(( 🎧 Sagun, Shiloh Dynasty - I'll Keep You Safe)

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To say he was tired is correct. To say he was fed up is also correct. After leaving his family behind to live in big city, First realized how hard it was to take care of everything by himself.

He remember how his mom always praised him for being so independent and always ready to help. However things were different now.

He's an adult. There's a lot more responsibility for him to bear, and one of them was how to make a living. To make money. And thats what exactly he was doing now.

Working from nine to five, everyday. And day-off was a luxury that he only got twice a month. If he was not so lucky, those seniors in his company would shove more works to his table.

He could only blamed it on himself. For being too good-natured. The type that would always say yes when someone asking him for help. His family's upbringing is just like that after all.

It was currently 6 in the afternoon. While the sky is still slightly bright, his office was almost empty already. Almost all his collegues have left an hour earlier. Leaving him with a stack of documents to read through.

After switching off his computer, he snatched his coat that has been hanging on his chair since this morning. Its a bit wrinkled now, but he didnt care.

He looked outside, and of course he saw those rain that have been showering the city lightly since a while ago.

He took out a folded umbrella from within his brown-colored leather briefcase before proceeds to leave his workplace.

After a 'ding' sound, the elevator was opened and First quickly went out, walking towards the entrance that also acted as an exit.

Once he was outside, he opened the umbrella in his hand and use it to cover himself from the dripping water.

He walked on the sideway, did not planning on waiting for the bus. He sighs every few steps while his eyes focus on the wet pavements.

He was thinking what he should eat for dinner. He havent got his salary yet while the money on his bank account didnt amount to much. He couldnt help but frown.

First's neck was a bit sore for looking down too much as he walks for nearly half an hour already. He raised his head a bit and thats when his eyes met with a stranger's dark orbs. That split second when their eyes met felt so strange for First. Strange yet enticing.

Its like the world stopped briefly. But both went on their separate ways. First trying to brushed it off as he kept on walking.

However, there's something in his chest that bothers him. As if wanting him to turn back, to look for that stranger.

First clenched the umbrella on his hand as he says "Fuck it!". He stopped walking, contemplating a bit whether to really turn back or just leave.

But maybe, the calling he got from his own heart was just too loud. He couldnt possible be ignoring it. So, he did.

He turned around.

And when he looked back, his eyes met the stranger's eyes again. He observed the stranger that was standing still, with the exact same looking umbrella as his. What was happened next is even weirder to him.

He saw a smile on the stranger's face. First was puzzled, and stunned at the same time. They didnt know each other, and this person smiles at him. He was not a narssistic person, but isn't it okay for him to think that that person is smiling at him?

Well, it wasnt, at least for him.

The next second, he saw the stranger continued to walk ahead while once in a while looking back, as if glancing at him. And to First, this was the stranger's way to invite him to come and follow him. And so he did.

First followed him into somekind of bar in downtown area, 15 minutes walk from his initial place. The place was packed with mostly young people, gathering in tables that were spread out in a quite big hall.

The light was dim, with yellowish bulbs here and there as its source of light. There's something about the dim place and the crowd that seems inviting and cozy.

First lost his sight of the stranger, however he didnt leave. Instead, he sat down in one of a corner. Far ahead of him was a little stage. From what he heard from the other around him, this bar have a live music performance.

His eyes was scanning through the crowd from time to time, yet he still couldnt find that person. He sighes, he was tired and even more so now.

Stupid enough of him to follow around a stranger, what a waste of time — he thought.

Meanwhile, in the other side of the room. A boy was ready with a guitar on his hands.

When the mc who was on the stage called for his name, he came up with a smile, followed up by thunderous claps from the guests below the stage.

"Ai Khaotung, what have you prepared for us tonight?" Asked the mc. As he looked into the crowd, Khaotung's eyes found the object he wanted to see. To say it was an object is definitely wrong, in fact it was a person.

He smiles, their eyes met yet again before he turned to look at the mc beside him. He said:

"I've prepared a song for tonight, its called 'Over The Moon'."

After a little more small exchange with the mc, Khaotung starts to sing the song, his eyes was on that man, First. While First also couldnt take his eyes off of the stranger on the stage.

Everything went into a stagnancy, as if time stopped, and everyone in the room disappeared. Only the two of them remain.

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Khaotung gained himself a round of applause as he finished the song. But this doesnt thrill him. He was anxious now more than ever. He handed over the guitar on his hand to the mc as he walked down the stage.

He knew where his feet wanted him to go. His steps grew faster as he got closer to the location. And there, he saw his source of anxiousness.

The man standing at a corner, with long brown coat. The man's eyes were on him the whole time, those gaze was intense.

Everytime their eyes met, Khao felt a suction that makes him want to drew himself closer to the man.

After what Khao felt as a long walk —when its actually not— they stood face to face. Now that they were this close, Khaotung realize the man was apparently taller  than him that he needs to look up.

Neither of them said anything, they were drown in each other's eyes.

A minute passed.

Then five minutes passed, but nothing happened.

However, Khao felt someone's hands on his waist all of a sudden. The next time, he felt that hands lightly squeezed his waist. But he was too immersed in looking at the man in front of him to care.

And then that hand suddenly pulled him, it was First's hands on Khao's waist. Their bodies bump into each other.

"Khaotung, am i right?" First said. Khao tilted his head a bit, then smirked. He raised his chin as an answer.

"Dont you want to know my name?" First again asked. The smirk on Khao's lips grew wider. He reached both his hands onto First's shoulder.

He glanced at First's lips before he stole a kiss on its corner. He turned to look at First's eyes again only to find no reaction whatsoever from it. Not even a flinch.

"Well then, mind to tell me your name, sir?" Khao said, which was kind of flirtatious of him as he moved his hands onto First's collar. This makes First amused.

"Well i dont mind, but i cant just gave out my name to a stranger randomly." Khao chuckles at First's answer.

"Then, tell me what i should do to know sir's name?" He asked yet again. The next second, Khao saw First's face getting closer before the later kissed him on the tip of his nose.

To be honest, this act made him skipped a beat.

"You have to at least be my lover. What do you think about having an older lover?" First said, his voice getting deeper after every word.

Khao smiles.

"Well..." he paused in between his words.

"It sounds like a good idea."

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—FIN—

This one was inspired by this photo 😌