I point at him and say. "P-put your clothes on!"   He looks down and then grins. "It was hot in here!"    "Put your clothes on!" I repeat and then cover my eyes. "My poor innocent eyes."    He chuckles and starts putting his trousers on. "You've seen all of me before... or have you forgotten?" Then his chuckle turns into an evil laugh. "Yeah, like you'd forget something that hot."    "Big headed ert." I uncover my eyes and stand. "I'm going to shower, go home and get ready for school."   He grabs my wrist and says. "We're not going today, my Omeoni is calling the school for us."   I shake my head. "No we have to go."    "Because of musical rehearsals? Then you'll walk home on your own and-"   I stop him holding his wrist that was holding mine. "Please don't talk about last night."    He sighs and nods.    "I'm still really scared but I can't let it run my life." I say letting him go and pulling away from him to walk out of the door.    "You're too strong for your own good." He says making me stop in the doorway. "Lean on me sometimes, even lean on Kris if you have too."    There it is again, the nice Yixing that sounds like he actually cares. "I've never needed to lean on someone."    "Then we'll practice today." He says and puts his hand on my shoulder pulling back to lean on his, still topless chest. "Lean on me." There's a comforting feeling being close to him. A feeling that was sickly, but good. Then he moves me away with his hands on my shoulders and pushes me forward and into the bathroom. "Don't take too long, I'll make you breakfast." He lets go and shuts the door behind him.    "Making me breakfast..." I sigh. "I suppose he's really not going to let me go to school today."                   I head downstairs with a set of comfortable clothes on and smell the most amazing smell. Bacon! "Are you making bacon?" I ask jumping into the kitchen, he's plating up a full English breakfast. "We don't even have bacon in the fridge?"   "Omeoni dropped over some ingredients." He said putting down the hot frying pan.    I take a seat at the table and he follows sitting across from me. "Wait, did you really cook this or did Mrs. Zhang do it and give you the credit?"    He laughs and takes a bite. "It's not as good as Omeoni's cooking."   I look down at the food. Then I start eating and- it's amazing... "If you really cooked this, I might have to marry you!" I say stuffing my face. He starts choking on his food and I realise what I just said. "I'm joking."   But he's now burst out laughing. "You're so easy to please!"    "Shut up." I pout at him poking my food with my fork. "You're making me lose my appetiet."   He taps my hand with his and says. "Just eat." I continue to eat and pout too. When we're finished he even washes up the dishes and places them to dry. I don't know what we're going to do all day, really it was a stupid thing staying off scghool. "Let's go to the beach!"   "What? How are we meant to get there, it's at least a two hour drive to any beach from here?" I say sitting on the sofa and sinking into it. "Plus, the weather isn't great today either."    He sighs and lays on the sofa with his head in my lap. "Well your mother won't be home until tomorrow..."   "How do you know t