Krist's Distractions

Distraction #4: The Smell

Krist is half asleep on set, when his sleep muddled brain registers someone talking about his p'Sing. He sits up straighter, hearing the older's name and very subtly tries to listen in on the conversation going on between Tae and p'putza.

"P'Sing is so helpful... you know, the other day I had so much difficulty with my stupid phone... and he actually sat and fixed it for me... how nice of him."

"Sing is an adorable little baby, and he is so good to work with because he doesn't move at all when I ask him to sit still... his hair takes me the least amount of time..."

Tae laughs and says, "You know p'Sing is very dependable. And he smells so good and warm all the time... very distinct from the rest."

"Yeah... he smells very homey and distinct."

"WHY ARE YOU ALL TALKING ABOUT MY P'SING'S SCENT?" Krist exclaims, forgetting that he was supposed to not be listening in.

Tae and P'Putza burst out laughing, while everyone else becomes quiet and P'Putza says, "See I told you Tae, he is listening to us! Can't have any moment of peace with these boys around."

Krist turns a bright shade of red and storms out of the room quickly, and as he walks out he can hear loud peals from laughter from behind him, signalling that the whole crew now knew about his little outburst.

Great! Just great!

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Singto finds Krist in a terrible mood, the younger's face scrunched up in an adorable pout. It makes Singto want to kiss him, but brothers don't kiss each other. At least not like the way Singto wants to kiss him.

"What's got you in such a sour mood?" Singto asks, sipping on his Americano as he hands Krist his favourite chocolate drink.

Krist accepts it quietly and begins sipping, not saying anything yet. He subtly tries to sniff the air, trying to discern what's so unique about his p'Sing's scent.

He catches a whiff of his perfume, and he acknowledges that it is homey and warm. Comfortable.

But he likes his p'Sing's natural musk better. He likes the smell that envelops him when they hug, that smell is very addictive.

He jumps when someone places a hand on his shoulder, crying out loud, and immediately he finds a pair of strong arms around his waist, pulling him close, to safety.

On instinct, he turns his head and buries his nose in the crook of the tanned neck, right next to the little mole. He is immediately blasted by a strong pleasant scent, of warmth and comfort, of his tuan. And he sighs happily.

"P'Gun, sawatdee Khrap... you scared him." Singto says as he laughs a little at Krist's cute reaction. The younger peeks out from his safe place to see a very amused p'Gun and Fiat, staring at them with knowing smirks on their faces.

He immediately draws away from Singto, his face on fire, and before he can say anything, Fiat speaks up, "Papa Mama getting cozy with each other. They want to give me a sibling!"

"Fiat, we should not be disturbing them... let's leave them to be cozy... I had just come to say hello, but this is wrong timing! Kids should not be seeing this..." Gun smirks as he drags Fiat away, leaving a smiling Singto and blushing Krist.