Miana (shouting): "GUYSSS! WAKE UPP!! The VP is checking rooms!!"
Jean jolted, heart leaping out of his chest. Still tangled in the bedsheet, hair a mess, he scrambled to the door and flung it open. Rai stood behind him, shirtless, smug, lazily stretching like this was any other morning. Ignoring the past that they just shared a few moments ago.
In the hallway, chaos erupted.
Miana, disheveled in her oversized tee, was banging on doors like a soldier in crisis mode. "Move!! You wanna get suspended?!"
Prez bolted from Jake's room, barely hidden under a blanket like a fleeing ghost. Jake peeked out behind her, yawning.
Jake (casually): "Smooth criminal."
Prez hissed, "Shut it!" before vanishing into her own room.
Rai, ever too calm, finally stepped out. He knocked on his door, waiting for Rowon to let him in. Nothing.
He knocked again. The door creaked open — but it wasn't Rowon.
It was Felton, barefoot, shirtless, and wearing only a pair of joggers. His hair was ruffled and damp.
Rai (deadpan): "What the actual—?"
Felton (blinking): "What?"
Rai leaned to peek inside.
Rowon was inside the room, passed out like a corpse, sprawled across the bed. The sheets were so twisted, Rai couldn't even look.
Rai (gritting his teeth): "Why are you in his room?!"
Felton (coolly): "You're not allowed to enter."
And with that, he shut the door in Rai's face.
Rai (growling): "That piece of shit."
Jake (leaning out of his room): "Rai, my man, Sam's not here. Wanna crash in mine?"
Jean spun around at that.
Jean: "Wait, where is Sam?"
Jake (with zero shame): "Probably getting fucked."
Jean rolled his eyes and slammed the door shut.
Across the hallway, doors clicked closed one by one — perfectly timed like a sitcom finale. Just as VP Sir's footsteps echoed closer, the corridor fell into absolute, innocent silence.
VP Sir (muttering outside): "Hmm. Oddly quiet this morning…"
_________
The group reunited near the resort's swimming pool.
Miana twirled in her cute pink bikini, her short hair bouncing with each step. Prez, on the other hand, was fully wrapped in black — from hoodie to pants, like a shadow beside the sun.
Juli squinted. "Are you planning to rob someone?"
Ray raised a brow. "Why are you dressed like that… here, at a pool?"
Prez snapped, "Shut up before I drown both of you in the deep end."
Laughter echoed.
Jake.
The reason Prez was covered from head to toe.
Her skin was painted in red bite marks, her torso still sore — and the culprit was laughing out loud.
Without warning, she kicked him straight into the pool. Jake, wearing nothing but red trunks, face-planted into the water with a splash.
Under the shade, Rai relaxed with a coconut in hand. Finally, peace. Rowon was still up in the room, and Rai smirked to himself.
"Poor thing… probably getting his ass destroyed."
Jean arrived moments later, surprising Rai, who thought he'd skip today after how intense their night had been.
Rai sipped his coconut. "Next time, I'll make sure he can't even walk."
Jean jumped right into the pool, splashing everyone. The sun was finally out after days of rain — it was the perfect pool day.
He tried dragging Prez in, failed, got out, chased her down, and—
"Jean, don't you dare—AHH!" Prez shrieked as Jean swept her into his arms and leaped in.
Water exploded around them.
"JEAN, YOU FUCKER! It went up my nose!"
He just laughed.
Jake, recovered now and wearing black sunglasses, joined in to dunk her underwater again.
Miana tried to sneak off, but Ray and Juli caught her mid-step. Chaos erupted. The unspoken competition of "who can drown who first" had begun.
Their laughter filled the air, students from other groups soon joining in.
Jean, floating on his back, sighed. "Finally… a relaxing day."
Jake swam over, still grinning. "After the bloodbath, this feels like heaven."
Jean glanced at him, concerned. "You okay?"
Jake let out another cackle. "Better than ever."
Jean regretted asking.
Ray and Juli paddled over.
Juli smirked. "Heard you guys were running back and forth this morning?"
Ray added, "So much hustle."
Jake raised an eyebrow at Jean. "Really?"
He promptly headlocked Ray as Jean dunked Juli.
Jean teased, "Look who's talking. Keeping your relationship a secret and then booking a shared room?"
Juli just laughed, blushing.
Then Prez swam over, dragging Miana behind her.
"Guys… I heard something interesting."
Jake groaned, "Another panic attack?"
Miana shook her head. "Nope. VP Sir arranged an event for us — something fun and chill for the whole student group."
"WOAHHHHH!" they all cheered in unison.
Then a familiar voice cut through the air.
Rai.
"Relax. Don't get too worked up."
He sat by the pool, bare-chested, wearing black trunks and sunglasses, sipping orange juice right next to Jake.
Jean narrowed his eyes. "What now?"
Rai sighed. "Every time you guys do something fun… it turns into a disaster."
Everyone went quiet — guilty.
Miana, cheerful as ever, added, "No worries! Mr. Fox and Mr. Rowon always clean up after us."
Everyone nodded, relieved.
Rai scoffed. "You guys… Mr. Fox and Mr. Rowon are probably fucking each other right now. They don't have time to babysit you today."
Dead silence.
Eyes widened. Faces flushed.
They looked around.
Felton? Missing.
Rowon? Missing.
Sam? — Wait.
Jean suddenly stood. "Wait… where the fuck is Sam?"
He turned to Jake. "I asked you this morning!"
Jake shrugged. "And I told you — probably getting fucked."
Juli gasped. "It's 3:30 in the afternoon! Sam's gonna DIE."
Jake's grin widened. "Wanna rescue him?"
Rai snorted. "You'll get yourselves killed."
Prez chimed in sweetly, "Oh, come on, Mr. Rai. We're just saving our friend from tragedy."
The moment Sage's name entered the air, the group's energy shifted. Messing with him? They were in.
Rai sighed. "So childish…"
A beat.
He took another sip. "Fine. I'll give you Sage's room number."
Jean's eyes gleamed. "Now you're talking."
Ray cracked his knuckles. "That bastard's always messing with us. Let's return the favor."
Still dripping wet, the gang grabbed towels and followed Rai — all unaware of what they were walking into.
---
Sage's Private Cottage-
The moment they arrived, they crept toward the large French windows of the cottage. The curtains were not drawn at all.
And then… they heard it. From the second floor.
Moans.
Raw, guttural, and unmistakably Sam's.
Their eyes widened. They peeked in — and froze.
Sage was there, shirtless, eyes locked with theirs.
Sam was limp, face buried in the pillows, completely unaware of the silent audience witnessing his wrecked state. His back bore the evidence of what he endured. Sage had him flipped over, still going — relentless, claiming him again and again.
And Sam's scream of Sage's name rang through the entire room. Like a prayer.
The group stared in horror.
Sage smirked darkly.
Then his eyes locked onto them.
He mouthed, "Get. Out."
They ran.
---
They all sprinted, panting and shaken:
"Shit, we shouldn't have come," Juli wheezed.
Ray muttered, "Now Sam's taking our punishment."
Rai sat calmly by the pool, unfazed. "That was intense. Poor Sam."
Jean stood there in stunned silence… remembering his night with Rai. He blushed furiously.
Meanwhile, Prez and Miana — unintentionally — were fangirling.
"Stop looking like that," Jean hissed.
They all looked away, but none could unsee what they just witnessed.
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Sam finally stirred—his eyes blinking open at the blinding 5 PM sunlight filtering through the curtains. His body ached in all the familiar ways, but at least he felt clean. A soft white silk robe hung off his lean shoulder, hair a tousled mess, as he slowly sat up on the bed.
The door opened with a soft creak.
Sage stepped in—casual in gray joggers and a fitted black T-shirt, his hair down and slightly damp, glasses perched on his nose. Every inch of him looked like sin dressed in Sunday comfort.
Sam's brain, still foggy, had a thought: How can someone this beautiful be so cruel?
Sage, however, was too busy mentally tracing every inch of Sam's body. He bit back a smirk, then crossed the room and wrapped an arm around Sam's waist, closing the space between them.
Sam, already too used to this routine, circled his arms around Sage's neck and gave him a soft peck on the lips.
Sage murmured, "Wanna eat something?"
Sam groaned. "I'll probably die if I don't eat now."
Sage chuckled. "Then let's go."
Without waiting, he scooped Sam up into his arms.
Sam sighed. "You do know I can walk, right?"
"In my presence," Sage replied smugly, "you don't need to do any work."
Sam narrowed his eyes. "Don't tell me the food is chewed too."
Sage laughed—a deep, amused sound. "Should I?"
"Don't you dare."
Downstairs, the table was already set—steak, bread, warm soup, seasonal fruits. Everything perfectly arranged. Sage placed Sam gently into a chair, and they began eating, the atmosphere surprisingly peaceful.
Between bites, Sam glanced at him. "You cooked all this?"
Sage raised a brow. "You think I don't know how to feed my muse?"
Sam rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at his lips.
As Sage sipped on passion fruit juice, he casually said, "Your friends were here."
Sam froze, fork mid-air. "They what?!"
"They dropped by earlier," Sage added coolly.
"You're joking—they came here?! I was... passed out! Wait—" Sam's voice hitched. "You've been inside me all this time... Did they—?!"
Sage shrugged nonchalantly. "Ah, they did get a full HD view of our afternoon activities."
Sam stared at him in horror. "You absolute fucker! And you let them?!"
Sage calmly picked up a grape. "Not my fault they wanted to see you getting fucked."
Sam flushed so hard he practically turned into a tomato. He slammed his face into his hands. "I don't even wanna talk about it anymore."
Sage smiled to himself.
Then, as if remembering something, he glanced at his watch. "Ah. There's an event. VP Sir organized it."
Sam raised a brow, still half-embarrassed. "What kind of event?"
Sage: "Starts around... 5:30, I think."
Sam paused mid-bite. "And you're telling me this now?!"
Sage looked at his watch again. "It's 5:18."
Sam nearly choked. "What the fuck?! You should've started with that!"
He bolted from the table, charging up to the second floor like a whirlwind. The outfit Sage had laid out for him waited on the bed. Sam didn't even question how he knew his size at this point. He yanked on the blue sweatpants, the crisp white T-shirt, and brown boots. Raked a hand through his hair.
Sage leaned on the railing, watching from the stairs.
He whistled. "You clean up nice."
Sam threw him a dirty look. "Perv."
And stormed out of the cottage.
—---
At the Shore-
Sam joined the group by the shore, where all the students had gathered in neat rows. VP Sir stood at the front, ready to announce the surprise event. Sam avoided everyone's gaze, cheeks still faintly pink.
Of course, his squad was grinning.
Jake gave him a slow thumbs-up.
Juli nudged Prez and whispered something that made her burst into laughter.
Ray elbowed Jean, who just smirked knowingly.
Sam wanted to melt into the sand.
Felton and Rowon hadn't shown up yet—probably still in their room doing god-knows-what.
Just then, Sage appeared behind the group, sunglasses on, hands in his pockets. He walked casually and slipped into the shaded area beside Rai, both of them silently watching over the students.
Sam didn't turn around, but he felt his presence—and despite the embarrassment, he couldn't help but smile.
___________
As the students gathered on the sandy shore, their eyes lit up with anticipation. VP Sir stood tall in front of them, holding a megaphone.
"I have a surprise for all of you!" he announced, his voice carrying across the sea breeze. "Today's event is… a Treasure Hunt!"
Excited murmurs erupted through the crowd.
"You will all be divided into four teams," he continued. "Red, Yellow, Blue, and White. Each team must find the four flags of their respective color hidden throughout the resort. The team that brings back the most flags before 9:00 PM, just before dinner, will win..."
He paused for dramatic effect.
"...a 10-mark bonus in your upcoming exams!"
Gasps and cheers echoed instantly. That bonus was enough to make even the laziest students break into a sprint.
"Each group has seven members," VP Sir explained. "You will start... now!"
Sam's group—Team Red—stood proudly, with matching red ribbons tied around their wrists. Sam, Jake, Jean, Miana, Prez, Ray, and Juli.
"Let's gooo!" Jake yelled, already fired up.
Juli clapped his hands. "We are so winning this."
"I swear to God, if we lose, I'm blaming all of you," Jean muttered dramatically.
Meanwhile, on the sidelines, Sage leaned back under a shaded canopy, his sunglasses pushed up on his head. He glanced at Rai beside him, who already looked done.
"This is exhausting," Rai muttered.
"We haven't even moved," Sage pointed out.
"That's why it's exhausting."
They both silently agreed to supervise from the sidelines. Let them run.
Back at the shore, the countdown had begun.
Three… two… one—GO!
The students scattered in all directions, their laughter echoing across the beachfront resort as the treasure hunt officially began.