Known as the best couple.
One is a famous actor, the other a promising singer.
They've received multiple awards together.
Everything about them is an epitome of a perfect love story.
Are they really what they seemed behind the glamour? Or everythi...
Singto gently planted a kiss on Krist's forehead. He carefully got up then silently walked out the door.
He dialed his phone and contacted someone.
"Have everything prepared when I get back.", Singto replied.
A look of determination is written all over his face as he looked back at the closed bedroom door where his beloved man is peacefully resting.
Krist began to move, slowly opening his eyes while stretching his body. He is still sleepy and tired. His body is aching as if he had been to a battle the night before.
"Battle. Body aches."
Krist suddenly opened his eyes as the reality suddenly sinks in. He began to look around looking for that culprit who makes him flustered right now. He covered his face with his blanket, still bewildered. He doesn't want to move a muscle and just want to pretend he is still sleeping.
"Oh, good lord! It wasn't a dream.", he screamed in his head.
"I lost control last night! Shit!", he kept cussing to himself. He couldn't believe he really did it. His body froze.
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"Good morning, Khun Perawat.", he heard his P's calm voice.
"Oh, shit! What do I do? Should I play dead all day?", he screamed in his head. He is in panic.
"Hmm.. Still tired?", Singto asked in a teasing voice.
Krist's face feels warmer but he knows he can't avoid his P this time. He slowly popped out of his blanket and got up, leaning his body against the headboard.
Singto is sitting on the bedside chair, seemingly waiting for Krist to wake up.
"Oh, hey. Good morning.", Krist responded, pretending he just woke up, his eyes uneasy.
Singto smirked as he watches Krist's expression.
"Not so feisty anymore, huh?", he teases his Nong, referring to what Krist had done last night.
"W-what do you mean?", the young lad stuttered, feigning innocence.
Singto chuckled as he stood up and moved to sit on the bed, facing Krist. He tousled his Nong's already messy hair as he gazes fondly into Krist's face.
"Cute.", Singto uttered, smiling warmly.
"I am not cute. I am handsome.", Krist protested, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"Hmm.. Yes, you are.", Singto agreed which made Krist feel even more embarrassed.
"Why are you being acquiescent?", Krist asked, gazing back at Singto.
