(Author Aom Ro)

On boat at the floating market, Kit tagged along with few of his freinds, Jam, Det and Bell.

Kit turned around before sitting back down to look over at Bell.

Bell stared back as Kit looks up and down at Bell's hoodie and mask in summer heat.

Must be suffocating in that. Kit thought to himself.

Bell broke eye contact to look at the food boats which made Kit's intrusive thoughts pop up to Bell naked.

His scars are massive than I remembered.

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Next day, at the college ballet studio room Kit pratices his ballet on pole.

Kit's eyes went sideways to the stranger using Bell's phone.

I assume Bell is babysitting this kid? Weird he'd let the kid use his phone.

Arty looked up from the phone and smiled.

Flashback

Arty runs to bustop as the bus drives away, which made Arty groaned in frustration before pulling out Bell's phone from his pocket.

Arty glanced at the contact list and clicked on one.

"I missed the bus, come pick me up." Arty tell's Kit on Bell's phone.

At the ballet studio, Kit blinked profusley at the bold kid's voice. "Me?!"

Flashback end.

Kit lips thinned line. How long am I stuck babysitting? He won't even tell me where he and Bell lives.

"By the way look at my tenticals." Arty turned around showing happliy.

Kit held a disgust look at the tenticals on his back. Ew

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At the private beach party, Kit brought Arty to drop him off to Bell but accidentally sepperated.

 Kit mistakenly bumped into Bell’s pink fairy wings among the crowd and touched his wing.

 Feels so nice. Kit thought to himself.

“Ack!” Bell unconsciously closed his wings before he turned around to meet Kit.

Bell’s cheeks flushed cheeks lessen seeing the confused omega. “Oh, it’s you-“

Kit hands went to Bell's cheeks as he looked at Bell’s light blue freckles. His eyes trailed down to the transparent shirt banadges covering his torso, to white shorts that looks like boxers.

Why is he only one dressed like this in a foreign country, are they taking advantage of him?  Kit thought to himself feeling elevated chest getting anxiety.

Kit blocked Bell's way.

"Huh? It's not what you think, I'm a singer and harpist.” Bell explained as he see Kit's pissed look soften.

Kit's poster lessened.

"Yeah, it's nothing weird." Bell tell's Kit.

"Um.." Kit tried speaking but his mind went blank.

Kit cleared his throat brain went muddled before grabbing Arty from the crowd to keep a conversation going.

 “I don’t know Russian.” Kit tells Arty while dragging him to Bell.

“But, he's been speaking Thai.“ Arty replied to Kit baffled by Kit's nervousness.

Bell glanced at the two in front of him. The two burdens in my life.

Kit rushed to the bathroom leaving Arty alone with Bell.

In the bathroom, Kit knelt on floor by the toilet throwing up animal blood.

Kit turned around rested his head on back of toliet, his wolf ears popped up to listen on Bell and Arty.

Bell checks Arty’s neck as he lectures him.”I get you’re confused by me and Kit’s mixed scent, but we barely know each other.”

Bell looks down. Not like I could just move, its hard for the boys to learn a new language. Plus, this is their culture.