

AJ just gave Art a broad smile. AJ made a gesture of zipping up his lips.

"You are a scary kid," Art remarked before sipping from his tumbler of iced mango juice.

"Please stop referring to me as a kid," AJ said with a frown.

"But you are a kid," Art insisted.

AJ grabbed Art and pushed him down on Art's bed which had served as something to sit on because it was a small room which contained only a bed and a bedside table.

"What are you doing?" Art exclaimed, trying to push AJ away but AJ was much bigger and stronger.

"Promise me that you will never refer to me as a kid again," AJ whispered, his face just inches away from Art's.

"Okay, okay," Art conceded, "just let go of me so that I can finish my lunch in peace."

Art had to admit that the food that AJ brought him was really good. The mango juice just happened to be his favorite drink. But Art was not ready to fall into AJ's clutches yet.

AJ grabbed a table napkin when he saw some of the sauce from the chicken tikka masala dripping onto Art's chin. He gently wiped it off Art's lips and chin, not failing to notice how sensuous Art's lips looked.

When Art finished eating his lunch and drank all of the mango juice, he stood up to thank AJ.

"Can I come back to see you again?" AJ asked.

"Yes, but I refuse to see you in here next time," Art replied, "you are going to put me in so much trouble if this gets to our director and unit manager."

"Okay, I promise not to come in here again," AJ said with a serious expression, "but before I go, can I at least give you a hug?"

Art felt hesitant to let the kid do such a thing.

"P'Art?" AJ stood waiting, his arms already outstretched.

Art reluctantly stepped into Art's outstretched arms and before he knew it, AJ grabbed the back of his neck. His hungry mouth latched onto Art's lips for a few seconds before Art pushed him roughly away and let his fist connect with AJ's jaw.

Art quickly opened the door of his room and stepped out into the living room, taking AJ with him firmly by the wrist.

At that exact moment, Mew had stepped out of the kitchen to come looking for Gulf to join him for the lunch that he had cooked for himself and Gulf.

In a panic, Art turned around and pushed AJ back into his room and closed his door and locked it from inside.

Art covered his ears nervously as he heard Mew pounding against the door.

"Hey! Open this door or I will report this to the director!" Art heard Mew's threats.

"I'm so sorry for causing you so much trouble," AJ was whispering against Art's ears.

Then suddenly Art heard Gulf's voice and Mew stopped pounding on the door and walked away. Never was Art so grateful for Gulf's presence than just now. Art owed Gulf so much.

After all was quiet, Art slowly opened his door and peeked to make sure that no one was in the living room before pushing AJ out into the lobby.