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...
Things were going smoothly. First started to recover as scheduled and could put support on his ankle again. He still has to take it easy now and then, so he was unable to practise for the final match, stressing him out a little.
He was really worried he wouldn't be able to play. The promise he made to his seniours before him, scared he couldn't keep it.
"Hey, don't think too much about it, you're going to play!" Drake tapped him on the back, smiling at his friend as he gave him a drink. He sits down next to him on the bleachers, letting out the bulled up air he was holding. "unlike me"
"that's your own doing", First spoke as he accepted the drink, smiling at his friend, despite the stupidity of Drake's actions, he was grateful that he stood up for him. He let the team down, but that's Drake, a hothead and troublemaker at best when it came to his friends. First admired that about him, one of the reasons they became friends.
First always struggled to make friends, which is ironic, but it's true. He's awkward, loud and sometimes annoying. Not understanding people's wants or needs. He has been socially awkward all his life, still not understanding his own or someone else's feelings.
Drake, on the other hand, has it cut out for him, he goes with the flow and lets things happen that cross his path. Seeing what happens and sometimes taking responsibility for it.
Like right now.
"Hey, how are you and Film doing, by the way?" he suddenly asks, avoiding his gaze as he looks at his team practice.
"Good, I think"
"You sure?"
"Yeah, why? Is there something I don't know about?" First frowning at his friend, he starts to question himself.
Did something happen?
"I-" Drake trailed off as he spotted Film, giving a glare before looking at First, who looked at him with a confused expression, wondering what this was about. "Never mind", he tries to blow it off like it wasn't important.
Before First could ask, Film approached, almost throwing herself over him, smiling.
"Hey, cookie!" She spoke, giggling at him. "Hi, Drake" She looks him up and down as she focuses on Drake for a second. There was this strange tense auro between the two that First couldn't pick up.
