Khun knew how hard you would be on yourself, often sitting alone somewhere, overthinking, staring into space.

God, how he wished you would stop hiding your problems from him. He wished you would just reveal them to him, instead of letting them stress you out.

Your stress might not be obvious to some, but that was Khun: someone who could literally read anyone.

It hurt him not to know what was eating away at your brain. Khun just wanted to distract you, hug you and kiss you to take away that fear, make you smile that amazing smile of yours, but shit, you were still at the casino.

Hey, Khun says softly, sitting down next to you, do you mind if I sit here?

Your arms were resting on the windowsill, your head resting on them. You watched the stars, ignoring the music muffled by the distance of the casino.

"No, I don't mind at all," your voice was low, sounding sad.

Khun sat down next to you, imitating you and how he sat next to you. His eyes wandered out the window, watching the stars, then looking back at you, your eyes were as bright as he remembered.

What's going on in that head of yours?, Khun asks quietly, his eyes still fixed on your face.