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JASBS 4



Exhausted.

Singto is exhausted. The talk with his parents and his in-laws did nothing but add to his headache. His father wouldn't move an inch with regards to him taking the throne in the same way as his mother refused to make Serra Krist's fiancé. Even his 'mother-in-law' disagreed for the change to occur.

He was provided two reasons. One, he's the best person to take the throne. And two, he and Krist belong to each other. Both of which he found unreasonable.

The adults were adamant with the decision they have. No matter how hard he tried to persuade them, his opinions were left unheard. His hints about Serra and Krist's romantic feeling towards each other were thrown out the window as if they weren't mention at all.

How could they not see how warm the two were in contrast to how he and the younger male are to each other?

Maybe it wasn't a matter of recognition but the choice to disregard it.

11:34.

Singto closed his eyes and willed himself to catch a nap. Almost thirty minutes to midnight and although his body was tired, he could not sleep. His situation was not a hopeless case. There were still options he and his friends discussed for him to try.

If he'd talk to Krist and make a deal to lay everything on the table for their parents to see, they'd be able to cleanly cut this engagement off.

Tonight's dinner proved his little Krist thinks of him. And to be honest, he couldn't stay like this any longer. Such unhealthy connection between him and Krist would drive him mad if this continued.

In the middle of thinking about what he should do, the unforgettable picture of his fiancé sleeping on his bed entered his thoughts. Krist was so beautiful. His rosy cheeks laid softly on the pillow he was using right now as his body's scent mingled with that of his on the bed. The younger male looked like he perfectly belonged in his room, in his life. Maybe if he had reached out and kissed those pink lips, the younger male had kissed him back. Maybe if he had placed him under his bo-

A knock broke off his messed up thoughts.

Even in his imagination, he couldn't get Krist.

With a loud sigh, Singto laid on his side. The person at the door would leave if he doesn't answer.

Another knock.

Singto groaned and tried to remain deaf to the insistent knocking but after a few more loud taps on his door, he finally concede defeat.

Half mad, half frustrated, he got up from his bed and unlocked his bedroom door. Seriously, why can't people let him sleep?

"Siiiiiinnnnggg. . . "

Like a koala, Krist hugged him very tightly. "Krist wha-"

"Kiss meee Siiiinnnggg!!"

Please. He silently begged any available gods out there. Not now.

When he didn't oblige to Krist's whining, the younger male took it upon himself to kiss his lips. After a full minute of no response from him, his fiancé pushed him inside his room and closed the door.

"Why aren't you kissing me?"

Numerous curses filled his head as Krist rubbed his head on his chest. If he was a weaker man, he'd definitely ravish the other male. No one would know how he took advantage of Krist since this fiancé of his has sexsomniac. All evidence would be safely hidden in his thighs and swollen ass.

But, he couldn't bring himself to touch the younger male knowing full well that his affection lies with his sister. Not when this angel chose his sister awhile ago.

Counting backwards from ten to one, Singto brought himself to control his urges and gently pushed the younger male away. "Go back to your room."

Krist frowned. "What's wrong, Sing? Why won't you kiss me?"

He fixed the younger male's clothing that went askew when they kissed earlier. "Just go back to your room, Krist. I'm tired."

"But I need you tonight! Why won't you kiss me?"

Why won't I kiss you? Do you really need to ask such an idiotic question?! Why don't you ask yourself why you prefer Serra over me?

Singto could feel his control slip away from his fingertips with each repetitive question from his future ex-fiancé. Blowing up right now would not help him, he told himself. Explaining his lack of enthusiasm to have Krist in his room would be pointless.

It would be of no use since Krist wouldn't remember any of it.

"You don't like me anymore!" The younger male suddenly sobbed. "You don't want me anymore!"

Heaven help him! This is the reason why he pushed Krist away before he could step inside his bedroom. His closed door would act like a stimulant for Krist to act unreasonable. Why must he suffer in such an unfair manner?

"Please, Krist. I'm tired of this. You'll forget everything tomorrow morning just like how you forgot the other nights you spent with me. I know I'm not making any sense to you so please go back to your room. I need rest."

For a brief moment, he felt Krist's hold on him tighten before the younger male took a step back. "If you don't give it to me, I'll have Serra."

His first reaction was anger but it passed as fast as the feeling of total defeat took over him.

He should have known that even Krist's alter ego preferred his sister over him. He was just an easy lay.

At the end, it would always be his sister.

Too bad. Too sad. . . He's such a loser

Totally defeated, he can only turn around and say; "Close the door when you leave."

With that, he went to his bathroom and locked the door. Hopefully the noise of the running water would drown out his sobs.






Singto turned him down.

Krist walked back to his room in shock.

Tonight was the first time the older male turned down his invitation. While walking back to his room, Krist still couldn't believe the night did not end with him and his fiancé entangled beneath the sheets.

Ever since his sexsomniac was cured a month ago, he never stopped coming over to his fiancée room knowing full well that Singto was weak to his needy alter ego. At first, he was absolutely shaken when he woke up with the stoic man he had been crushing on cleaning up his ass.

If he wasn't fast enough to catch on what happened, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to share Singto's bed.

And tonight, he was turned down.

For the first time.

His plan to make Singto fall in love with him through sheer seduction by acting like a sex-craved dimwit was foiled. Was his mother right? Did Singto ask for their engagement to be nulled because the older male thought he's in love with Serra?

Did he mess things up with his thoughtless words during dinner?

Krist bumped his head against his bedroom wall. This is all his fault! He shouldn't have been too impatient to see Singto everyday to the point that he'd visit the royal palace in hopes to at least catch a glimpse of the older male.

He should have been satisfied of the family dinner and the nightly tryst that followed.

And his mouth. . . this fucking mouth should just shut up since none of the words he meant to say actually got out properly. Why can't he say exactly how happy he is to be Singto's fiancé- how thrilled he is to be with the older male?

Now, what? He can't just storm back inside Singto's room and confess his schemes! The queen, his mother and their spouses were all his accomplices and Singto wouldn't be happy if he finds out that they lied to him.

"He didn't even kiss me back."

Tears of frustration dampened his cheeks. He felt like everything he used to hold dear slipped through his fingers because of his own carelessness. If this continued, even his lies would not allow him to be beside Singto as something more than an unwanted fiancé even just once a week. The nights he spent in Singto's can be still counted using his fingers and he wanted more. . .more . .. forever if possible. But after tonight, after his stupid mouth, he might lose even his stolen nights.

Before, Singto would kiss him until their breaths mingled-until they needed to stop and breathe. They used to spend every second they can basking in each other's arms. It might always start with his seduction but it would always end in a gentle kiss on Singto's brow before he escaped as the sun rises.

Back then, he'd confess in the midst of ecstasy and Singto would always, always, answer with an 'I love you too'.

Only last week, the older male said he likes Krist more and more each day.

"Was everything a lie?"

Krist really doesn't know what to do if he loses the only chance he gets to be with Singto.


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