*Chapter 5*

"Yes, right there!" His hand tightened around my wrist and dragged me to that store.

Right then, when I thought he reached his limit of weirdness, we went inside the Victoria's Secret store. Does he not have no shame. Jesus, how the hell am I going to get rid of him? I closed my eyes and silently groaned. And the action he caused when we went in, drew all the attention on us. Dear Godfather, please help me!

Everything was full of pink stuff and not only that, I'm not even lying when I say that there was no single masculine human being in here. "What do you even want here?" I questioned and looked around. They clearly don't offer anything for guys.

"You'll see," was the only thing he said when he mentioned for me to go and wait at the changing rooms. It took a while until he returned with a pile of clothes which I couldn't identify just by looking at it, so he went to try them on.

I looked at the time. We had just reached passed six and I'm really wondering where this day was leading to. Anyway, I had no time to care about that when the curtain was suddenly pushed open as my jar dropped.

He had his hand apart in a presenting motion and a wide grin on his face. "And? How do I look?" He wanted to know while I was still perplexed at his hot pink and black striped shorts. I couldn't help but to look away at the sight of him. "Hey where are you looking? I'm right here!" He was about to come out of the cabin when I rushed over to him and gripped his shoulders to stop him.

"You idiot what if someone sees you?" I barked. He pursed his lips and sulked.

"Yeah, s'cause I wanted you to look at me," he crossed his arms when I automatically glanced down on him. I licked my lips at the sight. He looked really lascivious, I couldn't help it, I'm just a normal guy myself. "My brothers always complain about me wearing tight briefs, so I wanted to get some normal shorts," he explained.

I cocked my eyebrow at him. And that is what he called normal? Jesus, what the hell is he wearing otherwise? I slowly let my arms down and pressed my lips to a thin line.

"So?" He quickly closed the curtain and grabbed my hands which he guided and placed on either side of his hips before wrapping his arm around my neck. "Does it suit me or not?" I gulped and was too bound by his eyes that I couldn't look away. He grinned and bit his lip.

I knew that he was playing with me. And even though I knew he was, there was absolutely nothing I could do against it. I noticed how the distance between us had narrowed when I felt his breath and his lips nearly touching mine. Just a little bit longer and I would have given in but he instantly backed away and turned around, observing himself from the reflection of the mirror.

He was damn attractive if you actually payed attention to it. Not only that, he also had something in his eyes, something intimidating and mysterious which I just couldn't resist. I wanted to get more of it, but wasn't that the opposite of what I intended to earlier? This guy was turning my head into a mess.

"I think I'm going to keep it," he considered. I sighed, I really doubt there was a way to get rid of him. He just did everything as he pleased anyway.

"Hey," I furrowed my brows. "What is this?" My hand slowly touched his neck when I noticed the sign graved into his skin. It was a number. The number six.

He turned around and gently pushed my hand down. "It's a tattoo." How come I hadn't noticed it? "A tattoo that has been there for the past four years." Four years? That means he must have been fourteen when he got it. "It is just a sign that marks a-," he didn't finished his sentence. "I'm just the sixth son, that's everything about it."

I didn't say anything about it. I mean, it was obvious that he was keeping something from me, so I couldn't do nothing. Yet, it was quite surprising.

Anyway and at the end of the day, he dragged me to every kind of weird store that existed until his hands were full of bags. "So where are we going next?" I wanted to know. It was almost nine PM and it still seemed like he didn't have enough.

"Next we're going to get something to eat, cause I'm hungry and my hands are too full to carry anything more," he looked at them and nibbled on his lips.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Should I help you with it?" Though he refused my offer and went on. "Then let's just stop at Subway," I suggested. So after we both got ourselves something to eat, we looked for a place to seat before we started eating.

"See the day wasn't so bad, or was it?" He smirked. "I'll be spending the night at yours, 'kay?" Oh please no. He's definitely going to do something stupid. Nonetheless, I didn't refuse. It's not like he would listen to me if I did anyway. So there was no point in trying.

"Won't your brothers worry about you, if you just stay the night without telling?" I cunningly tried to find a way to convince him not to stay at my place.

"Huh?" He frowned. "Why am I suppose to tell them? As long as I don't break anything, there is no reason for them to worry." I sighed. Why am I still questioning. It's no wonder, with that strange family of his.

"So you're more of the clumsy kind of guy," I kept the conversation going.

He chuckled and shook his head. "What are you saying? I'm not clumsy. If I break something, then it's certainly on purpose. Though the last time it nearly cost me five thousand, so I should stop doing that," he muttered.

"Five thousand?! What the hell did you destroy?" I widened my eyes at his careless way of speaking.

"Some ugly car," he shrugged.

"Why would you do that?" I furrowed my brows and huffed.

"Because I got mad. There was that guy. He offended my car and called it hideous. So I then said that someone who didn't see the real beauty of my car, didn't deserve one. And then I threw stones at his car," he sighed. "It's sad, the guy was really hot, but more of an idiot!"

"You're seriously crazy," I chuckled. Somehow I could perfectly imagine him doing it. "Though I like your car, so don't worry about me. I think it suits you."

He grinned and giggled. "You better not be lying," he warned. "Now that we are at it, I still haven't seen yours," he pointed out. "Though when I'm at your place then you should show me."

"As you wish," I smirked. "Anyway, you said that you have a lot of siblings, huh? How many if I may ask."

"Um five," he answered which surprised me. Five? They must be a big family then. "I'm the youngest though." He added.

"Must be hard I guess," I mumbled. Still, they could have at least teach him some proper manners. He shrugged.

"It's fine. I only do stuff with my older brothers and the oldest is not living at home anymore," he explained. "So technically I'm just living with four brothers. What about you, do you have siblings?"

"An older married sister and a younger brother who's still in high school," I mentioned. "But you won't get to see them anyway," I shrugged when I suddenly felt his hand on mine, carefully tangling his fingers around mine which gave me a shuddering feeling.

I looked up as I noticed a little smile on his face while his eyes were fixed on our connected hands. I didn't feel the need to pull away, it kind of gave a relaxing feeling so I just kept observing. His hands were small, his nails tidy and short and even though they looked so delicate, they felt quite strong which kept me wondering.

"I already told you, I really want to go out with you. All I'm doing is waiting for you to agree," he whispered when he suddenly turned to the side. In the blink of an eye he caught something that came flying straight towards my face just inches before it could touch my skin with his bare hands as I widened my eyes in shock.

My eyes fell on the sharp bread knife which was pointed towards me and which he also held safely in his hands. I looked to the side to see how the woman at the counter covered her mouth with her hands in shock. She didn't seem to have done it on purpose but still...

"What the-," I looked back at the smirking boy in front of me. He finally pulled the knife away from my face and turned to the woman.

"I think you lost something," he shouted at her before throwing the knife and almost hitting the corkboard but it slipped and landed on the floor beside the woman. He flinched at the crash he caused and quickly turned away in guilt, pretending that he wasn't at fault. "Ugh, I'm really not that good with throwing knives," he muttered. "Don't worry! I'll still keep protecting you though," he winked.

"Are you kidding me?!" I snapped. "How did you manage to catch the knife without hurting yourself? Besides, it was so quick how could you even see it?" I was utterly confused. Every normal human being wouldn't even be able to get a glimpse of it especially after what he said before. It was like he had already seen it coming.

His hand wandered behind his neck when he had a frustrated and uneasy expression on his face. "Oh ah I guess it was just a reflex or something," he shrugged. I narrowed my eyes at his answer. "And maybe a bit of luck, too." Luck? He was joking with me, wasn't he? Everyone was already staring like we were crazy.

Before I could dig further into that the woman from the counter approached us and apologized. "I'm so sorry. I don't know how this could have even happened. I-I-," she stuttered but didn't get to finish his sentence.

"You! It's fine now. Don't get on our nerves! Can't you tell, we're on a date right now? So hurry away," he disrespectfully waved her off like she was some kind of bug and looked back at me with a dreamy smile. Her cheeks immediately flushed in a deep red before she nodded and left after she apologized for the last time.

Even after she left, I could clearly see her switching the direction of her gaze between me and him. I rolled my eyes and buried my forehead in my hand. Every time I feel like giving in, he comes with stupid things like this.

Wait! Did I say -giving in-? Since when was I trying to give in. Jesus, what is even wrong with me? This guy is driving me insane!

My hand was slowly pulled away, captured in his hand before he guided it up and gently brushed his lips against the back of my hand. His lips felt really soft on my skin which was strangely calming.

Though, I quickly snapped back and pulled my hand away and gathered the rest of my food in my mouth. "Okay I think we should leave, it's getting really dark now," I stood up and pushed my chair back.

"Yay, I get to sleep at Zaron's." He skipped ahead after we returned our trays.

"Hey wait, you forgot your bags," I reminded him and picked them up. He turned around and raised his eyebrows.

"Right, I guess I did." He took them back as we headed out to his car where he piled them in the trunk before getting in himself. "So next stop, convenience store," he announced and started driving.

"Huh? What are you looking for there?" I questioned, but he just cocked an eyebrow at me.

Once we reached the place, we got out and head in. The place was quite small but stuffed. And when we reached the cashier, it was like they already knew each other. "Oh hey, why're you so early?" I frowned at him. Early? We already passed nine pm by now.

"Yeah, it's 'cause I'll be heading to him later," he pointed at me. It was only now that his eyes actually spotted me like I wasn't even there few seconds ago.

"Oh I see," he nodded and eyed me like he knew something I didn't until he turned around and packed some stuff. "Here the regular," he handed him a bag.

"Oh I think I forgot my wallet in the car," he patted his pants for his purse but never found it. "Just remember me the next time, 'kay?" The cashier nodded but I interfered.

"It's fine, I'm just gonna pay," I waved off and placed the money on the counter. "Now let's go," I hurried. Somehow I didn't like the guy. There was something about him that bothered me a lot. But I neither get what nor why that was.

I sighed once we were back in the car. I behaved unusually strange today. I need to do something about it.

"Are you alright?" He tilted his head at me. "Should I give you the money back?"

But I waved away and shook my head. "It wasn't much anyway, so let's go. I'm just getting tired," I used as an excuse. Perhaps, I was earnestly just tired and that was the reason for my strange behaviour.

But I was still worried. In fact, I couldn't quite tell if it would change overnight with him at my home.

So, we eventually reached my house where we also got out the car and head in. Why do I feel like I had been missing my place again?

"I like being here," he started and yawned. "Come on, I'm tired. Let's go to bed," he abruptly grabbed my arms and dragged me towards my room.

And as soon as we reached my room, I really wondered...

What the hell did I get myself into?

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