Sarawat is twenty-seven years old, a successful music teacher and pianist who was born and raised in Bangkok. He comes from a long line of respected, rich, and noble people.
Tine on the other hand was born and raised in one of Bangkok's most impove...
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The boy's eyes are closed, a calm expression plastered on his face. Tine smiles in his sleep, not feeling the bright rays of the sun gently caressing his face. He twists and turns in the bed.
" Tine! "
A voice is heard from the other side of the door, followed by a knock.
" Tine! Get up already! You were going to get up at six, right? "
Sarawat stands infront of Tine's room, knocking on the door. He hears a whine from the inside of the bedroom.
The omega slowly opens his eyes, pissed off at however woke him up. You would be angry too! Tine was dreaming about eating a döner kebab!
" What are you sayiiinggg~ " He whines again, eyes automatically closing themselves.
Sarawat hesitates a bit before opening the door and entering Tine's room. His gaze immediately falls on the occupied bed in the centre of the room. His lips itch to raise at the sight. Tine is under a thick blanket, sleeping on his back as his arms are raised around the pillow. His dishevelled hair goes in all directions, expression peaceful and face a bit red.
Sarawat approaches the bed, standing above Tine's sleeping figure. Tine is lying sideways now, facing Sarawat's legs.
" Do you know what time it is? Get up! "
He shakes the omega's shoulder, before turning around with his usual scowl and exiting the room.
Tine's eyes open again, focusing on the clock placed on the nightstand right next to his bed. His eyes widen when he sees what time it is. It's already 9:15 AM!
He stands up, going to one of the chairs and coffee table next to the window. He grabs the freshly ironed clothes and raises them. The omega inspects the clothing...It's nothing like he's ever worn.
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" What did the man say? " Cobra, or Boss, was standing a few meters away from Burut's cafe. The two of them are leaning against a building's chipped off wall, talking to one another.
" Napoleon? " Burut questions.
Cobra nods.
" Ha, Napoleon. Sound of water, sound of money and sound of a woman. There is a sound of water but there is no water. There is not even the sound of money or money itself. And about the woman, only she has the sound. "
Cobra explains, and as he does, a woman's voice pierces through their conversation. Riya, Burut's wife peeks out of her grocery shop's open door and yells.
