Going For A Trip [ไปเที่ยวกันปะ] - A​ 2Moons Fanfiction

Mae Ya

อุบัติเหตุ
Accident

A/N:
Sorry for the late update!
I am not sure what I was writing.
As Indonesian would say; gaje means not clear (of the storyline).
And sorry for all the late replies. I will reply back after few hours. I was updating this chapter while my phone battery left less than five percents. So I need to charge my phone first. 😅

[Third person's POV]

"P'Pha!"

"Ai'Ming!"

"P'Kit, P'Beam!"

"P'Forth!"

Wayo kept on screaming those names. He wished this was some kind of bad joke or prank from them. But at that time, he could only wish for that. Because those guys were gone, literally they were not there. It was getting colder by time under his damp shirt from the brief drizzle just now. But Wayo kept on walking along the trail. This was his third times on the trail on his attempt to look out for the rest of the guys, although he knew, it would be useless. But he still clung on a tiny bitsy of hope in his heart.

Wayo was wiping off his tears in snuffle. He was done crying. He wasn't a small kid anymore. He was more than 18 and he shouldn't have cried. With a determine face, he started to off trail by entering an old-looking, fragile and about to fall apart wooden trail that had been closed with a barricade for visitors. He had been walking on same route over and over but to find nothing. So, he decided he should be brave and looked up at other places. Perhaps his friends and boyfriend was brought into the forest through this peculiar trail. He didn't care of the dangers he would face. He just wished to be with the rest of the guys. He didn't want to be alone.

As he was about to enter the broken trail, he felt sling of black cloth was wrapped around his eyes by surprise. A pair of hands was busy tying his wrists and ankles. And another pair of big hands was wrapping him from behind and then he was carried on someone's broad shoulder. Wayo was putting up a fight to release himself but whoever was holding him seemed not affected by that. He tried to kick and hit with his limbs but all those were just a waste of his energy. He felt the arm was holding him even tighter to withstand all the hits and kicks from him.

"Let me go!" Wayo demanded.

But Wayo never got any response.

It wasn't a long distance before Wayo was put down on a hard wooden floor. He felt the clothes that tied his limbs being released but only to be held securely by hands. His pink shirt was slowly being unbuttoned. Wayo started to panic. Not again, Wayo screamed out loud in his heart. He tossed and wriggled himself to be free. Before he knew it, a pair of soft but firm lips were latching on his. And he was surprised. But added to his surprise, he returned the kiss. The kiss was not an ordinary kiss but a short make out session, that his own blood was boiling with lust. A bunch of guilt started to creep but the kiss turned out to be something irresistible that his own body just gave in without a fight. Like that pair of lips own him.