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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. That was how the merchants and the sellers got rich.

His girlfriend was secretly dating mangkorn and having fun with him. She still wasn't enough for him though. In Mangkorn's mind he thought if bank was a girl she'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 why Yai and himself declared themselves as enemies.

But every time they met they fought like cats and dogs. But every time they fought Mangkorn was lost in the way Bank looked at him 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 gonna get drunk because he was bored and didn't know what to do.

He prepared his outfit it was silk from the old silk trade. He touched up on some scent which had a hint of Bergamot. And a sweet vanilla scent which could enchant anybody.

He rode on transportation on his way to the bar finally standing at the entrance.

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

Mangkorn looked somewhere else but he finally found bank sitting at a bar table asking for a drink.

Mangkorn felt such a strong desire for him to be with him. It was pulling hard on his strings.

So Mangkorn had a plan to make sure Yai was far more drunk then take him disguised as someone else.

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