THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW:

After the two of them talked that night, they slept peacefully. Tristan seemed to forget the fact that he was actually sleeping next to Daniel and was able to sleep comfortably.historical

Morning came and Justin went to his brother's room excitedly to wake them up so they could eat breakfast together. He woke up early and helped his father cook breakfast.

As he slowly opened the door, he took a peek inside and his eyes widened with astonishment because of what he saw.

It was Tristan and Daniel, hugging each other tightly. Daniel's big arms were on top of Tristan's body and Tristan's head was under Daniel's chin, almost burying his face on his chest.

Justin bit his lower lip as he tried to stop himself from laughing. He quickly but quietly ran back to his room to take his phone and hurriedly went back to Daniel's room so he could take a picture of the two of them.

He was giggling quietly as he took several pictures of the two from different angles.

As he tried to take a picture of their faces, his phone accidentally fell flat on Daniel's face, waking him in the process.

"What the hell..." Daniel sat up with a distorted face. His forehead was creased because of his scrunching eyebrows, his eyes were squinting as they adjusted to the light in the room, and his mouth frowning—clearly showing his displeasure.

"That fucki..." He raised his head to see who it was and when he saw that it was his brother, Justin, he slowly calmed down and his facial expression softened.

"Good morning," he said as he touched his forehead that was slowly getting a bit reddish. "G-Good morning, Dani," Justin said as he looked at him with a concerned look on his face. "I'm really sorry. I just wanted to take a picture of the both of you," Justin said as he lowered he smiled apologetically.

"Oh, no worries. It's fine. I'm fine," Dani said as he smiled a little.

What Justin said to him still hasn't processed in his mind yet. He still feels a bit out of it since he just woke up as if he still hasn't regained the ability to understand yet.

"What's going on?" Tristan said as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. He stretched his arms—adjusting them bit so he wouldn't hit Justin or Daniel—as he yawned.

"Nothing," Justin said and giggled. "Oh... Good morning, darling," he said as he pulled Justin for a 'good morning hug'.

Justin glanced at his brother who was closing his eyes while sitting up, still feeling a bit sleepy.

"Good morning," Justin said as he hugged Tristan back.

Tristan moved his face to Justin's shoulder, breathing on his neck, and placed a soft kiss on the side of his neck, just a bit closer to his nape.

"I love you..." Tristan whispered absentmindedly, still a bit sleepy.

Justin felt his heart skip a bit, finding Tristan adorable for saying 'I love you' when he can't even think clearly right now.

"I love you too," he whispered back.

'Is he gonna greet me a happy monthsary? Oh, maybe he's gonna greet me a bit later because he has a surprise for me, hehe.' Justin thought to himself as he tried to stop himself from smiling.

Yes, you read it right. Today is December 23rd, their first monthsary as a couple.

"Ew, you're exchanging 'I love you's' next to me?" Daniel said as he frowned at them. Justin stuck his tongue out and giggled.

He let go from the hug and stood up from the bed. "Come on, both of you! Stand up, make your bed, and go to the dining room right away so we could eat breakfast together," Justin energetically said as he clapped his hands.

Daniel looked at his alarm clock that was placed on top of the small cabinet next to his bed and saw that it was still 7 in the morning.

"It's still too early..." He mumbled as he stood up and did what Justin told him. Tristan did the same and helped Daniel fix the bed.

A satisfied smile curved on Justin's lips as he watched the two getting along so well.

'Yesterday, it seemed like Dani still had his guard up around Tristan. He probably didn't like him that much. I wonder what happened...' Justin thought to himself as he observed them placing the pillows properly on the bed.

'Whatever it is, it's great to see that they're getting along.'

TROY'S POINT OF VIEW:

December 23rd.

It's almost Christmas, huh?

"Troy, drink this," my manager said as he handed me a cup of coffee. "Thanks," I smiled as I took the coffee from his hand. "The next shoot is an hour from now, so you can take a rest. You should sleep while you can. I'll be over there so just call me if you need something," he said as he pointed the tent where the staff are preparing the things that are needed for later.

"Sure," I nodded. He then left, running.

I took a look at the entire place from here and thought that...

"This looks so dull."

I jumped from being startled and looked at the person behind me.

Oh... It's Carter.

"This place doesn't look as colorful as it is when it's autumn and spring, right?" He said as he took a sip from his coffee.

The leaves from the trees in this park are all wilted from the cold. It was true that this doesn't look as pretty, but...

"I think it still looks great," I said as I faced front again.

I had bitter and sad memories in this place but this place is still where... where he first told me that he loved me.

A familiar scent wafted through the air.

This scent... It's his pheromones. I'd never forget this scent.

I stood up, looking around, searching for the man who owns those pheromones.

"What are doing? Is something wrong?" He said with a worried tone in his voice. "I... I'm sorry. Please excuse me. I have somewhere I have to go to," I said as I hurriedly ran towards the pheromones.

Is he really here?

"Al... Alexander..."

Like a madman, I kept running all over the place just to get a glimpse of his face, his face that I have been wanting to see again—his face that I would never get enough of.

"Alexander..."

Please... I wanna see you again. Even just for a bit.

"Alexander..."

His pheromones are getting stronger. He must be nearby.

I wasn't paying attention to where I was going that I accidentally bumped into someone.

Ahh... these pheromones.

"Are you alright?"

That voice...

I started tearing up.

I missed this voice so much. If only he knew how much I yearned for him all this time...

Oh god... I'm starting to feel hot and... dizzy.

"Troy? What are you..." He knelt to level his head with mine. My eyes were half only half open but I can see the worried look he had in his eyes.

"A... Alexander..." I called his name as I buried my face on his chest. "Hey, you're in heat! What in the world are you doing outside when you're like this?" He said in an angry tone as he put his hand on my waist to support me.

Dummy... I got in heat because of you.

"Damn it, I don't even know where I should bring you," he whispered.

Without realizing it, I felt like I was floating in the air.

He was carrying me in his arms with his jacket covering my face.

I smiled a little.

He cares for me. He still... cares for me.

I'm happy.

My vision got all blurry and the last thing I remembered was his warmth and his calming scent.

*****

"Yeah, he's here. Please don't forget to bring his suppressants. Yes. Yes, Y Omega. Alright, thank you."

I woke up at the sound of his voice. I opened my eyes slowly as my vision adjusted to the brightness of the light.

"Oh, you're awake."

I don't know how long I've been wanting to see his face as soon as I wake up, but now that this is actually happening again, it's making me feel... emotional.

A tear fell from my eye without realizing it.

"H-Hey, are you okay? Are... Are you hurt?" He said as he hurriedly walked towards me.

"You're really Alexander, right?" I said as I stared at him. He gave me a confused look and chuckled. "Yeah, of course. Of course, it's me," he said as he looked away from me.

"Hey, are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?" He said as he touched his nape.

Oh... He's nervous.

He has a habit of touching his nape whenever he's nervous.

"No, I'm good," I said and smiled. "You probably feel better now since I bought you a suppressant earlier. It'll last you for a few more hours," he said as he looked at me.

Ah... His eyes...

"Y-Yeah, I'm... I'm feeling a lot better than earlier," I said as my voice slowly got softer as I spoke.

I just realized how awkward this situation is. What was I even thinking when I followed his scent earlier? Am I stupid? Well, yeah, I guess I am. I am stupid for following his pheromones.

Argh, this is so embarrassing!