At the MHL dorms, a sleepy blue striped pajama wearing Tyrone got up. His throat was itchy, and he needed to get a glass of water. He glanced at his roommate who was still asleep then slowly trudged to the kitchen.

Tyrone's footsteps were light, so he did not make much noise during his little trip to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, took out a pitcher of water then sat on the floor.

In another room, Cyril had already showered and dressed. He woke up early so that he could prepare some snacks they could share later. He was excited, yes that's true. It's been a while since he and his girlfriend went out on a date. They were busy the last few weeks, so this was a rare opportunity. Jun woke up at the rustling sounds and rubbed his eyes, "Cy?"

"Go back to sleep, Jun. It's still early."

"Okay..." he answered before burying himself on the sheets.

Cyril smiled for the nth time just that morning and decided to continue his mission. It was just past 5 and the lights were still off in the dorms. He supposed that everyone should still be asleep since it was their rest day. Since he was not expecting anyone at that time, he took a plate, bread knife, bread and placed them on the kitchen counter.

"Now, I need jam and cheese."

Cyril heard a faint sound of something closing. He stopped and listened for any other sound but there was none. Assuming that his mind was playing tricks on him, he continued his walk to the fridge when a person suddenly appeared in front of him. Being Cyril, he merely flinched and jumped away from the tall person who seemed to have magically appeared in front of him.

"What the hell! Tyrone, what are you doing there?! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

Tyrone squinted but stayed silent while Cyril was starting to lose his patience... "Tyrone!"

The tall boy just stared at Cyril who was openly glaring at him. After a good 2 minutes of staring, he blurted... "Who are you?"

Cyril looked like a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth a few times. When he finally recovered, he shook his head in disbelief before patting Tyrone's shoulder, "go back to your room Ty. You're sleepwalking."

Tyrone gave his senior a cute smile before trudging slowly back to the room he shared with Benedict. Cyril followed him with his eyes to check if he got in safely. After hearing the soft click signaling that the door was closed, Cyril resumed getting what he needed on the fridge while grumbling.

"Geez that kid, sleepwalking and sleep talking. I'll have to talk to him later. Even not recognizing who I am... God, what would I do with that kid?"

After twenty minutes, Cyril was already washing his hands when three boys came into the kitchen. One was wearing matching pajamas, another one was wearing a tank top and pajama bottoms and the last one was wearing shirt and sweatpants.

"Morning big brother..."

"Big brother, what's for breakfast?"

"You cooked?"

Mick saw the sandwiches and dives to get one, but Cyril was faster. He smacked the hand of the youngest away and gave him a harsh glare. "That's for Eira. Don't touch."

Mick pouted while rubbing his hand, "Big Brother I'm hungry!!!!!!!! Can't I have one?!?!"

Cyril sighed and shook his head, "I made some extras here. I knew you would ask for some when you get up." He took out a plate full of sandwiches. Jun and Mick rewarded their oldest with a smile before taking a sandwich and eating them.

"Where's Tyrone?"

Benedict took a sandwich and looked at the spread before taking a bite, "he's still sleeping. I tried to wake him but he won't budge. I'll wake him up in 20 minutes."

"I saw him up earlier. I think he's sleepwalking."

Jun took out orange juice from the fridge and drank some before facing their leader, "Ty must have gotten up to drink water. His throat gets dried easily."

"Yeah! He...sometimes...wake ... in... the...middle...of... the...night...thirsty..."

Benedict took some glasses and poured water for the youngest.

"Swallow that before you talk."

He also handed a glass of water to Cyril who drank a little and looked at his watch, its 7AM and he needs to pick Eira by 8.

"Guys, I better go. I'm picking Eira soon."

Benedict stared at the sandwich he was holding. His cousin will be going outside... although he has Eira assurance that she's okay, he can't help but worry especially after the last checkup she had.

"Ben... Big Brother Ben... if you don't want the sandwich, can I have your share?"

Benedict faced the youngest with a blank face, "No."

Mick pouted while Jun lightly patted the youngest's back. "Ben's going to cook something for Ty later. Maybe you can ask for some."

"Really?! Yeeeees!!!!!"

"Tone it down Mick! Some people are still sleeping! God! If your fans can see you like this, they'll be disappointed."

"Of course not! My fans love me!"

Cyril emerged later with a jacket and a cap added to his earlier get-up. He took his backpack and two helmets, "kids, I'm leaving... I'll be back before dinner. Mick don't break anything. Jun, make sure Tyrone eats. Ben, look after the kids and make sure everything is in control. Call me if there's any problem. "

"Yes Big Brother!!"

Jun gave Cyril a salute and Benedict nodded, "Cy... look after my cousin... tell her she needs to call me if there's trouble. She'll know what I mean."

After that, he stood and wore the apron to start cooking. Cyril raised an eyebrow at Benedict but decided to store it at the back of his mind or else he'll be late. He went to his prized motorcycle, put on his helmet and went on his way to pick up his girl.

Meanwhile, Eira is already dressed and was waiting for her boyfriend to arrive. Her parents are quietly observing their daughter as she anxiously sits close to the window.

"Do you think it's okay for her to go Darling?" Mrs. Choi whispered to her husband.

"She's smiling dear... that's what matters."

"But the doctor said..."

Mr. Choi interrupted his wife with a confident smile, "I know dear. She will be fine. Cyril won't let anything bad happen to our He Ran... Who knows, he might be able to convince her to undergo that surgery."

"I hope so darling... I don't want to lose our daughter." Mrs. Choi immediately wiped her tears before calling her daughter's attention. "Choi He Ran, have you taken your medicines?"

Eira pouted, "Moooom, call me Eira. When you call me He Ran, I feel like I did something wrong."

Mrs. Choi chuckled and patted her daughter's cheek..." Sweetheart, He Ran is the name you were born with. You haven't answered my question yet."

"Yes, I did. I took even the bitter ones..."

Mr. Choi grinned teasingly, "ah... if we knew that you will drink your medicines when you have a date with the Cyril, we should've asked him to take you out more often."

"Dad don't tease me!" Eira glared at her father as she lightly hit his arm. "I just don't want to have an attack while we're together."

"Right, right... I hear you sweetheart..."

"DADDY!!!"

Mr. Choi chuckled, and Mrs. Choi shook her head, the father and daughter bickering was a normal occurrence in the Choi household.

At the loud roar of a motorcycle outside the house, Eira rushed to open the door and smiled sweetly at her ruggedly handsome boyfriend. Cyril chuckled at the look his girlfriend had as she openly ogled him, "hey love"

"Good morning, sir, ma'am. I'm going to borrow He Ran. I promise to keep her safe and return her before dinner."

"Cyril!!! Don't call me He Ran!"

Mr. Choi's eyes sparkled mischievously, "please take care of her for us... she may be stubborn but she's our only child."

"Rest assured sir. I'll offer my life to keep her safe."

"Why isn't anyone listening to me?!"

Cyril laughed and lightly patted the now pouting girl's head, "love we need to go"

Eira gave her mom and dad a kiss before getting her sling bag and running back to hold Cyril's hand.

"You two take care, okay? Don't drive too fast, Cyril."

"Yes ma'am."

"All right kids, enjoy!"

Cyril helped Eira put on the red and white helmet before he wore the matching red and black helmet on his head. She hugged Cyril as tight as she could... she of all people knows how fast Cyril drives a motorcycle.

"Hold tight love..."

Eira nodded and held tightly on to Cyril. She relished the feeling of being close to the guy she loved. Cyril released a contented sigh at the feeling of her hands on his body.

"We'll be taking the long route today," thought the still grinning Cyril as he started the engine.

A/N: Yes this is how I imagined Cyril waiting on his motorbike... just imagine his hair as white/silver

Credits to Uyyyy99 on DeviantArt for this amazing motorbike phone (I got from google images)

Here's the link: https://www.deviantart.com/uyyyy99/art/Motorbike-1008658401