My Moon is My Life (KristSingto)

The Key To My Heart 🔞

Krist exhales heavily, his arms cling onto Singto's neck whilst pulling him close. Everything he encountered today banishes from his mind, with only one desire in mind. He eats Singto's lips hungrily as his fingers wander to a set of buttons, beginning to unbutton them.

"No love," Singto gently stops Krist. "As much as I want you now, I want to do things right tonight. Shall we have dinner first? I ordered KFC." He leads Krist towards the little set-up he did in the garden for their date. A picnic-like blanket covers the ground surrounded by plants and string lights. The starry clear night greets them from above with a light breeze.

"I didn't know you can be romantic," Krist says astonishingly in awe. They sink onto the picnic blanket. Singto opens the covers of fried chicken and other sides he remembers Krist likes. Krist takes the glass of champagne and tilts it towards Singto. "Cheers?"

"Cheers," Singto smiles, holding his glass as their glasses clink together. They both take a sip, feeling the fizzy sweet alcoholic beverage.

"You just wanted to get me drunk before you ravish me, don't you?" Krist smirks as Singto refills their drinks. He recalls the morning when he asked for details about their passionate night, the expression Singto tried so hard to hide was a dead giveaway.

"Maybe... But I do have more things planned for tonight," Singto smiles as he tears off a piece of chicken, feeding Krist lovingly. They spend an hour feeding each other bits and pieces with kisses in between. A perfect dinner night.

(A/N: We'll be back in a bit.)

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Godt opens the door into the apartment with a heavy heart. He does not even remember how he left the restaurant and made his way back. All that is on his mind, is the confession from Perth and his pained expression.

"I didn't say anything before because I know how much our relationship means to you, and the pain you went through... After that, I thought you found Krist and I didn't mind him loving you. I was so mad at Krist when he married that Singto. I thought he betrayed you... That's why I decided to come to Thailand. I didn't plan to confess, but ... will you give me a chance?"

He did not answer Perth. He still has not managed his situation with Kimmon. With this chaotic confusion, Godt does not know how will he move out without a plan. He planned to ask Perth to be housemates, but now, he is not sure if it is a wise decision.

"Ohh... You're back," A shaky voice breaks into Godt's deep thoughts. He blinks and lifts his head, meeting Kimmon in the eye. Kimmon is dressed in a relaxed attire of shorts and a simple blue t-shirt. He holds a cup in his hand as if he was home the entire day.

Godt opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He tries hard to think of something to say. Anything. Say hello or you're finally home. Say it. Say it!!

"I'm moving out!!" Godt blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind.

"You're what? Why?" Kimmon questions in confusion. Godt heads to his room without a word. Kimmon walks up to him and grabs his hand. "Why are you moving out? Why won't you talk to me?"

"I'm not the one that disappeared for days and came back acting as if nothing happened!" Godt yells. Ignoring a hinge of pain, Godt opens his door before Kimmon grabs his hand again. He turns around and sees Kimmon looking hurt.

"I don't want to be hurt again..." Godt mumbles before slamming the door shut.

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