Hyesung woken up by the suspiciously noisy sounds from the kitchen. He stayed still in lying position on his large and comfy bed for a few seconds tried to better hear the sounds, while stretched an arm to the bedside table, reaching for his cellphone to check the time. It was about six in the morning still. And the sounds continued, slammed open and shut drawers, harshly rustled kitchen utensils, and thumping impatient footsteps. Who's that?

Hyesung slided his feet off the bed, down onto the rugged floor and started slowly tiptoeing his way to the kitchen. He stopped by the doorway and took a golf stick out of it's bag stood by the wall, to use as a weapon. The slender singer moved the stick a little bit to weighed it with both hands, and decided to change it with another one. It was dark in his bedroom so he couldn't tell for sure which stick he picked up. When he finally got his titanium wood in hand he commenced the step. But only for a few more steps before he got cold feeted, turnaround and rushed in jittery back into the bedroom, grabbed his cellphone, and dialed for help. He knew he could always count on the help anytime. And surely he could, the call got answered rightaway on the first ring by the familiar gentle voice,

"Hello? Hyesungie?"  the voice automatically setted Hyesung's mood in the more relaxed and confident stance, he even sighed in relieve. But within a second jumped in a startled shock by a hand tapped his shoulder, he turned around and swung the golfstick aimlessly with one hand, but his opponent easily snatched it away and within few moves got the shocked singer's trembling body trapped in a tight hold from the back, then whispered in his ear,   "You were calling me?".

Hyesung slowly turned his head aside toward the handsome face beside his own,    "You.. Aren't you supposed to be in a...bussines meeting? In Japan? With Minwoo?"  He widened his eyes tried to see better in the dark bedroom, and only then started recognising the stubbled finely shaped jawline,

"We finished early. The heavy things were already settled before we came, so...."  the handsome man softly bit Hyesung's left shoulder, made the blonde singer hissed a little, but he went on speaking with his dreamylike deep voice, 

"..Minwoo will be.. mmh.. taking the ten o'clock flight home today... mmh..But i couldn't... uhmm ...wait that long so..." his way of speaking sounded more like grumbling, since most of the time he was brushing his lips against Hyesung's skin while speaking, 

"..i was thinking of making a cup... of coffee... to warm up... mmh... but couldn't find.. the paper filter anywhere...aaaahhh.." he stopped to deeply inhaled, and pressed his nose at the skin on the back of Hyesung's neck, spreaded shivers all along Hyesung's spine, made the singer whimpered,

"You thought i was a burglar?"

Hyesung nodded weakly, a set of trailing kisses along the side of his neck forced him to bend it over, holding down the urge to moan,

"So you called me...uhmm.. because you were scared?"

Hyesung nodded again, while biting his lips and shutted his eyes enjoying the slowly creeping hot sensation caused by the soft