Elsewhere "One Year" SK

But soon he found that this worry was unnecessary, he had to worry about the opposite thing.

Because K is actually a weird two-faced man.

Although K was not introverted when facing him, he definitely looked extremely passive.

K will cooperate with the training, provided that he volunteered, or was ordered to go to the training immediately.

When training, it is completely based on the performance of S.

That is, he treats S as S treats him——S is a restrained person, and he is not very good at hooking his shoulders, but he soon finds out that this is completely unacceptable.

Because in addition to K’s initiative to ask for a head pat (it seems to be S’s initiative every time in the future), and then the director said, he will occasionally ask to sleep together (S is even more suspicious that this request is entirely because he can’t sleep well alone. ), and no more.

Yes, gone!

K will respond to other people's shoulder hooks outside, and if S takes the initiative, he will also respond, but he really just responds.

S tried it twice, and if he didn't take the initiative to touch K physically for two consecutive days, K would never encounter his own situation.

The same is true for eyes, if K finds that S is always staring at him in various ways as required, he will stare at S at any time, otherwise, he would rather stare out the window in a daze.

S has never encountered such a difficult situation.

He has to be as proactive as Kong, the character in the show, otherwise his elementary school brother won't mind getting both of them said by the director.

She doesn't have the timidity of a newcomer at all, and doesn't cherish at all.

"Ah, my friends over there...Ask me how I feel. Brother, you finished filming? Oh, no, you see they finished filming? Is it interesting?"

"Milk tea!" S tapped K on the forehead, and passed the drink in his hand.

"Oh~Thank you brother, you are the best~" It was still the same insincere smile—there was no smile in his eyes.

That's it, does what needs to be done and doesn't seem to mind if it messes up.

"Yeah, I'm the best—then who is so cute who swallows his breath?" S leaned on the head of the bed and stretched his waist, watching K reluctantly open the lunch box to eat.

K looked at him with a guilty conscience.

S looks directly at him.

"Ah...Kongphop!" After rolling his eyes twice, K said carelessly, not forgetting to take a sip of hot milk tea first.

"The younger brother is very handsome~ and also very annoying~ but the little fierce eyes that swallow his breath are very attractive~ don't you think?" K said it casually, as if he didn't mean S, even Looking at it, the eyes are just passing by when talking.

"Oh." S didn't know what to reply for a moment, was this a compliment for his performance?Or, do you hate yourself?

"Then is the senior not good?"

K looked S up and down: "Oh." He lowered his head and ate seriously.

"...White-eyed wolf, you!" S finally didn't stop him, and patted K on the back of the head.

K ignored him, as if he was eating seriously.

S held his breath, looked at his hands, then looked at Junior K's head, and realized that he had started to develop an extremely bad habit - since he was a child, he had never pointed anyone's head so recklessly.

"Should I go to the Buddha to repent?" S took a deep breath and thought to himself, "Forget it."

"Don't pretend I don't exist, senior. I'm still alive and can hear you."

S turned his head and stared at K, "You disappear immediately! Don't disturb me talking to myself!"

K opened his mouth, then raised his hands to signal his disappearance.

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K took a long time to eat half of the meal.

S brushed his hair and came over, disgusted: "I've been taking a shower, you only eat so much! How did you grow so big!"

"Oh, have you taken a shower? Uh, tonight... do you want to live here?"

"What do you think?" S squinted at him and thought to himself: When I think about it, you don't care about training at all.

"Ah...it's really great!" K weighed it, and then jumped up proactively, "I'll take a shower after throwing out the trash! Wait for me! Brother!"

S turned on the TV by himself, brushed his hair, read the messages, and began to reply one by one.

After replying to all the messages, and changing the TV, he started to pick up the news, thinking about whether to read the book, but K hasn't come out yet—forget that this kid takes a long time to take a bath every time.

He tapped his fingers and thought for a while, and then did something that broke the lower limit of his life again.

S got up and knocked on the bathroom door: "K, how long are you going to hide in there? Will it take so long to take a shower? What the hell are you doing?"

The sound of water stopped, and there was a rustling sound.

S knew that this kid K was probably in a daze after washing, but he knocked on the door unhurriedly like this, feeling the pleasure of doing something bad in his heart.

"K, you've been washing for more than half an hour, you need to hurry up—"

K opened the door, only wearing a pair of trousers, a large towel draped over his shoulders, water was all over his body, and the water from his hair was flowing down in strands.

He had no expression on his face, and called softly, "Brother, why don't you be in such a hurry~"

S held his forehead, pushed K's wet forehead with his backhand, and pushed him into the door, "Wipe off quickly, and be careful of catching a cold!" He pulled the door hard.

K's voice of protest was vaguely heard from inside the door: "I'm not taking care of your mood—I'm so ungrateful ~ tsk!"

"Bullshit, take care of my brother's mood!" S leaned against the wall, staring at the door and scolding in a low voice, "I never made my brother happy! I don't cooperate at all!"

When K dried himself and came out, he found that S was surfing the Internet.

So he crawled over to see what S was looking at - he didn't understand.

S pushed his head lightly, and settled down, "I haven't wiped it dry, keep wiping it off."

Eyes are still on the screen.

K backed away a little, then began to shake his head and shake his fur like a reservoir dog.

"Ow! What are you doing—K!"

K looked at S innocently with big eyes like a cat, and S became angry again, "Okay, okay, bring the towel... Do I have a... cat?"

Resigned to his fate, he helped K brush his hair.

K bowed his head obediently and sat quietly.

S thinks K like this is inexplicably cute, "It really looks like a big cat..." He looked down at K's eyes, which were black, big and round.

It's different from usual, and different from acting, but it's really like a small animal—a small animal that needs to be taken care of by people.

Although there is no emotion in those eyes.

"Brother, are you here to do 'daily'?" K always refers to training as "daily tasks", and he regards this as a game.

"Ah, um."

"...I feel like I can't find Arthit. Before the next shoot, brother, can you help me match the scene?"

S was a little surprised: "Can't find the feeling? Are you acting well?"

"Ah, yes, don't you want to feel excited?" K was a little listless.

"Uh."

"Brother, are you excited?"

"It's... okay." S didn't know either, it was just the beginning, he didn't think about it that much—or he thought about it, but he still had time to get used to it.

"When I read a novel, I feel that being in love is so wonderful." K seemed to have something to say.

"Haven't you talked about it?" S stopped what he was doing.

"I've talked about it." The answer I heard was beyond S's expectation.

He continued to rub K's hair angrily, "Then what's your problem!"

"Oh, take it easy, master, it will hurt." K acted like a baby.

S paused with his hands, "You can call out anything!" His hands were finally light.

"But I have never loved anyone, my lord."

"You're addicted!"

"Ah, master, your face is not even red, you are really a tenacious man." The annoying smelly cat was still provocative in a calm tone.

"Call again, and I'll tie a chain around your neck!" S simply sat down and threatened K's eyes.

"Oh." Honestly.

"It seems pretty good for Kongphop to fall in love with someone like that. It seems pretty good to be loved by such a person." K's expression seemed to be wandering, not yearning.

"Uh, um."

"Brother, you don't give any advice?"

Fuck, brother, I haven't talked about it yet! S thought angrily.

"think it yourself."

"Oh...brother, have you talked about it?"

"...shut up." S messed up K's hair, and continued to rub it.

"Oh - it seems that we haven't talked about it."

S gritted his teeth, thinking about why he didn't turn his face.

A certain K seemed to realize that the atmosphere was not right, and raised his face, showing an innocent expression, "Brother?"

S concentrates on brushing his hair and doesn't want to talk to him.

"Brother~?"

"Brother~ give me a hug? Hug?"

S almost wanted to push this guy to the ground, he was so disgusted, he even "hugged" him!

He glanced down, with innocent eyes, and just now—well, it's not disgusting, and his voice is childish.

He put down the hand wiping his hair expressionlessly, and then opened his arms.

K showed a warm, slightly shy smile, and hugged her.

S put his arms around him, and the soft hair brushed against his cheeks, only then did he realize that K's hair had actually been wiped dry by him long ago.

"Brother has never been in a relationship, it will be a shame to come to play this~" K whispered in his ear.

"Hmm." While listening, he shifted his weight back, trying to sit down and lean against the head of the bed.

K moved and adjusted with his movements, and finally managed to maintain the position nestled in his arms.

"Look, all the intimate actions—for the first time, are with a certain boy. Not with someone you like."

"Hmm." S didn't want to say anything, but just patted K's back, which was a little thinner, and played with the big cat's hair with the other hand.

K didn't know what bad idea came to his mind, and suddenly he laughed.

S was a little curious and a little tired, the atmosphere was good, he didn't say anything in the end, and slowly closed his eyes.

K looked up at him, slowly adjusted his position, and closed his eyes as he leaned against his waist.