Joe and Jimbae were back in the hotel. The day had passed by so early. Both of them didn't want the day to end because it had been a while since they were last that genuinely happy. But, well, Time and tide wait for none.

Even though the day felt too small to them, it was indeed exhausting. The energy they had to spend on the day was quite too much for both of them. So the first thing Joe did after coming back into the hotel was take a shower but as stubborn as Jimbae was, it took Joe a while to convince him to take a shower and of course, it took him as long as after dinner.

As for the kiss earlier, they both just went with the flow of the moment. And even though they both wanted to talk to the other about it, they couldn't bring the courage to.

The sound of the shower finally stopped. As the bathroom door was pulled open, out came Jimbae, a towel wrapped around his legs from the curve of his hips to a bit over his ankles. His whole body was wet, from the tip of his hair to his toes, water dripping from his body as the cool air of the fan almost made him shiver.

Joe's eyes automatically roamed to Jimbae's body, slowly looking up from his toes to his gorgeous face as he laid back on the bed, his elbow pushed against a pillow. His eyes locked into the addictive stare of Jimbae, dragging him in like a magnet as he stood up, his face not reaching above Jimbae's chin. His breathing got heavier, the desire in his gaze palpable as his hand slowly landed on Jimbae's back.

Jimbae gulped, the warmth of Joe's hand touching his still wet back felt electric. His breath hitched as he felt Joe's hand moving, his eyes still fixed into his own, as if craving for something unknown. Joe's hand traced the curve of Jimbae's back, finding its way up. As Joe's face was brought closer and closer, all the muscles on Jimbae's body felt like tensing. But he couldn't think twice, he knew once they had started it, even though sober, there was no going back. He slowly closed his eyes, giving in to the touch of Joe's hand which had reached the back of his neck, leaning closer himself.

This time, it took his lips to meet the other's longer than expected, even though the difference was probably not even a few seconds, he still felt like he was suffocating. The feeling of desire, wanting was so unknown to him that he couldn't wait, he couldn't wait until they both gave in to their wants.

As the lips crashed against each other, the kiss was not as gentle as the one on the beach. This time, their lips moved with a profound urgency in their movements. Jimbae's hand found the back of Joe's head to grab onto as their kiss deepened, the pair of lips constantly moving among each other with a sense of longing and want that had been suppressed.

As their passionate making out continued, Joe began taking steps forward, forcing Jimbae to walk backwards as well until Jimbae was pushed against the wall and Joe's hand was shifted to the wall next to him, the cold wall bringing shivers down Jimbae's shirtless body.

After finally forcing their lips apart to catch their breaths while their eyes still locked into each other, the urgency in their eyes grew. None of them could think about anything else anymore. Joe dug his head perfectly onto the curve of Jimbae's neck, kissing and sucking gently at the skin there. Every single muscle of Jimbae's body tensed, the sensation of the wet lips nibbling at his sensitive neck almost overwhelming until he felt Joe's hand holding him still, as if telling him to relax without feeling the need of a single sound.

Finally getting away from Jimbae's neck after satisfying his own self like a vampire, Joe looked up at Jimbae, making sure he was comfortable and aware of everything that was happening. Still keeping the intense eye contact, both Joe's hands held Jimbae's arms softly, guiding him away from the wall and towards the bed that was in the opposite direction.

Jimbae still couldn't see what was behind him so as the corner of the bed touched his leg, he almost threw himself on the bed, the sound of his heavy breathing getting clearer between the complete silence between the two except for the kissing sounds. Jimbae leaned both his elbows against the bed as he watched Joe climb on top of him and crawl closer and closer to him like an animal hungry for food. He didn't blame Joe for that. He was too, hungry, desperate for how long he had held back those feelings, they were boiling out like a volcano.

Just when Joe's lips were only inches away from Jimbae's face again, realization hit him. What was he doing? He turned his face to the other side.

The gaze in Joe's eyes softened as he began caressing Jimbae's jaw gently with one of his hands, silently sitting up, thinking if he had crossed any lines. A look of clear concern was evident in his face when he asked, his voice as soft as ever, “Jimbae, what's wrong?”

Feeling the tone of Joe's voice change, Jimbae's mind calmed down on its own as he turned his face back to look at Joe again. Joe sat nervously at one side, his hand still fixed on Jimbae's jaw. “If we do this, it won't be a one night stand anymore, right?” Jimbae suddenly asked.

Joe looked back at him, taken aback by the question. He really didn't think Jimbae would be someone to ask something like that. His face suddenly lifted when he realized that he was overthinking, Jimbae wasn't rejecting him…at all. He felt a surge of courage rush inside as he crawled back closer to Jimbae, leaning back against his ear, his voice dropping to a whisper. “And who says that?”

The hot breath of Joe against Jimbae's ear made him shiver, the hair on his body standing on its own as he swallowed in the sexiest voice of someone he had ever heard. Fuck it. He didn't care anymore. He couldn't do it anymore. Pretending to be able to hold back.

Jimbae lifted his hands and landed them on both sides of Joe's neck, smashing their lips together in a rush, as if he would lose the other man any second, as if the man would run away if he didn't savor him fully.

Joe responded with equal hunger, his hands grazing Jimbae's back as he got back on top of Jimbae, Jimbae's body pushed against the white mattress and Joe's legs spread around both the sides of his hip.

Joe immediately leaned in to kiss him again, savoring every second. Jimbae's whole body responded to the touch, the desire he had suppressed increasing with each touch. He could feel himself melting under Joe's touch, his tensed body slowly relaxing and accepting what he wanted desperately.

Jimbae closed his eyes, the touch so seductive yet the lack of friction caused him to rub against Joe's body. Taking a hint, Joe slowly got up from above him. Jimbae leaned back against the bed as he watched Joe take his shirt off. This all seemed like a dream to him suddenly. He was conscious about all that happening, yes and that apparently wasn't their first time either but it felt so unreal to him. All that time, he hadn't realized how much he had actually wanted Joe until now, when he was surrendering himself under the older's control.

Joe turned back at Jimbae, his lips crashing on Jimbae's again, the kiss slowly turning soft and more passionate. Already craving for the touch, Jimbae responded very quickly, his hands roaming to wrap around Joe's waist and back. Opening his mouth, he welcomed Joe's tongue inside, savoring the taste the older man was giving.

In no while, Joe's lips roamed from his lips to his neck, nibbling at the sensitive area again. Jimbae couldn't help but let out a whimper in response. He had never let anyone touch his neck, knowing how sensitive his neck was but with Joe, it was so pleasurable that he couldn't bring himself to make it stop. The sensitive stimulation only worked to turn him on even more.

After playing with the sensitive spot for a while, Joe's hand roamed to Jimbae's waist, his lips moving downwards towards his chest, kissing every part that caught his eyes.

Jimbae's moan was loud enough to catch Joe a bit off guard when he felt his mouth land on one of the nipples, all the while his hands worked to open knot of the towel wrapped around Jimbae's waist. Joe looked up, asking for any sign of disapproval. Jimbae, after being able to catch his breath, nodded slowly as a sign to go on.

As Joe looked back down, he slowly undid the knot of the towel off of Jimbae, leaving the younger man only in his underwear. Feeling a bit exposed, Jimbae closed his eyes. It had been a long time since he had last done that so it was normal for him to feel just a bit insecure. Not to mention, all the other times when he got to that point was when he wasn't totally conscious about it.

Standing up with his eyes still fixed on Jimbae, Joe got out of his pants as well. After leaning back in, he looked at Jimbae who closed his eyes completely in an attempt to ignore this. Joe's hand landed gently on Jimbae's cheek. “Jimbae, look at me,” He requested, his voice so soft that anyone would melt.

Jimbae slowly opened his eyes, his eyes immediately met with Joe's gorgeous face and almost fully naked body on top of his. How was this not a dream? His gaze relaxed as he watched Joe look at him, his eyes glistening with sincereness. “Look, if you don't want to do this, we can always st-”

Before Joe could say anything more, Jimbae shut him up by crashing his lips on his. Even if he was a bit insecure, he could handle it. There was no way he was going back anymore. Not after they were already in a condition like that. He wanted it. He needed it. And he wasn't stopping just because of his childish insecurity. He was mature enough to understand that it'd disappear in no time, just when he got comfortable enough.

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Carrot and Hanah had been close for a long time. They spent their times on the weekends together as well as the weekdays. Carrot didn't like it fully at first, mostly because she had never let anyone into her personal space except her friends from previous high school and Jimbae whom she had already left behind.

Carrot had been spending most of her time with Hanah, even though she still wasn't totally willing to, she wasn't opposing it either. She really did find Hanah charming like Jimbae. But it took her long enough to realize that she wasn't attracted to Jimbae, at least not in the way she thought, she just liked his personality, his caring demeanor. That was what dragged her into that big dilemma of feelings. Discovering feelings like love, for someone who wasn't her blood, for… basically a stranger, was always a scary feeling to Carrot.

Even with the food gang, they had pursued after her for almost two months until she got comfortable with them. But with Hanah, it was different. It had already been two months since Hanah had been trying to make her her friend.

But she still hadn't given in. Her heart already had a long time ago, but she wanted to keep doing that for some reason. She didn't know why. It's almost like… like she was jealous of the people that were close to Hanah. As if she felt like Hanah would stop coming after her or spending time with her if she gave in. She couldn't deny that she feared that happening, she had gotten attached from inside to Hanah and what if she disappeared because Carrot gave in and she didn't have to pursue her anymore? Would she be able to handle that?

Hanah had tons of people after her, tons of friends she could hang out with but yet, what kept her from spending time with them instead of Carrot was Carrot's tough behavior, even though that was not who Carrot truly was, she was willing to be that if that meant Hanah would keep coming after her.

“Hanah?” Carrot suddenly called out to the girl sitting right next to her, who was busy talking to a girl from the table behind.

Hanah turned her head towards Carrot, the familiar smile evident on her face. “Hmm?” She answered, her hand still fixed on the table behind.

“Can I ask you something?” Carrot asked again, no expression evident at all in her face but her eyes said it all.

“Of course,” Hanah murmured. She looked around watching if something was wrong.

“How many friends do you have?” Carrot questioned, placing her hands on the table before trying to lean on it and act careless.

“I don't know. I never counted,” the latter replied, truly seeming careless. Carrot let out a sigh, turning her head towards the window and looking outside. Carrot had always been someone to seek comfort in other people's company though she'd never admit that out loud, at least to Hanah. But she had to understand sometimes that the only person who always stayed by her side was only herself, maybe her parents but she couldn't always share everything with them.

To Be Continued…..

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A/n: Well...

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