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 felt 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 looked down and saw Khaotung hugging him. He wasn't well, as his breath hissed, sweat dripping down his face. first pressed the back of his hand on his forehead, feeling glowing. His hands were ice cold.
Khaotung got sick because of his wet hair. First warned him to dry his hair, but First wouldn't scroll him after what happened. 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 shut as his body shivers. He felt cold, clinging onto First as his body felt warm.
"I need to go to the restroom. Maybe I can find medicine for you, okay?" First reassures him, stroking his cheek, he tries to make Khaotung let him go. "I will be right back, I promise"
Khaotung let him go, making a soft noise as First got out of bed.
While in the restroom, he relieved himself. First saw the bathroom for the first time and Khaotung's uniform on the ground from the night before. As he washed his hands, he saw the products the boy used. Sniffing the products, the scent smelt familiar, as it smells just like Khaotung. First smiled before he remembered what he was 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, Alan 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 to help his fever. When he found a couple, he took it with him and 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's name desperately, the pain in his voice cracked through First's ears as he put down the medicine and glass.
Rushing back to him as he holds him in his arms.
"Tung!"
"Tung, I'm here, ssh," he stroked his head, holding him as he rocked his body back and forth, slowly humming a Polycat song, knowing Khaotung loved the band. Just like him, Polycat's songs made him escape reality. Their songs spoke through him like they were meant for him; they always calmed him down, and he hoped it would do the same for Khaotung.
