Yixing allowed himself to be pulled from the suite by Kris. The older male didn’t waste time situating him outside of the suite door, rubbing his hands through his hair as if he was stressed with life. Kris stared at his environment, remembering the last time he found himself trying to have a civil conversation with someone outside of the suite…that experience didn’t turn out too well, but he hoped that this one would. Looking at Yixing, who had his head bowed and his arms crossed defensively, Kris thought of a way to start the conversation without insulting the other male.   Should he just come right out and ask? Or should he make small talk first?   “Yixing,” the younger male looked up, “I was wondering if you could answer some of my questions honestly.”   “Honestly?” Yixing tilted his head to the side, confused. “Would these questions make me think about lying?”   “I hope not,” Kris murmured. “Look, about your relationship with Nana…is that…platonic?”    Yixing wanted to stuff his ears at that question. He was hoping that he could forget Nana and any mentioning of her until tomorrow at least. His body tingled remembering certain events, touches, that traced his skin last night. Why would Kris want to know if he returned her feelings? Nothing was making sense to him, nothing. His emotions were torn up and all over the place at the moment and he would much rather drown himself in baking than stand up there and have that conversation with Kris.   “I don’t understand? You want to know what exactly?” Yixing questioned, stepping back.   “Do you have feelings for Nana? I need you to answer that question honestly Yixing. I have to know,” Kris spoke firmly.   Why did Kris have to know that? Yixing began to rack his brain, the way he felt that morning was…worried. He was worried because he had come to understand something so important about Nana that he had preferred to stay ignorant to. She made him feel like a man his age should…wanted. Not just for providing necessary household items, but for a sense of pleasure.   It felt good to be wanted so strongly that way.   He looked up to Kris wide eyed, gulping down his building nervousness, how should he answer?    “Kris, I,” he started only to freeze mid sentence.    “You’re confused, aren’t you?” Kris spoke in a dreary tone, rubbing his hands through his blonde strands again and sighing exasperatedly. “Did you sleep with her last night?”   “Yes but I, I didn’t want to. I mean, I did want it, but I, I mean, if I could have with someone else. No, that’s not it,” Yixing stumbled bawling his hands into frustrated fist.   “Look Yixing. You enjoyed it, I understand that, but did you enjoy it because it was her, or because you were just…deprived?”   He wanted to scream it was because he was deprived, but he knew that it was more than that. Her wrapping every limb she had around his frame and practically begging him to have her also made him enjoy it. She didn’t just demand for him to please her, she demanded him to want her, all of her and he did.   “I belong to my family Kris. It doesn’t matter what I enjoy, they need me.”   “Yixing, I understand this, but I have to know if you plan on returning Nana’s feelings anytime soon-,”   “Why? Why do you need to know that?” Yixing interrupted.   “I am sure you have noticed Jaejoong’s behavior around you,” Kris started not wasting a breath. “I am worried, ok? He really loves her and its painful to watch him suffer like that. I hate having to watch him holding back his emotions. The guy is wise and honestly he is the reason I have been brought back to my senses! I owe him a lot but I can’t keep watching him silently suffering because you are getting everything she so willingly used to give to him.”   Yixing didn’t know how to take that confession. It wasn’t his fault that Nana wanted him more than she wanted Jaejoong and besides, “You started this Kris.”   “Excuse me?”   “You heard me,” Yixing took a step forward. “Whatever little thing Nana and Jaejoong had was interrupted the day you thought sleeping with Nana would get you anywhere. You started this. You interrupted them first! I am doing nothing but my job! My family comes first you hear me!” Yixing slowly began to raise his voice into a full scream. “I will take care of them no matter what the cost! I don’t care about Jaejoong’s feelings, I don’t even care about my own feelings!”   This seemed to be turning back the way his first conversation in the hall went with Jongdae…sour.   “Calm down Yixing! I just need to know this for business. I don’t want all of these emotions and feelings getting in the way of my training and what this business has to do. I understand that you have to provide for your family and you should do that, but at what cost?”   “The cost is not my problem it's yours,” Yixing mumbled turning to walk back into the suite pass an eavesdropping Luhan.   “Oh man, Kris done did it again,” the copper haired male shouted.   Xiumin stared at his friend laughing to himself at the door. Luhan was and always will be special no matter how much he applied himself to bettering his attitude.   “Can you not be so obnoxious?” Xiumin asked as he slouched against the couch. Luhan had done a good job at cheering him up from his painful tears, but he was still depressed about the news he had received from the dean earlier that day.   “Don’t you think it's fun to look at other people’s problems rather than your own?” Luhan chuckled, plopping down onto the seat next to Xiumin.   “Is that what you have been