Spring (Khai/Third)

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He remembers it clearly like it was as yesterday. The nice spring breeze blowing through the branches of the trees. How its touch felt so fresh on his heating cheeks. How calm he felt when the soft smell of the nearby blooming flowers comforted his pained heart. You could tell that he hated this season, yet it wasn't true. Spring was his favourite season. He loved it. It was the season he finds himself in love. The park they were filming in now was the same, he always went to, when he gets heartbroken.

„Third?" The velvet voice brought him out of his thoughts.

„Are you crying?" The same voice asked with visible concern. A hand carefully wiped that one lonely tear rolling down his cheek.

„No, Khai." He answered, smiling.

„Liar." The tall man smiled back at him, wrapping him in his warm arms. Third, snuggled closer to his chest, not minding stares from the people around.

„I just love the spring so much." He murmured.

„I love you too." Khai whispered as he softly kissed the smaller man's head.

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