𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂. | Firstkhao

02

The bathroom door swung open revealing a familiar face but not so unfamiliar face. Ayan squints his eyes coming closer, the sight of his shirtless body with a white towel wrapping round the thin-waist; dripping water from the wet hair. Ayan brings the small towel to his hair squeezing it dry.

"You're not Yok. Who are you?" Ayan said forward as he came towards Akk casually. The boy stands still glaring at the naked guy from head to toe. "You know my brother?" Akk asks suspiciously.

"My brother never mentioned you before." Akk quickly retorts when Ayan wasn't replying back. He smirks, glancing back at Akk now. "He never mentioned he has an identical brother either." Ayan bellows. Akk points his glaring eyes at him.

"Don't rip my head in, clearly Yok keeps secrets from the both of us." Ayan sassily retorts to the boy eyeing him dangerously, Akk looks away before slowly stands up. The awkward tension wraps the two like an embracing blanket they both did not want.

The room stands still as a gravely still cemetery. Quiet. Tense. Deadly. Akk wasn't satisfied with the answer he's got but it doesn't look like the strange guy will be giving anything to calm the boy. Just who the heck is he to Yok? A friend? Maybe a boyfriend? Or perhaps he's a thief who knows Yok?— this guy can be anything. Ayan on the other hand wasn't worried. Yok and Akk look identical it's almost weirdly terrifying, but what irks Aye is that Yok did not mention Akk even once.

Not a single information about Akk. It was as if he didn't have a single living family in this world.

"Why are you here?" Akk asks as he saw Ayan grab a white tank top from the wardrobe, he slid the top on his muscular lean body. No answer given. "Did you break in?" Akk firmly spoke again with grit to the teeth. Ayan sighs. "Do you see anything broken that gives you a sign that i broke in here?"

He said back and Akk bites on his bottom lip frustratingly annoyed, this guy is a total nut-case, Akk thought.

"No." Akk responds "but—"
"Exactly. Stop worrying. I'm not dangerous." Ayan cuts off the boy and he glances down at the clothing he wore. It was a familiar school crescent badge, normal thailand-all boy schools.

"You're from Suppalo?" Ayan would ask as his eyes travel to meet Akk. He softly nods in response.
Akk murmurs lowly. "I'm a prefect." Interesting, Ayan thought. Suppalo's a strict school controlled by the government— making it one of the highest schools that are more like the prison unlike the prison itself. Stupid rules that corner young teenage souls. Moulding people into their ideal people in society. It's ironic actually. Yok is against the government, yet his brother is on the government's side completely brainwashed. A prefect at that.

Ayan purse his lips forward before turning to the black sweatpants. Turning his back to the boy he faces the wall, the towel slips down and Akk turns around looking at the floor. Ayan puts the sweatpants on before facing the boy.
Ayan smirks watching Akk become self consciously shy and embarrassed.

"Have you never changed in front of the same sex as you?" Ayan observed.
"We've just met five minutes ago." Akk defensively said.
"Five minutes is long enough." Ayan teased with a raise to eyebrows wiggling them. His voice scoffs out soft breathes, annoyed, eyebrows scrunch up and when Ayan leaned forward to Akk, he moves from him. Their eye contact breaking with Akk looking first away leaving Ayan keeping his gaze on the boy.

Following out the bedroom, Akk begins to pick up the piles of rubbish lingering on the floor, then the clothes that are wrinkled on the floor would be folded neatly in a separate pile from the others on the floor. At this point Yok should start paying him to clean his place every week, this is the second time he has cleaned for him and all he got was a 'thank you', unbelievable. He was concentrating so hard that he nearly forgot he was not alone, Akk jolts up a jump when turning around to see Ayan standing there— leaning on the wall as he was observing the neat-freak working.

The charming smirk never leaves his face, it's as if that's the only expression he knows. Akk clears his throat.
"My brother is a pig." Akk complains. Ayan sighs.
"I know right. How can he live like this?"

The two boys made eye contact when the agreement was mutual. A soft smile would be shared between the two and Ayan looks on the side manoeuvring his hands to the dirty dishes. He starts to run the tap water on them and grabs the washing gloves on his hands. Akk turns around watching the boy do the dishes, seemingly helping out around the place. Akk smiles. Maybe he isn't that annoying, after all? He wonders.

He kneels down dusting off the table at the nearest end, something soft wraps by the legs, continuously low purring and a wet ticklish sensation pokes Akk on his legs. Eyes glance down would be met with the cat.

"Oh." Akk softly laughs, he sits on floor as he pet the cat behind the ears. "Hello Aom, I almost thought you ran away again." Akk coos watching the cat crawl on the ends of his legs once again.

Ayan softly turns around as the tap turns off, watching Akk playing with the cat. He lets out a soft 'huh'

"So it has a name!" Ayan exclaims in surprise. "Why did you name her Aom?"
"Because she is a very friendly cat." Akk responds back with a sweet smile at Ayan. "Yok and I found her injured in middle of the winter last year. We took her in as our own."

Ayan keenly leans closer but as he did Akk stood up worryingly grabbing a hold of the arm that stung every time it would move. He made a small painful hiss and Akk looks down at the dripping spud underneath.
"You're bleeding." Akk lowly said and Ayan's eyes widen. He didn't realise that he was bleeding still. The boy looks down soon met with prickles of blood dots on the floor. Akk was quick to make Ayan sit down forcefully, coming back with the first aid kit. Akk took out the white medical bandages.
Ayan told, stopping Akk. "It's just a scratch i can deal with it."

"Shut up." Akk caustically said as he grabs on Ayan's wrist pulling him closer. Ayan felt his throat go dry and he nods without anymore words heard. It's a first for someone to tell him to 'shut up' so strongly. Hell— he actually kind of liked it. The bodies slant together as Akk was carefully bandaging the bleeding wound in the shoulder, Ayan completely forgot about it. In the moment Akk wasn't paying attention to anything else but the boy, Ayan took the time to admire up close on Akk's features. He really does look identical to Yok but somehow he didn't look like it at the same time.

Yok has a gruff and rough appearance. A dark expression on at all times. Tattoos. Dark mullet hair. Akk has a neat and smart appearance. Someone that follows the rules, someone you can reliably count on. Akk was from a complete different world. Perhaps that's why he feels so Enigmatic about him. Akk was a mystery.

"What's your name." Ayan softly asks. Akk looks up at Ayan.
"Akk. What's your name?"
Ayan would watch Akk cut the extra bandage off as he then closes the first aid kit. "Ayan but you can call me Aye."

"I'll stick to Ayan." He said quickly and Ayan clicks his tongue.
"Why do you keep on rejecting me?" Aye points out as his lips curl into a pout. Akk scoffs in response.

"Does it bother you?" Akk would ask dryly.
"No." Ayan was quick to speak. "It just makes me want to know you more."