LOGINThe two spent the day together after sorting out their rift. None of them had classes for the week, so all through the day, Niam prepared several dishes for Finn. Finn had missed his meals so much, too. Time passed this way, and it was soon past 6 in the evening. A messy Finn stood up from the bed, holding his waist as he dragged his feet toward the bathroom. Niam stirred. He opened his eyes and turned to look at him. "Are you going out?" Finn nodded. "Yes. I promised Professor Ethan we would go shopping tonight." Niam was silent for a few seconds. Finn had told him about his deal with Professor Ethan earlier. He stood up; his eyes showed no sadness as he walked toward Finn and carried him in his arms. "Permit me to wash you then." He whispered into Finn's ears. Finn trembled. He knew this was wrong. He tried to escape, but his strength was nothing before Niam. They entered the bathroom, and with a loud slam, the door was tightly closed. Finn emerged from the bathroom around
Finn stopped in front of the door, unable to go in. After speaking to Lucian, he regained a bit of confidence, but seeing the closed door before him, his anxiousness returned. He had no idea what Niam was planning to say to him, but whatever it was, he wouldn't let Niam go. He would never leave Niam, and Niam wasn't permitted to leave him either. For some reason, some strange ideas popped up in Finn's head, from tying Niam up to locking him in a room and taking him away from this place. But these were thoughts Finn couldn't understand, and he wondered where they came from. It made him confused. Steadying his breathing, he unlocked the door and stepped in. Finn kept his phone in his pocket and held his shirt tightly, trying to wipe the sweat in his hands on it. He saw Niam sitting at the dining table, sipping something from a blue cup, but the moment he sensed Finn's presence, he dropped the cup and rushed forward. Before Finn could say anything, he wrapped his arms around Fi
Finn quickly answered the call and placed the phone to his ear. He was scared. His heart wouldn't stop racing, and his face was a little pale. "Niam," He called in a low voice. There was silence at the other end of the phone for a few minutes. Finn checked the phone, wondering if Niam had ended the call. "Finn, where are you?" Niam's deep voice came through. Finn looked around. He was so dazed that he lost his sense of reasoning. "I, I, I'm..." He looked at Ethan, and only then did he calm down a little. "I'm at Professor Ethan's house." Niam was quiet again. "When are you returning home?" "Are you home?" "Mm." Finn's eyes lit up. He held the phone tightly to his ear. "Wait for me. I'll come right away. I'll come back to you." His voice couldn't hide his excitement. The call ended. Finn lowered his eyes to look at Ethan, who was still sitting on the sofa and waiting for him. "Can we go shopping at night instead? Niam said he's back at home." He really couldn't wait. He wan
The next morning, Finn and Ethan sat at the table together, eating quietly. Finn had noticed Ethan's mannerisms whenever he was eating, and he felt like the man didn't like talking during mealtime. Finn, who had spent the night thinking of ways to flirt with Ethan, decided to start his plan right away. He picked some meat from his dish and placed it inside Ethan's plate. Finn remembered that Franklin had always done this. Lucian and Niam always did it, too, and he loved it a lot. He believed Ethan would also like it. Especially when he realized how much Ethan likes meat. Seeing that Ethan had only paused for a few seconds before continuing with his food, Finn felt emboldened. He picked more food that Ethan liked and dropped them in his bowl. Ethan finally stopped. He looked at the full bowl before him, and he suddenly lost his appetite. He wasn't the type to eat much to begin with, and meals had always been like a kind of work to him. If not for surviving, he would have prefe
Finn ate the fruit while watching the historical show on the TV. He felt bored. The drama wasn't exactly interesting. After a while, he turned to look at Ethan. "Do you want me to tell you stories?" He used to love it whenever Niam told him stories. Niam was really good at it, and that was one of the reasons he fell in love with him. Ethan looked at him, a slight surprise in his eyes. "You know how to tell stories?" Finn shook his head, and then he nodded. He didn't know any story aside from the ones Niam told him. But for some reason, he didn't want to tell Niam's story to someone else, even if that person was one of his lovers. Niam's stories belonged to him alone. But Finn also wanted to tell Ethan a story... "I can tell stories." He confirmed. It was more to himself than to Ethan, though. Ethan seemed really interested. He faced Finn and gestured with his chin for him to start. Seeing the anticipation in Ethan's eyes, the nervousness in Finn's heart disappeared, and he fe
Finn didn't seem to see anything wrong in what he said. He nodded. "Yes, you. You are among my lovers." He had already told Ethan the truth about everything, so he didn't see it as anything if he told him more. But Ethan's expression became richer as he looked at Finn's delicate face. "I'm one of your eight lovers?" He seemed to be confirming something. Finn continued nodding. "You're my fourth lover." "So, is that the reason you're staying around me?" "Yes. I need to win your affection." Ethan paused. He stopped walking and looked at Finn instead. "My affection?" He didn't seem to understand. "Your heart. I need to make you love me." Ethan's eyes remained calm. "So, do you like me then?" Finn's smiled softly. "Yes. I like you very much." Ethan's lips slowly curled. "Why?" He seemed to have expected what answer Finn would give.Over the years, he had met many admirers, and many had even asked him out. Especially in his first year as a university student, he was even almost r
Niam's eyes widened. He stared at Finn as if he couldn't hear what Finn was saying to him. But Finn didn't care. This was a good opportunity to raise the favorability of the first target, and he wouldn't waste that. The parents wouldn't be around, and his mother would be busy doing everything e
Niam swallowed and stood up. "I should check on the cook. She's probably done cooking." He said, rubbing his hands on his trousers awkwardly. Finn nodded, still waiting for the system to heal his bruises. At the same time, he realized he was a little hungry. He watched Niam leave the room, and a
Finn cried and fell asleep under the tree. His fragile body trembled slightly from the breeze, but it didn't wake him up. His breath was a little shaky. He felt a presence around him, but he felt too sleepy to care. He was in school anyway, and no one could hurt him here. He also didn't want t
Finn watched as the target, Niam, approached with a cold expression. Finn felt a little scared in his heart, but he found himself unable to hide. He had to win the target's heart, so he had to make the target happy. Hiding from the target would only make the target unhappy. Finn didn't want to







