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THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW:

After doing 'it' for a few rounds, Justin felt really tired so he's currently sleeping peacefully next to Tristan right now.

Tristan kept staring at his beautiful face as he slept.

"Is it okay for me to be this selfish?" Tristan muttered to himself as he tucked Justin's hair that has grown longer behind his ear. "Am I allowed to feel this happy?" He asked himself as he looked at his boyfriend with a sad look in his eyes.

Fully knowing the consequences of his decision to date Justin seriously, he still didn't want the two of them to part. It was the first time he has ever felt that kind of connection with someone. Justin was the first ever person who made him realize what love was.

Tristan was always confused what the meaning if the word 'love' was. He just thought that love was purely feeling attraction or lust toward someone. He never knew the meaning of love until he met Justin.

"I love you so much, I'd give everything up for you..." He whispered and placed a soft kiss on Justin's forehead.

Love...

To him, the very definition of love is Justin.

He positioned himself properly on the bed and moved closer to Justin to cuddle with him. He placed his arm over his body, hugging him tight until he fell asleep.

The two of them slept peacefully. Meanwhile, Daryl finally arrived at his parents' house. He barged into his father's office without giving him a notice beforehand and because he came unannounced, his father's face crumpled when he saw Daryl.

"What brings you here?" His father said as he put his pen down. Even at this time at night, he was still working but Daryl didn't even bother to care about that. He didn't care whether his father took breaks or was overworking himself just like how his father doesn't care about him even a bit.

Daryl didn't hesitate to get straight to the point. He wanted to know whether his suspicions were right or wrong.

"Did you know?" He said as he clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. He felt like if he spoke after that, he would suddenly burst into tears. "Did you know that Andre was cheating on me?" He continued. As if his tears had their own minds, they fell from his eyes one by one. He couldn't stop himself from crying anymore.

"Daryl..." His father stood up. His usual stone-cold face was replaced with a face filled with worry. He couldn't remember when he last saw his son cry in front of him like that. Seeing how he looked so miserable somehow made him feel something he hasn't felt in so long.

He felt hurt.

He felt hurt seeing his son cry like that. Sadness came and was outweighed by his anger toward his son's past lover.

'That bastard! I will not turn a blind eye to this. He was cheating on my son?!' His father thought as he clenched his jaw.

Even though Daryl thought that his father knew about his ex boyfriend's affair with someone, his father didn't really know about it. It was true that his father sometimes hired people to investigate the people around his children, but he stopped doing that to Daryl years ago. Four years ago, he stopped investigating and hiring people to follow Andre around because he knew Daryl would hate it. In fact, he really did. Before his father stopped, he got into a huge fight with him where they almost cut ties with each other for eternity. Fortunately, Daryl thought things out first. He decided to be the bigger person and forgave his father for doing things like that, not knowing that his father would actually stop.

He walked towards Daryl and gave him a warm hug to console him. He didn't know what to do and say at that moment. All he could think about was to hug him. He knew that Daryl would prefer that than him getting mad.

"I'm sorry Daddy couldn't protect you..." He whispered as he ran his fingers through his hair. Daryl's tears that were already falling from his eyes poured out even more. The way his father's warmth felt made him sob in his arms. He felt like he was loved.

Daryl didn't push his father away and kept crying until he had no tears left to cry.

"You should sleep here tonight. Go to your room and rest there for now. I'll ask a maid to prepare tea for you to help you calm down," his father said after he had finally calmed down.

"N-No... I'll be going home tonight," Daryl said as he wiped his tears with the handkerchief his father gave him earlier.

'Justin is probably home already. I'll explain things to him and tell him what happened earlier. I'll say sorry for yelling, too,' he thought to himself as he sniffled.

His father saw how determined his son looked. He thought that Daryl must really want to go home. Plus, he knew that he would never want to stay in his house longer. Daryl only had very few good memories in his father's house. He thought that was the reason why Daryl declined, but that wasn't the reason why he wanted to go home. He wanted to go back home because of Justin.

"Okay," his father said and turned his back on him. Daryl didn't expect anything more from his father. No 'goodbye', no 'take care'... Nothing.

He left the office and as soon as he shut the door, his father looked at the spot where he was standing at earlier.

"Drive home safely, son," he muttered to himself and sighed. He then sat on his swivel chair and went back to work.

Meanwhile, Daryl had already went inside his car and drove back home. He wanted to arrive as soon as possible so he didn't take any detours, but when he got home, no one was there. There was no sign of Justin in the condo.

'Is he mad at me?' Daryl thought to himself and felt even sadder with the thought of Justin getting mad at him.

The truth was... Justin was indeed mad but he wasn't mad at Daryl. He was angered by the fact that Andre wanted to manipulate Daryl into taking him back again.

Daryl went to the bathroom and took a bath. After being touched like that, he felt dirty. He could still feel the warmth of Andre's hand from earlier as if he just touched him a few moments ago.

All the tension he felt from the events earlier made his legs feel weak. His knees wobbled and he slumped on the floor while staring blankly at the wall. The way Andre treated him earlier made him tremble from fear and he started crying afterward. He thought he has no tears left since he cried a lot earlier, but he was wrong.

The water from the shower was mixing with his tears. After acting all brave and tough earlier, the feeling that he should have felt hours ago came rushing into him.

It was a trauma that he could never forget. That was the first time someone has ever done something as awful as that to him. Coming from a powerful and wealthy family, he was always treated with care by the people around him and even though he had the power to put his ex boyfriend behind the bars, he couldn't bring himself to do it because he knew he'd feel bad if he did.

After he finished showering, he put his bathrobe on and went out. He headed to his room and slumped on his bed. He didn't even bother drying his hair properly.

Tears kept rolling down his cheeks nonstop. He felt awful. He felt so alone because nobody was there to console him.

He cried himself to sleep that night.

Morning came and the couple who were cuddling with each other were still fast asleep. There was no sunlight coming from Tristan's window because the curtains were still closed.

Justin woke up first. He opened his eyes slowly and as soon as they opened, he smiled unknowingly because of the sight that welcomed him.

Tristan's face was buried on his chest and he was still sleeping peacefully. He wanted to take a picture so bad but he couldn't. He thought that if he moved, he might wake him up.

He just stayed still for a few more minutes and was convinced that Tristan wouldn't wake up anytime soon. He slowly removed Tristan's arms that are wrapped around his body and got up. He felt all sorts of pain in his body as he stood up. His hole felt a bit painful and his back felt like it was broken into half.

When he saw how Tristan wasn't bothered by it even a bit, he ignored the pain he felt and was amused by the sight. He took his phone and turned the flash off so he wouldn't wake him up. He turned on the lamp that was next to the bed and it was enough to see Tristan's face clearly through the camera.

He took multiple pictures of his boyfriend's sleeping face and kept smiling as he took them.

Suddenly, he felt something warm on his wrist.

"Huh?"