First of all, this story is the result of my wild imagination, which I've pend up for so long. Yes, I used the 2moons characters. But it's still my story.

I'm not a pro in this, and this is my first BL fanfic. So, do support me.

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"Let's take one more time, khrap. Smile, please," said the photographer as he tried his best to remind calm and collected.

"How long has it been?" asked one of the staff in charge in the relatively medium-sized studio in the centre of Bangkok.

"33 minutes and 48 seconds," replied the shop part-timer girl calmly as she continued to wipe the counter.

"Ahhhh.....," screamed the owner of the studio.

"Looks like the boss is going to lose it....," commented the part-timer again.

"Not our fault, tho. That guy doesn't even know how to smile. It's just a passport-size photo. But, look at that customer. He is glaring at the camera as if it's his enemy," replied the staff in charge as he was trying to keep composed as well.

"What are we going to do? It's almost lunchtime, and we couldn't close for lunch break because of him," and the conversation keeps going on.

A white Mercedes car stopped right in front of the said studio. A man in a white long sleeve shirt and black jeans with a matching watch and accessories got down from it. His black sunglasses gives his pale skin complex an impressive effect. In short, he looked hot.

"Wow, He looks hot. May I ask for his number? Will he give it to me?" asked the part-timer girl.

"No, you can't. That's unprofessional, and most importantly, that guy won't give you. Gosh, we need to close for lunch. I'm starving," replied the staff in charge sadly. That man is hungry, and nobody cares about this gastric juice.

"Sawadee khrap, is Mingkawan's photoshoot over?" asked the newcomer politely.

"Ming... Who?" questioned the part-timer girl as she smiled dearly at the new boy.

"Mingkawan, khrap," answered him while removing his sunglasses.

Alright, let me re-emphasize. That guy is so cute and also handsome at the same time. How is that even possible.

"Ohh... P, I want to keep him. Is he even real?" fan-girled the part-time girl with dreamy eyes.

"Ohh, there he is. Ming," the newcomer walked past the shop's staff and the part-time girl to reach the said man.

"Yo, You're finally here. Help me, na," said Mingkawan with his pleading tone.

"Of course, I here. I knew this would happen. Luckily aunty called me sooner, or else this studio had to skip lunch and also dinner because of you," teased Wayo as he smiled at his best friend.

"Yo,"