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It was finally the weekend, and Aiden had everything planned out: binge-watch his favorite historical drama, bake cookies, maybe even try that complicated chocolate cake recipe he bookmarked weeks ago. For once, he could relax.
But his quiet morning was shattered when the doorbell rang—at 7 a.m.
Aiden opened the door in his loose t-shirt and pajama pants, blinking groggily.
"Sion?" he mumbled. "Why are you here? I'm on holiday."
With a mischievous smile and zero shame, Sion leaned in and said, "If you love me, you'll let me stay."
And just like that, he slipped past Aiden into the apartment, heading straight for the sofa like he owned the place.
"Excuse me?" Aiden called after him, still standing at the door in disbelief.
Sion grabbed the remote and flipped the channel. "This show's boring."
"Hey!" Aiden marched over. "I was watching that!"
"You love me, right?" Sion asked again, smugly.
Aiden groaned, defeated. "Watch whatever you want, idiot."
With a resigned sigh, he retreated to the kitchen and began baking. The smell of warm cookie dough and melting chocolate filled the apartment. Aiden made two tall glasses of chocolate shake, placing one beside Sion on the table.
Not even two minutes passed before Sion finished his and shamelessly locked eyes on Aiden's still-full glass.
"No," Aiden said preemptively, pulling his glass closer.
But before he could take another sip, Sion pounced.
He closed the distance, grabbed Aiden by the collar, and kissed him—hard.
Aiden froze, startled as Sion drank straight from his mouth, tongue swirling, lips moving with an almost greedy hunger.
When he finally pulled away, Aiden's heart was racing. "What the hell was that?!"
Sion licked the corner of his lips. "I kissed you."
"You molested me!"
"Then let me molest you a little more," Sion said darkly, his voice dipping into a dangerous purr.
In a blink, he tackled Aiden onto the couch like a lion claiming his prey. Aiden struggled half-heartedly, but Sion's lips found his jawline, his neck, behind his ears. He traced every feature with warm, open-mouthed kisses, savoring every flinch and gasp.
"Sion—w-wait—the cookies—"
The doorbell rang.
Sion didn't stop.
"Sion, get off—"
Aiden smacked him lightly and pushed him off, frantically fixing his shirt and tossing Sion a pillow to hide… the situation. He rushed to the door and opened it.
His best friend stood there, holding a tote bag and two DVDs. "You forgot we were going to watch that drama marathon today?"
Aiden forced a smile. "Right! Sorry. I, uh, got distracted."
The friend peeked inside—and froze when he saw Sion sitting on the couch, still disheveled, still glaring like a dragon guarding treasure.
"...Did someone come over?"
Aiden laughed awkwardly. "That's just—um—Sion. He dropped by."
The friend raised an eyebrow, reading the tension in the room. "Dropped by… shirtless?"
Sion smirked and waved. "Hi. I'm the weekend plan now."
Aiden's cheeks burned. The cookies were forgotten. The series too. Because apparently, Sion had hijacked his weekend—and maybe, just maybe, his heart again.
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