✔️My Magical Stranger// GeminiFourth, FirstKhaotung

*1* NuNew's boyfriend

«Love is not something you find. Love is something that finds you »
~Loretta Young

«You can live your whole life without realizing that what you are looking for is right in front of you»
~David Nicholls

This story is dedicated to those who make me know that it's worth fighting for
~Annie

For F because you make me stronger,
For G because you're the best motivation,
For D and K, because without you I would be nobody and nowhere.

*1*

He didn't know
Yes, he didn't know
Where his life will take him
Going slowly was not for him
With bright eyes looking into the future
Maybe he would find you there

He didn't know
Yes, he didn't know
But willing to try he did everything
Putting smile on their faces
He was like a sunshine
Sweet and calm little baby with dreams

But now he shines
He shines, shines so bright
In the spotlight
People know him
Falling for his smile
Girls and boys are falling for his smile

Oh this little world
So little

He didn't know
Yes, he couldn't know
Just singing songs
And dancing around as if the world was ending
Beautiful smile, beautiful boy
Became hot, so hot

He didn't know
Yes, he couldn't know
His fate waiting for him
He was lovely, he was cute
Didn't had to try so hard
But the world was cruel
And washed his smile away

But now he shines
He shines, shines so bright
In the spotlight
People know him
Falling for his smile
Girls and boys are falling for his smile

Now his world is big
So big

But you watch him grow up
You see his smile fading away
Come to save him
Come to help your boy
So he will know
Yes, he will know

And make his world full
Full of your love

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Fourth Nattawat knew one thing: he wasn't going to stay home on such a beautiful day. Dressed in his older brother's clothes (jean shorts and an orange T-shirt that was slightly too big for him), he picked up the navy blue bag he usually took to school from the floor, examined himself in the mirror, smoothed down a few unruly strands of his smooth, straight, shiny black hair and slipped out of the house without saying a word to his mother, with whom neither he nor his older brother got on very well.

It was only at the building of his school that he felt safe, although he looked around just in case if anyone was following him. He breathed a sigh of relief, seeing nothing alarming. It was an ordinary day, although not for him. Everyone around him was busy with his own business. Somewhere nearby a baby was crying, and its mother tried unsuccessfully to calm it down by handing it a bottle of milk. Cars, taxis, tuktuks and motorbikes passed along the road. It was really warm for an early morning, though Fourth knew a storm was coming. Dark blue, heavy clouds were coming from the west, heralding a downpour.

The phone in his hand vibrated, and when he looked at the display, he saw a message notification from someone with the nickname: "My Own Singer." Fourth smiled.