Tutor can see exactly how uncomfortable Yim is to be alone in the bedroom with him.
They were still all sitting together by the pool, sipping a farewell cocktail.
And Yim drank so incredibly slowly.
Zee and NuNew were the first couple to say goodbye.
NuNew still seemed pretty quiet throughout the evening. He's usually the quiet type, but now he was still surrounded by a veil of distance.
As if he was floating in another world inside.
As if he didn't want to be in this place prescribed for them.
And Zee didn't handle it well.
He seemed restless and was constantly trying to engage NuNew in conversation.
Max and Nat sat next to each other for once.
And Max's eyes were always on his talking and scurrying Nat.
Nat was in a very good mood and tried to make everyone laugh.
The fact that his friend NuNew was visibly groggy didn't seem to escape him.
And so he compensated for his helplessness by striving for general amusement.
After all, those cameras everywhere hardly allowed him to have a private conversation.
Otherwise, he would have taken a walk with NuNew.
But as it was, he had no choice but to try to cheer up his friend.
And while Tutor was deliciously entertained by Nat, Yim seemed more and more thoughtful.
He'd never been alone in a bedroom with Tutor before.
A night together.
And as he unpacked one thing earlier, he felt a wild tingle in his stomach.
The romantic atmosphere did not escape him.
And that big four-poster bed made his mind go on a merry-go-round.
They will sleep next to each other.
He'll be in the same bed with Tutor.
And while Yim merely sipped his cocktail, he wished he could stop time.
Then, when Max and Nat also decided to go to sleep, Yim felt pure excitement rising in his body.
He watched as the two obvious lovers strolled into the mansion hand in hand and wondered how he could possibly remain inconspicuous.
Tutor looked at his empty glass and then at Yim's still three-quarters full one.
"Shall we go in too?" he asked cautiously, not daring to look at Yim's tense face.
"You can go ahead, I'm still finishing my drink!" replied Yim, as if from a pistol.
"But that could take quite a while at your drinking speed. I don't want to leave you sitting here alone in the middle of the night!", Tutor explained gently.
And Yim couldn't suppress his smile.
How thoughtful.
"You can take your cocktail with you," Tutor suggested.
And Yim cringed as he felt caught by Tutor's cat eyes.
He's just so good-looking.
And just a moment ago, he wasn't looking in his direction at all.
Tutor saw Yim blush and smirked.
Yim's cheeks are calling again.
His fingers want what they want.
But he holds back and intensifies his gaze.
And Yim can't take that deep look.
His heart won't go along with it.
He stands up abruptly and walks past the pool through the large, open front door.
And the fans get to enjoy Tutor standing up and presenting himself like a winner.
His wild heroic gestures make the world laugh.
Yes, Tutor, you are a hero.
You've made it.
He's coming with you to the bedroom.
And then?
Yes, and then Tutor should quickly think about what that actually means.
What do I want?
What am I allowed to do?
And now Tutor was also torn by the bite of voluptuous excitement.
And now in the bedroom, seeing Yim's uncomfortable expression already worried him a lot.
He doesn't want his partner to feel uncomfortable.
A deep shame rises in Tutor, because he now realizes that he had allowed quite debauched head movies.
That he could imagine crossing new boundaries.
Their single movie kiss let overcome a hurdle that let him see completely new colors of life.
And he had managed so far to let these magnificent colors only shimmer.
But when he sees Yim now in front of this big white bed.
When the white veils around him bring out his flushed skin even more.
That skin.
That face.
Those lips.
"Okay, I should probably sleep on the couch. You seem a little glum, too. It's no problem, you can have the bed to yourself!" it suddenly gushes out of Tutor.
And Yim gets to watch with astonished eyes as Tutor frantically searches around.
"What are you looking for?", Tutor can hear Yim ask.
If only he knew.
What is he looking for?
How embarrassing is that?
"Tutor!", Yim tries to reassure him, "Tutor!", he doesn't just call him, but grabs his hand, "You stay here! We'll both sleep here. Is that okay for you?", he looks him in the eyes.
Those calm eyes.
Tutor is immediately taken and lulled into safety.
And Yim is apparently still waiting for an answer.
Tutor nods.
Yim suddenly has to grin.
He hadn't realized how sweet Tutor could be.
After all, this wild-looking man can be quite intimidating.
I wonder why.
And Tutor can hardly stand that grin.
Yim looks too adorable and he should make a quick getaway now.
And Yim stays behind with his wide grin and the cocktail.
And he slurps it down with full abandon.
Yummy.
So delicious.
Tutor's cocktail tastes so good to him.
And the fans see Yim sitting on the bed.
His cheeks are clearly red from the excitement and the alcohol.
He grins.
And nibbles on his straw.
His gaze is fixed and twinkling on the floor.
It's a pity that thoughts can't be filmed as well.
The word delicious would otherwise echo around this large, dreamlike bedroom.
Until Tutor steps out of the bathroom with only a towel around his hips.
Yim's look.
Yummy.
After a little too long surveying his partner's delicious, still-wet torso, he gets very warm.
It's so warm in here.
Phew.
Very warm.
"You okay?" asks Tutor as the wet torso approaches Yim.
Closer.
Closer still.
So close that Yim can watch the drop of Tutor's hair as it travels over his shoulder, down his collarbone, over the firm curve of his chest, to the firm ridges of his abs.
"Yim?" murmurs Tutor standing directly in front of him.
He can't believe the way Yim's eyes wander his body.
He shakes his head delicately and grins.
"Yim?" he clears his throat, startled to see the veil in Yim's eyes.
A veil that supports Tutor in lurid tides.
An attraction he has never felt so intensely in his life.
"Then I'm going to take a shower!" whispers Yim, forcing his body out of sensory rigidity.
And Tutor can't breathe again until he hears the bathrooms close.
What was that?
Tutor's face is in astonishment.
He shakes his head.
And the fans can hardly contain themselves as they now see Tutor sitting in the same spot as Yim was just a moment ago.
He sits completely engrossed in thought, rubbing his face over and over.
What was that just now?
Tutor's body is playing tricks on him.
This can't be happening.
Yes, he's already caught himself having a little crush on Yim.
That's part of being shipped, isn't it?
He's beautiful, cute, and a real challenge.
Quite Tutor's prey pattern.
But the feeling just now was from deeper levels.
This attraction clearly went beyond a crush.
And again, Tutor rubs his face.
And when Yim steps into the room with only a towel around his hips, Tutor realizes a few things.
That radiantly fair skin.
That muscular yet tender bulge.
The rising arousal displaces Tutor.
His hair is still wet enough to rain itself out on him.
And Tutor follows his impulse and walks toward Yim.
"You still have to rub your hair dry!" he says, reaching for the towel in Yim's hand.
And he unabashedly begins to dry Yim's hair.
Yim's shoulder is all wet, too.
And his chest.
And his belly.
And he puts the towel around his shoulders and starts rubbing the towel dry his back with both hands.
Yim smirks sheepishly as he lets Tutor dry him off like a child.
"That's better!" smiles Tutor proudly, only now noticing the precarious position they are in.
He has virtually captured him with the towel.
They face each other freshly showered and bare-chested.
And a quick glance into Yim's eyes makes Tutor's heart beat faster.
Don't let on anything.
Slowly, he releases Yim from his captivity.
But even if his arms now no longer embrace him.
When they hang silently and silently down his body.
The closeness of their bodies makes them perceive each other with all their senses.
The sweet scent of attraction floats between their warm bodies.
And their eyes search each other.
Deeply.
And when Yim suddenly raises his hand and presses it against his chest, the fans hold their breath.
His heart races and he tries to calm it with his hand.
Tutor is attracted by Yim's hand.
And so he puts his hand over Yim's and releases it from his raging chest.
Only to press it against his own.
Silent and mute, their mutual attraction resounds in the large bedroom in the white mansion.
To the loud tremors of all the fans in the world.
And even though Yim and Tutor had never been this close before, this moment changes everything.
Is the beginning of a ravishing attraction.
An attraction that moves to withdraw first.
The backs turned to each other in bed can not close an eye.
For hours.
They don't move a bit.
Back to back.
Connected to each other.
Tutor and Yim spend their first night.