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Bangkok, again.
Only the two of them this time, as it has been for years. Kylie and Yeong - the inseparable pair.
It would’ve been nice though, Yeong thinks, to see his face again flashing somewhere in the crowd.
Maybe they would lock eyes for a moment on a street crossing, take a step forward, then turn back – at the same time, obviously.
'Gyu Ho!?’ he would ask, casually, as if the name wasn’t echoing through his head for the last five years.
‘Tabby?’ Gyu Ho would blink his beautiful, stupid eyes at him.
And then they would walk to some nearby cafe, talking awkwardly for hours through pained laughter, swallowing tears between smiles, and Yeong would never let him walk away again, never, ever...
This is what Yeong thinks about as he lays fucked out on a motel bed and stares at the ceiling fan, when his back slid over scabbed wall behind the club on a Friday night, as his knees hit the sticky floor in men’s bathroom – there should be imprints in the tiles by now, like in a pew...
But mostly when he’s in Thailand, always during the monsoon season.
He lays in the rain, and dreams...