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...
The next morning, First woke up feeling he needed to go to the restroom. As he tried to get up, he felt someone holding him. Squeezing him closer as a groan sounded. He looks down and sees Khaotung hugging him. He isn't well, as his breath hisses, sweat dripping down his face. First pressed the back of his hand on his forehead, feeling he was glowing. His hands were ice cold.
He got sick because of the wet hair; he so warned to dry, but after what happened yesterday, he wasn't going to scroll him. He looked at him worried as the boy shivered.
"Khaotung?" he softly whispers into his ear. "Tung? Are you feeling sick?" The boy softly responded with a small nod. His eyes are still shut as he shivers. "I need to go to the restroom; maybe I can find medicine for you, okay?" he tries to reassure him as he tries to make Khaotung let him go. "I will be right back" he strokes his cheek before getting out of bed.
While in the restroom, he relieved himself, seeing the bathroom for the first time, he saw Khaotung's uniform on the ground, along with some stuff. He washes his hands and sees the products the boy uses. Sniffing the products as the scent smells familiar. It smells like him. He smiles for a second before realising what he is looking for.
He looked through the cabinets to find some medicine until he found some bottles with anti-depression. Shocked, he looks towards the bedroom. Not knowing Khaotung suffers from depression, his heart breaks a little. He was always so happy, quiet and to himself but happy. With love or with him, he seems okay, social, and never down. Yet when he comes to think of it, First still doesn't know everything about him. His past was still a mystery, and those nightmares he was having.
He puts the bottles away and looks for vitamins or anything else that can help his fever. When he found a couple, he took it with him with a glass of water. Walking back to the bed, he sees Khaotung hugging the blanket, still shivering, tears rolling down his cheeks. He must have fallen back asleep because he was having the same dream. Calling out First name desperately, the pain in his voice cracked through First ears as he put down the medicine and glass.
