BANG! BANG! BANG!

Timmy jerked off his bed due to the thunderous disturbing sound coming from the door. He had just gotten to sleep after a torturous fight over unsleepiness, yet now, he had to wake up again.

Timmy was a kind and simple young man. You could ask him to do everything without complaining as long as it wasn't against his morals. But there's one thing he hated the most— he didn't want his sleep to be interrupted.

He has an insomnia problem after all. So sleep was precious for him. What's more, he was exhausted from his part-time work and study, so he was trying to catch some rest before dawn.

Scratching his head in frustration, Timmy shouted from inside. "Who is there? It's already too late, don't you know how to let others sleep?"

"Let me in!" A cold yet sexy voice answered. "Hurry up!"

Though Timmy didn't see him, he could sense the impatience of the other person from his tone.

Timmy frowned as he walked unhurriedly towards the door. "You're disturbing people in the middle of the night, yet, you're rude."

The other person didn't speak again and just battered the door even louder.

"Alright, alright, wait! I'm coming!" Timmy sighed resignedly. He sprinted towards the door and immediately pulled it open. He didn't even bother putting some clothes on his bare upper body.

He almost fell backward when the moment the door opened, a tall and robust silhouette toppled over him.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Timmy barely maintained his footing. His hands were gripping tightly at the person's shoulders. He didn't know why, but he felt that the mysterious person's breathing was getting heavier. "What's wrong?"

Timmy held him away from his body and eyed him. He was about to say something when he saw his weird red face when the person suddenly spoke, "Close the door and treat me."

"Are you injured?" Timmy asked innocently and quickly examined him without letting go of his shoulders. His sixth sense was telling him that if he let go, the person would fall again. Strangely, he found nothing. "You seem fine. I guess you're just drunk."

"I told you to close the door!" The mysterious man suddenly clutched Timmy's neck which scared the latter. He was choked forcefully and he felt his lungs were about to explode due to lack of oxygen.

"Let go of me! You crazy ungrateful jerk!" Timmy's face flushed, as if all his blood ran to his head. He was even more terrified as he noticed the strong murderous intent from the man's sharp gaze.

He realised he shouldn't provoke this person. He should just resign to his fate and obey his orders without questions. Otherwise, he might be the one who couldn't see the sun tomorrow.

He wasn't afraid of death. He just could not at the moment. He has still one biggest debt he needs to pay.

Timmy tried to pull his hands off as he spoke weakly, "Brother, how can I help you if you're like this? You're killing me."

The man retracted his hand and looked back abruptly. He was somewhat cautious and without waiting for Timmy to do so, he swiftly closed the door and double locked the knob.

Before Timmy could process what happened, he already heard a pleasant click sound at the doorknob twice.

"Now, treat me." The man spoke in a hoarse voice. He looked at him with some burning passion in his eyes, but Timmy didn't pay any heed to it. He was more occupied with some other thought as he discovered that the man in front of him was somewhat familiar— very familiar.

"Do I know you? You look familiar to me." Timmy said honestly but he didn't get a response.

He frowned and stepped back as he observed the madman in front of him. The house was just small, there's no second floor. Only two small bedrooms, one bathroom which was next to the kitchen, and a cramped living room which they were currently standing at.

There's no light in the living room. The room was just brightened dimly from the light coming from his own room which was across the living room.

Timmy's butt bumped to the sofa. His legs were starting to shake again as the stranger man who wore an expressionless face started approaching him. "What's wrong with this man? Is he going to kill me without reason? Did I just let a gangster in?"

Timmy cursed himself due to his carelessness.

The man's steps became faster and just after several steps, he stood in front of him.

The two met each other's eyes. No one talked. As if they were only communicating with each other through their souls.

For some unknown reason, Timmy's heart pounded. Not because of pain. But due to pleasant nervousness.

"What's happening?" Timmy clutched his chest and gulped without unlocking their gaze. He suddenly forgot that this person was venomous and was in his home for an unkind motive. "Bro–brother, calm down. We can— "

The man abruptly wrapped his waist with one hand and covered his mouth with the other hand. Their pose was rather ambiguous.

Timmy was shocked. His eyes were almost popping from his sockets. He glanced at the man who owned a breathtaking look in disbelief.

How could such a handsome man be so rude and vulgar?

He just pressed each other's body without care if their position was awkward enough for two grown men.

Timmy struggled to break free.

"Psssh," The man looked down on him and smirked when he saw his blushing face. He slowly leaned down and whispered seductively in his ear. "Don't be impatient. Don't talk."

Timmy brows knitted together. He was overwhelmed with the odd sensation he wasn't familiar with running down his spine but he was confused about what the man was trying to say.

He felt humiliated. So he raised his hands to push him, but before he could do that, another series of knocks were heard on the door.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Anyone here?" A rough male voice sounded from outside. "Open the door!"

The person outside hammered the door again.

"Brother Jack, I don't think he's here. There seems to be no one here." Someone spoke among them.

"Fuck him!" The one called Jack kicked the door in anger. "He actually escaped! Hurry and chase him. Or else we're dead!"

The two men inside the room stared at the door, holding their breaths. Timmy only relaxed when he heard a couple of footsteps running further away.

He finally understood. So this man hugging him was in trouble and he was here to hide.

Who were those people looking for him? Were they a member of some powerful gang?

Timmy was worried about getting implicated, so he hurriedly pushed the man away to chase him out of the house since those who were chasing him were already gone. But who would have thought after pushing him, the man didn't budge even an inch.

Timmy felt he was trying to push a stone mountain.

Timmy shook his head and the man did uncover his mouth.

"They were gone. Now let go of me and leave." Timmy said softly.

The man's left brow raised arrogantly as he looked at Timmy meaningfully. Then he chuckled, "Leave? Who told you I'm leaving?"

Timmy gritted his teeth. He no longer hid his annoyance. He was just a normal man. His patience was also limited. "This is my house! You have to leave if I told you to leave!"

"Pretty man, did you forget what I told you earlier?" The man's voice was full of warning.

"Which one?"

"Are you sure you want me to remind you?"

Timmy's face flushed. He frowned, displeased. "I saw you uninjured. What treatment do you want me to do?"

"This!" The man suddenly pressed him even closer to his own body, leaving no gap in between them. As if he was planning to push Timmy inside his own body and become one with him.

Only by then Timmy understood the treatment he mentioned, especially as he felt a hard thing bulging and poking right on his navel.