World After Worlds

Handel grabbed Yanarym's waist and that made Hansel turn to them and punched the man straight in the eye. The man cried on the ground and his other friends were startled from the sudden attack.

"Hansel!" Yanarym called him and he turned to her, "Wait!" He smiled and shook his head. Damn, he does crazy things around her. He pushed her to the door and pulled it close but she protested and tried to open it.

"What the fuck, man?" The other guy said and had a grasp on Hansel's shoulder and punched his face. Fortunately, Hansel evaded it.

"No! No! Hansel!"

"Lock the door." He told her and kicked one of the men's stomachs. "Now!" Yanarym followed and closed the door and it automatically locked. She stayed at the front door and looked at the peeping hole. Hansel was not an athletic person, if he could choose, physical squabble would be the last resort he would pick in fighting another person. However, it doesn't mean that Hansel was weak, he could fight, he just preferred using his brain over his fist. But at this moment, violence is necessary.

The security came and apprehended them, Hansel talked to the officer and they let him go. He knocked on the door and before he could finish the three knocks, Yanarym opened the door for him. He looked on behind and the three men assaulted were taken care of by the authorities but he has to be with them investigated too.

"A-are you alright? Let me see, you got wounds…" she tiptoed and reached for his bruised lips. Her eyes were misty while her hands trembled. "I'm sorry." Hansel thought at first it was silly getting his face punched not until she was holding him caringly. Ridiculous, did he just think it was worth receiving three punches for this? For just a pity and affectionate touch?

"Are you sorry?" He peered at her and accidentally saw her lips parted. He smiled at her. "You can make the pain go away." He said and held her waist when she was about to free his face.

"Y-yeah, s-should I get first-"

"Then, kiss me." She froze, Hansel pulled her closer. This was the first time he held her, and he wasn't disappointed by how she fits perfectly in his arms. With his free hand, he touched her lips and shifted his attention to her eyes- her eyes were looking at him with unbelievable eyes. She blinked and seemed to be awakened.

"W-what?" She pulled away from him and he let her go. She tried to add some words with what she said but she seemed to be unable to process a sentence. Hansel but his lips- forgetting that he had a wound there. He licked the wound, with his eyes stuck on her lips. That made her flustered and stepped back. "H-han-"

"I'm kidding, go on take a shower, I need to go down and see those bastards. I will take the spare key to your room too." He uttered in an ardent tone and walked to the room. She didn't evade him like she was convinced that he was kidding. She shouldn't be at ease, because he was seriously thinking of kissing her at that moment.

"But your bruises…" She followed him to the closet. He took off his shirt to change to a casual one. He redirected his eyes on her, and her eyes were fixated on his body. He was about to smirk but she pouted and pointed to his side, "You got a bruise here too." She was about to touch him but he caught her hand.

"You don't want to touch me." He said with a smile before letting her go. "I'll have it aided at the reception, after that we'll go on a date, right?" He put on his shirt

"...yes. For lunch. A friendly date." Hansel chuckled hearing her stressing each word. She seemed to have caught up with his intention too. He patted her head and baffled her head and walked to the door.

"Don't let anyone in. See you in an hour." He closed the door and left Yanarym. He got to the reception and had the men who harassed Yanarym and assaulted him, not jailed. He had a better plan for them- probably ruining their life outside the prison. It took him almost two hours at the reception before he went back to his room.

It was cold, Yanarym probably maxed the aircon. He walked towards the bed, saw her lying there, wearing the robe and a towel on her head. He laid beside her, quietly not wanting to wake her up. He rested his head on his arm and just looked at her face. He extended his arm and reached for her hair slid down to her face.

"H-hansel?" Her eyes staggered open, he smiled as soon as they locked eyes. He tucked her hair to her ear. And caressed her cheek, it was cold. His thumb stroked on her cheek to her eyes, and her thin arched brow. She closed her eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep again. He moved closer to her and had a whiff of his scent. She used his toiletries…

"Your hair is still wet, why didn't you dry it?" He softly asked and crept his fingers to her scalp and brushed her hair. It's cold- too cold. She might have had a runny nose or had a fever. He kept on brushing her hair that made her yawn. "There's a blower in the bathroom, didn't you see it?" He asked mellowly, she opened her eyes and pushed his hand away from her…

"Spencer does it for me." She mumbled, Hansel, keep his hand on her cheek. Spencer, of course, Spencer does everything for her. He's her slave… Hansel wondered if there was no Spencer. And he would be the sole man in Yanarym's life. Will he serve her the way Spencer dedicated himself to her?

But why is he even thinking about this? He wanted her body, ravaged her until he was all satisfied. That's what he wants from her, but why is he thinking of committing? If he would enter polyandry with her, he would just be there for his needs. And even taking her for himself. The longer he waited for her, the more he felt that she should be with him- alone. Not with Spencer.

"I'll do it for you." He told her and stood up on the bed. She didn't follow and remained to lie. He saw her legs exposed on him, and for a fact, she was still not wearing underneath that robe. "Rym, wake up." He crawled back to the bed and held her arms to make her stand up. He carried her to the bathroom and sat her on the sink. He took the blow-dryer, and she was already awake but peering at him drowsily. "Come down here, I can't reach you there." She complied and jumped down to the sink with his assistance. He turned on the dried and combed her hair through his fingers. It took him ten minutes to dry her hair, he took a comb on the drawer and brushed her hair. His eyes wandered to her nape, there were love marks on it, by that he had the conclusion of what happened why she was so tired.

Hansel lifted his eyes in her reflection and she was silently playing with the other toiletries under the mirror. He put down the blower on the sink and caged her body between his arms by leaning his hands on the edge of the sink. She raised her head and met his eyes on the reflection of the mirror.

His smile was nowhere in view, it was dark, he was pissed. He doesn't understand why, but he knew he didn't like the marks on her neck, nape, and shoulders.

"Do you like me?" He leaned to her ear and swept her hair on one side, making her another side exposed. She turned to him and he let her move to face him, hiding her skin from him. "Do you like me, Rym?" He asked again and cupped her face and met her eyes. "You like me more than Spencer." Yanarym creased her brows on him and put her hands on his wrists, trying to push him. "I like you, Rym."

"What are you talking about?" She uttered and bit her lips, which caused his attention to draw on them. "Hansel, you're being scary…" He didn't hear that, because his eyes and mind were all fixated on her lips. He leaned over and without hesitation, he kissed her.

Hansel felt lost, it's sweet, she's sweet, he likes it. He wondered why it was sweet, but he liked how sweet she tasted. His hand moved to the back of her head and pushed her to meet his lips. He gasped quickly and held her hands that were pushing him away.