He was there. I could feel him, even though I couldn't see him. I could smell his cologne, I could hear his loud breathing. I could feel his gaze on me, burning on my skin, my body, my soul. It was like a torture. A blissful torture.

COMPLETE. This is a fanfiction. This is NOT real. This is a boy's love genre story. If you do not like this, please do not read. Any event described in this story is from my own imagination. The story is about an alternate universe Krist and Singto. I do not own the images, they belong to the photographers. I do not own the men, they belong to themselves (and GMMTV...) I only own the plot, and that is not much.