No Strings Attached

Compulsive

A/N: So here's the continuation. I'm kind of sorry for forgetting about this. Haha. I'm a scattered brain and I forget things. So here's the long awaited comeback? We can call this a comeback right?

So. sit back and enjoy this update.

This is for all who requested for an update and the ones who reminded me that I have forgotten about this Bella8903 Ounooidewaal1 kpopgirrl MichelleChan793 Jeleeeeeee1 ReeneWong _pochie_
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As he opened his eyes, the sound of water hitting the shower filled the room. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, he realized it was already five in the morning. Attempting to sit up, he winced as his entire body throbbed and felt sore down below. He closed his eyes gently, shaking his head to clear the grogginess. Determined, he got out of bed and reached for a robe from his closet.

As he stepped out of his room, the familiar sound of his cell phone's alarm reached his ears. He exited the room and began searching for the device in the living room. His gaze fixated on the bag before swiftly turning towards it. He grabbed the phone and silenced the alarm.

He wrapped his arms around himself, feeling the tiny feathers on his arm stand up as if there were five air cones right in front of him. It was something he had grown accustomed to, but it seemed worse now. It felt as if he was sleeping in a refrigerator.

His eyes remained fixed on the phone. The screen stared back at him innocently, almost as if it was questioning what he wanted to do next.

He scolded himself, "Beam, you really need to stop doing this."

With a sigh, he opened his contact list and began searching for a specific name. Unfortunately, nobody picked up the call, but he wasn't surprised. It was still early, only 5:00, and he knew his mother wouldn't be awake until 8 a.m. His voice echoed through the voicemail box, leaving his heartfelt message behind.

"Hey, Mom." He attempted to steady his trembling voice. "I... I apologize for what happened last night. I was just exhausted and shouldn't have said those hurtful things. Can you please give me a call back? I'm truly sorry. Just... Call me back, please."

Hana was the next person he dialed. He left her the exact same message. She expressed her apologies and pleaded for them to return her call.

He placed the phone back in his bag and stood up on the couch. His legs felt weak and powerless. He glanced upwards and noticed Beam standing at the entrance of his room.

He despised how he couldn't decipher the depths of his dark eyes. He was aware that those eyes could perceive every single emotion etched on his face. The overwhelming pain that yearned to consume him, the anger he couldn't extinguish, the fear, the desperation-it was all laid bare on his face, within his eyes, and they could perceive every bit of it.

The man stood there, with no covering on his upper body, only a white towel draped over his lower half. His moist skin and well-defined muscles enticed him to press against him and surrender himself to his comforting strength.

"Hey, if you need a caffeine boost before you go, there's coffee in the kitchen," he offered.

He passed it and unmistakably went to the bathroom.

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Beam felt a sense of relief when Forth exited the room. He believed that having virgins around was a nightmare for any playboy. However, his relief quickly vanished when he discovered Forth in his kitchen, casually leaning against the granite counter and enjoying a cup of coffee. His adrenaline levels instantly dropped, but he tried his best to act nonchalant.