(WARNING : 15+

There may be some harsh words to show the closeness of the characters.)

Hello, I'm a new author.

My pen name is

TheNarrator

And this is my first short novel. If there are any mistakes, I apologize. Please follow and watch my little work grow!

For this story, I plan to write a short story, completed in one chapter, to test my story-writing skills.

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(WARNING : 15+

There may be some harsh words to show the closeness of the characters.)

“Come on, let's take pictures! After all, it's our wedding day!”

"um! This time, we'll show you both! I don't want the groom to be out of frame!”

white flowers falling It's like something eternal. pure love that I will give to him I want to hug him I don't want him to go anywhere. I want to take care of him for the rest of my life. I want to...

Clink.

And then the damn alarm clock rang. An ordinary-looking young university man got out of bed in a sleepy state. along with being puzzled by the dream that had occurred What happened? Who was that person in the dream? There are many questions in my head. I just thought about it and got a headache. So he got up to open the window to see the gloomy early morning atmosphere caused by the rain that had fallen all night.

A little light filtered into the room. It shows a room full of collectibles and a computer desk full of textbooks. From the window outside, looking out, all you could see was The traffic stuck on the road never goes away. Grand but empty skyscrapers surround the canalside neighborhood where he lives. The young man sighed heavily before speaking in a soft voice,

“It's raining again today. No matter where I go, it won't be the same as before."

He sat down in the chair in front of the computer table in his room and turned on the computer to find something to do while contemplating the dream that had just occurred.

“Is that a dream? Wedding day? groom? What the fuck? My head hurts like crazy! Eh, or is it some sort of omen? Am I getting married soon?! I haven't even seen the bride's face yet. I don't even have a boyfriend yet. What kind of gifts is God going to give out now?!”

The young man mumbled to himself and scratched his head because he didn't understand what the hell that dream was. But his thoughts were interrupted when a notification sounded from his computer. It was a chat from my roommate.

“Kant, are you awake yet?”

This message came from his friend Kawee. Kan quickly regained his composure before thinking any further and focused on the chat instead.

"Wake up, what's the matter?"

“I'd like to help with some work. Can I come and find it? Today in the afternoon."

“Wait, isn't it raining?”

“The work is quite urgent. Can you come? Come find a dormitory.”

"Ah, okay, let's just get out of the rain."

Kan felt a little uncomfortable because it was raining here. It's difficult to go out anywhere. But because a friend asked for urgent work and wanted to leave the house privately. Kan then quickly turned off the computer, turned off the lights, checked again to see that nothing was left open, then went to pick up a helmet and raincoat to put on and walked out of the room.

Go downstairs to the second floor where he sleeps. Kan's house is a noodle shop that his father owns. There aren't many customers today because of the rain and Father Kan thinks that no one will want noodles at this time. Kan's mother passed away a long time ago, so there is a picture of her posted on a shelf inside the shop and incense is always lit to remember her. Kan's father walked in and saw Kan coming down and greeted him.

“Ao Akan, are you awake?”

“Yes, Dad, I'm going to work with a friend. If there's anything, just call Lin.”

"Ah Lin didn't wake up. She slept for a long time. Haha. Drive carefully."

“Yes, father.”

Kan took an old motorbike from behind the house before driving it out onto the main road.

Almost an hour and a half passed because of heavy traffic during the rainy season. Kan then drove to the dormitory where the poet was staying. Kan himself secretly had doubts in his head all along the way. “Why did the poet make an appointment to come?” But he didn't think anything of it so he agreed to come.

Ascending to the 3rd floor of the dormitory, Room 301, Kawee's room, Kan, who had just walked up the stairs, knocked on the door and called Kawee out.

“Kawee, woah, has come.”

Kant borrowed and looked at the door for a while before Kawi small thin man Wearing a shirt that was larger than his body, his hair looked disheveled as if it had not been combed, obscuring his normally calm face. But when he saw Kan, he immediately smiled. Walked out and opened the door with a look like he had just woken up and greeted him.

“Traffic is stuck so I'm late. And my body was all wet.”

"So what do you call a rainy day?"

“Haha, but thanks for coming. Come in first.”

Kan walked into the poet's room which looked completely cluttered like a normal men's room. I rarely store rice. along with the poet's drawing corner opposite the computer table next to the bed by the window. It shows a blank, still white drawing board. The poet sat down on the bed. Kan himself still stood and looked around the room, even though he had seen this room almost ten times already.

“So what is the matter that you called here for?”

“I just wanted to call and talk. It's lonely, I haven't gone anywhere lately. So he wanted to find friends to talk to.”

“… Oh, I thought, what's the big deal? I told you from the beginning. I was shocked and thought that there was some kind of work.”

“If you say you have work I probably thought it would be quicker to call you.”

“You know better…”

Kan then began to lie down on the bed next to the poet. But that dream popped up in my head again. So he thought of something and asked.

“Hey poet, have you ever heard of strange dreams?”

“Strange dream? Does your death count?”

“This bastard… it counts, but what I'm asking about is this. It's a dream like a wedding day, with a bride and groom. I was the groom at that event. But I can't see the bride's face…”

“You? marry?"

The poet began to laugh softly. And Kan began to frown slightly before saying a little annoyedly,

“It might be possible... But I want to know who that bride will be. Like it could be an omen of some kind.”

“A vision? It is possible…”

“I just hope to meet him…”

The poet began to lie down next to Kan. They both lay there staring at the ceiling like there was nothing else in their lives. Time slowly passed amidst the sound of the ceaseless rain. At that time the poet himself turned to look at Kan who was already asleep. He had strange symptoms. It's like heat in my chest. I want to touch Kan's entire body. His heart beat faster and his hand slowly touched Kan's body uncontrollably.

Normally it would be to wake up a friend. But this time it was strange. Kan, who felt like something was touching him, woke up and turned to look at the poet.

"How is it going?"

The poet hurriedly pulled his hand back and turned his head slightly before apologizing.

"I'm sorry, my hand just happened to fall on you."

Kan looked a little confused before asking back.

“Why are you apologizing? They hold together normally, right? How many rounds have you played?"

“That's right... but Kan... I've never told anyone about this... I didn't dare tell anyone because I was afraid they would find me strange. I didn't dare tell you because I was afraid you would stop treating me as a friend.”

“What else is going on? Is there anything I don't know?”

The poet's face became more and more red. Before whispering softly in Kan's ear,

"I… I like men."

The entire room was silent for a moment. The poet himself was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to hide his face. Kan, who now knew the poet's secret, stood up and patted the poet's shoulder and smiled.

“What? This is all the matter? It's normal, isn't it?”

The poet, who was now confused about what had happened, looked at Kan's face even though his face was still red.

“Ah- huh?”

“It's quite normal... Where is love affair prohibited? Well, whether you like men or women is your right, right? So who do you like? Can you tell me so I can help be a cheerleader? Hehe."

Kan began to add with a small smile. Wiggle your eyebrows like a friend. The poet lowered his head and remained silent for a moment. Before his hand slowly moved to rest on Kan's thigh. Before saying in an extremely embarrassed manner,

“If I say I like you… Will you be angry?”

Kan was silent for a moment and smiled slightly, then held the poet's hand.

"No, I'm not angry."

"Really?"

“Really… Why would I be angry that you liked me? Besides, love has no boundaries!”

The poet's face was red and hot all over. He mustered up all the strength he had to make that request.

"Then!

Can you be my girlfriend!?"

The room fell silent again, but this time Kan himself swallowed hard as he felt the same heat that the poet felt. He shook the poet's hand as well and said with a smile on his face,

“Okay… let's try dating!”

The poet, like he heard the voice of heaven, jumped up and hugged Kan with happiness. The two bodies fell on top of each other on the bed, followed by their happy laughter.

“Thank you very much, Kan!”

“Okay, let's get big! Okay, are you satisfied yet? My lovely girlfriend? Ah... I don't feel right calling it that. It's called poetry.

Just like before…”

"Then I'll call you Kan as usual!"

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask for?"

The poet was silent for a moment before he thought of something. Said in a low and trembling voice.

"W-Can I be your first kiss?"

The poet stared at Kan's face. Their eyes met as if fate had connected them together. Before the poet closed his eyes and moved his face towards Kan. They both closed their eyes and felt their lips brush against each other. It was like the two of them had passed on their feelings to each other through this kiss. But it wasn't long before the bard pulled himself away from Kan as clear water stretched out from his mouth.

“I… have never kissed anyone before… I don't know if it's good enough.”

Kan saw the poet's worried expression and smiled and replied with a soft whisper while hugging the small body out of concern and what he didn't know if it was love or not.

“Don't worry… come here, we'll start together.”

Kan pulled the poet back to kiss him again. This time, he himself was the one taking the offensive, causing the poet to be shocked, but he couldn't do anything and followed along. The poet is now the one who invited Kan to do something like this. You have become the victim yourself. The poet felt hot all over after being treated like that.

The poet slowly took off Kan's clothes, piece by piece. Kan himself was beginning to lose his composure and pulled off the clothes covering his small body that he wanted to crush like a beast. The poet was shocked to see Kan in such a state, but he himself did not have the strength to do anything else.

“Kant! Gently- ah! Oh… Ah!”

Kan who seems to have transformed into another person now. whispered in the poet's ear,

“It's okay. Take it easy. Let's start together. Pa Kan will teach you something good."

The poet's voice began to grow softer and fainter. Meanwhile, Kan embraced the poet's body like a beast clutching its prey. The two of them locked eyes before saying at the same time,

“I think… I know… Who is the bride of my dreams?”

“And I probably already knew that… Who will be my groom?”

The two hugged each other on the bed amidst the sound of the rain falling incessantly before…

Kan will wake up in his bedroom again...