The smaller male looked up from the magazine he was browsing through as he heard the jingling of keys. The ends of his lips curled to the ground when he heard the nervous rattling of the door knob. The door opened to reveal his lover before he quickly shook his worried frown away and gave a welcoming smile to his lover. 

      "How's things at the cafe?"       "It's all settled, nothing too big an issue to be a cause of worry. Kikwang wouldn't be able to come in to work for a couple of days though. I'll be at the cafe to cover his duties during the period of his absence, so I wouldn't be able to be with you for a lot." Junhyung grumbled, collapsing on the couch beside the smaller male and gave a pitiable pout.        The smaller male tittered and leaned towards his lover, smooching him on the lips, patronizing the moping man. "You know, you are such a careless man when it is relating to handiwork. Why don't I help out too? I'll do his kitchen and backend duties while you do his outside duties. We still can see one another a lot as long as you pop in to the kitchen!"        Junhyung looked at the smaller male like he had grown an extra head, "No! Do you think I would ever let you stay outside for long? Do you know the risk and danger you will be putting yourself to if you do that?"       "It will be fine. I go to the cafe in the mornings with you to deliver the pastries and cakes anyway. The only difference is that I'll be in the cafe till after closing hours. Technically, it's the same because we go there and come home together and once each only." The smaller male insisted, eyes sincerely pleading with Junhyung now.       As the images of Kikwang's bruises flashed in his mind, the taller male remained adamant and he refused to cave in to his lover's earnest orbs, turning away and stating quietly but firmly, "No. You're staying at home. The longer you're outside, the more you are risking yourself."        "Well, I'm not a pet whom you can keep at home all day long and bring out for walks only when you can. I don't see why it would be a problem if I'm in the kitchen." The smaller male snapped, his voice low and calm but laced with anger, his large eyes blazing now as he stuck his chin out defiantly to his lover. He had been giving in way too easily to Junhyung's requests to stay home and there was a limit to how many times he could accept rejection. "Besides, just because you say I shouldn't doesn't mean that I shouldn't. I should have the rights to my own life. Why are you trapping me here?"        "I..." Junhyung paused at his own words, caught between the afterthought of what Kikwang had went through and what the smaller male must be feeling for being so trapped. Unable to come up with something that would resolve his inner dilemma, he could only stare at his lover sorrowfully. "I'm sorry for making you feel trapped. I just... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel this way." He broke off, helpless to what he should say or do.        The smaller male clammed his mouth shut as he eyed his lover struggling with hurt and worry. Guilt hit him hard and he hurriedly stretched his arm across his lover's hunched body, scooting close to him, "No, Junhyung ah, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. That was my anger and frustration speaking, you know I don't mean it. I've never felt trapped with you, really. It's your way of keeping me safe, I know."       The taller male returned the hug before pulling away gently, smiling weakly, "if you really want to work in the cafe, it's alright. Just make sure you stay in the kitchen."       "No, I don't need to do that", the smaller male whispered, his voice shaky now as logic reclaimed it's position above his emotions. He realised how stupid his words were and how dumb he was to not weigh it's harshness and severity on his lover's feelings. "I'm sorry, Junhyung ah. I really didn't mean it that way. You know right?"       Junhyung lifted his lover's chin with a hook-shaped index finger and his eyes shone with love and care, melting the smaller male into a puddle of goo like he always do, "I know. But maybe, your suggestion is really better this time. Because if you're home alone and something happens or you need something, I wouldn't be around. You have to promise me though, that no matter what, even if Chorong and Doojoon falls sick and be away, you're not to step out of the kitchen."       His lover gave a small nod and rushed to be back in Junhyung's arms, sniffling a little as he huddled closer and placed a ear on the broad chest and listened to the melodious beating of his heart. "I promise. I will do anything for you."        "Now, before you get all sappy with me, I'm gonna have to order you to get me that pasta you told me about before I left for Kikwang's place."       Hearing the taller male's accidental slip of the tongue, the smaller male hid the knowing frown of Kikwang not really being sick in a second and smiled sheepishly, "I forgot about it and didn't heat it up. Do you mind if we ate cold pasta that has been on the table for the past 20 minutes?"       Junhyung laughed and kissed him hard, "you can put it out for 20 years and I will still eat it if it's cooked by you."       The couple sauntered to the dining area, limbs still intertwined with one another. The smaller male looked at Junhyung lovingly and gave a blissful sigh, "I really don't know how lucky I must be to have met you instead of anyone else that night."        "Or actually, maybe it's how lucky I must be." The taller male smiled as they sat on separate chairs and begun slurping on their pastas with one hand while still holding on to one another with the other. He chuckled at the smaller male's dramatic of a pasta strand, purposefully going cross eyed as he did so. Oh how he would never find his lover's antics old or anything less than adorable.       The smaller male's cheeks flushed a little when he noticed that Junhyung was staring more intently than he usually does, smacking him on the shoulder to get him out of the trance he was in, "stop staring at me and eat your pasta before it gets even colder." Reproachful as it may sound, the smaller male's lips were curled into a smile, heart fluttering to be under the gaze of his love.       "I can't stop, my cheonsa and you know it. You know that I'll keep looking at you and never get tired of doing so."       "Doesn't the rest find it peculiar? That you were the one who found and saved me but instead, you're calling me your cheonsa."       "Nope, I think they just took it simply as a term of an endearment. Only you and I know the reason behind it. I like to think of it as our very own special secret."       "We have plenty secrets of our own," the smaller male stated suggestively and he wiggled his eyebrows towards the bedroom, causing Junhyung to choke on his pasta as laughter bubbled in his throat while he was swallowing. Patting his back, the smaller male was laughing himself as he continued, "but yeah, I like this special secret of when and how you called me your cheonsa."       Flashback (few days after their confession in chapter 2):       "Why did Mr Chan insist that you came down to collect the new coffee machine? It's strange since you always got Kikwang to do the job."       "I'm not sure either but I'm staking my bets on the fact that he was the one who made the machine from scratch and he wants to tell me every single detail of it."       The smaller male slammed his face into his palms whilst following the taller male into the lift and groaned, "oh no, so I have to sit through the whole lecture with you? You're evil, Yong Jun Hyung. You had to take me down with you yeah?"       "Don't be such a prune. I'm sure you would end up enjoying this in the end! He's a knowledgeable man."        "You're sleeping in the living room tonight," the smaller male mumbled much to Junhyung's amusement. Just as the taller male was about to say something, the lights went off and the usual whirling sound of working lift gears came to a halt. The lift was stationary and it became chillingly silent.       "This had better be a joke," Junhyung muttered under his breath, furiously pressing on the lift buttons now to get it started. The smaller male, who wasn't in any bit unhinged, could hear the way the button pressing became more frantic and that Junhyung's breathing was strangely heavy, short and quick.        That was not usual.       "Love, you alright?" He asked gently as he reached for the taller male in the dark, holding on to an arm and noting with worry that it was trembling hard. "Help will come soon, okay?"        "No," Junhyung gasped, "No, I can't do this."       "Love, what's bothering you? You've got to tell me to help you." The smaller male had his arms wrapped around Junhyung, his large hands rubbing him comfortingly on his back.        "I can't do this. Confined, yes. Dark, yes. Confined and dark, I can't do this." The taller male was stuttering, tripping over his words and the smaller male knew that his lover wasn't joking as he felt the sweat trickling down Junhyung's temples. The sweat was evidently not due to the still air in the lift but nervousness.        Panic attack, damn.       Without any further thoughts, the smaller male pulled his hands away from Junhyung and began rummaging through his bag, cheering silently when he found a paper bag. Reaching around in the darkness, he placed the opening at Junhyung's mouth and instructed him composedly, "Take deep breaths, love. In, out, in, out. Yes, like that. You're doing great."       Suddenly, a distant clink was heard and the smaller male's hair stood, chills running through him. He moved away from Junhyung who held his hands desperately when he felt the distance growing. Cooing tenderly, the smaller male continued pu