WMMAP - [S1] Shelter You - (愛)してる

[NSFW] Special Teaser to SY S2

Birds sang, and sunlight touched the surface of the mattress, crawling up slowly onto the face of a sleeping man on the bed. His brows knitted together, though his eyes remained shut, slightly irritated not by the warmth but the ringtone. It kept ringing twice too many times that he thought he had the urge to crush it with his bare hand.

He would if he could, but half of his body, his arm felt numb, as if someone was sleeping on it-

Everything seemed to become silently still, even the phone stopped disturbing him.

His eyes shot open, and a golden mane covered his sight, tickling his neck. Not once had he moved as he held his breath, listening closely to the warm air that caressed his bare chest. He could feel the slight movement of another individual, stirring slightly. Skin-to-skin contact. Her arm still held onto his waist feathery and legs entangled with his, far from innocent.

He blinked, eyes adjusted, headache occurred. He wanted to take the arm that cuddled up the petty body to his forehead, hoping to ease the pain caused by the hangover. Instead of tending to his own pain, he peeled off the blanket that hid the person who caused the numbness of his arm, yet it was worth every second. He brushed the strain of golden hair that hid her perfect face and she stirred again, free of pain from yesterday.

"I AM SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SEEN AS YOUR GODDAMN DRIVER AND A BODYGUARD! IT HAS BEEN YEARS SINCE WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER YET IS THAT ALL I AM?!"

"Stop it! Don't make a scene here! People will hear you!"

"ARE YOU ASHAMED TO ADMIT TO THE WORLD THAT I AM YOUR BOYFRIEND?!"

"You are being so immature right now! We talked about this!"

"THEN TELL ME HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SEE YOU WITH EVERY NEW GUY IN EVERY GODDAMN PARTY, ALL LOVEY-DOVEY WHILE I HAVE TO SHACKLE TO THE SIDE LIKE A DOG ON A CHAIN!?"

"It's just a basic courtesy!"

"YOU CALLED A KISS 'BASIC?'"

"Look... It's not what it looked like. He-"

"WOULD YOU CALL IT BASIC TOO IF I SLEEP WITH ANOTHER WOMA-"

His head swayed to the side, and his raven-color hair covered his face, by the strength beneath her palm.

"All those men who worship you like a goddess you are... You let them touch your body while you dance, kiss your hand, your cheek however they like. And here I am... sprouting something that I will never do, yet you slapped me across the face without having to think twice." He said, chuckling, loving the aftertaste of the iron in his mouth. "This is so like you."

"You are going way too far now. How dare you..." Her hand stung from the damage, but her heart absorbed most of the pain.

"What are you going to do about it?" He smirked, challenging her even more.

"Don't you EVER let me see your face again... Now get the hell out..." Her voice was far from kind, only swelled with rage.

In amidst of pain, anger infested him. He took off his tie, the very one she always put on every time they left for meetings, discarding his formal wear to the ground.

'We are done.' was the message from both sides as they both turned in a different direction.

The boy who wanders, lived up to his name, though in a state of alcohol intoxication. His feet wavered, body staggered, trying to find balance, trying to find his place where he belonged.

In the end, he found Her house which was what he could call Home. A vacation house was built especially for her in case of business trips as such on a large scale yet seemed ever so lonely for once.