This is the second story of this couple. The truth is, I wrote it 2 weeks ago but forgot to post it (I was taking exams during that time, haha;;;)

This story comes from our imagination. I don't want to cause any damage to any person. Your personality may not require you to follow Cars too much.

Men love men's content. If you don't like it, you can turn it off. No drama.

Finally, thank you for reading:)

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The green thorny figure was now sitting and looking at the screen where someone's figure was projected onto a stage with a spotlight shining on it.

A raven black bird that moved with the other's movements. A black beak protrudes from the mask. His robes, which looked bulky because of the black feathers, shook with his strength.

A hand clad in black leather gloves stretched out in front of him as if reaching for something. The other hand held tightly to the microphone. A hoarse voice came out from that singing. Making the listeners close their eyes with the passion in his voice.

Staring into the eyes under the mask through the screen It was as if he wanted to see through what was obscuring his face. For a moment, he felt like he and the person on the screen made eye contact.

We didn't make eye contact at all…..

He grumbled to himself in his heart. It was as if he wanted him to stop thinking about himself. Averting his eyes from the screen, he shook his head and patted his mask as if to regain his senses, causing the guard standing on the side to ask in bewilderment.

“Is something wrong with your durian mask?”

"No, it's nothing."

"Are you sure? Are you going to rest first?"

“I'll go soon after the show is over.”

Durian Mask turned to look at his card and smiled under the mask at the care and concern of the other person. Even if he doesn't see it.

He turned his attention to the person on the screen again. He seemed to have finished singing. The owner of the Thorn Mask had a slightly regretful look on his face as he let out a muffled murmur.

“Wow, it's over…”

He turned his head and nodded to his guard before standing up and pretending to walk out of here. But there was a voice calling out to him first.

"durian"

"Oh, Pony."

He turned his head back to the female conversation partner in front of him. She rocked back and forth, her long pink hair flowing with her movement.

“Did you listen to Mr. Crow singing just now?”

“Listen.”

“He's really great! I really like the wagging part."

I think back to the image of the other person singing the hook that had to make me cry and have a black hand sticking out in front of me. A turbulent feeling rushed from head to toe when thinking of another person.

“Ah...um, awesome.”

“What are you doing?”

The bass sounds hoarse even though it's passed through a converter mic. Said behind the small figure who was the owner of the plaid suit. The woman who was standing alone in the conversation now saw that the person she was talking about was in front of her. She almost screamed with joy immediately. It was different from the other person who stood still and looked down.

“Mr. Crow!”

The girl's body almost immediately rushed to embrace the third person's body. If it doesn't show that there is a card. Seeing the expression of a child who found a girl's favorite thing in front of him, the young man under the black crow mask smiled faintly.

"yes"

“You sing really well. I'm standing there in amazement like stucco!”

“It's not that much.”

“It's that much. I'm totally in love with your voice. Hehe."

Some raised their hands to where they assumed their mouths would be and laughed with delight. The person being praised could only smile in silence. He noticed the strangeness of the figure in front of him, who stood with his back turned quiet. So he chose to change the topic of conversation to allow another person to participate, even though the other person could have just inserted it himself.

“Khun Durian also sings beautifully.”

“Yes, the durian sound is very clear. It's crystal clear like glass."

“The more international songs, the better. I like Mr. Durian's voice too.”

I like….the sound…..Khun Durian

I like….Khun Dut------

“Oh, where is that durian going?”

A voice that had been distorted to the point of being a little sharp, spoke up as he saw that the person who was the topic of conversation was walking away from the conversation.

“I feel like I'm a little dizzy.”

The owner of the green plaid outfit in front of him didn't even turn to look… Strange.

"Get well soon. Get plenty of rest, Pony is worried." The only woman in the group waved goodbye to the small figure. When he saw that the other person responded, he just nodded and walked away. She immediately turned to the other person.

“Durian didn't argue with you, right?”

“Why do you ask like that?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise at being suddenly asked like this. We hardly talked. When will we have time to argue?

“I saw the durian was quiet when you came in.”

Yes, the Black Bird Mask nodded in approval. He noticed that after he walked in, the other person seemed to be completely silent. Even before this, he was still talking to the girl in front of him.

Or did he do something to make the other person angry….?

The more I thought about it, the more I seemed to lose my wits. I'm running out of wisdom and I want darkness. Nervous about wanting to eat Para…..crow is stressed.

“Did I do something to make Mr. Durian angry?…” asked the other person in a tone that seemed hopeless to think of an answer. Are you good at playing checkers? I can't think of anything like this.

“If you don't know, I probably don't know either….”

“Oh, is Mr. Crow serious about durian?” The woman in front of her put her hands behind her back before leaning forward to come close to the face beneath the other person's feathered face. She tilted left and right as if to make sure. The sound of laughter coming from the tiny microphone beneath the mask was heard.

“No, but I want to eat paracetamol.”

“Oh! You can just say it directly. Very indirect, be careful, it's too late."

Seeing her conversation partner's silence, she almost burst out laughing. The pink wig moved back and forth with the girl's swaying. I was happy to see both of them react like this.

“I have a method,” a woman's voice said with a hint of mischief in her voice.

“Do you want to know?”

3 days……

It was a time that didn't seem long compared to others. But for himself it was very difficult. It had been three whole days since he had avoided anyone. Normally, we hardly ever see each other, and the more he hides away like this, the more so. I hope the other person doesn't notice…..how will they notice? What are you hoping for?

A soft sigh came out through the mask, but even his guards couldn't hear it. His two legs walked along the path. On the way, he met the staff and greeted them in his usual irritating way. which created quite a stir from that area.

“Durian is here!”

“Huh?”

The owner of the plaid shirt turned to look at the sound of his voice and saw the same petite girl with pink hair running towards him.

"Is something wrong with me, Pony?"

“There is something I want to talk to you about. Can we go talk in Durian's room?"

“Sure, why not?”

“Then go wait in the room first. Pony will follow."

As he finished speaking, her little body rushed out before he could reply. He could only smile a little under the mask because the other person looked like a child. He said goodbye to the team and hurriedly walked towards his dressing room. When they reached the front door of the room, the Thorn Mask turned back to his guard. He nodded as if to convey something before his guard nodded in response.

Spiked Gloves reached out and grabbed the knob and turned it open. He stepped into the room before closing the door. Decided to go sit in the chair in front of the dressing table. The green spiked gloves were taken off and placed on the table, along with the outer suit that had been taken off and draped over the seat. Staring into the mirror, meeting my own eyes Suddenly he saw that the door was opening and he stood up and turned around.

“I'm waiting, Phon--------”

But if the figure in front of him was not the person he had made an appointment with or not……the black figure that was closing the door to his room. A mask with a shiny black beak protruding from the front. The outfit looked bulky because of the feathers that moved with the person's movements.

tight

The loud noise was caused by the owner of the room pushing his thighs over and causing his back to hit the table. This caused the items on the table to be scattered all over, some of which fell to the floor. Realizing what he had done, he hurriedly regained his composure before walking out of there, intending to head towards the door.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?”

A loud sound came from the transformed feather mask. But it's still husky, which is unique to another person. Looking down at the touch on his arm, he saw that the other person was holding it himself.

"Let go, I have business with Pony."

He avoided meeting eyes under that feather mask…….

"Mr. Pony has nothing to do with you."

“How would you know? Just now---”

“He was the one who arranged you for me.”

A small hand tried to pry the other person's hand that was holding his arm free. Various feelings collided with each other until it became a complete mess, and so did his thoughts. All he knew was that he had to get out of this room first.

"Tell me to let you go."

“No.”

“Oh my! Let go……ah!” The small figure lost his balance as he violently flailed his arms out of the other person's grip. Make yourself lose control and slip. He closed his eyes as he was about to feel the pain he was about to experience.

But there was no such feeling at all…… He slowly opened his eyes in worry before feeling surprised. When he felt a strange touch that seemed to be hugging him,

Huh? Hug?

The small figure hurriedly opened his eyes and glanced upwards. A black feather mask appeared before his eyes. The protruding beak from the front was only a few tens of centimeters away from his spiked mask.

"release!"

His voice, which had been distorted until it sounded out of tune, was now harsh. Two bare hands trying to push the chest of the person who was hugging them to loosen their hold. This caused the person under the pitch black mask to wrinkle his eyebrows in confusion. The more the other person pushed him, the more strength he held. causing quite a bit of dissatisfaction to the small body

A loud grunt was heard coming from that tiny microphone. He lowered one hand to turn off the microphone under the mask.

"What are you angry at me for?"

A deep, hoarse voice asked in a tone that sounded hurt. The small figure's face immediately brightened. It's a good thing that his mask is covering him, otherwise another person must have seen it. It took several minutes before he found his voice.

"....I'm not angry at you."

“Then why did you avoid me for 3 days?”

There was no answer from the body in his embrace. I heard another person's voice seem to say something, but it was quiet as usual. Silence filled the entire room. He was still waiting for the little figure's answer, but the other person didn't seem to speak. So it had to be him who had to speak first.

"Do you think I haven't noticed?.....Do you see what kind of person I am?"

“And that careless attitude again. What is it?”

Without speaking, the hand wearing black leather gloves caressed the hand of the figure inside the embrace that had no thorn gloves as usual. The person who was touched accidentally let out a cry before quickly shutting up when they realized it. The lips beneath the black mask quirked up in delight as another's cry sounded out. It's a shame….that he wanted to hear another person's real voice more.

A hand covered in black leather gloves lifted up to touch the other person's mask. Gently slide it under the chin. Gently turning off the microphone, the owner seemed to freeze. He raised that hand and pulled up his mask to reveal only his mouth. Before using his mouth to pull the black leather gloves off to reveal slender white hands.

"Tell me what you're angry at me about."

The other party remained silent. He decided to raise his unobstructed hand and touch the thorny mask that adorned the face of the person in front of him. He wanted to rip off this mask. I want to know what kind of expression he's making under that mask.

Are you angry, confused, or scolding him in your heart?

I could only think to myself in my mind without thinking about asking his opinion. Since he didn't want the answer from his mouth, it was the other person's face. His hand slowly lifted the other man's mask lazily. Slide it up until it reaches the bridge of the other person's nose and look clearly at the face in front of you.

Ah……this is definitely bad. Not very good at all….

His face turned extremely rosy. A small mouth opened as if inviting. He still couldn't see what kind of expression the eyes were giving off under the mask. If he revealed everyone else's mask, he would probably………….

“....Just one person...”

“...What did you say?” the small figure who had been silent for a long time asked the black-robed figure in confusion. His brain just a moment ago didn't have the time to process it as if it had started working again just now. Feeling the other person's arm relax the force of the hug.

“Make a face like this so that only me can see it.”

"Because I don't want other people to see."

"I'm jealous"

The sentences slowly uttered from the mouth of the person in front of him caused his body temperature to double. I don't understand why the other person didn't just end it in one sentence. Why speak so slowly and clearly like this?

This is a person. I can be shy. I understand……

“Then what are you angry at me about? Can you answer me?”

“...I'm not angry.” The voice that came out sounded so muffled that the listener's face was messed up. Then he lowered his face, which was half covered by a mask, closer to the person speaking.

"I said I wasn't angry."

“Then why are you hiding your face?”

“Well……well…” A slender white hand rose above his chest. Fingers bumping into each other like he was unsure of himself. Naturally peachy lips pursed together slightly in worry. He had an answer in his head, but he couldn't answer a single word.

“If you don't answer, I will hug you like this until you answer.” Without another word, his arms hugged the small body tighter. The Thorn Mask looked up and looked at the culprit almost immediately. If I had to guess, he would definitely be looking at him with hammered eyes.

“I….like…….yeah…”

“I like…you….”

“I'm just kidding.”

A wide smile appeared on his white face. He felt the strength of the other person's hug decrease until the arm holding him fell to the owner's side. His legs moved back to get away from the towering figure in front of him. The other person looked unusually quiet, causing him to feel shocked.

“We were joking around until I almost had a heart attack.”

“When I saw how quiet it was, I thought I had a heart attack.”

“I might as well have passed away.” A smile lifted just the corner of his mouth. But it creates serious consequences for those who look on. Keep the symptoms…..Keep the symptoms….

“Teasing around like this is not good.”

“Yes, not very good.”

A black half-masked face was brought into close range. The small figure accidentally took a step back without even looking that his back was stuck against the door. I instinctively turned around and looked back to find that the face was closer than ever.

“Stop teasing me.”

“I like you.”

“Ha……huh, what?”

“Just kidding.”

Leaning closer, he whispered in a voice that contained a hint of slyness. Every word that was whispered in the little man's ear created a heat within him. He could only turn his head away, but he seemed to be getting into the other person's way even more. Because the other person seemed to be moving closer to him.

"I love you"

“Just kidding again.”

"I'm just a straight-talking person."

"...I'll go first."

The small figure's hand reached for the knob and turned it to open it. But no matter how hard he tried, it seemed like it wouldn't open for him. Until he had to turn around and find the door and try to open it again and again. But it didn't seem like it would open at all. Until he heard a throaty laugh from behind. Causing him to inevitably turn around and make eye contact with another person.

“Is there something funny?”

“I was the one who locked the door…” A single gloved hand reached into the black feather robe. before pulling out his hand and holding something up for him to see in front of him.

“The key is here.”

“Please give it back.”

A small hand reached out and wanted to take the key back from the other person. But the figure in front of him moved his arms to raise them higher than before. Until the thorny body lost control and swooped into the other person's chest. When he realized this, the smaller hand pushed the other's chest away but was grabbed by the waist to bring them closer together. A hot breath hit the reddened face of the person being hugged.

“I won't give it back. Until you say you love me.”

The older man pushed until his back was against the door again. The face decorated with a feather mask was brought closer than ever. And then he felt the weight of another person crushing on top of him……...