lost hearts

[I'm going to wear white clothes tomorrow, right? ]

Singto asked as if thinking of something suddenly.

"Yes." Without thinking too much, just briefly recalling the theme color required by Yamaha's publicity tomorrow, Krist replied quickly.

Under normal circumstances, except for relatively formal occasions where the company prepares the clothes, the clothes for daily activities are prepared by themselves.

As for makeup, it depends on the specific situation. Some organizers will prepare their own makeup artists. For example, most magazine shoots will have professional makeup artists to give them makeup that fits the theme of the clothing and the theme of the shooting, but not necessarily for platform activities. To be able to have such treatment.When this happens, GMM's own makeup artist will come forward to help the two of them prepare their makeup for the event.

Singto himself also keeps convenient tools such as eyebrow trimmers and eyebrow pencils in his bag just in case.

[Brother, can I borrow a suitable white dress? ]

Krist looked at the brightly displayed message.

Almost immediately, he remembered his closet that was densely occupied by black.

Caught off guard laugh out loud.

"Of course you can."

"However, Krist's clothes may be a little wide."

Thinking of his brother's slender legs, and his waist, which looks thin in clothes but actually has abdominal muscles, Krist pinched his upper arm, feeling a little inferior.

Why not lose more weight earlier?

In this way, there are clothes that fit just right and can be lent to P'sing.

But he has a round face since he was a child, so no matter how hard he tried to lose weight, he couldn't look like his brother, with a small face and very thin.

With clothes, Krist constantly produces various associations.

Such as the feeling of hugging his brother's waist - if you hug him from the front, you will feel that his waist is really narrow, but his arms are strong and his chest is also very strong.

You can also hug his neck and get closer...

Just imagining it made Krist's breathing quicken.

If you fall in love with someone, you will have that kind of thought about him, right?

[Then when I get out of school, I'll go straight to you. ]

"Okay. [/smile]"

Krist is sitting in the car going home.

Replying to P'sing absent-mindedly, his brain was still immersed in the imagination that made him feel hot all over.

The gaze leaves the screen, follows the car window, and wanders between the scenery outside the window and the pedestrians.

Speaking of which, he has never understood, what should happen between boys...?

Is it helping each other with hands?

or--

His ears were flushed.

The fingers that opened Google search also trembled slightly.

But the speed of typing was extremely fast, and the vibration of the keyboard feedback was buzzing, accompanied by the drumbeat of his heart.

The search results popped up.

densely packed.

There are thousands of related answers.

But the conclusions are similar.

That is, with...

Krist moved uneasily in the seat.

Involuntarily, he moved his legs together.

"P'sing..."

A meaningless low call came from between his lips, as if this could calm his frantic heartbeat and boiling blood a little.

Krist closed the phone screen and held it tightly in his hand.

The heat of the palm pressed against the smooth shell of the phone.

He looked up.

Looking through the wiped clean front window to the end of the whole road.

His eyes were dark, as if full of autumn water.