(Author Aom Ro)
During the weekend, the pack went Chatuchak market with bags of food.
Kit's introverted self simply listened to the voices of his older friends chatting among themselves and Bell's laugh at Jam's joke. Kit's eyes took another of Bell's tourist outfit, the kilt.
The skirt doesn't look half bad on his flat butt.
Minutes later, Bell's eyes linger enviously at the packed outdoor mini bus, while his friends unconsciously went ahead of him.
Kit looked behind during Fon's converastion to noticed his imprintee lag behind from the group.
Kit's eyes then glanced at the packed bus that caught his imprintee's attention.
Bell tried to disappear among the crowded crosswalk but his hand got latched on.
Bell's mouth gasped.
Flashback.
Kit sucking on Bell's bloody neck while latched onto Bell's fist on ground.
Bell's face snarled at the Kit's curious green eyes, once again Kit not caring what he does to him in public.
Bell's hand couldn't move an inch, the omega's hold too powerful.
Kit lead him away from the crowd. The bus is a tourist trap scam and we're too far from the others.
Bell's teeth gritted forced to follow thinking of ways to injured that hand then suddenly an idea came up.
He glanced down at Kit's back pocket where his phone secured. Bell bend down making Kit turned to a sudden halt.
Kit blinked in confusion at his imprintee grabbed his phone.
Seconds later, the phone got thrown across the street shattering the screen.
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The next day, at college classroom Det stuck by Kit's side for spilling tea since the teacher hasn't shown up.
"You could charge him for that phone." Det mentions in a whisper.
Kit sighed.
Det squinted at Bell's tired face across them pretending to read a textbook.
Det went back to his seat.
Few minutes later, Bell gasped as he dropped his book, at feel of cold lips kissing back of his hair alot, fingers invading his hair as well.
Bell turned around to Kit swiftly back in seat with face hiddened in book.
Kit's redden face.
Bell quickly pulled on hat over his hair.
Did that guy just kiss my hair?! He could've bitten my skull! Bell thought to himself.
Det gave a weird look at the two from his seat but said nothing.