The Jogging, The Snooping, & The Talk

Well, what should Darren think about now? Where should he look? Where should he keep his eyes? What should he do?

He had a rough day yesterday. Truly he was emotional and an obvious wreck in Tim's eyes. And now, he doesn't know what to feel. He's just standing at his bedroom's balcony, watching from afar or to be specifically word it out - snooping. Snooping for such a heavenly view and played like a blessed prayer on its own.

Because Tim is surely one hell of a man.

Darren now knew where those muscles and fit body came from. Tim was currently jogging at the grounds shirtless. Shirtless! Looking so hot and sexy, Darren had the urge to fantasize with exuberance. Just give way to his inappropriate thoughts and quench his new found thirst for the cussing guest he has.

Now, he felt like a randy teenager. He should be inside his bedroom or in his office, trying to think of plans and alternatives but now, he's in his balcony and gaping like a dying fish. As if the sight of Tim could redeem what he had lost.

This is getting out of hand.

It really is. One moment Darren wants Tim to leave or he's annoyed and another moment, he's like this. Appreciating and drooling at the sight of his tattoos and curses ringing through his ears. It just seems so... Tim. He can hear Tim's curses replaying inside his head and it adds with the excruciatingly luscious moving figure of Tim.

Just yesterday, he was annoyed and kept on scowling at his watchful eyes. For observing him and pissed off of himself for being so open for Tim's perusal. It all sounded and seemed so unfair. For having to be an easy test while Tim is just as mysterious as the deepest part of the Bermuda Triangle. He wanted to whine and scream out equality.

It all comes down when he had let him inside his house when he came knocking. Now, Darren kind of blames himself for this.

Darren stood there, contemplating whether to go inside, call Lily and be responsible for once or continue waiting to Lily's update about their current quest on finding him a lawyer.

When he was about to choose the latter, Tim stopped in his tracks and noticed him. "Good morning cutie. Had a nice sleep?" he greeted and asked.

This is what he doesn't like. Waking up and answering some questions. Like duh, does he look like he can function at an early morning? Especially when there's a giant monster for a distraction waving at him?

"Shut up" he scowled when he heard Tim's chuckle. What's so funny in this early time of the day?

"Woke up in the wrong side of the bed, I see" he murmured and Darren only raised an eyebrow at him.

"Come down. I cooked you breakfast" Tim smiled softly staring up at Darren's disheveled look and whistling when he saw another one of his sexy nightdress and Darren blushing and getting annoyed more when he realized.

"Pervert!" he exclaimed and quickly went back inside his bedroom and locking the door but not before hearing Tim's laughter echoing on the other side and saying 'it's you who decided to stand there looking so smoking hot as fuck and cute'.

Darren definitely isn't blushing and hundred percent is not flustered. Of course not? Why would he? He's Darren. And a Chu doesn't get fazed over a simple whistle.

But remember Darren, that simple whistle came from a hot and sexy guest with curses. His mind reminded him and he groaned in complaint. Everything's been twisted ever since Tim appeared and his own min even contradicts him!

He changed into more appropriated clothes once he's bathed and went downstairs to find Tim rummaging through bags. Wait... what? Huh?

"What are those?" Darren examined the bags he's seeing for the first time. Squinting his eyes as he did so as if he can see through the bags. Where did Tim get those? Are there some bombs? Guns? Drugs?

"What illegal things do you have inside those?" he added as he crossed his eyes and looking at Tim.

Tim laughed and shook his head. "Just clothes I asked to be delivered. Your clothes are fucking killing me"

Darren stared and blinked. Letting his statement buffer inside his head because what? Huh? His mind seemed to stopped functioning and his brain cells are deteriorating faster than normal.

"Cutie? Are you alright?" Darren blinked again, seeming to return to reality.

"Clothes? You really are planning to stay here without MY permission? Is that how shameless you are?!" he asked sounding annoyed.

Tim grinned and tilted his head while staring straight at him, REALLY shameless. Darren thought.

"Well, it's common knowledge not to leave a cute person unattended" Darren scowled.

"I can handle myself!" he retorted angrily. "I know you can but I also know you're in dire need for a company" Tim quickly explained and Darren rolled his eyes.

"And besides, I also think you need help" Darren stared at him surprised. He opened his mouth to try to speak but no words came out. Help?! Does he look like he need help?! Well - maybe a little? Yes! Definitely just a little but he won't be admitting that to him!

"I don't need your help" he said after seconds of silence. He heard Tim sigh. "I haven't seen your lawyer come in here for the whole week that I am here."

Now, he was rendered speechless. This is utterly unexpected! His lawyer? How can his lawyer visit when he doesn't have one?!

"T-that's... It's none of your b-business!" his voiced rising a pitch but he didn't care if so he would love to really have his voice with high pitch so he could damage Tim's eardrums and maybe him overall!

"You're stepping past the limit Mr! That's a matter of privacy you idiot!" he added.

"You should regularly have your lawyer visit so he could update you with matters at hand or at least talk to him or her" Tim pressed further.

"I told you! It's none of your business!" he glared and glared and glared, readying himself to walk out in any minute!

Tim stared at him, his eyes reading him and Darren once again felt conscious under his scrutiny. What is with Tim and his aura?

Oh yes. Tim's sexiness is one hell of an intimidation for Darren. Right.