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...
Khaotung reached out to his therapist to help him with the nightmares; he promised that he would work on it, trying to improve to fight the trauma he experienced. For their relationship to work, both ends need to improve.
Khaotung needs to open up and be more honest with First, tell him what's on his mind, and First has to appreciate whenever Khaotung needs space. There were times they couldn't see each other, and First tried his best not to overstep the boundary no matter what.
After a few months, they were about to graduate, and Khaotung had a lot on his mind as he tried to finish most of his work, in other words, First couldn't distract or hang out with him since he was also occupied.
Their relationship was still unofficial. They still went on dates but didn't take it further than holding hands and a few hugs now and then. Sure, whenever Khaotung had bad dreams, he reached out to First, and they cuddled together, nothing more. It was pure and wholesome.
Khaotung kissed Forst once or twice on the lips, but there were just pecks as he wished him good night or a good day. First never kissed back and let Khaotung be the affectionate one for now.
It was the weekend, and they were cuddling in First's bed, enjoying each other company. First had fallen asleep as he snored, Khaotung could hear his heavy breathing. He hugged First's side as he hooded his leg over him, feeling First's hand on his back, their favourite position to sleep. Khaotung cuddled him like a koala to his side.
He looked up, admiring his sleeping face. Khaotung looked at every feature: his lashes, lips, the mole on his chin. He loved every bit of him, making him smile, grinning from ear to ear.
"Take a picture. It will last longer," First spoke with a grin. Still, his eyes closed as he felt Khaotung stare at him.
"Oh, I thought we were asleep," Khaotung blushes, surprised at First, who slowly opens his eyes, he stares into them as he turns his face towards him. He strokes Khaotung's back, giving him goosebumps.
