It Must've Been The Wind (COMPLETED)

Breaks (18+)

Fiat puts the raw piece of sliced beef into the pot. "Thank you for letting my boyfriend join us, guys." Fiat thanks the group.

Oaujun nods and clap his hands together. "Thank you for having me."

"I'm Matt." One of Fiat's friends introduces himself. He points towards the other two girls, "This is Sanson and Sansuay."

Oaujun nods at the both of them in acknowledgement. They seem to be fairly easy to remember. Sansuay is the petite lady with glasses while Sanson is the direct opposite. Then there is Matt, as friendly as he is, Oaujun has a bad feeling about him.

Sansuay looks at Oaujun, adjusting her glasses. "So how did the both of you meet?"

Oaujun looks at Fiat and the both of them smiled. "Fiat is one hard headed person. He refuses to come for the hazing session. I have to persuade him many times until he agrees. Even after he agrees he still wouldn't have a proper conversation with me."

Fiat laughs. "He had to kidnap me just to get dinner with him. He says that our code number is the same, therefore we have to be best friends."

"Looks like you're more than best friends now." Sanson commented, earning a nod from Fiat.

Matt smiles and takes a piece of cooked beef from the pot. "Fiat, this is yours." Matt places it on Fiat's plate. Oaujun watched him as he did it again. Jealousy covers him like the cold wind before the rain.

"Thanks, Matt."

Oaujun knows better than to make a scene. It was his first time meeting Fiat's studio friends. However, seeing Fiat enjoying Matt's attention is making it hard for him to keep everything in.

Singto decides to get some food before heading back to Krist's place, knowing the boy would be hungry from all the cleaning. Just as Krist says, when Singto got back, he was cleaning the floor. He made way for Singto to move to the balcony. "By the way, I brought food in case you are hungry." Singto places the packet food on the table and heads out to the balcony.

Krist didn't thank him but lifts and eye brow, questioning the boy's decision to be this nice to him. He shakes himself out of his thought and starts wiping the floor. He's' almost done.

Krist wipes the sweat beading onto his forehead. He eyed the drink on the table that is from Singto. The thirst is too strong for him to reject it. He takes it and gulps it down. Krist made his way to the balcony to check on the boy. When was the last time someone helped him do his chores?

"When you're done, you can leave." Krist says.

Singto looks at him and nods. Singto knows not to overstay his welcome. He watch Krist turns around and walk away until he hears a loud thud followed by a loud groan. Singto runs toward the sound.

He finds Krist on the floor, most probably slipped on a wet patch. He hears the older boy cursing. "Krist, are you alright?" Singto kneels onto the floor, examining the boy. "Where does it hurt?"

Krist didn't say anything other than holding onto his wrist. "Don't move." Singto instructs. He put his hand underneath Krist's knees and back, with a swift motion, he carries the older boy. Krist wraps his hands around Singto's neck for dear life.

"What are you doing?!"

"Shut up and don't move if you don't want to fall again." Singto answers back. Krist didn't have a choice but to follow that the younger boy tells him. Singto carries him to the bed and lay him down softly. "Your butt must've hurt a lot for you to just sit on the floor like that. I'll get you some ice for your hand."

Singto walks over to the fridge and searches for ice but none to be found. He pulls out a chilled bottle water as substitute. He walks towards the boy and offers him the bottle. "Put this on your hand. It should feel better." Krist takes it reluctantly and places it on his right wrist.