K & Br (LS)

Gap & Mail Ch-3

Gap had a friend send him home after his father had closed the shop because he didn't want to help out during his bad mood phase therefore went to see his brother's car at Big's garage first. Gap took things to store in the bedroom and then went to knock on the door of his brother's room. Gap confesses directly to Koh that Koh's car was hit by Gap's opponent until the car frame broke causing his elder brother to quarrel and complain quite a bit. But he knew that his brother can't stay angry for a long time. After talking with Coco, Gap walked back to his room. He took off his shirt and picked up his guitar and sat down to calm down his muddy mood. He played guitar for a while and the mood had somewhat improved. Gap then took a cigarette and lit it on the balcony. He stood thinking about the person he had a fight with in Man's shop.

"You'll see me again, Mail," Gap muttered to himself. He didn't understand why he was so attracted to him. After smoking, Gap goes back to his bed to turn on a porn movie he brought from his friend. Gap locked his bedroom door as well as the balcony door. Then turned on the porn movie with the sound on low. Can we blame Gap for it? It's the nature of young adults like him who need a way to release. As Gap was moving his hand that held his robust manhood, his eyes fixed on the TV screen and suddenly a picture of Mail popped up in his mind which played for a few seconds.

"Shit!" Gap growled in his throat as he looked at his hands that were stained with his release. Just as he pictured Mail in his mind, those few seconds were enough to make him release his love juice.

"Dammit, how can I finish off because of Mail's face?" Gap quickly got up to go to the bathroom. He went in to wash his hands and take a shower as well. Throughout the time he was taking a bath, he continued thinking. Why did he have to release the moment he thought about Mail? Gap wiped the water droplets off his face with a thoughtful expression. After taking a shower and changing clothes he then came to sleep and open his phone to a website (Facebook for example) finding information that he wanted to know.

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Mail came home and saw the same scenario namely, his parents arguing loudly throughout the house. He walked straight up to his room without greeting his parents. He entered his room and turned on the music loud that filled the room and started eating a box of rice that he bought before taking a shower and changing his clothes. Mail took his sling bag and opened it to retrieve the tattoo book. But he had to pause for a bit. When he found a pornographic film in his pocket.

"Damn it, you put it in the wrong bag again," Mail grumbled as he and his other friend use similar bags causing his friend to accidentally put things in the wrong bag on a regular basis. But Mail never once misplaced something in his friend's bag. He flipped the CD back and forth before trying to open it a little bit. As soon as the disc was inserted into the DVD player it played loud as usual because he didn't think to care about the people in his house anyway.

Suddenly!!

The sound of knocking on the door of the room sounded.

"Mail, lower the volume. Or the neighbours will scold us," His father's voice sounded. Mail turned to look at his bedroom door with a smile that lifted on the corners of his mouth pitifully.

"When you hit each other, you still don't seem to be considerate of the villagers," Mail said alone and turned to look further but didn't reduce the volume. He sat and watched and lightly sighed
He didn't feel the slightest bit in the mood for the porn he was watching even if a woman shows her big breasts with a beautiful face that he likes. Part of this may be because Mail saw his parents arguing every day. So he thought that love between a woman and a man is so boring. At most, it's for sex only. Although Mail is tired of love between men and women. But he never thought about same-sex romance. He turned off the TV and put his headphones on the bed. He chose to listen to music and keep designing tattoos.