Revenge of love. KS. (Completed) Under editing

2. Echoes of goodbye

Singto wearily ascended the staircase leading to the shared bedroom he once cherished with Krist. Each step felt heavier than the last, his heart burdened with a mix of exhaustion and sorrow. As he reached the top, his gaze fell upon a piece of paper lying on the bed, its presence stark against the rumpled sheets.

Curiosity and dread intertwined as he approached it. With trembling hands, he picked it up and read the words scrawled across the page: "I promise you will pay for taking my kindness for a fool." A wave of despair crashed over him, and another tear slipped down his cheek, trailing a path of heartache. He let the letter slip from his fingers, allowing it to flutter back onto the bed as if it were too heavy to hold.

He turned away, the emptiness of the room enveloping him like a shroud. The shared closet stood before him, its doors slightly ajar, but the sight within was devastating. Every piece of Krist's clothing was gone; no shirts, no jackets, no traces of the vibrant life they had built together. It was as if Krist had taken not just his belongings, but the very essence of their shared memories.

Overcome with grief, Singto sank to the floor, the coolness of the tiles contrasting sharply with the warmth of his tears. He cried out, the sound echoing in the vast emptiness of the house that now felt overwhelmingly desolate without Krist. "I'm so sorry," he whispered repeatedly to the silence, hoping somehow that the words would reach Krist, wherever he was. The house, once filled with laughter and love, now loomed large and intimidating, every corner a reminder of what he had lost.

Meanwhile, Krist was miles away, seated in an airplane as it prepared for takeoff. He had plugged his earphones into his phone, the familiar melodies providing a temporary escape from the turmoil in his heart. As he sat there, waiting for the flight to begin its ascent into the sky, he tried to focus on the music, to drown out the thoughts that threatened to overwhelm him. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the memories of the life he had left behind.

Four years later.

Krist took a deep breath as he slowly descended the steps of the airplane, feeling the warm breeze of Thailand greet him like an old friend. Following closely behind him were Off, his husband, Tay, and New, who was Off's brother and Krist's brother-in-law. Together, they made their way down the plane, a sense of excitement buzzing in the air. At the bottom of the steps, an expensive car was parked, gleaming in the sunlight, and as they approached, the driver, dressed impeccably in a crisp uniform, hurried towards them with a welcoming smile.

"Welcome to Thailand, sirs! Please follow me this way," the driver said enthusiastically, gesturing for them to follow as he led the way to the car.

Suddenly, Off paused, turning to Pop, his husband, and New. "Wait, you two will have to go by taxi home," he said, pointing at them with a frown.

"What? But babe, I want to sit beside you! Please!" Pop exclaimed, his bottom lip jutting out in a dramatic pout that was hard to resist.

"I know, but we brothers have some important matters to attend to," Off replied, his tone a mixture of affection and determination. New, too, was pouting, wrapping his arms around Tay's left arm, seeking some comfort.

Tay turned to New, offering a warm smile, and leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. "I will be back home soon, baby, okay?" he assured, trying to soothe New's disappointment. New nodded but maintained his pout, clearly reluctant to let go.

"You'll be fine, babe. Just take care of each other," Off added, leaning in to kiss Pop softly on the lips as well. Krist watched the tender exchange, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He leaned against the car, one leg bent and resting on the vehicle while the other remained firmly planted on the ground. He absentmindedly played with his phone, flipping it around between his fingers.