I was singing this Sinhala song in my head. Cuz I watched the dubbed version of Hawarang before writing this down.. 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😅😅😅

But today's song will be thousand years.

.. Also this "peonies"  remind me of Xander Russo.... Just watch it! It is so soothing to watch.

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"Eerily similar"

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"Was that real?"
"Did I see it right?"

Xander was contemplating in his mind, his head rested upon the clasped hands that stood on his elbows upon the wooden table.

The cold night air that flew from the beach into the island and the smell of roasted veggies and freshly baked goodies

They were in a beach house that was ten minutes away from the beachside bar. The place where Xander saw him.

Or at least Xander saw someone that looked like him. Someone that looked identical to the man in his dreams from behind.

"Could it be him? "

Thought Xander as he raised his head as the food was placed on his plate. The mouthwatering smell of the food or the dipping sauces that he saturated his bites with, could not wipe down the dry feeling he had in his mouth.

Something he always felt whenever he was feeling anxious and scared of what was to come next.

A choking at the back of his throat that made him feel like he was being strangled by something that was wrapping itself around his neck. It was the first sign of his own self-doubt and inferior feelings taking over him. The first sign of something that would either make him cry to sleep or burn his insides with anger.

Reaching for the glass of water that was before him Xander looked at his brother that just arrived at the place.

"Wonder where he was all the time."
Thought Xander.

"Hay. You wouldn't believe whom I saw just a few seconds ago!"

He exclaimed as soon as he sat down right in between Tiron and Ned making Forrest and Xander a pair that sat awkwardly on one side without having much to talk about.

"Just a few seconds ago? Must be a ghost"

Joked Ned as he knew that there was no way someone would enter the place without getting caught by the guards or the house staff.

Lysandro frowned putting his phone in his pockets and reaching for a plate.

"Nah. Not literally a few seconds ago. But guess what Mr Hernandez is here"

"Who?" Asked Forrest as he looked at Xander and Tiron wiped his mouth before answering.

" A Business tycoon! Someone my parents would die to have ties with!"

Nodded Ned agreeing with Tiron.

"A business tycoon or a  business typhoon, we don't know yet!"

Said Xander out of nowhere.

"What do you mean?"
Asked Lysandro, a tad bit amused that his brother was engaged in a business-related conversation.

"He seems like a weird guy, you know"
Xander made his point even though he repented opening his mouth.

So he stuffed it with a big bite afterwards.

"Weird, what do you mean?"
Questioned Forrest.

Tiron chuckled hearing his friend's words while Lysandro who was busy eating, raised his brows.

And Xander swallowed the big bite, almost choking himself to death on the way, as he felt the need to answer as quickly as possible and then fall into his usual silence.

At these moments he wished he had a chance to pass out and just freely drift into the world of sweet dreams.

"Well, you see. He is not as open as other people. Like personally I think there is an issue with the transparency here. I don't know for sure but..."

Xander was out of words to say.
Blaming his quick tongue that does not know how to control itself, he took a couple of seconds to fish for words.

" But...Urrham...Butt... Like, you see he is  quite notorious".

Muttered the anxious boy.

"Notorious? For what?"
Asked Ned as he was reaching for the pastries.

"I don't know for sure. But my best guess would be the mafia. Like he even looks like a mafia boss with that beard and all that!"

Xander managed to say so with zero stutterings. Which was a bit of a surprise on his half.

Xander wished he could erase all the memories of Eros from his mind. He knew that he missed one boat when it comes to Eros and he was well aware that there would be a second chance for them to meet up.

Also, he could do without him. It was unlike Eros is the only man left on earth!

Yet Xander was feeling so uneasy and the unrest which was creeping upon himself was something he wished to have control over.

"Why am I so nervous that I couldn't meet him?"

"Why am I so curious to know about him?"

"Why I wanna know if that guy I saw before was Eros?"

"Why am I so reluctant to send Matthew over to check on him?"

"Am I ashamed of my actions?"

"Hell of a no way! Why would I be?"

Beads of sweat formed on Xander's wrinkled forehead as he was thinking out loud in his head.

For a second he felt like asking Mathew to go search for someone like Eros around the island. But a millisecond afterwards he cringed at his own thought.

" You sound like a lovesick twelve-year-old Xander! You really do"

He murmured to himself as he looked at his reflection on the silver spoon.

He sighed drawing Lysandeo's attention to him.

"Okay... Shall we go to the bar area that we passed earlier? Or shall we bring the party in here?"

Asked Tiron pushing his chair backwards jokingly. Most probably it could be his stuffed belly doing all the talking instead of his brain.

"They would not coax me into drinking today!"

Xander determined.

Drinking was bad for his skin as he had recently discovered and thanks to Jason the jackhead, Xander had a good amount of alcohol in his system. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he got drunk for a lifetime during his encounter with Jason as a teenager.

Standing up Xander looked at the group with his tired eyes and said, "I don't think I'll be able to make it guys."

He turned to leave the dining room.

Just to think how his mind went from a festive mood to a moody one in a time span to two hours and how a someone that he suspected to be Eros just brought back every emotion that he was trying to compress, was pretty disappointing for Xander.

He layed on his bed and began thinking.
He knew Mr. Hernandez was bisexual. He knew that he was notorious for his behaviour and Xander was trying to complete the puzzle he was facing.

Could it be?
Is there a possibility?

He questioned

He knew that there was one  way for him to check his doubts out. He knew that Mr Hernandez sometimes posted  glimpses of his extravagant lifestyle on Instagram.

So Xander took his phone.
Turned it on.
And opened Instagram.

And he searched for Sinclair Hernandez.
And there he was.
A verified account of a very secretive guy.

Eagerly to know if his assumptions were true or not Xander clicked on the old man's face and went to his page.

And the latest post was a picture of himself in an evening party with a lot of hot girls and guys that looked almost half his age, if not younger, around the table.

Xander tried really hard to see if that was today but saw no clues for that.

And as he scrolled down, post after a post that showed off his lifestyle Xander felt like he was getting no where.

And then there that was, a photo which was obviously taken by a professional photographer and probably what was selected after many shots and most probably retouched and edited.

But Xander was not there to judge the image but to look at it. To see if his guess was right.

And as Xander's coffee brown eyes rested upon the two men he knew by  name and face wearing matching  bathrobes, sitting on a hotel bed with two flutes of champagne on hand, he knew his guess was right.

It was definitely him!
Without a doubt!
And he seems so different...
So... Happy?
But how!

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