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 let out a long sigh as he saw his hot breath appear like smoke in the cold night. He walks with Khaotung through the park after the dinner they had.
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, making him all confused.
It didn't help when Khaotung's shirt got all 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 stopped at the rim of his pants as he saw the ink poke out underneath his shorts. Khaotung caught him staring, feeling uncomfortable he quickly closed the zipper.
His mind went wild as all he could think of was to touch it. 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. Holds his arms, trying to warm up as they keep 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 arm, feeling how cold the boy is feeling. "Look, you 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 father. First stood there, not knowing what to do. Should he leave?
"you want to come in?" Khaotung offered, reading First face as he opened the front door. Without hesitation, he enters the warm, cosy house. It smells like vanilla, just like Khaotung. Normally, he doesn't like the smell, but on Khaotung, he did like it. It was sweet.
