Warmth

The thing about one Krist Perawat is, when he gets all serious about something, he will pursue whatever that is like madness. He will make it his number one priority besides his schedule. He forgets to eat, to take his daily chat with his besties, even he often skipping sleep. His mom will make sure he gets all the words about this behaviour of his.

Take an example of today, he makes a promise with himself to composed one song. Not for anything, he just wants to give it to his p'Singto in their anniversary one month from now. He knows he's not the most affectionate boyfriend ever existed, and with this song, he wants to convey his entire feeling to his boyfriend. He wants p'Singto to know that he loves him very very much too.

And that's the reason he put all his focus to create something great. A promise he will, with all of his.

So there he is, in his study, alone, but accompanied by insomnia that slowly coming back.

Yes, he has insomnia before, he takes sleeping pills just to make himself sleep. But after he became an actor of GMMTV, his insomnia gradually cured in exchange for narcolepsy. Who doesn't get that with hectic schedules he had. Even hectic didn't do it justice.

He's not complaining though. He thanks the universe, all the God that exists, for the time he allowed to sleep. Even just for that one hour drive from his apartment to the office. Or the forty-five minutes from the beauty salon to the broadcasting studio. Or even the thirty minutes of makeup. Because who knows when will he be able to sleep again seeing his packed schedule every day.

He knows forcing himself to work in this situation makes nothing comes to mind at all. He's just making himself more stressed than before. He doesn't understand why he can't get the bridge the way he wants. Why the lyric feels wrong somehow.

With an exhausted body, he forces himself to go out of the room. It's time to lie down his body somewhere soft. Even when he can't sleep but he knows his body needs to rest the most.

As careful as possible he opens the door of his room, hoping he's not disturbing his p'Singto. Has he tells you yet? Yes, p'Singto finally moves into his apartment. It's been around six months now. Oh boy, how happy he feels when his p'Singto said yes to moving in.

The first destination is to the kitchen, just checking if there's any snack available. But alas, with a heavy schedule and no time to do groceries, expectedly there will be no food to munch at all.

Sighing, he goes to drink instead. There's a beer available, he just wishes that this can make him feel sleepy.

With a can of cold beer in hand, he decided to go to their bedroom. He wonders if his p'Singto still awake or not. Because he knows the older also like to sleep late. Not this late, he thinks.

He pushes the door open, taking a slow silent step towards the bed.

Singto looks up from where he sprawled over the bed. "Oh Kit, why you still up?" he says with a sleepy voice. Krist suddenly feeling guilty waking him up.

"I can't sleep," says Krist, noting his voice sounds desperate.

"Come here then, put down that drink, let sleep," Singto inviting with an open blanket. Grabbing Krist's hand to pull him inside. "Tomorrow is a long day."

With warmness engulfing him like this, Singto's warmness and the blanket, of course, his eyes start to get droopy. "Thank you," he yawns as he drops his arm to Singto's waist. Searching for more warmth.

Sleep already crawling inside his head when he notices that Singto's hand feels strong about his waist.

"Anytime, Kit. Good night," reply Singto as Krist feels a warm press of lips to his forehead. Feeling happy and comfortable, he let sleep take his consciousness away.