A/n: The title is from the song เปิดใจไม่เปิดตัว (Keep it lowkey). You can see the outfit in the picture under there to realize which stage it is. The reason I (once again) chose Fot's stong is because Gem's songs are just miserable love songs, and the plot is also backwards. Well, let's leave sad things for later :(((
Warning:
!!! Underage 🔞
!!! Underage 🔞
!!! Underage 🔞
Disclaimer: The story is a product of imagination, not intended to impose on idols or promote the behaviors described. Character names have been modified (Gemini to Methun and Fourth to Si) to match the content. In case you don't know, Methun is the Thai translation of Gemini zodiac and so is Si.
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Keep it lowkey (1) 🔞🔞
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The loud music was turned up as loud as possible, people were drawn together on the debauched dance floor. Everyone was free to writhe and shake.
"See, Methun, I told you it was fun."
His best friend's arm around his shoulder was unstable, he must have been extremely drunk.
Methun shook that hand away, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass of drink and shaking it well.
Since arriving here, he has yet to take a sip, mainly because these colorful drinks have a super strong smell, just smelling them is enough to make his stomach churn and make him want to vomit.
If it weren't for his best friend wanting to celebrate his birthday in a bar, he would never have gone to places like this.
Many people began to run to the stage, where the spotlight shined straight down from above. Some people shake their hips and twerk their ass, some people lie down on the floor and twerk, there are all kinds of eye-catching erotic moves.
Methun looked at it and clicked his tongue.
His eyes roamed around, finally landing on the figure that had just stepped onto the stage amid everyone's cheers. That man wore a tank top with black paint streaks, his skin was white to the point of light, the sweat on the side of his face sparkled like crystal, and the highlight was probably his smooth, shiny silver pants.
That man licked his lips and smiled, put his hands on the ground and his feet on the other person's shoulders, then followed the momentum and pushed that person back down, his polite hand supporting the back of his partner's neck very professionally. The silver chain followed the jump and got stuck on his lips, and he used the tip of his tongue to flick it back down his neck.
