Emotions

9

A song was playing on the background when Khaotung dragged First inside his room.

It was fun the train rides, the kites they always watched every way back home and the kittens.

The song on the background had a nice beat but something was missing.

Khaotung don't know maybe the vibes he just felt something was missing and he hates it.

I lost my way.

I lost my mind on the sunny day.

Word on the street that there's something really happening.

You sit around on your home all alone.

You sad little boy.

Khaotung wanted to laugh now because the song was kinda relatable. He was really sad because the boy who was beside him didn't even look alive and just going to the flow. First was still wearing the uniform the old men customer wanted him to wear, the red lipstick was smudge on the side of his lips but luckily the hair wig he was wearing was look nice that every guy who looks at him will probably mistaken him as a girl.

The air was cold in Khao's room making First to shivered. Khaotung noticed that and quickly yanked First closer to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Khaotung can't help but to smile at First looking cute wearing the wig and uniform. Khaotung really wanted to kiss First right now so he kissed him on the cheeks then hug him again.

"First." Khaotung called.

"Hmm." First hummed looking at his swinging legs.

"First look at me." Khaotung said while First complied and looked at him.

"Happy birthday." Khaotung whispered softly looking straight to First while saying those words. Then he pulled First again into a tight hug making First to hug him back. After that First started to panic when he feel Khao's cold hands under his uniform, "K-khaotung sto-"

"shh, be quite for a second will you? i will just be quick."

Khaotung soon started kissing First neck still using his hand to keep First stop moving and stay still. It was too pleasuring for Khao but for First it wasn't he was scared but he can't stop Khaotung because what's the use right? He was already dirty and used many times. So instead of pushing Khaotung away he just cried silently while staring blankly to the camera hiding on the cabinet. Khaotung was filming it again.

First cried more to that making Khaotung to pause and quickly grab the hidden camera he used to hide everytime they had sex either it's by forced or not. "First-" Khaotung tried talking to him and explain, but First didn't let him. "Just- just go." First whispered softly, feeling like crying right there and now. He was tired he wanted to kill himself now.

"First listen to m-"

"Just leave please." First mumbled a few tears running down his cheeks which were slightly shaded pink, then he suddenly looked up and flinched when Khaotung just throw the camera at him angrily and then left slamming the door shut.

First cried to that touching the wound on his head as he layed down to the bed, hugging the pillows, sobbing loudly.