a/n: This fic brought to you by the recent fan meet videos n photos XD
Singto made his way through the crowd, flickering coloured lights giving everyone a ghostly appearance. He picked the champagne glass on his way without sparing a glance at the boy serving it and marched forward. He sipped the fizzing liquid and stopped in his tracks, his eyes zeroing onto the figure he had thought he had imagined standing there. His eyes weren't tricking him.
It really was his friend.
Singto narrowed his eyes. What was he doing here?
Hadn't he just up and left, disappearing from the face of the earth without informing Singto he was going to do so?
Singto got stopped several times, directors and actors coming up to him and trying to chat with him. He would be happy to engage them any other time but his former friend was making his way out of the dark hall and Singto could barely keep track of where the other was going to. When the other male was close to the Exit door, Singto excused himself, apologising to everyone and dashed, trying to not push others out of his way in his haste. By the time he made it to the Exit, his friend was gone. Singto raked a hand through his hair.
May be he had been imagining?
It had been almost a decade now. It couldn't be possible.
*
Singto climbed out of his van and breathed in the fresh air. It was seven in the morning. He needed his dose of coffee before he could continue his work. He informed P'Jane (still his manager) and walked to the nearest cafe, his glasses on. He waved back at some of the girls waiting at the nearest bus stop, smiling at them. He stepped inside the cafe next to the bus stop. He ordered for a croissant and an iced coffee. While he waited for his order, he skimmed through his inbox and all the new mails in it. Nothing interesting. He sighed. His number was announced and he went to the counter to collect his order. The girl behind the counter was blushing, stuttering to ask him for an autograph. Singto instead offered with a smile to take a selfie with her.
As he walked out of the cafe, he wondered if celebrities like him really made others happy. If they did, then that was good because to himself, beyond the money he couldn't see what good he was doing.
He met the same group of girls at the bus stop. He approached them to their surprise. One of the girls squealed and Singto laughed. He asked her to hold his croissant and the other his iced coffee. He took his phone out and snapped some selfies with them, patting the third girl on her head. They gave back his breakfast shyly and he thanked them for taking a picture with him. The bus they had been waiting for slowed down at the stop and the girls thanked him profusely again and boarded the bus. Singto waited for the bus to roll out of the stop, waving the girls goodbye. As the bus slowly rolled out, he watched open-mouthed as his previously-missing friend sitting in the last seat, earphones plugged on, eyes closed go away too in it the metallic contraption.
Krist was really back in Bangkok.
a/n: Apologies for starting another fic when I'm still on with the others XD Besides, it is my first time outside of Kpop writing using actual people :3 So, some of the names might be changed in the future for that purpose.
