After a quick shower, Kyle headed towards Xing Han and Sam's room.

When he went in, he saw that Xing Han was still in the bathroom, belting out a song.

Kyle frowned a bit at the words he was singing.

"Yes I've tried so hard not to remember

And people I've tried so hard to forget

I've tried so hard not to remember

And people I've tried so hard to forget"*

Kyle listened on, and noted that those chorus were the only ones he was singing. This meant, that that is what he was feeling the most.

Xing Han tended to sing his heart in the shower, and often excluded any parts of the lyrics that wasn't quite fitting.

"I need to talk to Xing Han for a while," Kyle said to Sam.

Sam nodded, closed his laptop and took it with him as he went to the living room.

✿ In the shower ✿

Xing Han sang out to his heart's content. His head was in a mess, truly, and felt only alive under the shower while shouting out those lyrics.

That's how he basically dealt with things. He normally didn't keep his thoughts or emotions down, for it just weighed him down. He had his moments of stress, anger, frustration, sadness and even did have some dark thoughts.

But, when he sang in the shower, it just melted away. Like he was washing away those feelings down the drain.

Somehow, though, it wasn't working so well this time and it made him frustrated.

Finally, after who-knows-how-long, Xing Han decided it would be best to just get out. His skin was puckering already. He sighed, his head hanging low as he stopped singing and let the water just hit him for a few more minutes.

He watched the water drain out, wishing his uneasiness would go away like that as well.

Getting out, he wiped himself dry first and wore the hotel bathrobe before heading out.

He stopped, seeing Kyle was on the bed, arms crossed across his chest as he had *that* look on his face.

Oh boy.

Xing Han gulped.

That was Kyle's 'you better talk' look.

Xing Han didn't move from the bathroom door, looking down and fidgeting like a kid that was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Kyle must have heard him singing, too, so he definitely knew something was up. Xing Han cursed himself. Why couldn't he have sung softer? If they had been at the dorms, he would have, to hide it from Kyle. Here, he was a bit too lax and didn't think much.

"Xing Han," Kyle's voice came, breaking him out of his thoughts.

Xing Han looked up, his lips down in a slight frown.

"Come here," Kyle said, patting the space beside him on the bed.

Xing Han trudged over, his face in a huge pout, while he gave this really sad, sad look.

"That puppy face won't work on me," Kyle said with a slight smile, "Come on. Spill it."

"It's embarrassing!" Xing Han wailed as he flopped on the bed, then he burrowed underneath the blanket. He brought it up all the way to his nose, and he peeked at Kyle who just waited patiently.

"It's obviously bothering you," Kyle said gently, "Just get it out and perhaps, you can deal with it better."

"I'm fine," Xing Han insisted.

"If you were fine, what's with the 'I've tried so hard not to remember' line you keep repeating?" Kyle pointed out.

Xing Han went underneath the blanket completely and mumbled, "It's nothing, but I'm never going to sleep in Nitocris's room ever again."

Kyle's eyes narrowed.

"What do you mean? Did something happen?"

Xing Han went into a fetal position, bringing up his knees up to his stomach as he held it, still under the blanket.

Kyle didn't think Big Bro Nic did anything. After all, other than a slightly red-faced Xing Han that morning, Xing Han didn't appear traumatised or upset about anything.

Just what exactly happened then?

"Did Big Bro Nic do something to you?" Kyle asked, even though he didn't think it was possible.

"No," Xing Han answered begrudgingly.

It wasn't Nitocris. It was him. Him! He was the one that did something to Nitocris.

"Did he say something that upset you?" Kyle continued asking, probing gently.

"No," Xing Han answered, softer this time.

No, he didn't say anything. He was just so patient. He wasn't being as annoying or snarky at all.

"Then? What happened?"

"I plasfhsdk hsd nisdff" Xing Han mumbled.

"What? You're mumbling, Xing Han," Kyle said exasperatingly.

"I played with his nipples!" Xing Han shouted.

"I mean, I didn't mean to. I wasn't playing, as in playing, you know? I was just smoothing his shirt and well, that thing was in the way. So I kept rubbing and pinching on it and all that. I ... I ... argh!"

Kyle's mind went blank for a second. Of all the things that flashed through his mind, that was the last thing that he would have thought.

Xing Han, now fully under the blanket, was waiting for some sort of reaction from Kyle after that big revelation. What would he say? What would he think?

However, as he lay there, Xing Han couldn't hear a thing. There was not a single sound coming from Kyle.

Slowly, while biting his lips, he brought the blanket down and was shocked to see the empty space on the bed.

Where was Kyle? When did he get off? Why didn't he feel him getting off?

His eyes darted to the other places in the room but saw nothing. Sitting up, he finally saw Kyle.

On the floor.

Rolling about.

Holding his stomach with tears streaming down his face.

Laughing hard.

Silently.

Xing Han saw red.

Here he was, pouring out his heart, and told him THE most embarrassing thing that had EVER happened to him and his BFF is laughing?!

How dare he!

With a roar, Xing Han pounced.