"is that you? come in."

the boy walked in silently, like he feared the man in that room would be irritated if he dared to make a noise. he knew he wouldn't, but at that time, his mind went blank, couldn't come to any thoughtful decision at all. they hadn't talked over for a week, just because bảo hoàng found out phan hoàng ate the red velvet cake he had whole-heartedly baked for his sister. actually he wasn't angry anymore, but he shouted at him badly, which must have hurt him.

phan hoàng looked at bảo hoàng standing there in front of the door, too scared to move anymore step. he was the guilty one, why did he seem like he was the problem? phan hoàng somehow giggled, commanded that beauty to be next to him.

"I apologize for having eaten that meaningful cake; you must have spent time and patience to bake it. unfortunately, I did not know, so I just ate it without asking your permission."

"so you still know it wasn't yours?"

bảo hoàng finally said a word, he was so happy to hear that voice again directly — like a mature man but still as pristine as his seventeen. or because of not listening to this voice for a week, he reliazed he had become slightly addicted to it. sounded... creepy and insane. maybe he just too missed bảo hoàng.

"of course, I'm not a bad person. you are not that angry, are you?"

having said that, he gently snuggled bảo hoàng, made him completely be the little spoon. phan hoàng kissed from his curly hair to his chiseled jawline, he wanted to turn him on. bảo hoàng obviously knew what he was doing, but he didn't care, he had always put up with him to keep the peace.

make love not war, don't you think?