Xian's POV

After making up my mind to do as I was told, with a twist, of course, I had walked out with confidence and done my best to be nice to Qing and horrid to her brother.

Why? Because when I had entered the hall, I had found the man, standing a little too close to Jun.

Why hadn't Jun moved away!?

Did he perhaps find the man gorgeous?

Yes, the man whose voice had made me feel strange was gorgeous. Gorgeous to the point that made me uncomfortable and insecure. I knew I was acting stupidly, for, in my heart, I was sure that Jun was Mine, now and forever.

The other reason why I had not wanted to be anywhere around him was because I did not want to hear him: his voice.

I had done the bare minimum that was expected of me and left with Qing as soon as I could. I knew I had angered and embarrassed Jun. But I knew he would get over it- He always does, my Jun.

On arriving at my room, Qing had immediately gone around it and looked at my books, pictures, toys, and more. Basically, everything that she could see, she had touched. I hadn't stopped her. No, I wasn't comfortable with it, not in the least. But I had concluded that the time she spent engaging herself, is time I didn't have to pretend to be nice to her or talk to her.

Unfortunately, there was only so much she could see or touch. Once she had surveyed my room, she had turned to me and expected- I didn't know what she expected, so I suggested we play video games. After all, that's what I did when Jiang Cheng dropped by. And as for Mianmian, she never came to visit alone, and even if she did, she never stayed for long.

Luckily, Qing had nodded and made herself comfortable on my bed. I wanted to push her off- she was on Jun's side - but I restrained myself, and after setting up the console, we got playing.

Soon, she had relaxed. She was very competitive; I had not expected that. And the truth was, I was enjoying myself. She was much better than Cheng, who would have thought, right? Every time she did something silly, she laughed; it was contagious, I laughed too. But all the fun we were having stopped when she looked at the door for no reason at all. In that instant, I remembered the way her brother had stood so close to Jun. Jealousy had reared its ugly head again, and I had suggested we grab a snack. She had agreed.

As I had entered, I had found Qing's brother standing close to Jun once again. My temper had flared. I had wanted the man gone. So I had tried to create a scene. I had insulted Jun and hoped that he understood what I was doing. Luckily, he had understood my intention and reprimanding me, had told me that I was grounded.

Happy but pretending to be pissed, I had stomped off to my room and banged the door shut to make it look authentic.

As I hear the door open and close, I can't help but chuckle. I wait for a few more seconds and rush to the hall. I find Jun leaning on the door with his back turned towards me.

Jun, are you that relieved that they left?

I sprint across the hall and wrap my arms around his middle.

"Xian?" I hear him gasp, and I chuckle, "Old man, do you enjoy punishing me?" I tease and turn him to face me.

Tears!

"Jun! What happened?" I demand, holding him close, and he gingerly wraps his arms around me, like he is scared.

What scared you, Jun?

"Xian, what are you doing?" He asks, trying to lean away, but I don't let him go. My mind races as I try to understand what had made my angel cry.

"Did he do something to you? Did he say something?" I urge him to answer. That Hua guy was bad news. I can tell just by looking at those eyes, eyes, that I had most definitely seen before.

Jun stops struggling and trying to get away. It's then that I let go and wipe his tears, "Tell me, Jun. Please."

He looks into my eyes and slowly brings his hand up to cup my face, "What you said about me... " He starts, and I immediately realize the error of my ways. Jun had not understood my signal at all. He had taken all the lies I had blurted out to throw the unwanted guests out at face value.

Fuck!

I had unknowingly hurt him, My Jun. Not only had I angered him, I had made him cry. But hadn't we confessed to each other barely hours ago? Hadn't I told him that he was the one, only one in my heart!? Had he not believed me then?

'Young people live in the moment, love for a moment.' Jun's words come back to me, and things fall into place.

I throw my arms around his neck and apologize, "Sorry, Jun. I am sorry for not realizing- I am- I didn't mean what I said about you back then. I just wanted to make a scene so that they would leave."

"Mn?"

I find the way he says "Mn" adorable, always have. I continue, "Well, you are antisocial. I was not lying when I said that you don't like making friends, shut yourself in the library for hours on end, and love to punish me. The rest of it was just something I made up." I confess, running my fingers over his forearms.

His eyes widen slightly, and he parts his lips as if to say something but closes them again.

Do you need me to be more specific, Jun?

"Jun, I am sure you can hold conversations, but I know you don't like to. You are strong, confident, caring," I lean closer, feeling the need to tease him some more; I whisper in his ear, "gorgeous, beautiful, hot... Ah!"

In an instant, I find myself pinned against the door, with Jun's arms on my waist, holding me there. His eyes urge me to understand the emotions I can't begin to comprehend. It's like a fight is raging inside him: a fight he doesn't want to lose but probably will. His grip on my waist tightens, and he begs, "Don't tempt me." He presses himself closer, and I can feel him, all of him.

I had done that!

I feel hot. Like I would self combust any moment; Jun's cool frame and burning gaze dare me to act. All that is holding me back is that I know he is looking for answers.

But what are the questions that were plaguing him?

"Jun?"

"Mn." He replies, his hands travel lower, caressing my thighs. I can feel his hands tremble as he brings our foreheads together.

"Are you truly not ready for us?"

"I... " He starts but doesn't finish.

"Do you really not think we should...make love?"

His breath falters. He buries his face in my neck. The fragrance of sandalwood tickles my senses. But it's the hint of cinnamon that takes me by surprise.

He breathes deeply, "Xian... " His voice is deep and strained.

Do you want to hide from me, Jun?

I understand that he is not ready. His restrain is too strong. I am about to put him out of his suffering by distancing myself from him when I feel his cold lips on the nape of my neck.

"Ah!" I moan as teeth replace the lips, sending waves of pleasure cursing through my veins. I tilt my head and bury my fingers in his hair, "Jun!" I breathe, pulling him towards myself, inviting, encouraging him to do more.

But just as suddenly as he had started, he stops, kissing the place he had bitten me and blows on it.

I feel a sense of Deja Vu when a warm drop of water lands on my neck. "Jun?" I call, making him look at me, and as expected, I see tears streaming down his face, "I want you... I want to be with you; I have always wanted it. I have been waiting for you without hope. It was easy then, so much easier when I thought you did not want me. But now- I am growing weak against my desire to have you. With you so close, so willing to give me- I am- I shouldn't. Not till I can figure out some things." As he pours his heart out to me out of desperation, I start to calm down as well. No, I had not used my voice. I had not made Jun do anything against his will per se, but I was not making things easy either. "Jun," I hold his hand and smile, "I am sorry. I will try and behave, alright?"

"Mn."

"But can I ask you something?"

"Mn."

"Can't we do anything?" I ask, knowing how utterly shameless and desperate I am sounding. But when I look into Jun's eyes, I feel my emotions reflected in them. He looks at my neck and bites his lips, "Does it hurt?" His voice shakes as he caresses the now throbbing spot, and when I wince again, he purses his lips; his brows knit. His actions beg me to understand something, yet his eyes contradict it. There is concern and love in one, but much much more in another.

Craving... Hungry... Mine!

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