Wean is obsessed with beauty. He adores the unique presence of any individual that he finds eye-pleasing.

His ex-girlfriend was his muse for her Aphrodite charm. Even after years of the relationship ended, her look of enchantress still lingers in his lens as he sparks her in the crowded streets, or on the hall of fame.

Wean loves letting his vision consume blessing virtues and immersing himself in the alluring conception of art. As for his own work, Wean chooses fashionable and original styles in his music presentation.

He was extremely confident in his ways of seeing the beauty, recognizing it and knowing how to present his art to the world.

The only thing he didn't expect was to see the most regular person as beautiful.

He's not saying that basic beauty isn't worthy to be considered art. It's just that the most daily-medium-kinda boring-kind of beauty that has no fashion sense normally doesn't linger much on his mind. So, the fact that he is still thinking about the face of that one colleague at 3 in the morning is the most blizzard thing he can ever imagine.

Night has turned on its airplane mode while the bookshelf stayed still to look at its owner expressing his chaotic frequency to max volume. The bed sheet is smeared with crumples as Wean cannot stop turning left and right.

He knows he doesn't like men in that sensual kind of way, yet he also knows that even admiring beauty shouldn't catch him up in his mind like this. The quieter the night becomes, the brighter his younger colleague's smile shines. Of course, he knows damn well he doesn't like shiny things this much. Mr. Wean Le here likes bold, strong, nostalgic early 1990s Hong Kong styles. Things like flared jeans, leather, leopard prints, and maybe, just maybe silky things that can suit his needs in styling. That fricking boy isn't any of that. He is commonplace, insignificant, very basic hip-hop style with tight jeans, a T-shirt, and some random things that a decent straight man would usually wear.

But that's it.

The boy who is tucked in Wean's brain is just a regular, mediocre straight Gen Z kid. Very typical nice guy that people would have around their lives, yet for some damn reason, that kid feels so special for Wean. The boy's name is Khang, his middle name is Bao, family name is Pham. He was born in 1999, so one year younger than Wean. He's an introverted Aries with absolute extroverted menace energy. That boy is as loud as a Vietnamese karaoke concert during Tet which Wean finds both fun and annoying. On the stage, Khang is a famous rapper with the name of HURRYKNG, who sounds like a hurricane, and is spelled like a 'hurry-khang'. Maybe that's meant to be how that boy can storm into Wean's thoughts like a fracas.

They knew each other through a coincidence of meeting at Wean's friend's thrift shop. Until now, it has been for a good 2 years already. For the past two years, they have been two souls in tune and stayed close to each other. However, nothing more.

As how it's supposed to be.

Sadly, as unexpected as how the moonlight managed to shimmer right through the tiniest gap of the window curtain and laid on Wean's left pupil, the image of Khang's bright smile and curved eyes directly to Wean's face in the back of the stage a month ago has caught so much attention in him to the point, when that younger colleague of Wean stared his focused kitty eyes to him while trying to check if there's something stuck in his teeth, damn, just damn, Bao Khang really got him weak in the knees.

He swears to god that he sees Khang as a strong man. Someone athletic, and active with nice portions of muscles and testeronic visuals with defined jawlines. Technically someone who Wean, a straight man, would least likely be attracted to. However, he guessed god disagreed. The most obvious proof that god is not with Wean on this side of point, is that every time Khang bears his teeth for a great smile, the sky will ultimately look a lot more vivid. Even if he doesn't smile, just a glance towards Wean can make time slow down, as if a scene in the movies is here in real life, where all he sees now, is his younger colleague, Bao Khang.

Looking at the private chat he just received barely 2 seconds ago. He cannot stop his frown from frustration.

"Hey Wean, don't forget we'll meet up tomorrow till the next day. Don't you try to escape the night party with the team! Bring clothes with you, worst case you can take a shower in Hieu's bathroom."

"And sleep well, early, because you'll need to wake up early. I'll wait for you at work!"

The frustration of not knowing if Wean should be happy or mad. Like wow! His crush is texting him and caring for him! But also wow! His crush is his boy best friend from work! Which, he shouldn't be liking because this Wean to the Le is a fricking straight man!

Goddamnit!Goddamnthefuckinglategaypanicandthelaterealizationofbeeingabisexual!

Replies with "Oke see you tmr", Wean stays awake until 5 a.m., then finally manages to sleep for an hour till he drags his exhausted body to the studio.