... The tall guy walked into the condo room with a languishing look. The areas under his eyes were slightly dark, indicating how little he had rested the past several days. Pierce stumbled upon after seeing an iPad laid untidily on the couch, just like a MacBook with the unfolded screen and there's a pile of books nearby. He dropped a light smile, knowing that this was an incurable habit of Typhoon. Pierce walked straight into the bedroom and bent down to press his lips on the soft cheeks of the one who's sleeping in bed. His long fingers rubbed the eyebrows of the person who's still sleeping, but slightly frowned. He gave a slight smile to the person lying in bed with his eyes closed. "Where have you gone?" The first greeting for this morning is not good morning. The irritated voice made Pierce laugh. He squeezed the nose of the person waiting to hear the answer without blinking. "I fell asleep at the studio" "Are you working too hard?" Pierce shook his head. It's not really that hard. But everything was in the hustle because of him. Pierce wanted to get things done quickly and efficiently. That was what he wants. At least this would be good for Mark, because he had a lot more work to do besides music. Sharp eyes glanced at the person who moved his head onto his hand. Pierce raised an eyebrow. "Today you have a morning class, don't you? Time to wake up." "Lazy, I don't want to get up" Typhoon stretched lazily before moving his head to lay in the lap of his boyfriend. Pierce looked at the lazy boy. His affectionate gaze erased all the resentment in the heart of Typhoon. Big hands rubbed the dark brown hair, then the one who put his head in his lap gave him a big smile, sweet eyes, the face that he missed or even pink lips, everything invited Pierce to bend his face down. Until the distance was only a few centimeters, until he could feel the breath of another person, their lips touched lightly, and suddenly Pierce realized that he shouldn't kiss Typhoon now. Because it wouldn't be only kissing. It might go too far and no one would be able to do the planned mission. Pierce hurriedly pulled his face up and sat up straight. Typhoon was stunned, he almost closed his eyes, waited for the kiss. His dark eyes looked at the big guy, with a face full of questions. "I came back to take a shower I have to go back to studio again." "Hah! Are you still going back? You had been there all night long." "I made an appointment with Mark. I want to finish the hook part." Typhoon got up, tilt his head slightly and asked the person in front of him. "You had been missing all night but haven't got the hook part yet?" "Yes, I've got it but still not satisfactory. Get up now, don't fuss." Typhoon cried out as Pierce pulled his arm from the bed. The person who's not yet awake moved like his legs were weak. Even though he didn't want to walk, he finally had to grab a towel and walked into the bathroom. Pierce looked at Typhoon's back, sighing lightly, realizing that lately he had no time for his boyfriend. Not eating or chatting like before. Just picking up the phone or answering chat was already difficult. The notifications from Typhoon and missed calls that Pierce saw this morning made him feel guilty. But he did not apologize. He thought that it's not a big deal because he already came back and Typhoon himself did not mention about it, too. However, Pierce hoped. He hoped that Typhoon would understand what he was doing. Everything he's doing was for 'us'.