𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂. | Firstkhao

06

"Give me the camera quickly."
"Okay but don't you think they can hear us?"
"Just look at them both they are passed out like a log.—"

The whispering chitter chatter engulfs the bedroom as the boy's eyelids flutter like a blooming flower in early seasonal spring. Glancing side to side with blurry vision, a single rub to the palms as he sat up would cause the voices to go quiet.
The feminine voice hushed the elder man. "Shush! He's awake."

"Ma?" Akk calls out in his rasp morning voice turning to the open doorway where the two elderly people with a camera in their hands would be in sight. "What are you doing here." Akk questions with half confusion and half sleepiness. Quickly enough, Ayan cozily sneaking his hands onto Akk's body when the emptiness of akk's body was noticeable, he snuck his hand around the waist pulling him closer with murmuring words share.

"come back to bed." Ayan groans out. Akk felt a bright blush on the face grow, like a spreading disease that everyone could see. The parents awe at the rare sight of the stranger (Ayan) become so comfortable with physical touch with their son Akk. Someone who they never met too. Sleeping on the same bed, wearing their clothes. Clearly, mother and father got the wrong image but nevermind that— Akk was quick to stutter to their parents playful gaze.

Akk lifts his hands in the air quickly. "It's not like that."
"Don't be shy son. Come get breakfast with your boyfriend soon!" His father cuts him off with a proud smile. Akk looks down at Ayan who was smirking now despite the eyes being closed shut. He purse his lips into a frown. Ayan was pretending to be asleep now.

The mother and father left quickly the room. Once the two boys were left alone a raging flying pillow hits Ayan who sits up half laughing and screaming the more Akk hit the pillow again and again repeatedly. He cannot believe Ayan made his parents think something so truly opposite of that? And smile at the misery of misjudgment in the situation? Ayan is truly the Devil's offspring.
"That's not nice to hit your boyfriend so early in the morning. Where's my good morning kiss?" Ayan teasingly slips out, putting up the elbows for defence against the flying pillows.
Akk huffs. "Boyfriend my ass. I wouldn't date you even if you were the last person in the world."
Ayan grins. "Mark your words. I will make you chew them."

Akk stands up from the bed, stretching out of the window. He looks over at Ayan.
"Get out of bed." Akk grumpily throws getting out of the bed leaving Ayan sitting up in the hollow emptiness of the duvet where he laid. He watches Akk leaves the room with a mischievous glint in the eyes, low-key checking the taller out from head to two. The boy really does look amazing no matter the sour expression on his face. Minus that. The boy is very much a good looking man, something Ayan finds ethereal out of the world. Something that should only belong in a private museum.

Arriving downstairs shortly after Akk, stood a dark haired boy with his back facing the boy in middle of the hallway. The taller matter pushing down boxes in a pile as the chattering feminine voice from the kitchen would be calling out for him.
Ayan raises an eyebrow. "Yok?"
The boy turning around noticing Ayan, his voice travels in many suspicions. Why was his best friend at his family's home?
"Ayan. What are you doing here?" Yok spat and his mother's voice called out for him.

"Yok take the last box!"

"Coming Ma." Yok shouts out though his attention was on Ayan. Their eyes lingering upon another as these two were met without a warning. The clothes he wore weren't his, they were Akk's. Yok couldn't help but think since when did he become close to his little brother? The awkward and tense silence would be saved when Akk and their father came in.

Mr Manoban would wrap a hand around his older son Yok, grazing a deep chuckle as he looked at Ayan. "My boy your mother is calling you, don't keep her waiting." Yok hums lowly but his glare at Ayan shortens as he was clearly trying to pick up answers to scenarios of how did Ayan end up in his house. Though all seem to be unlikely right after the other...