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“…I started modeling when I first join the Elite Model Look, it’s a competition that Elite held every year, and fortunately I was chosen..”

 

It was the first weekend Third could finally spend in his hometown. Last week he attended a runway in London, yet manage to get back before the weekend since he also had to attend another runway here. Bangkok feels like home, it always is. To Third, rather than dull and rainy London or cold city like New York, Bangkok sunshine that tingles his soft skin is more comfortable. Maybe it’s because this trip back home is his first in years. Three, to be precise. So Third feel nostalgic when they drive from the airport to the hotel they are staying in.

Third shifts on his seat, “P’Un, do we have free time?”

“Before or after the runway?”

Third hums, “both?”

Un scrunches his nose a little, “well, you have very little free time that I suggest staying in the hotel and get some sleep before the runway. But!” Un rushes his words seeing Third’s face ready to protest.

“You have one day of free time in Bangkok before we go to your house.”

“My house?” Third, confuse.

“Aren’t you visiting your mom?” Un asked him like their whole point going back to Thailand is to go home.

Third still connecting the dots while after ten seconds a smile prompt on his face. He feels warm inside his chest.

“Thank you, P’Un.” He said sincerely. The other just shrugs his shoulder.  No biggies.

Living his life as a model isn’t hard for Third. Of course, there is a time when Third wanted to quit and go home but most of it was filled with walking from one show to another and manage to look pretty all the time. (It’s new to him since he rarely goes to the clinic to take care of his face). The hardest part is not managing weight for Third, since he isn’t fond of food that much. But eating salad for breakfast and dinner is too much when he needs to (lower the scale of) his weight, up until he missed the taste of coconut milk along with spices in his food, not some light dressing like olive oil.

 

“…it’s basically a job that requires you to hop into the plane from one to another, going to another city in another part of the world. I think it suits me a lot…”

 

Third heard some knock at the door, drawing his attention from seeing cityscape through his window. They have arrived at the hotel forty-five minutes ago and Third chose to take care of his luggage himself so Un decided to leave him alone in his room.

“Third? Do you want to get something for lunch?” Un voice resonates from the outside of the room reaching Third’s ear.

“Yes, please!” he answered instantly. But then Third remembered something so he get up and rushed to open the door.

“P’Un, wait!” he called, Un was just a few steps away from his door, looking back with a questioning look on his face.

“Can you- I mean, can I eat Thai foods?”

“I am about to buy us Thai foods, why? Do you want something specific?”

“Pork basil?”

Un lifts one of his eyebrows, “really?”

“And Somtum! Spicy!” Third added, then manage to smile wider when Un nods confirming that he understands.

The runway was delayed yet Third prefer to stay in the hotel a little longer. Looking out from his window is addicting, it seems. He doesn’t move for almost thirty minutes only sees the car’s movement. But then again, like de javu, Third heard some knock before Un’s voices came to his ears. After eating together at Third’s room, Un excuses himself going back to his room by saying ‘gonna prepare for your show’ which Third understands since it’s Un’s job to make sure everything is working.

“Third? Are you ready? Let’s go.”

Third hums, “a minute please!” he said loudly while getting up to get his phone along with a small sling bag contains all of his cards.

“Car’s ready? Or are we leaving by taxi?” ask Third as he locked his door.

“We’re using the car, everything’s set. No worries.”

“Dior show, if I’m not mistaken?”

Un nods, they began to walk through the hallway. Un pressed elevator’s down button now looking at Third. “straight to runway location?”

Third hums, “yeah, I guess.”

“No coffee?”

“Now that you mention it, I kinda want some.” The little one gives a sheepish smile while Un just laughs it off.

“Okay, we’ll drop at Starbucks to get your favorite.”

“Thanks.” Again, Third prompts a simple smile the one he always gives to others in any formal situation.

The runway location isn’t that far from Third’s hotel, fifteen minutes by car. But because they make stop at Starbucks nearby to get coffee for Third, they arrived around five in the evening. Third could see a crowd inside of the venue filled with other models, staff, and all the people in charge. He doesn’t see anyone he knows, though could be better if he sees someone, at least one person other than the makeup artist and his hairstylist.

After saying hi formally to other models he met, Third makes his way inside to finally meet Christian Dior’s designer. Making sure that he knows that Third already arrived here to make his runway tonight. Just a simple greeting from Third, they are talking about the piece Third will be wearing tonight. Elaborating the details to make sure Third could pull it off on the runway so the magazine (especially vogue) could capture him beautifully.

Ten minutes passed, Third decided to end their conversation to go to the board which displaying all the models and their numbers for the sequence of the runway. Third got the number of eleven, which is good if he could give his opinion. Being the first or last is a kinda burden for him because they are doing the most critical job. Became the first one means they are opening the runway, alas showing the whole season is all about and being the last one usually requires to wear the most extravagant in this collection.

Looking at the board, Third caught one familiar figure. He lifts one of his eyebrows, remembering that he hasn’t seen this person before.

“Boo!” suddenly one voice erupted right beside his ear making third jumps in surprise.

Third look at the owner of that familiar voice and then punch his shoulder gently, “you’re late, Wat.”

The other scoff, “I’m not late, you are the one who came early.”

Third chuckles, Sarawat never changes. Well, at least since they get close after that one gala. “Wat, I came on time.” Third make his point, “you must’ve taken the subway. Right?”

Sarawat shrugs, “Then what? Taxi? It’s Bangkok please, the rush hour won’t give you any mercy. I think it’s worst than Paris.”

Third prompt a little laugh, remembering his runway in that crowd fashion city for the first time. “You’re right. Taking subway safer to avoid traffic.”

“Oh I got sixteen,” Wat commented while his eyes locked on the board.

“Anyway, see you later? They’re calling my name.” said third, hearing P’Un calling him to do his make-up.

“Dinner?” asked Wat casually since they haven’t met after months.

“Sure, your choice!” third shouts, taking a few steps away from Wat heading to make up rooms.

 

The rehearsal went nice, Third can pinpoint how he should make a pose and where is the most crucial part doing turns. Wat approaches him again after he finished doing his hair. Both of them are walking through a room taking their suit to get ready.

“Wow, yours is hella good.” Third compliments Wat which make the latest put his smug face. Making Third laughs after.

“Yours is… okay.”

“You’re annoying.” Again, Third punches Wat’s shoulder. “so, dinner? Have you decided?” third start their conversation. It’s five minutes before the show and they are waiting to get in line. The room before the venue is crammed with a lot of models, they are all ready to make their runway.

“Rather than a resto, how about my place?” offer him.

Third frowns, “and became the third wheel between you and tine? Nope.” He answered fast, shaking his head.

“Oh please,” Sarawat makes a face, “as if you’re not gonna make an ally with Tine to bully me.”

Third chuckles, they both move in sync after hearing staff’s instruction to get ready, “you know what, fine. But let’s take my car instead of the subway.” Third said before they part since they need to stand in line based on their number.

Dior’s show in Bangkok is ready to run.

.

 

‘… I think it is really an honor for me to be able to do Dior Show in my hometown, Bangkok. It’s rare for one of the South Asian countries to held a fashion show, but I’m really excited… 

To do the show and visiting Bangkok again…' 

 

Third wipes his eyes to get off the pink shade that was put on. His hair is still sticky because of the hair gel meanwhile he already switched his clothes with what he wear before the show.

Sarawat appears right in time, he doesn't bother to clean his face either his hair. Third laugh at his friend’s appearance since Wat only ears hoodie and jeans, a total contradictory with his full makeup face.

“What? I’m going home anyway, why to bother?” the man said in protest but third just continue laughing.

“Nothing, really it’s just…” he can’t help smiling widely, “it’s funny and I bet Tine will think the same.”

“No,” Sarawat disagrees, “Tine always told me that I’m handsome.”

“Narcissist prick,” Third mutters, making Wat slaps the top of little man’s head lightly.

Third gets up, he saw P’Un gesture to them that their car is ready. Third takes one of Sarawat arm and pull him out making the latter follow obediently.

“Will you join us, P’Un?” Sarawat asked Third’s manager politely, even when P’Un is now seating in the front.

“I’m sorry that I have to decline your offer, Wat. Still appreciate it though.”

“Oh? You had an appointment already? We were just back yesterday.” Third protest while Un can only chuckle.

“Come on Third, aren’t you tired of being stuck with me all the time?” Un asked jokingly. “besides, you guys may have a lot of things to catch up on, right? When was the last time you’re seeing each other?”

Third hums while Wat leans his back on the seat, “Milan, I think?” Wat gave his answer.

“I thought about the gala in new york?” third said in confusion.

“No-no, the gala is held last year, we met again after the gala in Alexander Wang’s show. Remember?”

“Oh! Right!” third exclaimed, “We got drunk after the show in a bar, right?”

“Yep, making the best memories while I did the cleaning job.” Un nods, clearly remember that he had to get the two back in the hotel all alone.

Third grimaces, “you are not complaining again.” He warned his manager. On the other side, Wat laughs out loud. Milan’s tragedy is one of those good old days including Paris.

“I wonder when will we get the opportunity to do another show in Europe again.” Wat differs their conversation.

Third hums while thinking, “it’s almost the end of the year and I kinda want to rest for a while, maybe sometime in early next year?” he asked, giving his own opinion.

“You won’t be seeking for the new year's eve show?” Wat asked, seem surprised with Third’s plan.

“Still undecided, but the percentage now showing around 51%”

“Of you won’t go?”

Third nods slowly, “but then again, I wish P’Un will give me another job here, won’t you?” he asked as he taps Un’s shoulder. Making the latter chuckle, “right, I’m seeking another job for you.”

Third smiles happily, thinking he could get the rest he’s been longing for after jumping from show to show for the last three years.

 

Thirty minutes passed, they finally arrived at Sarawat’s home, actually a condominium that he shared with his boyfriend, Tine—a lawyer who works for the government. Third wonders if Tine applied for a more stable job so Sarawat could reach his dream. At one glance, Third knows that the couple is just too in love with each other so they could do anything to make their relationship works.  Can’t relate , Third whisper in his head, commenting his thoughts.

Sarawat opens the front door and lets Third get inside first, a gentleman he is. After taking off his shoes, Third walks inside to find Tine already wait for them.

“Hi! I’m totally expecting you,” Tine takes Third into his arm, pats his back several times before releasing him.

Wat stands in line, waiting for his turn to be hugged by Tine but the latter just shoves him away. “I don’t get a hug?” Sawarat protest, lips curling downward in an attempt to look cute.

“Wat. Please.” Tine sighs, looking at Third slightly giving a sign.

“Oh no,” Third shakes his head and both of his hands at the same time, “please consider that I’m a wall,” he randomly said then stick to the nearest wall making both Tine and Wat laugh.

“Anyway, I’ve ordered pizza and some cola. I hope you’re okay with it?” asked Tine, looking at Third directly even when Sarawat tries to kiss him.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine with anything.”

They head to the living room, there are three boxes of pizza with various toppings and six cans of cola as Tine said before.

“You’re watching something?” Third asked after he take a seat.

Tine nods, “just some gag show, to kills some time.”

“Ooh, must be bored being left by your husband.” Third make a pity looks, which gets him a punch right on his face.

“Ouch!”

“Wat!”

“He makes fun of us, Tine.”

“I am not!”

“You are!”

Tine takes a deep inhale, “let’s just eat.” He said then proceed to take a slice. Third follows after Sarawat took a slice. They chew in silence, so this is why Tine urges them to eat earlier. Third feel the waves of guilt, maybe today isn’t a good one for Tine. Maybe he had to do some difficult case or maybe his senior being a jerk.

“Hey, you okay?” Sarawat pushes Third’s leg with his, making the little one blinks repeatedly.

“What?”

“You seem lost in thoughts,”

“And not talking,” adds Tine.

“I’m… okay?”

“That’s a question,” Tine cuts in, giving Third an annoying look.

“I think I knew why your relationship could last this long.” Third comments, quite irrelevant with what they’re talking about before.

“We’re a set, we can’t be separate,” Sarawat replied, Third rolls his eyes in response.

“Oh!” Tine gasps a little, eyes looking straight at the television. Both Third and Wat turn their head in sync.

“Oh, that director again,” Sarawat sounded like he really knows this person on TV, “what scandal he made now?”

“You knew this person?” Third questioned,

“No, not really know in person, but he keeps appearing on TV either with new scandal or new achievement. Kinda weird you know,”

“What do you mean?”

“Wat means,” Tine chimes in, “it’s weird how people manage to be known either making a new scandal or achieve something.”

Third hums in confirmation, “but you said he got a lot award?”

“Not a lot, but at least the amount of his achievement more than his scandal,” Sarawat replied.

Third eyes never leave that one familiar figure in television, the famous director they’ve been talking about is currently answering some questions from the media. Third sighs.

“I hate that guy,”  

Both Sarawat and tine look at him like Third just said something scandalous,

“Why?” Sarawat is the one who breaks their silence.

Thine shrugs, “I just do.”

“You are not the kind of person who just hates people,” Tine chimes in, Third believes it’s because of his job Tine could judge a person easily.

“Or maybe you judge me wrong,” Third replied nonchalantly.

“No, I never judge people wrong. You certainly know that.” Tine insists, successfully make the other one prompts a deep sigh.

“We used to date.”

“What?” Sarawat half screams in shock while Tine drops his pizza.

“Like, dating? Like, in a relationship?” asked Tine disbelieve.

“Yep,” Third nods calmly, not really sure why do his friends act like this.

“Like, lovers?” now it’s Sarawat’s turn to make sure they heard him right.

Third hums a little and then proceeds to nods, “you can say that.”

“You broke up with him,” Tine isn’t giving him a question but Third nods again anyway.

“It ended badly.” He continues,

“Ooh, so bad that whenever I think about it I want to fucking throw a chair.” Third confirms Tine’s hypothetic argument.

“Let me guess,” Sarawat didn’t want to let this conversation aside, it’s a rare case where Third could spill all of his emotion along with what’s inside his head. Third gave him a puzzled look, “he cheated on you.” Sarawat continues.

Third laughs. Sarcastically, but loud. Tine shivers a little, for a second he thought Third has been possessed by Cruella.

“He may be a jerk, but he didn’t do that.” Third finally answered, “I mean, if he cheated on me I would never have to hate him this much, right?” the little one give another rhetorical question. Third chugs his cola before continue, “like, he is a cheater and my emotion is too precious even to think about him.”

Tine looks at third with confusion stamped on his face. “then… why?” he asked with a small voice. Doubtful since he knew it’s not his place to ask but he can’t hide that he’s curious.

Third lean his back to the sofa, his eyes fall on the white ceiling while humming like he tries to remember things. “I like him first, you know.” Third finally said after a long silence. He licks his upper lips, feeling wary but also wants to take out all this baggage once in his lifetime.

Both Sawarat and tine only look at Third in silence, but they offer the comfortable one as if encouraging Third to keep going with the stories.

“I confess to him first too.” Third continue, “He was a bit dense back then, also kinda had this super weird vision to date all girls from different faculty back in uni.” He slightly chuckles, reminiscing old days is challenging indeed. You could laugh when you remember a good one, yet you want to cry as well when you thought about the saddest part. As well as the embarrassing part which makes you cringe to the point you want to ask yourself why.

“We were best friends.” Third finally turn his head towards them, eyes glistening with tears but refuse to let them stream down.

“Turns out that’s why he agreed to have a relationship with me in the first place,” third blinks, finally one tear fall on his cheeks followed by another. Again and again.

“He took me for granted,” Third slowly inhale, “that man,” he point at television without even turn his head, “wanted to be my boyfriend because he didn’t want to lose his best friend, that he’s afraid to be left alone.”

“He never loved me,” Third exclaimed, wiping the trail of tears on his cheeks harshly. “he loves and cares for himself only.”

Being sympathy, Tine pulls Third’s little body and wraps his arm around Third. “you’re okay now Third.” Said Tine. Not knowing that his words make Third cries even more.

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“.. winning an award only after one year from my debut is really magical indeed. I’d love to thank anyone who supported me since day one. I’m still no one so I could be someone and win this award. Really, thank you so much…”

 

Khai heard a loud constant bang, someone is at the door but Khai doesn't really care even if it means his sleep would be disturbed.

“Oi, Khai! It’s Bone, please wake up!”

The rough voice passes through the front door making Khai groans loud. He finally opens his eyes, feeling drowsy yet try to wake himself up. The owner of this house walks straight to answer his door.

Bone, the mustache guy who’s been banging the door simultaneously looks at Khai in wary.

“Please don’t tell me there’s a woman inside.” Bone said in one breath.

Khai, still looked puzzled, just came out with a snort as an answer. He makes a room for Bone to get in anyway. After closing the door behind his back, Khai decided to wash himself up before asking Bone what he want.

Fifteen minutes later, Khai finds his friend’s currently reading some paper. That must be some works.

“They agreed?” Khai guessed, Bone lift his head looking at Khai directly.

“Yeah, pretty much we’ve secured this.” Bone throw the maps contain their contract with one of the beauty products. They’ve been talking about the new commercial film, saying they want Khai to direct it. Khai whistle, this big news uplifted his mood even though he had to wake up early.

The man open up the document Bone just gave, read the contract carefully along with the term of requirements in the paper.

“By the way,” Bone starts another topic, “he had another show here in Bangkok.”

Khai hums, “doesn’t matter since we’ve already secure this job.”

“Meaning, his news will be replaced by our works sooner.” Said Bone, making Khai nods his head in calm.

“Wait,” Khai suddenly changed his tone like he just realized something important, “he’s here?”

Bone lift one of his eyebrows, thinking. “Was, the runway was three days ago.”

“No,” Khai exclaimed, “here, look!” the man shows Bone one page of the document he’s been reading. The paper shows Third’s curriculum vitae, saying that he’ll the model for the CF that Khai would direct.

Bone looks at his best friend straight in his eyes, “It’ll be a disaster, won’t it?”

Khai shrugs, “it’s up to him, no?” he questions, laying his back on the chair he’s been seating

“Tell me again, why are you and him on each other throat?” there’s a clear confused tone in Bone’s voice.

Khai prompts a loud sigh, “He left me,”

The other raised his hand, “us, he left us Khai.” Bone interrupt, as if Khai muttered a wrong fact.

“Well,” Khai start, “it doesn’t necessarily right but fine.”

“My point is,” Bone tries, “you’re not the one who’s being left here, yet I don’t hold resentment.”

“You don’t get it.” Khai insisted, but never bother to explain to Bone. Always like this every time he and Bone had conversations about Third. Sometimes Bone wonders about Two too, as to why that certain man never wants to answer any of his or Khai’s call.

Suddenly their promises to make the production crew was left as mere words just like that. With Third left as well as Two unreachable, Bone’s stuck with Khai and somehow manage to enter the industry. Switching from sound to directing is surely hard for Khai. He needs to re-learn everything since he’s so used to having Third do all the hard works. One year and a half after Third departing, Khai and Bone had their first debut directing a short movie which make their path to this industry.

 

“… I am here to say that those CCTV footage showing me and the celebrity is real. It is me, and we were meeting at the hotel’s restaurant to talk about works. I must say that all the rumors are false because we were just talking…”

 

Khai walks out from the lobby hotel, all suits up along with sunglasses on his face. He walks full of confidence, despite knowing that most of the people in the lobby steal a glance at him, some even dare to speak (attempt to whisper, but fail) talk about him.

‘isn’t he the famous director?’

‘for making a lot scandal with women celebrities, you mean?’

‘I’ve watched his short movie on the interweb, he’s good.’

‘yeah, but his reputation isn’t,’

Khai doesn’t have time for that. he doesn’t care either people will talk dirty about him or not. The one who knows the truth is himself, so why bother wasting time clarifying people’s opinions towards him.

His eyes catch the red car that was parked right in front of the lobby, clearly waiting for him to get in. the window glasses slowly come down revealing the driver, Bone.

“Khai, come on!” He rushes Khai, impatient.

“Honestly, Bone, if you want to pick me up at least don’t make a scene.” Khai protests as he gets into the passenger seats, busy with the seat belt.

Bone scoffs, “honestly Khai, I think you had to stop making any scandals because at this point people won’t recognize you as the successful director anyway.” He said while starting the car’s engine, driving through Bangkok’s streets heading in their direction.

Khai makes a face, looking at Bone in his sharp eyes. “at least this girl really wants to talk, not like the other before.” He exhales.

“Really, Khai. Just stop doing this.”

“I can’t. We need exposure to keep making money, Bone.” Khai disagrees, knowing how exactly his industries work. The man sacrifices himself to form a scandal now and then, just to make sure that his name is well-known and appeared in the search bar. “Besides, none of all those news are true. You know I’ve changed, right?”

Bone shrugs, eyes never leaving the way in front of them since he’s currently driving. “no one knows better, Khai.”

“Yep,” Khai agrees, “it’s a fortune that I made the Casanova image back in uni,” he chuckles, making the other man laugh too.

“You are something,” Bone gives his opinion, “I wonder if Third knows…”

Khai fell into silence for a while, pondering about what Bone just said. “Maybe he knows,” he replied doubtfully, “doesn’t matter anyway,” he adds, not want to think about it more.

“Well, even if it does, you have the chance to explain now,” remind Bone, finally take turns in front of one white building and park their car swiftly. “Are you ready, Mr. director?”

Khai rolls his eyes, “I think I’m gonna puke,” he replied as he open the car’s door gaining a laugh from Bone on the other side.

 

Meeting Third after three years is not something he could imagine in detail. Sure, Khai already made thousands of scenarios of possibilities they would meet, maybe at a Gala, an award, or something. But this, with Third as one of the talent and Khai as a director who directs him. Khai never once imagine this one could actually happen.

Despite being confident on daily basis, Khai couldn’t lie that he is nervous. To him, Third is the epitome of an oasis in a desert. His first in every aspect of his life. The one who offers home and consistency in his cluttered life. The only person who can change Khai from being stubborn to relent in zero force. But then again, the fact that Third left him three years ago gave the impression that the little one is tired of him.

Or not?

Khai doesn’t really know, to be honest. Third left just like that, gone without a trace or even small goodbye. Not even any explanation of why Third did that and Khai just can’t stop questioning himself, why?

With all the access to communication had been blocked by Third, Khai only can ponder and mop. After a while, the man finally made up his mind and start resenting Third. For him to suddenly left, for him to suddenly took out all the water in the desert, and finally to give up on everything they both had. This too, is what makes the rivalry began. Khai is obsessed with beating Third, so he starts to count every time the little one appears in the magazines. With that, he needs to secure anything to shoot, either a short movie, an advertisement, or even a music video.

Khai gets up only to make Third understand that he is doing fine without Third in his life. (A blatant lie since every time Khai gets an award, he would shut in his room drinking whiskeys as a celebration and imagining Third’s with him all night until Bone came up in the morning to wake him up from his little world). A professional con artist, if Khai must give his opinion on what kind of life he’s been living three years without Third. He made a fake scandal only to get more exposure. He works hard to gets back at Third successful career but then manages to get some awards in the process. And now, finally be able to see the person he’s been resenting, the one who makes him stand on this very place, Khai doesn’t know how to act. (Might as well leave it to his impulsive side since he’s that desperate)

Bone taps one of Khai's shoulders, “hoy, Earth to Khai!”

Khai blinks his eyes several times before answering, “What?”

“Come, meet the staff first for briefing.” Bone points to the open room with his head.

Khai inhales, “right,” he nods as following the other into the room filled with his staff.

Time to work, Mr. Director.

.

Khai is currently talking to one staff in charge of the background shoot when all the talent for this advertisement come, including Third. The guy could feel Third presence even when his eyes hadn’t caught the small familiar figures. But eventually Bone taps him on the back saying that he should meet the talent.

His eyes could picture Third and two other models are listening to one staff who give a simple brief about today’s shoot as he walk inside the shooting area. Everybody’s busy preparing the pieces of stuff for today so that these raw materials for the commercial film could be collected as planned.

In his confident way of walk, Khai approaches them. The staff stop his talking for a bit, seeing Khai walking towards them.

“Here’s the director in charge, surely you guys know him, right?” the staff introduce Khai as soon as he stood right in front of them.

“Hello, my name is Khai,”

“Yes, director Khai, this is our gorgeous talent. Jingjing, Neen, and the only male model here, Third.”

“A pleasure to work with you guys,”

“N o, it is an honor for me, knowing how famous you are, Khun Khai.” Jingjing chimes in, Khai gave his simple smile in return.

Khai's eyes turn into the little man standing no more than three steps in front of him, suddenly quiet. Nonchalantly, Khai stretches out one of his hands towards Third.

“Long time no see, Third,” he tells him, clearly asking for Third attention.

The little man was startled, but finally, look at Khai right in his eyes. There’s something inside him that wants to tell the other man, something, anything, so they could at least had a conversation going not just a simple talk like this but Khai's words don’t come out from his head.

“Yeah,” Third finally answers, taking Khai’s hand in his for a formal handshake, “long time no see, Khai.”

“Oh, you guys know each other?” Jingjing again wants to be part of their conversation.

Khai looks at her still in his formal expression but Third notices he’s uncomfortable, “yes, we attend the same universities.”

“Guys, you’d better get ready with the outfit.” The staff reminds them, making Khai shift his gaze onto Third for the last time and then go back to see his work.

Be professional, Khai . He reminded himself.  You can talk to him later, after this. 

 

The shoot surprisingly went smooth, sure there was some little mistake but overall Khai is satisfied with the background, the properties, also the talents. Fortunately, all the talents listened to him very well. Also, all the staff who prepare everything to make sure this shoot was successful, Khai couldn’t stop thanking them ever since they call it and end.

This commercial film was only going to take one day shoot, now it’s ended, Khai should’ve had to feel relieved or at least happy about it. But his heart is left uneasy. They are supposed to have dinner together but Khai was about to bail out and give Bone his card to treat the staff, but he remember their talent may be coming too.

Here they are, someone reserved a Japanese restaurant near their shooting location. Khai seat in the middle of the table, Bone on his left, and Jingjing who’s suddenly made a seat for herself beside him. He doesn’t mind, not that he cares who seat next to him anyway. Yet his eyes can’t seem to avoid looking at the little man who appears to sit far away from him.

Khai frowns.

With Third right in front of him in person, all the hatred he felt towards the little guy suddenly vanish. Just like dew in the dawn slowly evaporate along with the sunrise. The guy himself is slightly confused, no, scratch that. Khai is conflicted between wanting to punch third in the face or just kiss him restlessly. He just misses Third a lot, maybe that’s why.

“Khun Khai, are you free after this? Maybe we should talk a little more?” Jingjing slightly nudges Khai’s arm, gaining his attention with her sentence.

Khai smirk, putting his fist under his chin and directly look at the woman, “oh, should we? Aren’t you tired after filming this whole day?”

Jingjing shakes her head, smiles widely as if she just win a lottery, “no, if it’s for Khun Khai, I would spend another minute even if my body begs to rest.”

“Ouch,” Khai put his palm on his chest, “I’m flattered Nong, I might fall for you this instance.” The man answered, gaining small giggles from the opposite. Khai's eyes still stay in front of him, but his ears listen to the little man’s reaction from the corner of the table. He heard Third muttered ‘puh’ seeing his interaction with Jingjing, maybe Khai’s hallucinating or maybe he just hope that Third notice him just once rather than ignoring him like when they were on set.

“You’re so funny, Khun Khai, no wonder every girl wants a piece of you,” Jingjing chimes in, apparently the conversation hasn’t ended.

“Yeah, I’ve got some reputation,” Khai agreed to her, slowly straighten up not looking at Jingjing anymore, “but I’m changed, you know, somebody made me and I wouldn’t want to disappoint this person.” He adds, pouring a beer into his glass.

“Oh.” flustered, Jingjing cough her embarrassment and excuse herself to the toilet. Khai doesn’t even glance at her even a little.

But Third is already gone, Khai felt tugs in his heart, the man wonders if Third heard what he just said to Jingjing. Felling all gloomy and upset, Khai pours his glass with alcohol, again and again, he doesn’t count. Up until Bone steals his glass and stops his hand from reaching the bottle of beer again.

“Please tell me you’re not drunk already,” Bone exasperated, wary but more worry about his best friend.

“Not yet,” Khai answers, he straightens his body and looks at Bone, “me? Drunk? Pft.” He scoffs as if Bone’s words were one of the best jokes he heard tonight.

“Yeah, your face all are red. I see.” Bone shoves mineral water to Khai instead of beer, urging the man to drink it to keep sober.

“I’m not drunk,” persistent, Khai’s words more sounds like he’s convincing himself rather than Bone.

“Just wash your face, will you? I’m taking you home now.” Bone tells him and Khai knows that his friend’s words are final. Thus, the man nods and goes straight to the toilet.

 

Khai washes his face several times, though he still feels dizzy Khai thought that the water splash already enough to sober him. The man look at his reflection, no wonder Bone didn’t believe his words earlier. Khai’s face was red, especially on his cheeks and nose. Khai frowns. Maybe he’s too caught up in relieving his nervousness tonight, so he didn’t watch his drink carefully. With Third missing from his seat too, might as well his plan to had a proper conversation with Third after this is useless.

He gave some time to think inside to toilet though, despite knowing Bone’s waiting for him outside, even maybe already put his car ready. But Khai stays still. Reflecting. Sighing. Wondering when will he get the opportunity to meet Third again. Back rewinding about today’s interaction between them, it’s not more than professional talks. Khai was directing and Third listened to him attentively while nodding.

Suddenly one of the toilet’s doors open. Startled, Khai spurt words incoherently, “sorry, I thought there was no one inside, I’m just washing up a bit, I’m sorry.”

There is a pause, not that long but more than enough to make Khai shift his gaze from the faucet onto the mirror, seeing the familiar little man standing behind his reflection.

“Khai?” Third voice came into his ears like an autumn breeze in the middle of summer. It chills him, but at some point makes the guy back relax again.

“Yes?” Khai asked, so much for a good response. The man turns around to finally be able to look directly at the little man. The one he missed the most. Maybe the universe gives him a chance, after all.

“You’re drunk,” Third commented, looking at Khai’s messy face as if the other man hasn’t much aware of his condition.

“Yes,” Khai agreed, just like that. always is with Third. Khai feels like he became a different person when he’s with Third, in a good way of course. Hence, the longing ace starts to showing on Khai’s. the man slowly takes one step forwards, surely make Third confuse.

“What are you doing-“ Third’s words were cut off because Khai just fell on him, casually put his head on Third’s shoulder along with his arms both on Third’s waist to keep the little man stay still. Third sudden response is predictable, at least to Khai. The little man roughly pushes him away from his body but Khai’s stronger than him despite being drunk.

“Just a little while,” Khai whispers to him, right beside Third’s ear. “please,” Khai adds, make Third’s body shivers a little.

Third was just about to let Khai rest for a while, just like he said when the other start snuggling his nose on his neck.

“Hey, what are you doing?!” Third warns him when Khai starts kissing his neck. Khai did stop. the man looks up with his sad expression, completely sulking as if Third just snatched away his favorite candy from him.

“Why?” Khai frowns at Third.

“You’re drunk,”

“Am not,”

“You don’t want me,”

“I want you Third, you, I only want you.” Khai rambles, shaking his head like he wants to make some thoughts gone, lie he wants to make sure that he is sober now, not some hallucination of him. in the meantime, Third saw this as an opportunity for him to shove Khai’s body off from him. he did eventually, but not so long after that Khai back pinning him on the nearest wall so Third won’t go anywhere. Both of Third’s hands are strangled with Khai’s as their lips crashing. It’s too sudden for Third and Khai doesn’t want to stop despite how Third tries so hard to push him away.

Let me show you how much I want you, Third. Khai murmurs in his head while his actual voices that came out only a mere groan. Third’s lips taste like beer he just consumes, sweet yet there’s bitterness in between tongues they shared. To Third, giving away is something he always does in Khai's case, this too, he thought nothing can make Khai stop kissing him so Third can’t help to play along. His hands moving too, make a place behind Khai’s neck while Khai deepens their kiss. Third lets Khai dominates, sucking his lips, licking, even bites him. They pull away from each other when both of them lack breathing.

As if just been struck by lighting, Third pushes Khai so hard. Caught in off guard making Khai look at the little man in puzzled.

“Why did you kiss me?” Third asked, like what they just did is an unforgivable sin.

“Because I want to,” Khai tells him in honest, but Third just scoffs at him looking in disbelief.

“Forget it,” Third straighten his body, already find his strength to stand on his foot.

“What? I can’t kiss my boyfriend?” Khai asked him, feeling no remorse at all since he and third never really had a proper breakup. Khai saw Third flinch then proceed to throw a sharp glance at him like Khai just spurt some nonsense at him.

“I’ll let this one passed, go home safely.” Third gives up then rushes to leave Khai behind. The man doesn’t even have time to try to stop Third from leaving. It happens too fast and Khai couldn’t even budge even a bit to make Third stay and had a proper conversation.

Khai just waste his one-in-a-million chance of meeting Third. He fucked up like he always does.

 

Chapter Text

‘… First met when we were in freshman year, both of us were late for the first meeting with seniors so we had to stay in the backline ...’

‘ … Of course, it’s me who reaches out first. I nudged his arm with mine and then asked his name. After the event, I asked his line ID so we could text each other ...’

 

In terms of sanity and holding back against his will for the sake of pride, Third could do it for most of the time. He rarely let himself act reckless and be impulsive over something that’s out of his prediction. But then Khai happened. Khai is always been Third’s Achilles heel, he lets Khai do whatever he wants with him. They would be going to the cinema just because Khai was bored not knowing the fact that Third has some errands to do for the theater club. Then he ditched Third because some girl just contact him to meet up. Third receive all of the horrible side and acts from Khai, yet he still wants to wrap himself in Khai’s arm.

What a fool.

Third managed to call a cab on the side of the road after he rushed out from the bar. On his way back, tears never stop streaming down to his cheeks. His vision is blurred by a huge amount of water that pools in the corner of his eyes. He hates Khai. He confirmed, so certain and positive. But what he hates the most is himself who can’t say no to his ex-boyfriend. Or still boyfriend, now that he remembered that he never break up with Khai, that Khai still thinks they are in a relationship.

Third calmly swipe his cheeks and take a deep breath. An idea passes in his head and without thinking twice Third taps the driver to change his destination.

Forty minutes later, Third get out of the car and calmly went inside the apartment building. He is familiar with the building despite only come here once. Third press the button in the elevator to get him on the fifth floor. He doesn’t hesitate to knock on a wooden door in front of him knowing the fact that he comes without invitation.  But Sarawat said he’s always welcome here , Third think. A justification, he may say, but he doesn’t care, doesn’t want to think further.

“Wat?” Third keep knocking, but there’s no answer. He bites his bottom lips. Great. He doesn’t know why he felt disappointed since it’s him who come without notice. Who will guarantee Sarawat’s in the house? None. Suddenly he feels dumb about himself, about what just happened, about everything. Really. Third gives his last time to knock only to prove himself that he’s dumb.

“Sarawat, are you there?” Third called, again. Yet he doesn’t hear any sound from the inside of the apartment. Third sigh. Lifting one his hand again but then put it back down.  ‘It’s useless,’  muttered him and then proceed to leave.

Maybe he should’ve not come here in the first place. Third only just manage to take one step before he heard something muffling inside the apartment and then the door in front of him is open.

Tine gasps, “Third?”

The little one snapped, “Oh, hi,” Third said suddenly feel awkward. He doesn’t expect this, more like he forgot about Tine. “Is Sarawat there?” he asked.

Tine puzzled, “Wat is in Tokyo doing a show?” he tells Third, totally confused since the other man is supposed to know about it already.

There is a blaring sound inside Third’s head, “oh, right,” he answered, “I’m sorry Tine, really, I- I don’t know what come into me, totally forgot that Wat is away,”

“No, no, it’s fine. Have you contacted him though? I could deliver him a message if you want, he’s probably asleep right now,”

Third shifts his gaze to his phone, and that successfully makes him feel even stupider, “oh my god I’m so  so  sorry Tine, I don’t- I know I should’ve not come here,” Third groans, it’s in the middle of the night. No wonder Tine took a long time to answer his door. Third prompt a loud sigh, “I’m so sorry, I’ll just leave-“

“No, that’s not- you know what? Just come in,”

Third look at Tine, now he finally sees the person in front of him clearly. Tine in his pajamas, his hair sticks out everywhere combined with his wary face. “Are you sure?” asked Third as he furrows his eyebrows.

“yes,” Tine assured him, making space for third to come in. “let me get you a cup of tea,” he adds, making Third shifts his body inside, and finally Tine closes the doors behind him.

“Have a seat, Third” Tine points at the sofa in the living room, everything is still the same since the last time he visits. Third obeys, while Tine goes to the kitchen making tea for both of them. Only a couple of minutes yet Third can feel like he’s bothering Tine. This situation is so stupid that Third think he is being foolish right now. Third planned to apologize again and then ask for leave.

Third still taking his mental notes when Tine appears with two cups of tea. Tine puts one cup on the table right in front of Third, “drink.” Tine tells him.

Third takes his cup and managed to thank Tine before taking a sip, “um, Tine?”

The other man look at Third, a gesture telling him that Third got his full attention, “yeah? Feel better?”

Third nods, “thank you for letting me in, I don’t know what to do if you’re not and I really appreciate it,”

Third expect Tine to scoffs, even swat his words away but the man just smiles at him. Third find sincerity in it. “You are very welcome third,” he said without looking away, “now, will you tell me what happened?”

Third avert his gaze, looking straight at his cup above his tight. His point finger circling the cup while Third thinks of a word and how to deliver it to Tine.

“I saw him today,” Third finally tells him, looking at Tine with an unreadable expression, “at work.” Third add, “Apparently he direct the commercial film I got in,”

“How do you feel?” Tine asked him, pure curious.

Third bites his bottom lip and mutters, “I don’t know Tine,” he sighs, “at first I was shocked, obviously, and then angry seeing that he seems fine. But when I ponder about it more, there’s only one feeling left,” Third silently moves his gaze and place it on Tine. The other man can see tears pooling on the corner of Third’s eyes, ready to fall again.

“I miss him, Tine,” There is bitterness on Third’s tongue when he said that. Third hasn’t managed to swallows back his tears, hence the waterfalls make their appearance again on Third’s cheeks. Tine scoots closer, proceed to put his cup down only to put his arm around Third’s shoulder.

“Tell me again why you hate him in the first place, Third?” Tine asked him, there’s no judgment in his tone thus Third thinks Tine will never judge him, or maybe he will but at least not straight to his face. Either way, Third feels safe with Tine.

“He doesn’t love me,” Third begin, “he only agreed to date me because he was afraid of losing me as his friend. He never- he didn’t see me as a lover even after we date.”

“And how did you know that?”

Third went silent. Tine question is very simple, is the common thing people will ask when they talk about this stuff. But Third can’t find the answer, fail to meet the words he needs to deliver.

“Did you ever ask him, Third?” Tine asked him again. This one successfully making Third gasp as he just realizes something.

Third shakes his head, “no, I didn’t-“ he mutters, “but I heard him talk with Bone, say that if I and Khai were dating, he’d probably accept me only because he doesn’t want me to leave him,”

“Did the word really come out from his mouth?”

Third gapes at Tine with horror in his face, “no- it was, that was Bone’s”

Tine prompts a simple smile, the one filled with perceptivity and satisfaction. “You should talk to him directly, Third.” Tine tells him, “not right now of course,” he adds while chuckles at his own words.

“Take your time, whenever you’re ready. But please do talk to him, okay?”

Third doesn’t know why he finds Tine’s words very persuading. To him listening every question and word from Tine, Third never feels pressured to answer yet he always obeys and manages to find his own voice replying to everything Tine’s asked or suggested.

Third look at the other man with his puppy eyes, now feeling a lot better. “Thank you, Tine. I owe you a lot.”

Tine pulls Third into his arm and pats his back several times, “no need, Third. You don’t owe me anything.”

Third sigh, somehow he felt the weight on his shoulder has been lifted. He is relieved after talking with Tine as if the man has some magic to make Third feel better. “Can I stay here for a while? I mean, I know I’ve been bothering you, but I don’t feel like going home in this hour-“

“You’re not bothering anyone, Third.” Tine cuts his words, “you can stay here as long as you need to.”

“Only for the morning,”

“Okay then, I’m going to get you a pillow and blanket.”

“Thanks, Tine,” Third tells him, “really, deep from my heart. Thank you so much.” He adds again, filled with sincerity.

‘… We formed a gang, actually, back when we were in college. We called ourselves Gang Hod because we ace each subject in film major. Me, Third, and two other friends, one of them is my co-founder, my work-partner, Bone. And the other is Two, a photographer who just held an exhibition at Modern Art Gallery last week ...’

‘… We promised to build our own house production then life happened and makes us drift away after we graduated …’

‘Not me and Bone cause we made ourselves famous without you …’

 

Like a déjà vu, Khai heard a long constant bang on his door. He groans as he’s trying to ignore the ruckus outside, mentally take a guess assuming that’s Bone again, harassing his front door so Khai won’t be getting enough sleep after his long night before.

“GO AWAY BONE!” Khai exclaim, covering his head with one pillow to prevent another voice from coming into his ear. But nope. The constant bang is coming back, Khai lets out a loud sigh, and surely his friend never listens to him.

Khai gets out from his blanket and groans, “Fuck,” one of his hand touch the side of his head, aching, courtesy amount of alcohol he consumed last night. “Fuck my life,” he muttered, hearing the banging on his door again.

“Alright stop it, Bone, I’m coming,” Khai tells him, manage to walk despite the ache he felt in his head.

Khai opens his door and can’t help to look puzzled.  I am hallucinating again , he thought to himself. Khai squints his eyes, disbelief at what his eyes perceive as he makes space for the man in front of him to get in.

“Uh, come in. I need to wash and take some aspirin first. Hangover.” Khai tells his guest while he takes some steps away heading to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes passed, Khai wiped his face with a towel out from the bathroom and drank his pill with loads of mineral water. His eyes wander searching for his guest, knowing the fact that Bone would just sit in his usual spot on the desk near the kitchen. But Khai sees no one.

The man walks out of the kitchen to find Third sitting on his sofa. Third.  His Third .

Khai clears his throat, gaining Third attention, and say, “you are not Bone,”

Third lift both of his eyebrows, “and you are not…. Two.” He answered, his voice fades out in each word he manage to say.

Khai scratches the back of his head, a total awkward after finding that he wasn’t hallucinating earlier. That his vision didn’t lie to him, it is really Third who’s currently sitting on his sofa in his living room right now.

“Do you want coffee? Or maybe tea? I don’t think I have one though but I can search, maybe Bone left some in-“

“Khai,” Third calls him, the voice is calm, and gaze never leave Khai. Third’s voice reaches his ears, successfully makes Khai shiver. He felt sudden waves inside his chest. Butterflies, thousands of them, flying in his stomach after such a long time up until he thought that he’s dying.

“Yes?” Khai managed to answer with a small voice. Almost doesn’t believe in himself.

“Come here, we need to talk- I need to talk to you.” Third said, eyes filled with a plea, and Khai swears he can see the wariness, the guilt, and honesty. But the man only searches for one.

Therefore, Khai follows what Third said as the little man bows his head. He sits across Third, “are you sure you don’t want coffee?” Khai asked him, actually try to lower the tense that’s been dancing around them because he can’t stand another second without passing out if it’s still high, on edge.

Third looks at Khai, meet the taller man’s gaze since Khai never look away, “coffee’s great,” Third complies, giving the other man smile along with his dimples on both cheeks.

Cute , Khai thought. For a few seconds, the man left in awe because of the expression Third gave him. Khai blinks multiple times and then proceeds to make two cups of coffee in the kitchen.

“I only have instant coffee, okay Third?”

“It’s fine Khai, anything’s fine.” Third answer is fast. In the meantime, the little man’s playing with his fingers, courtesy of his anxiety that’s suddenly rise. Third looks at his own feet, toes rising up and down, contemplating if he’s doing the right thing or not. Yet his head tells him, might as well go on with his original plans anyway since he is in Khai apartment now. There’s no going back.

Stepping sounds slightly make Third startled, Khai’s done with the coffee and now put one of the cups in front of Third.

“Thanks,” Thir murmurs, and Khai just smiles at him.

“So,” Khai starts after taking a sip of his coffee.

Third inhales, “so,”

“You said you want to talk,” Khai reminds him, “to me,” Third nods at Khai’s words, “what is it about?”

Third grimaces, he can’t stop playing with his fingers (now, nails) and Khai notices that. Fidgeting, Third is nervous. There are fifteen seconds of silence given by Khai because he knows that the little man needs more time to find his words.

“It’s okay, Third, it’s only me,” Khai tells him, an offer of comfort. It’s almost like reflect because Khai has known the little man for a long time, spent his college years with him, even live in an apartment after they got together for a year before Third decided to leave—left him.

Third lets out a half scoff-half chokes, “it’s because I am talking to you, Khai.” Third says, manage to shake his head in an attempt to clear his mind. Shoving away the fogs inside his head so he could get a clearer picture and finally talk.

“You can tell me anything, you know that,” Khai responds, Third’s words don’t make sense to him. The taller man starts to think that Third now doesn’t feel comfortable around him anymore, that all of those years they spent together gone like fire ashes.

Third inhales, “I’m sorry, Khai,” he starts, eyes finding Khai’s, puzzled.

Khai lets out a sharp breath and shoves his hair back, “look, if it’s about last night, please don’t-“

“No,” Third exclaim before Khai go further, “no, Khai, it’s about three years ago,”

Khai went silent, “oh,”

Third bites his bottom lip, again, anxiety creeping inside him way harder than before. “I know probably you are mad at me, hell, I think that’s the reason why you started the production house anyway, to gets back at me, right?” Third find Khai nods at his words then continues, “Khai, please tell me you knew why I left,” Third clasps his hand and join them on his thigh, looking at Khai as if his answer to Third’s question is the most important, hoping Khai had an actual idea of why Third did this to him.

“No,” Khai answered him, more like a whisper because it’s hard for Khai to find his own voice in this sudden confrontation. “Maybe you grew tired of me,” he adds, shrugging. “maybe you just didn’t want to be around me anymore, I’ve always known that I am hard to handle so I could figure that maybe you’re just tired, or I was tiring, or whatever, I don’t know Third- I mean, how am I supposed to know you when you left me without words? You were gone, Third, you-“

“I know, I’m sorry. I-“ Third doesn’t even realize that he’s is tearing up until one or some of his tears falls on to his palm, “I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I know, but still I’m sorry for everything, for throwing away what we had before if we ever did actually have something, for leaving you behind. It is entirely my fault, It’s none of yours, not because you’re tiring Khai, not at all,” Third replies, completely disagree with what Khai just said.

“Then tell me, Third,” Khai gets up only to come closer, on his knees in front of Third. Khai lets one of his hands reach the little man’s face to wipe his tears gently, “why did you leave me?” Khai asks, painfully in a slow tone that Third swears that it feels like someone just jab him with the sharpest knife on earth.

“I thought you didn’t love me,” Third lets out a loud sob, closing his eyes only to make more tears stream down onto his cheeks. More waterfall.

Khai looks at the little man in pure confusion, manages to wipe more tears, and then rub the side of Third’s hair to soothe him, Third’s eyes open. “Silly, right?”

Khai shakes his head, “mind to elaborate, Third?”

Third slowly inhales, “I overheard you and Bone talking about us, say that you would only agree to date me because you don’t want to lose a best friend like me,” Third takes a second to breathe, “and then suddenly it makes sense to me because there’s no way you would commit in a serious relationship with me when you had so many girls lining up for you, way prettier and better than me.” Third knows he may look like he’s giving some justification towards what he had done, but Khai wants him to elaborate so he keeps continuing, “you’ve been straight all along anyway, maybe that’s why too, you didn’t want to expose our relationship and keep it to ourselves despite we’ve been together for a year that time. Your several scandals with women celebrities after we parted proves my point too,

But this doesn’t justify my action though. I know I should’ve talked to you first. Communication is a key, but I guess I am bad at it.” Third end his rambles, finally takes one of Khai’s hands on his side face and squeezes it softly. “I’m truly sorry,” he tells Khai, eyes filled with nothing but sincerity and hope.

There’s a long pause that sure feels like an eternity for Third. despite knowing that Khai may not forgive him, the little man can’t help to hope.

“For the record, I never told Bone  that ,” Khai’s voice finally comes into his ears, with a face in a grimace, “I love you, Third. I loved you and I love you, I don’t need those pretty girls when I had you. I only want you,” he takes a deep amount of oxygen, “I am being honest with you,” Khai took their entangled hand and place Third’s palm on his chest, “feel it,” he tells Third.

The little man can feel Khai’s heart thumping in a race as if the other one has been running. “Beating so fast,” Third response gaining slight chuckles from Khai.

“Only for you, Third.” Khai replied, successfully makes Third blush.

Third blinks several times, clearing his vision from the trace of tears, and then laughs, “you’re so corny,” swats Khai’s hands away.

Khai laughs too, joining Third who seems more comfortable now, “just say you like it,”

Third shakes his head, disbelief yet enjoys hearing Khai’s laugh because it’s been way too long since the last time he heard one.

“I miss you,”

Khai sighs and puts his head on Third’s shoulder, “like crazy, Third.”

The little man smiles, “so, are we okay now?” he asked and Khai only hums in answer. Third sneaks his hand around Khai’s shoulder, pats the back of his head several times only to make Khai snuggles his face more on him.

“I want to kiss you,” Khai murmurs, and Third shivers at his words. The man can feel Third’s body going tense for while so he pulls his head to look straight at Third’s eyes, “can I kiss you?”

They are so close, a few inches away and Third can feel Khai’s breath on his cheeks. Gave in, Third nods and closes his eyes slowly. In a split of seconds, Third feel something soft pressing his lips, Khai’s. This one is completely different from the kiss they had last night. No scent of alcohol, no dizziness, just them. Khai moves a little, tilt his head to press more, testing the water before opens his mouth to suck Third’s upper lip. Third reciprocates his moves, slightly open his lips only to allow Khai’s dipping more. Khai’s lips taste like coffee he just drank. Instead of bitter, Third finds it’s unalienably sweet. Khai swallows his groan at the same time with Third decides to push his tongue and meet Khai’s in the process.

Third clenches his fist on Khai’s shirt, and the other man hasn’t stop tracing every part of Third’s lips until both of them are out of breath. Third taps Khai’s shoulder as a sign for him to stop, that the little man needs to breathe, both of them do. In slight annoyance, Khai pulls himself only to sulk that successfully gaining chuckles from Third.

“What a baby,”

“Don’t blame me, I haven’t got a kiss for three years.” He has a point, Third ducks his head and rolls his eyes.

“Okay,” Third doesn’t want to argue and ruin the moment they had here.

“Hey, Third?” Khai calls him, and Third hums to tell him that he’s listening.

“Are we still boyfriend, then?”

Third stunned, not expected this question to come up, to be honest never expect Khai to accept his apology. “I don’t know, are we?”

Khai frowns, “we never break up so you’re still my boyfriend.”

“Okay,” Third agrees, can’t help to grin from ear to ear, mirroring Khai’s expression.

“Tell me,” Khai asks

“I’m your boyfriend,”

“And?”

Third scoffs a little before continue, “You are mine,”

“Good,” Khai kisses Third all over his face, starting from forehead to cheeks to nose and last, his lips. Makes a loud smooch sound after. “I’m telling Bone and Two,” he adds and Third knows he isn’t asking for permission.

“Sounds good to me,” Third replies, still smiling now flushed, face completely red.

 

 

‘ … regarding our latest post on social media, we’d like to confirm that, yes, we are having a serious relationship. I am serious with you, Third, please take a footnote and we would like to ask for your blessing so I and Third could stay together for more than thirty years … more than thirty years is way certain than forever anyway … ‘

‘… We’ve been dating for six months-

‘Four years—‘

 

‘… Right, four years and six months …’