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Note- This story is just the imagination of a young woman who screamed. Brother Kong and Stamp very much.

This story is in line.

bromance

Not a 100 percent failure, but still satisfying.

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Stamp just realized that he forgot his house key at the studio. When walking to the door of my own house And reaching into the bag and not finding the key, that's it.

"Shit..." Atee cursed to himself. before turning to look at a black sedan in the distance

Is it a good idea to call?

Or go back and get it yourself?

So how do you go back to the studio?

Even though my brain says It's better not to disturb P'Kong, but deep inside I want to ride with him again..........

What are we expecting from Brother Kong?

In the end, Stamp tried calling veteran rapper Joey Boy for luck. Your father will still be at the studio.

“.......The number you called. Can't-----” Stamp didn't wait for that voice to finish his sentence. Press to end the call.

Until there was no choice because Kim herself went home before him.

Tid--------------D

Less than ten seconds, the other end of the line picked up.

“Hey Stamp, did you forget something in your car?” Kong said softly. The normal way he talks to everyone.

“Well, I forgot my keys at the studio. P'Kong, would you mind dropping me off at the entrance of the alley? I'll go back to the studio soon,” Stamp said in a polite tone. Then he pursed his bottom lip. Before making a embarrassed face Even if the other party doesn't see it.

It must be difficult. Who will come back to pick him up?

Ah--- I can't make a U-turn. I'm sorry. This is what Stamp thought.

but....

"Oh, that's too bad. I can't make a U-turn right now," a deep voice replied.

...It's exactly what he thought.

“Wait, wait, wait, Stamp. Wait for me for three minutes. I'll make a U-turn to pick you up. Wait there.”

The stamp felt like it was floating. If he had ears and a tail like a Golden Retriever, his ears would be erect and his tail wagging like a boss would give him a bone.

“Yes, please help me. Thank you very much,” Stamp replied with a smile. Really like a golden retriever. But the other party couldn't see it well.

Three minutes, maybe just over two minutes. A beautiful black car stopped along the sidewalk. Stamp ran quickly to open the door, like a child whose father picked him up from school.

“What did you do that made you forget?” Kong seemed to be edified. But because of the soft and deep voice So it seems like normal speaking.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry to bother you. You can just send it to the entrance of the alley. I'll take the bus and go down.

BTS”

Stamp raised his hands in greeting and apologized.

“Hey, it's late.

BTS

There are only a few people. What will you do if it gets derailed?”

....Are you cursing me? Stamp secretly gardening in my heart But I only laughed and laughed.

"I'd better drive you. It'll be difficult on the way back."

“Thank you----” Stamp smiled and raised his hand to salute again.

Kong saw this and wanted to crush this junior's head one more time. But because I was driving, I didn't take my hands off the steering wheel. I could only smile widely. Then he secretly bit his lower lip.

Darkness covered the studio, waiting for a moment.

There isn't even a cat.....

Everyone left the key to Stamp's house inside....

“I wonder…” Kong said, “Stamp has to go into the house tomorrow.”

There's nothing to argue about. Ah Tee wants to scream.....(....)

“Do you want to sleep at my house tonight first? I'll lend you a shirt."

Stamp turned his head and looked at him confused. A backpack with a stamp hugging it in front. This makes this verb even more childish.

"Or I don't mind sleeping in front of my own house." Kong blinked.

“Then please help me.” Stamp bowed his head until he was almost stuck in gear.

“Hee hee,” Kong chuckled softly in his throat. Then rub your head and gently push the other person's head.

Stamp laughed along and Kong smiled widely.

“R..Please help me---B.” Laughter caused Stamp to speak incoherently. Plus, she burst out laughing and her eyes almost closed.

“Yes, yes,” Kong pushed the stamp head back. before reversing the car back home

Home of the young smiling man, Saharat

Simple but classic

“Come on, come on,” Kong opened the door. Let the junior walk in before closing the door.

“It's a bit of a mess.”

“It's cleaner than my house.”

"I'll go get you some pajamas."

“No, no, it's okay. I can wear the same clothes.” Stamp waved his hand?

"It's going to get moldy." Kong took off his suit, draped it over his arm and walked up to the second floor. Leaving the younger generation standing there carrying a bag, looking confused and half-considered. before returning with a set of trousers.

“The bathroom is on the second floor on the left,” Kong said. “Go take a shower first. I'll pack things first."

Stamp hugged his shirt and ran. Be a child and follow the path you are told. Kong could only smile as he laughed.

Stamp opened the bag and found that Dinner from 7-Eleven that Kong bought for me. He stuffed it in his bag, so it crumpled a bit....

Before patting the bag to smooth it out a bit before running into the shower. Then walked out holding a burger and sandwich that was (less) hot until it was almost stale, then went downstairs. Found Kong sitting and reading some kind of document.

"P'Kong," Stamp put the sandwich on his senior's cheek.

Too bad Kong didn't flinch. Well, it's already gone hot....

“Come on, eat it.”

"P'Kong, aren't you going to eat?" Stamp's face was dizzy. "Damage of health"

“Reverse?” Kong frowned, but smiled before accepting the hamburger.

“Wait.......Can I sleep on the sofa?” Stamp asked quietly.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” Kong acted as if he remembered. Then he stood up from the sofa he was sitting on before brushing aside.

"I'll go get you a pillow."

“No, no, it's okay. I'll use the bag." Stamp held up a small bag. But it's fluffy like stuffed into a bag.

Before putting the bag down on the sofa, he jumped up and curled up to sleep. Then pretend to close your eyes Until P'Kong got annoyed and put a cushion on his face and pressed it against his face.

“Whoa!” Stamp squirmed and popped his face out from behind a small pillow.

Kong smiled and laughed before getting up. Then patted the other person's shoulder. Walk up to the second floor.

"Is there anything that can wake you up?"

“Kha----”

Stamp smiled narrowly and buried his face in the pillow. (Backpack stuffed full of stuff)

Without realizing that a few minutes later he had fallen asleep, Kong Saharat took out a blanket and covered it with him.

"sweet dreams"