"Are you really a gay? Then why haven't you taken the initiative?"

　　"You don't understand Paul."

　　"What?! Make me understand!"

　　"I....I am a 'bottom'."

　　The handsome guy gapes at him. He looks at him from head to toe.

　　"Do you expect me to top you?!" Paul is so mad. He thought Charles only said that to reject him.

　　"I...Im really.."

　　Paul threw his clothes to his face.

　　"Get out! Get out of my life! We are through. I have enough of you."

　　"Wait...Paul, I.."

　　"Shut up!"

　　Charles is walking in the street carrying an unorganized bag of clothes.

　　He sighs as he looks at the soft rain pouring. The people are running to take cover.

　　This is not the first time. He had a lot of relationships before.

　　But they all thought he was a handsome top.

　　But sadly, all he wants is to be a good wife.

　　It's not about his looks.

　　Can't they tell when he started cooking at mending their clothes?

　　He is a she inside his huge body.

　　Skid.

　　Charles's eyes opened wide when he saw a skidding car. A child on the other side of the street runs toward a woman she thought was her Mom. Her grandmother is too slow to grab her hand.

　　Without thinking, the hero in him throws his clothes and jumps on the grassy division and landed in the road. There is no time to grab the child. The startled car driver can't do anything either.

　　Charles smiles as he kicks the child's butt in a way. As his life fades, he wishes that the child survived...survive his kick.

　　What a way to be a hero.

　　Blinking.

　　Charles looks ahead and sees the most handsome man he had ever seen in his life.

　　No...he is more of a beauty.

　　A very beautiful man.

　　Gaping at the man in front of him.

　　He feels a sharp pain in his head.

　　He wiped his head and there was blood.

　　Also his eyes were blurred due to blood.

　　What is happening?

　　"Young Master!" A couple of servants looking men hurried to him and supported him to stand up.

　　The beautiful man sneered.

　　He ,'that beauty', wipes his mouth.

　　It also has blood that was dripping on it.

　　They all brought him away from that room. Only the beautiful man was left behind.

　　He is now seated in a comfy chair in a luxurious room.

　　He remembers the beauty and that shabby room he opens his eyes from.

　　He is very confused with who these people are, calling him, young master.

　　His wound was dressed.

　　He is now wearing new clothes and there was a warm meal in front of him along with a green thick liquid they call medicine.

　　"Excuse me. My head got bashed alot. I dont understand what you are saying." Charles politely said smiling a bit to be a bit friendly.

　　The servants all eyes widen and they all look at each other.

　　"Young master forgot who he was?"

　　"No...not much. Just confuse. Fill me in." Charles wants to say everything but he feels like cringing. Amnesia? What a fantasy sounding illness.

　　"You are our Young Master. Your father is the country's prime minister. You have 3 older brothers.

　　You are the youngest son." The servants said in a practiced voice.

　　"Oh. And who was that man from before?"

　　"Your wife."

　　"Pardon?"

　　"I mean, he is your wife. You married him despite the Prime Minister being against it."

　　".....ah?"

　　He is his wif--*spit* husband? He can die happily. Such a beautiful man.

　　But if he is his husband then why does he looked at him with disgust and anger?

　　"Its...ah.." the servants look away. Not wanting to answer him.

　　"This is important." He said, encouraging for them to continue.

　　The following story makes him feel so conflicted.

　　The beautiful man named is Julius. He is known to be the most beautiful in the country defeating all the other woman making him the most desired marriage candidate by the homosexual community. But Julius is straight. And he doesn't want to marry. All he wants is to pass the national examination and work in the government.

　　His family is poor. His mother is only a mistress and has no backing.

　　Charles loves beauty.

　　He had always pursued him.

　　But always failed.

　　He then trapped Julius's father and made him owe him lots of money. Then when he couldn't pay, he asked Julius Father to sell Julius to him.

　　He then married Julius.

　　A man married to another man is normal in the country.

　　But a man married like a daughter cannot take the national exam let alone become a government scholar.

　　Thus, Julius has a deep hatred toward Charles and his own father.

　　Charles sighs.

　　He admits he feels elated knowing he is married to such a beauty. But he doesn't wish to force anyone to like him.

　　Well, it's not him but the original Charles.

　　But now that he is Charles he can't be hated by his own husband!

　　"What happened to my head anyways?" He asks.

　　".......Young Master Julius throws a vase in your head when you bite his lips between your fight."

　　A servant boy said bowing his head to erase his presence.

　　***

　　Knock.

　　"Who is it?" A deep but beautiful deep voice answered Charles knocking.

　　He takes a deep breath.

　　The original Charles cannot be blamed. Anyone will sinned because of this 100% handsome man.

　　"It's me."

　　Silence.

　　"I bring you food."

　　"Stop poisoning me with aphrodisiac!" The beautiful voice is traced with anger and disgust.

　　Charles gets a scare.

　　Aphrodisiac?

　　What a barbaric drug!

　　"No. No. There's none this time." He hurriedly said.

　　"Admitting you are putting aphrodisiac in my food now?"

　　"Eh...Ah...I'm sorry Julius."

　　"Dont say my name!"

　　".....I'll leave the food here. I..I cook it especially for you. Eat even a little. I'm sorry."

　　He doesn't know how to properly apologize in front of the closed door.

　　"Leave."

　　"Yes."

　　Charles sighs again.

　　It's so hard to find love.

　　It's also hard to be a good wife.