Love Director [ENG]

Chapter 8: First Kiss

If you were to ask Aphros what astonished him most, he'd likely proclaim that the first thing was how he found himself sleeping because of that nong. Not far behind, the second surprise was that the boy had just experienced his first kiss!

Okay, Aphros had gathered from the same nong's confession that there was someone he had feelings for. He had gotten the same information from his nephew. Yet, he couldn't imagine that the nong had never experienced such things before, like kissing and being touched.

From the moment they first met, Aphros had acknowledged that his nephew's friend was undeniably attractive. With a striking facial structure, prominent yet sharp eyes, elegant eyebrows, a cute nose, and beautifully colored lips, that nong possessed an undeniable allure. No matter how you could style his hair, his face would always captivate attention. Engaging in makeup and photo shoots, Aphros believed that Paint had the skills to become a model, as he had such unusual striking features.

The more Aphros got to know Plerng's friends, the more he felt strange.

Aphros' family didn't judge people solely based on their appearance, they had learned to accept various personalities. Aphros' family members had diverse personalities and often gravitated towards similar types of individuals. Plerng was no exception. From childhood to adulthood, Aphros, the young uncle, had encountered many of his nephew's friends, and almost all of them had a certain charm. Given that, it wasn't surprising that Plerng's closest friend was such an attractive boy.

However, it was puzzling that someone so good-looking had never experienced even a first kiss. After all, wasn't he the same age as Plerng, around 20 years old? How had he managed to evade such experiences? Aphros pondered whether that was an unusual occurrence or if it indicated that his nephew had matured too quickly.

"My... my first kiss, give me back my first kiss... huhuhuh."

That boy's cry changed Aphros' mind and turned upside down everything he thought he knew about young people, it showed him that innocent boys still existed in the world. He concluded that perhaps it wasn't the boy who was innocent, but rather his own nephew who was more wary of the world. At that moment, the man who usually handled life's challenges with ease stood before the nong who was crying and clutching his left hand. His cheeks were wet, and his eyes appeared so pitiful that Aphros struggled to decide what to do.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Don't cry."

"Huh!"

Aphros stepped closer, offering comfort in a soothing voice, but Paint's response was a cry, as if he believed the world was crumbling around him. Aphros gently placed a hand on Paint's shoulder and drew him into a comforting embrace.

"No, don't cry little nong. I'm really sorry."

"Phi..."

Initially resisting, Paint eventually clung tighter, one hand wrapped around his waist while the other soothingly caressed his shoulder and back. Aphros felt as though he were consoling a five-year-old child, his words tender and comforting.

"You haven't done anything wrong, sweetheart. Don't cry. Red eyes like this aren't pretty."

"But... I'm not beautiful... anyway... huh."

Despite his pitiful tears, Paint still mustered the strength to argue. Aphros pressed Paint's head against his shoulder, saying,

"Who says you're not beautiful? Your eyes are beautiful, your nose is beautiful, your mouth is beautiful, everything about you is beautiful. So stop crying, sweetheart. Your eyes are beautiful, your nose is adorable and rosy, and your mouth is the same. Stop biting your lip. It's all right now." Aphros reassured him, gently rocking the boy.