Waking up hours later, Jongin find himself changed into comfortable clothes instead of the ones he had worn that morning. His wounds had been treated too, and now he lay in the middle of the largest, most spacious bed he had ever seen. Sitting up, he took in his surroundings. His mind raced, trying to recall the events that led up to his passing out, and then the handsome face flashed through his mind. “You are in my room.” Pulling the sheets around his scantily clad body in an attempt to preserve his modesty, Jongin searched the room for the source of the voice. “I’m here.” The deep voice came along with the handsome face out of the shadows across the room. He too was now changed into comfortable attire. Jongin gulped, realizing how things looked. He panicked slightly, searching his fuzzy memory. "You had passed out at school, and since it was my fault, I brought you to my house." Sighing and clutching at his chest in relief, Jongin scrunched his brow in confusion, murmuring, “How did he do that? Knowing what I'm thinking before I voice it." Walking to the bed, he looked at Jongin with dark, calm eyes. "Your face said it all." He smells so heavenly, Jongin thought, that he wants to bury himself in him and draw his senses until his scent will forever linger on him. Sitting silently for a moment, they stared into each other's eyes. Jongin felt a wave of calmness wash over him, being held in the other's gaze, and then he felt a hand brushing his hair out of his eyes, an