The next morning, Gun was rushing down to make it on time for their photo shoot. He slept late last night because a certain someone kept on invading his mind, and he just tossed and turned all night. He couldn't forget how Off blushed at him in the museum, how he casually winked as if it's normal for friends to wink at each other, and most of all, how intense his gaze were when they were in Central Park in Manhattan.

The staff who did his look was trailing behind him, the same urgency obvious in their actions, and Gun wished they wouldn't be in trouble just because of his carelessness. When he walked out the elevator, Arm was on one of the hotel sofa lounges sipping a freshly brewed coffee, his hands busy flipping through the pages of a newspaper. Gun wanted to stop and greet him, but time is of essence for him, especially now that he's running late. Arm wasn't in a hurry though, so when he saw Gun, he greeted him enthusiastically. "Good morning, Gun!"

Gun doesn't have any choice but to stop and mimic the energy that Arm was showing. "Hello, Arm!"

"Don't worry, I won't hold you for long," He chuckled. "You look very worried but Off is waiting for you outside."

"Off is waiting?" Gun echoed.

"Yes, just right outside," Arm said. "Now go. I'll catch you some other time. It was nice seeing you again, Gun."

Arm has been painted as a rich, spoiled playboy by the magazines that Gun had read before. At one point, he believed the articles. Arm was definitely giving off that kind of vibes but now, he felt guilty for seeing Arm in the wrong way and believing the lies. Arm was definitely kind and warm.

"Thank you," Gun said. "I'm counting on that meet up."

He saw Arm smiled and waved at him before his feet shuffled hurriedly outside the hotel. There were two cars outside, and he recognized one of them as the Magazine's van. The other one wasn't familiar to him. He was about to enter the van, but the car window of the unrecognizable vehicle rolled down, and inside was a very dashing Off.

He smiled his usual quirky smile, and Gun wondered how many girls had fallen for him because of his smile. He shook the thought off his brain and side tracked towards the other car when Off called him.

"You have a car?" Gun asked, crouching down to see Off.

"Get in," Off said. "We'll talk inside. Also, we have a photo shoot to catch."

Gun realized the other van was nowhere to be seen, leaving him with no other choice but to take a ride with Off. He hopped inside and put his seat belt on. When Off saw that he was all set, he turned the engine on and began driving through the busy streets of New York.

"So, is this your car?" Gun repeated his question that was left unanswered by Off a while ago.

"No, this is Arm's," the prince answered. "I borrowed it from him."

"What for?" Gun asked. "We have a service vehicle anyway."

"I don't like it when people drive for me, Mr. Atthaphan. I wanna be in control," Off answered.

"Oh," Gun mumbled.

They passed by different parts of the city that Gun had never been before, even back when he had shot a movie in New York. He busied himself by looking out and observing different buildings, different people and different cultures that is so rampant in America but can never be seen in Thailand.

"I also want to have some alone time with you."

Gun glanced at Off who was gripping the steering wheel too tightly. His voice was low and quiet, as if he was whispering to Gun but the latter caught his words. The superstar opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He was stricken with confusion and wonder, but the way Off was acting was definitely making the butterflies in his stomach come alive.

Gun should've kept his mouth shut. He should've looked away and stared at the foreign streets. Instead, he blurted out the next two words that will change the course of his life forever. "Me too."

Off stared at him for too long and Gun was starting to panic and get anxious. He was afraid they'd have a car accident because Off's attention wasn't on the raid, but he was more afraid of melting on his seat with how intense and hot the stares of the prince were.

The busy streets turned into a familiar place. Off pulled over and quickly hopped out of the car. Gun followed Off as he made his way to the other side of the car- to the side where Gun was seated. Off pulled the car door open for him and Gun was overwhelmed with what he was feeling.

Off has always been dashing in his eyes, but the prince looked oddly familiar that day. Gun realized it was because the prince was wearing the exact same clothes that he had worn on the day they met by accident here in America- Dark faded jeans, Grey sweater and despite the absence of sun, his dark sunglasses were tucked above his hair. That's when Gun noticed that he himself was wearing the same exact clothes that he wore that day too- yellow oversized shirt tucked neatly on his high waisted jeans. He was in a hurry, worried he'd be late for the photo shoot, that he didn't notice and even cared what he looked like. He just didn't wanna get on the bad side of the Salud Magazine staff.

Gun thanked Off in a low, whispery tone and heard a slam of the car door before the prince emerged by his side. They walked together to where everybody was. There was a small tent set up on the side of the road. The location of the coffee shop was pretty secluded from the city, so less vehicles pass by. It was safe to build a mini tent for their photo shoot that wouldn't last that long.

Off and Gun needed to separate ways, both of them having the need to retouch and prepare themselves for their last photo shoot in America. As soon as Off was within Tay's reach, he pulled the prince and whispered, "You're moving really fast, my friend."

Off chuckled and shoved Tay playfully. "I let him go three years ago, Tay. I let him go a month ago. I'm not doing the same thing now. I'm not that stupid."

"Wow," Tay gasped. "You really sound like a soppy leading man in a cliche romantic comedy movie."

"Shut up," Off rolled his eyes. "I just...I feel like I need to do something or he'll be out of my grasp again."

"Yes, you should," Tay agreed. "P'Mook said Gun has a long list of series to work on, and one of it is with someone he was linked to before."

Off raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

Before Tay could answer, Off was called and was asked if he was already ready. He smiled and nodded, leaving Tay with a knowing smirk.

That morning, the weather was gloomy and dark. This could be a problem, but when Julia and the photographer realized that the same weather had occurred during the viral photo of Off and Gun, they were more than happy to push through the photo shoot.

"Go and buy some drinks," The photographer said. "Sit at the table. Talk. And then of course, stand outside the coffee shop with your drinks. I'm pretty sure it will rain soon, and I think we will be making the best remake of a photo in the history of photography."

Gun and Off walked inside the antique coffee shop, and a wave of nostalgia washed through Gun. He had been to the coffee shop only once, but it definitely left an impression on him. He wondered if it was because he loves coffee or because it's where this roller coaster ride with Prince Off started.

As they walked in, people inside the coffee shop turned their heads to stare at them. He was positive that they didn't know them for they were all Americans, but they tilted their heads to follow Off and Gun as they walked their way towards the counter. The girl on the counter stared at Off and Gun for too long, but the prince didn't seem to notice because he was too occupied on choosing his own drink.

"Um, h-hi. What can I get for you today?" she asked, her eyes blinking as she cleared her throat.

"I'll have one cinnamon cappuccino, medium please," Off said, remembering that he liked what he ordered that day. He was too afraid to try new drinks because he didn't want to ruin his expression on the camera.

"O-okay," She stammered. "What about you, sir?"

Gun's eyes lingered on the menu, and he couldn't quite decide which drink to order. He wanted to order what he had that day he came to this coffee shop, but he couldn't remember what it was called and he doesn't want to look stupid infront of Off.

"Caramel Macchiato."

Gun looked up at the man whose attention was on the cashier. "What?"

Off met his gaze and said, "Caramel Macchiato, that's what you had the day we met here."

Gun remained silent, and Off paid for their drinks. They found an empty table near the window, and if Gun could remember it correctly, it was where he sat that day too.

"You've been in this coffee shop before that day?" Gun asked.

"Yeah, a couple of times," He said. "And I've tried a variety of their coffee too. Caramel Macchiato was one of the best, and I remembered how your drink smelled that day. We were standing so close. I knew you had a steaming cup of Caramel Macchiato."

"You remembered?" Gun asked again, bewilderment dominating his voice.

"I do," Off said. He looked around and when he was sure that the staff were too far away from them, he added, "That day was special to me, Gun. It was the first time we met, like actually met, and really talked."

He remembers little details about me.

Gun was certainly not prepared for this. He had always long for Off to like him back, and now that Off was kind of giving him hints that he may feel the same towards him, he just couldn't grasp the reality of it. Off was too...perfect. He was a prince, for fuck's sake. And Gun...if he weren't a superstar, he'd be just another ordinary guy that Off has shared a bed with a few years ago.

Their drinks arrived, and it was obvious that the waitress was trying to flirt with Off, batting her false eyelashes at him, giving the prince her best smile. But Off was too oblivious for his focus was all on Gun, who was trying to avoid his eyes. He'd seen Gun blushed a thousand times before, but he could never get enough of how adorable he is when he turns red. Off knew he was speaking nonsense, spouting words he'd never even told another person before, but he knew his feelings were genuine. He had never felt this way before, and it was all new, not because Gun is a man, but because Gun is....well, Gun. He was cute and adorable in a child-like way, but he was also fierce and gorgeous, his eyes speaking more than his mouth. His expression changed from time to time, and even if he usually denies things, his face tells the truth. Off would sometimes wonder how he became an actor. Sure, he was superb in acting but show business is literally a world full of lies, and Gun doesn't seem to fit there. He was too innocent, too precious, and Off wanted to do nothing more than to keep Gun away from the hostile truths of the universe.

"It was the day which started all of this," Gun replied, settling for safer words rather than commenting on the indirect confession that Off had given him.

"For the first time in my entire life, I was glad I ran away from my responsibilities and got scolded by my dad," Off said. "If I didn't, I would have never met you here. Nothing would have happened."

Gun chuckled. "You ran away all the time?"

Off nodded. "I do. A prince's life isn't like those in Disney stories. It's not always about singing and grandballs and being handsome in front of everyone. The reality of a royal life sucks."

"So does the life of an actor," Gun said. "All they see is the glamor but behind the flashing camera and the expensive clothes....It's not the life I would have chosen if acting wasn't my passion."

"But it is, and you need to live through it," Off said. "Like how I was born to be a prince, and I wanna be selfish sometimes but my country and my people needs me."

Gun smiled at Off's words. "That's very promising to hear from you, your majesty."

"Only you find it promising, Mr. Gun Atthaphan."

They sat there for a while, whispering as they talked, careful not to let anyone, especially the staff, hear what they were talking about. The spontaneous shutter of the camera and the soft buzzing of the people talking inside the coffee shop was the only thing that was keeping Gun sane. If they weren't there, he was sure he was dreaming. Off kept on looking at him with those chinky, shining eyes. Something would flash on the prince's eyes, and Gun knew the look was familiar. He tried to wreck his brain, trying to figure out where he had seen it, but he remembered it only when he looked through the glass wall beside him, his face reflecting on it. The look on the prince's eyes was the same as his- brave, determined and....in love. The expression on Off was familiar because Gun saw it every time he looked in the mirror.

Off is in love.

Gun didn't want to assume, but the prince kept on staring at him with the same intense look, and sometimes Gun couldn't hear anything because his eyes were focused on his moving lips.

I wonder how those lips would feel on mine.

Off noticed how Gun's eyes would shift to his lips and would dart back to his eyes, the superstar trying to catch up with whatever Off was talking about. Off held back his smile a couple times, but Gun was too adorable and too obvious.

Off loved the weather that afternoon. It started to rain softly already, and the concrete streets of New York are now turning dark gray. He had always liked the sun, but there was something soothing and relaxing about the soft patter of the rain on the ground and on the rooftops. When Julia and the photographer noticed the soft drizzle, they motioned for Off and Gun to head outside. This was the most awaited moment of every single person on this photo shoot trip- the remake of the viral photo of the prince and the superstar.

With their drinks in their hands, they walked to the door and stood outside the coffee shop. Gun held out his palm, letting the rain drops fill his hands. Off remembered him doing the same thing a month ago, when they coincidentally met here in this very coffee shop. He figured that Gun might also love the rain for his eyes twinkled at the rain drops on his hands despite the cold wind that was messing up with their hair.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" Gun said.

"What?"

"The rain. It's pretty," Gun repeated.

Off looked down at the shorter guy and smiled. "You're prettier."

Bewildered, Gun held the prince's gaze before laughing. Off should feel insulted. He was flirting with the superstar for fuck's sake, but all he got as a response was a big, hearty laugh. Instead, Off joined Gun in laughing, shaking off the embarrassment he felt, thinking that he might also put Gun in an awkward situation.

"That was cheesy," Gun commented, still shaking his head from laughter.

"Just being honest," Off shrugged.

In the corner of his eye, he saw the photographer beaming at them and back to his camera. He probably had taken the much needed remake of the photo already, but Off didn't hear them say that it's all done so he remained standing there, watching the rain drops on the ground.

He saw Gun shiver a little, and he wished he had some jacket on to offer the latter but his extra clothes were on Arm's car. So he did the best thing he could- he pulled Gun closer to him with his free hand and his arm enveloped the superstar in a side hug. Off felt Gun stiffened, and even the prince himself didn't know what he was doing. But it felt right, Gun's body felt right in his hands. He felt the superstar relaxed in his grasp, and his eyes met the prince's once more. Off saw something in his expression, and he badly wanted to lean in and kiss Gun but even he knew the boundaries and limits.

The day ended with a lot of 'good job' and 'congratulations'. Off was confused, thinking why they were congratulating him when the Magazine where they starred hadn't been issued yet, but he thanked every staff member that talked to him. They had a nice dinner at an Italian restaurant, and Gun rode with Off in Arm's car.

The ride home was silent but it was comfortable. Off's eyes were focused on the road but he was distracted by the tiny little hands that were so close to the gear stick. He wanted to take those hands in his, but he was too afraid that he would scare Gun away. He didn't know if he even liked him. Gun blushed and stammered at his presence, but as a prince, he knew it could be because he was of royal blood and not because everyone likes him.

The car pulled over the parking lot and they walked silently to the elevator. Gun was silent and Off wanted to know what he was thinking but he couldn't find his voice either. They arrived at their floor and Gun stood awkwardly in front of him.

"Well, um," Gun said. "Good night."

Off nodded and smiled, disappointment spreading through his face. "Good night, Gun."

Gun turned around, walked inside his room and shut the door yet Off remained standing outside his room. He paced the hallway, his hands running through his now messed up hair. He needed something to get out of his chest. He was feeling things that he tried to control ever since he met the famous actor but today was the day it reached all the limits. He stopped pacing, took a shaky breath and attempted to knock on Gun's door but before he could do so, the door sprung open, revealing a very surprised Gun.

He was still in his photo shoot's clothes, and Off was pretty sure it's been almost a few minutes already since they parted.

Does he also....

"Off," Gun breathed.

"Gun," The prince answered.

Gun opened his little mouth, attempting to say something but nothing came out of his mouth. Off watched him with keen observation, and when the same expression he saw earlier that day flashed through Gun's eyes, he knew he couldn't hold himself back anymore. He took one large step and cupped the actor's flawless face.

He kissed Gun Atthaphan.