Dragon dynasty (mosbank)

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Bank

Yai walked along the side pavement with his girlfriend looking at the cherry blossoms that bloomed eagerly.

His girlfriend was head over heels for him, right next to them was a marketplace many people flocked to. It was so busy sometimes the price went up to keep the other people away or down for more people.

His girlfriend was secretly dating mangkorn and sleeping with him on the side, yet she still wasn't enough for him. In fact, in Mangkorn's mind he thought if bank was a girl he'd be enough for him. He thought it was wrong to think that way, but still he thought about it.

He fell in love with Yai when he first met him. But he didn't know the seldom reasons Yai and himself declared themselves as enemies.

But every time they met they fought like cats and dogs, every time they fought Mangkorn was lost in the way Bank looked at him to the point it weakened him a little.

Mangkorn was overly obsessed with Yai to the point he was thinking of killing his girlfriend or sending her to the chambers of punishment. He would die for him, Yai didn't even notice Mangkorn was so in love with him he thought Mangkorn had hated him.

Yai decided he was going to get drunk since he was solemnly in and out of decisive actions and heated debates between his family of elitists.

Preparing his outfit, a pair of casual linen pants that fitted loosely to his legs alongside a plain white shirt, donning a golden ring that repped his somewhat elite status.

The faint scents of Frankincense from the Sangara Temple could be smelled through his skin, a calming essence which he was often recognized for.

He rode on carriage transportation on his way to the bar, finally standing at the entrance after minutes of repetitive shaking and the sounds of horses whining being muffled by the door of the carriage.

But what he noticed was Mangkorn was at the corner of the bar smirking at a woman. He scoffed at the scene; entering the scene with no hesitation.

Mangkorn looked somewhere else but he finally found Yai sitting at a bar table asking for a drink, a small drink yet brought with so much little details that Yai bothered the bartenders about.

Mangkorn felt such a strong desire for Yai to be with him. It was pulling hard on the instrumental strings of his heart, a sharp stare directed at the nape of the others neck before he had backed off.

So Mangkorn had a plan to make sure Yai was far more drunk then any other street vendor in Sangara County.