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‘Back at one’

The soft morning sunlight streams through the bright cream-colored curtains, waking up those who are immersed in sweet dreams even though they are not fully rested.

“Um…” The naked body under the thick duvet slowly lifted up and writhed in exhaustion. He bent down to find a shirt that was on the side of the bed and put it on.

His small palm rubbed his hand against his own cheek to add warmth and he muffled a yawn. He raised his hand to gently brush the hair that was falling on his forehead until the oversized shirt he was wearing fell from his shoulders until he heard a whistling sound behind him. When I turned around and saw another person lying down and smiling, he smiled sweetly at me.

“Have you been awake for a long time?”

"Wake up before us...sleepy" He said teasingly not too seriously but he had actually been awake for a long time. But I pretended to be asleep because I liked seeing the other person's just-awakened expression, like a sleepy kitten... It was so adorable to look at.

Now it's the same with red lips. With those smooth, chubby cheeks I didn't know whether to be affectionate or to pull him and fight him to my heart's content. He thought happily and twitched a light smile before wagging his finger to call out.

“Huh…” He looked confused but moved to crawl and sit next to him. The other person kissed his lips and shook his head. When he saw his hand gently slapping his lap, he understood... What a hypocritical person.

“Oh, you…” Seeing the delay, the impatient person scooped up a white figure and floated it onto his lap, not hesitating to press his high nose down to caress the crook of his white neck. Gently rub your cheeks with a soft, sweet scent like bread, enticing you. He moved up and leaned against the head of the bed, wrapping his arms around the other person loosely. Glittering eyes looked at him with delight. Ah…look at the red bruise on his neck and the bite mark on his smooth shoulder.

A large shirt that fell all the way down to the middle of the back, showing rose-colored kiss marks interspersed with the milk-colored back…so sexy.

He moved the people above him to face each other, his eyes fixed on his red lips, slightly swollen from his actions last night, his hand gently brushed his chin and lifted it up gently. Fingers spread the edge of her mouth to make it open before bending down to gently kiss and rub it back and forth. The soft, flexible touch feels like you're tasting sweet jelly, tongues teasingly touching each other.

White arms clung to the wide shoulders as a base of support until the other person thought of slipping his hand into the oversized shirt that belonged to him, but when the other person put it on it was cute enough to be crushed into a pile. Until a small hand gently touched her arm and he pulled away from the kiss lazily.

“I'm not being naughty, I have work tomorrow. I can't go right away."

"Wow...that's such a pity." Yan's voice moaned, smiling so charmingly that he couldn't help but feel annoyed. He lightly smacked his strong chest. The person who had been hit laughed and laughed. He secretly looked at the other man's unusually colored cheek and gently touched it with the back of his hand. The other man was startled a bit, closing his eyes but holding it for a while, pressing his cheek against his hand as if absorbing the warmth from his palm. Hmm...this really has a boyfriend who's a kitten.

“The body is crowded and seems to have a fever.”

“Because of who…” he grumbled, but didn't move away. The person with good hearing heard this and smiled faintly, smoothing the strands of the other person's soft black hair. Press a soft kiss to the smooth forehead and whisper in the ear.

“I don't know whether to apologize or not. Because even if I go back in time, I probably won't be able to resist…”

12:00 Am

His eyes blinked rapidly to get rid of the burning sensation from the bright sunlight hitting his eyes, reaching out to pick up his glasses on the bed and putting them on. Looking at the durian clock on the wall, it said exactly noon. This was unusual for a morning person like him.

But on days when I don't feel well like this, when I get a lot of sleep, I feel a little more energetic. Which is considered a good thing.

Sitting and lingering for a while before getting up, folding the duvet and making the bed, leaving the room and walking to the kitchen first. I wasn't very hungry. But with this other person, I can believe that after he finished drying himself and taking him to bed to rest, he probably still hadn't eaten anything except the chrysanthemum juice in the refrigerator...

Smiling slightly at his own thoughts, he opened the refrigerator. I looked at everything silently in my head, thinking endlessly, but when I realized that I wasn't feeling well, I tried to think of a menu that was the least complicated.

If so...each person has a bowl of pork porridge. Having concluded that, I took the things I was going to use and went to the kitchen...it took me less than fifteen minutes to almost finish. The rest was waiting for the water to boil.

Put your face in and look at the rice in the pot until the steam fogs up your glasses. Secretly sighing in frustration, he took off his glasses and wiped them until the fog had completely disappeared, then put them back on. He stepped back and collided with the other person's hard chest. Turning to see a familiar face with a confused expression, he smiled and nodded towards the boiling rice porridge in the pot.

"Wait a second. You must be hungry when it's almost finished."

When he saw the other person smile back, he turned and picked up a spoon and stirred the rice into the pot. Bend down and turn off the gas before scooping into a bowl, pouring in the prepared soup, followed by minced pork, sprinkling with coriander, scallions, and fried garlic, and you're done.

Turning to call the person waiting to come and add seasonings, he handed over a bowl, but was a little startled when another person walked up behind him, a warm touch on the waist and a warm breath on the nape of the neck, causing him to tickle so much that he had to wrinkle his neck and escape.

“What are you playing with? You're done. Aren't you adding anything?"

“Please fill me up.

Bebe…”

A muffled voice spoke against the shoulder of the person in his arms, a little amused by the older man's pleading expression. Before scooping rice into your own bowl, you hand pick out condiments and add two bowls of porridge to add color to your meal. When finished, send it to the person behind you.

The fragrant pork porridge was brought to the dining table along with water, waiting for the kitchen to come and sit before starting breakfast that was included as lunch today.

The moment was replaced by silence accompanied by the sound of rain that continued to fall from last night. There is no conversation but it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable in any way. Sharp eyes stealthily looked at the person in front of him, smiling slightly when he thought of something. The other person looked up and saw that he was being stared at, and he looked suspicious.

"Is there something wrong? Looking at each other like this, do you want to have something to do with it?" He said while making a teasing face, scooping up rice porridge to eat until the viewer wanted to reach out and pinch his tight nose, which was red with the fever, making it even redder. More than before with diligence

“It's nothing…” He smiled softly and looked down. He reached out to play with his chin. “Just seeing this makes me think of the first day we met.”

   It’sundeniable… that we should be together…

  It’s unbelievable how I used to say that I’d fallnever

Hearing that, the audience didn't answer. He only let out a faint smile and sent it to the people sitting there staring.

“That day I wore a pink shirt like this…standing white. Singing with a full face on stage.”

"Ah, and you're wearing a black t-shirt, sitting with an embarrassed face at a table on the left, almost in the back row."

“I only sing other people's songs. The band itself feels like there will only be I'm only delaying one song, haha…”

“Oh…that's what they asked for. But when you saw him bobbing, I didn't think you were listening intently to us singing.”

   The basis isneed to know, if you don’t know just how I feel,

   Then let me show you now that I’m for real…

"Um, really, I wasn't interested in the first place."

“But enough 'people' are interesting. Everything else seemed special.”

   If all things in time, time will reveal…

   Yeah…

“H…oh, what are you talking about? It's so greasy." He bowed his head and said indirectly as he picked up a drink of water and avoided the teasing glances. Huh… those red cheeks probably weren't because of being sick.

“Let's just say...time passes quickly. From that day, three years have passed.”

“Ah, but really, it took three years and more than a month to soften up. I don't know how much I spent on alcohol while watching you sing.”

“Ha ha, you are drunk. Take us and claim it.”

“Um, drunk…both drunk and drunk on love. Otherwise, why go to the same shop every day, right?

J”

   Soincredible the way things work themselves out…

   And all emotional, once you know what it’s allabout, babe…

“That matter…”

“If you don't know how to keep working at the same shop, why keep doing it?”

   Andundesirable for us to be apart…

  Never would’ve made it very far…

"Hm, I didn't know that before," he said in a slow voice but twitched a mischievous smile. His sharp face moved closer until their noses touched, causing the other person to lightly push his face away, almost in time for the person to be pushed to laugh in his throat. while joking

“Then you really have to thank me, right? You got a band to play with. Including the cost of alcohol…”

“Ah… are you saying this to thank me? We will tell you.”

“Oh, I'm not demanding it from you. Demand this with you.”

“What? Why do you have to come and demand from us?” A soft voice murmured. The audience smiled faintly and stretched up to lean on the chair. Slender fingers tapped the table rhythmically and a deep voice sang lines from a familiar song…

   ‘Cause youknow you’ve got the keys to my heart

   ‘Cause…’

   ‘One… you’relike a dream come true

   Two…just wanna be with you

   Three…girl, it’s plain to see that you’re the only one for me

   Andfour… repeat steps one through three

   Five…make you fall in love with me

   If everI believe my work is done…’

Move your hand and jerk the hand of the person who is sitting with their head bowed so that they look up and meet their eyes, their mouths lift into a smile before singing the next line.

   ‘ThenI’ll start back at one’

...sentences that make the listener's heart flutter

"this…"

“Hm.”

“I have something to tell you,” he said, moving his hand around like he wasn't sure. “It might not be very touching. You know, I'm not very romantic.”

Hearing that, he gently squeezed his hand back, giving off a sweet smile that made the onlookers feel relieved of their worries before smiling a little back. Gaze into the sweet, round eyes beneath the still frame of the glasses.

“The first day we met...the songs you sang, your bright eyes, your beautiful smile, everything about you. It might sound too exaggerated. But it made me believe in 'love at first sight'.

You probably still remember. There was a time when my life was completely ruined and I encountered social trends in bad things. Plus, I'm so sick that I can't do the things I love. It's like life is dark in every way. At that time, I even thought of disappearing from this world...

But at the time when I thought there was no one left. Turn to look next to you, there's still you. Even if you could just leave me there by myself. But that day you chose to stay by my side all night.

I really can't think of anything. If I hadn't gone to that store that day If we don't meet, if I don't have you, what would I be like..."

I didn't have time to say anything further. The warmth dripping into his palm made him stop.

"That's enough, you don't have to say anything..."

Sharp eyes secretly looked at the person who was looking down and avoiding his eyes with various feelings. He didn't ask the person in front of him why he was crying. He didn't comfort me or tell me to stop crying. Just sit still and let the other person cry like that. Before moving your face closer to say what you want the person in front of you to know...

   “Thank for came and breathed new life… just in the nick of time.”

Thick lips gently pressed against the back of her smooth, beautiful hand, and her smooth face lifted up. Round eyes filled with clear water drops. His rough hand reached out and smoothed out the teardrops that were smeared on his white cheek, giving him a small smile. Bright lips that were slightly pale because of the fever spread into a sweet smile that he considered as beautiful as they had been since the first day they saw them.

Even though there are many things I want to say...but let's face it, we still have time for each other for the rest of our lives.

“Then you agreed to ask for something from us…”

“Oh, that…” A smile curled his lips. Move forward and whisper the answer in your ear. As soon as he heard this, his face became brighter. Mouth pursed tightly with embarrassment Before whispering a reply...

“You don't have to ask for that matter…”

The moments of Khun Luang Pradit and Khun Ying Issara were so good for the heart///screaming Makes us happy and happy again until it becomes another glue fic.

XDDD

***This is a later event from

versace on the floor

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https://writer.dek-d.com/Kit_Kattyjung/story/view.php?id=1614171

P.S. This is my second fic. Yay---!*Holds up his hand and spins it around. After reading, if you get stuck anywhere, you can criticize as usual.

P.S. 2. What did the last sentence say to Issara? :) Try imagining it yourself///getting slapped.

P.S. 3 Enjoy reading, hehe:>