Singto comes down for breakfast when the shrill bell rings through the house, sharp at eight in the morning.. he sighs, nothing much has changed in the house other than his room fitted with a jacuzzi and a bigger state of the art led tv and his painting studio, which was locked and waiting for him through these years, painted in a brighter new colour, which he absolutely detests..he knows it's just to match the architecture around and not to match one's taste or wish, atleast never his.

He finds the breakfast table already full except for three chairs.. one just beside his father , one exactly beside the empty chair and one beside his mom. As Singto enters his mom gets up from the table and gives him a hug.. surprising him and his father both.." I missed you" she whispers for his ears only. Singto stares at his mom, breaking the hug , but finds only sincerety in the onyx eyes resembling his own..

She holds his hand and brings him to the chair beside her, Singto can feel his father's disdainful stare at his mom's actions.

" We wanted to pick you up son, but yesterday Nuwa had a extremely important party with all his shareholders and  investors..it was crazy and total media frenzy and your father insisted we just could not miss it." She sighs looking at her husband's scornful face.

." ohh talking of Nuwa where is the my elder boy and your dashing brother in law.."

" I am here mom. Krist made me get up late today" he winks,
" sorry to keep you all waiting. He kept on saying he is not hungry.. how will he take his medicines then . mom scold him pls."

Nuwa comes in and approaches Singto immediately as the maid and butlers  observe on..ready with the food trays to serve.

" Singto, I missed you so much dear little bro..why didn't you come for my wedding but you must have seen the pictures, they were on the first page of every national international tabloids .. it was ultimately the wedding of the decade ... You know bro,  I became champion of LGBT rights and krist's father, minister Sangpotirat again won the elctions because of our bold decision to tie the knot..we even legalised it at Vegas and had a blast there ..didn't we krist? Come on babe ..come front ..meet my long lost self exiled bro Singto prachaya Rungroj" 

Krist comes from behind Nuwa but his movements are visibly sluggish, the rough push which landed him on the floor in the morning, because he was not able to get up on time, and the tight slap on his face, is still ringing his ears ..

fever still so high that he feels everything swirling surrounding him..all voices seems like coming from afar..he is not able to focus but he tries very hard and likes what meets his eyes. A tanned face with a friendly dazzling smile, not the plastic ones he is greeted with everyday..

Singto extends his hand for a handshake and gets shocked when the pale hands touch his..he is burning up..but he calms his expression, something in krist's scared eyes tell him not to react. He just politely says

" hi, nice to meet you.." and gives him another warm smile, trying to make him understand he is not a threat..

" Hi ." His voice is hoarse and he doesn't return his smile. Singto's mom speaks up breaking the air of the awkward introduction..

" Krist, are you still not feeling ok? Why don't you meet the doctor today. You are having fever on and off for few months now and your appetite is hardly there dear. Your parents are invited for the welcome home dinner for Singto tonight . what will they feel, they will think we are not treating you right."

Nuwa scowls..his mom has started to see through him some six months after marriage when he was hitting krist and trying to forcefully take him beside the swimming pool., He assumed his mother was out on a shopping spree. But she has walked in on them inspite of his bodyguards trying to stop her.

From that day onwards she has looked at him with something close to hate and disbelief but Nuwa knows she can never stop anything nor has any power of intervention.

Krist is his and his to possess fully in every way, to be broken and built the way he wants to..he has suddenly realised, a few months into their marriage, he can't live without the soft spoken shy musician, he has become his place to vent his frustrations and also his place of finding peace... By his beauty and timidness, krist has turned into his world , his love.. in Nuwa's own twisted brain..

His father knew from beginning what is going on, and he would never object to Nuwa's way of living and his deplorable behaviors with his lawfully wedded husband. Only his mom always thought the facade of his gentleness as the truth which was shattered that day by the pool, when krist was screaming and begging for mercy.

She had tried to talk to him and even tried to console krist, but she realised that this had lead to further torture for the shy timid musician..so she had stopped pestering Nuwa to stop his abusive acts but tries to keep a look out for the young man and embarks to take care of his food and well being as much as possible, as much as she is allowed.

Nuwa pulls krist by hand and makes him sit on the chair.. and takes the seat beside him. He starts piling krist's plate with all kinds of food..

" Nuwa, he is looking extremely pale. Let him just have juice and bread. I don't think he can eat so much dear today. "

" Mom, I know he is hungry, he hardly had anything yesterday. Krist will definitely finish all the food on this plate. Won't you sweetheart!"

Singto cringes as Nuwa piles more meat on krist's plate and also places a big glass of juice in front of the pale thin man.. who starts eating  silently, not even stopping Nuwa or protesting even once as Nuwa continues his food assault.

" So Singto why are you back?" His father's voice breaks Singto's rising anger towards his elder brother's callous behavior. Everyone can clearly see krist is struggling with the food.. somehow stuffing his face..and controlling himself not to puke and create a scene and incurr Nuwa's wrath...

" I have come to paint Thai music and movie culture, that's my project for a gallery in Paris. We have to showcase glitz and glamour..all are choosing  their country and theme..I thought why not my own country and my own people..when my elder brother is a famous movie star himself!"

" Interesting! You are really continuing this good for nothing painting adventure.."

" Hey Dad, don't start again.. Singto just came back.. it's infact will be great opportunity . Krist is launching his new music album next month,  Singto can draw him and me.. we can do that as an interesting advertisement."

" Hmm, I love your business brain and in this way your younger good for nothing brother can also learn the business ropes.." Singto's father goes back to eating his one  bread and scrambled eggs..

" I need to go to the washroom.." krist gets up abruptly..

" You are not going anywhere without finishing all the food on this plate" Nuwa raises his voice..

" Nuwa..let him go." His father just waves a dismissing hand at the pale young man..who rushes to the nearest washroom.

Nuwa is about to get up to pursue the young man when Singto gets up too.

" I think I got a stomach bug from all the traveling . Excuse me .. I will go to the washroom too. And phi can I paint krist today since he is not keeping well and I guess will be home. "

"  you want to paint only him? Alone!?" Nuwa doesn't like the sound of it, his mom flinches.. as his voice becomes higher..

" Yes, with his musical instruments, like he is playing the piano,.you can use it for his solo album cover too..may I?"

" Nuwa, your brother has come back after such long time..let him paint krist.. they will get to know each other too. Krist is family."
His mom tries to plead his case..

Nuwa looks at his father who also nods his head in approval..

" Let him do it Nuwa, may be his paintings will fetch us money if he does it well. krist is famous and so are you ..we can use them for auction and raise money under some Charity facade and pocket the profit..your good for nothing brother can be useful too ultimately..what say?."

Singto doesn't want to get involved in such low level business talks so he hurriedly goes inside the washroom, he has seen krist getting disappeared into..If he knows his father and brother and their money mind and business strategies, they will agree for this project

.. he will be able to paint krist..thats true, but what will be the outcome of it all? What he can actually do to change this beautiful man's fate? His mind comes up with no answer!

For the time being he decides, he will try to get close to the man. The sad beautiful brown eyes, he just can't ignore them..

He enters the washroom,the door of which is unlocked,  and approaches the man standing in front of the huge bathroom mirror.. flushed and splashing water on his face, trying to retain sanity..

" will you be my muse for my painting project, Mr Krist Rungroj."

The men stare at each other through the mirror..one eyes expecting an answer, the other lost and scared...

the sound of the water flowing, and silence

Then An imperceptible nod..

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Some quite dark subjects will be dealt within this story..

Trigger alert will be given before them..

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