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"My favorite piece" plays on repeat through Khaotung's headphone. This is the last song he remembers his first love Jiye played before he dropped her and her kids to the train last night.

Khaotung was torturing himself listening to this song but he can't stop.

Khaotung was beside First but his heart and mind always longing to Jiye. Khaotung still love Jiye.

"Tung." First called his name making him stop to his trance and look at First who was crying still tied to the bed. Khaotung quickly went to First just to wiped his tears. "Sshh it's okay I'm here."

First clothes was torn apart and he was trembling so badly making Khaotung to hug him.

"C-can you untied me. Please i-i want to go home." First said as he began to cry. By saying that Khaotung mood change.

"No you stay here with me! Don't cry!" Khaotung shouted making First to flinch and just cried silently as he don't want Khaotung hurt him again. First mind was hazy, he knows the side of his cheeks was bleeding and had bruises same with his legs and arms. And it hurts. He was hurt that all he wanted to do is to scream and cry so he tried because he can't take the pain anymore but Khaotung suddenly choke him again.

After that Khaotung quickly pulls his hands and stares at him. He places both of his hands onto First cheeks, gently caressing them.

"Khao." First mumbled softly tears suddenly falls down again when he called Khaotung name again like a prayer. Like he was singing it.

Khaotung likes it when First calls his name. He likes it when First sing his name..

But now khaotung wish that Jiye was the one called his name. He wish that Jiye was here and not First.

Khaotung thought as he hit the play button again on his headphone and then leans forward to First, connecting their lips together.

First tried to pulled away but Khaotung didn't let him as he kiss
him more roughly making his scream muffled by the kiss.

"I really.... missed your smile..." Khaotung speak inside his mind, he wish he can speak that loud hoping that First who was crying underneath him would hear him.










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