Khaotung, a 26-year-old adult, wishes to undo the past to find a way to save his high school crush, First. Unable to move on from his tragic past, Khaotung faces depression, wanting to end his own life.
He didn't expect to wake up from jumping off...
First sighed as his hot breath appeared like smoke in the cold night. After their dinner, he walked with Khaotung through the park.
Drake offered to bring Film home since both lived on the other side of town. Leaving First behind with Khaotung. Since the incident at lunch, they weren't really on speaking terms. First tried to forget about it, but the voices were screaming at him, confusing him.
It didn't help when Khaotung's shirt got wet because Drake accidentally dropped a water can on him, exposing his torso. First offered his soccer jacket so the boy wouldn't feel too exposed, but seeing his bare chest, he couldn't help but stare.
He eyes him as Khaotung puts on the jacket. First stops at the rim of his pants as he sees the ink poke out underneath his shorts. Khaotung caught him staring and feeling uncomfortable. He quickly closed the zipper. His mind went wild as all he could think of was to touch it and run his fingers over the ink on his skin.
"Hey, First?" Khaotung snapped him out of his thoughts as he turned to face him. His head was buried in the jacket he was wearing. "You don't have to walk me home, you know"
"No, No, I want to," First smiled at him, trying to hide the thought he was having earlier. "What if something happens?"
"Nothing is going to happen"
"You never know," First pounded, shivering from the cold breeze, he held his arms, trying to warm up as they kept walking through the night towards Khaotunsg's house.
"you want your jacket back?"
"It's okay, we're almost there, right?" He smiles at Khaotung, trying to pretend he isn't cold.
"First, you're cold, you might get sick," Khaotung whines as he grabs First's arm, feeling how cold the boy is feeling. "Look, you're freezing"
They arrived at Khaotung house, a small, cosy building with a shop next to it. He wasn't rich like the others and lived above a small shop owned by his neighbour. First stood there, not knowing what to do. Should he leave?
