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(please give chance to read the story) (battle of wealth)
Klein desperately needs money to pay his college tuition and the debts of his deceased parents, working here and there but his pay is not enough to pay his tuition and their debts. At night behind the bar, he encountered a strange man whose face is like a statue in a museum that is admired by many, he lends him his hand as Klein hugged his knees in the corner trying to shoulder every heavy burden that his parents gave him, "would you like to be mine in exchange for money?" he asked which made him shuddered in the dark corner.

Money Talk

"Have you gone to an art museum before?" Tristan asked Klein while both of them walked towards the museum, "well, I haven't, however, I'm very interested in arts and its history," he said looking jumpy and overwhelmed. "you seemed to be excited to head inside," Tristan smiled, "of course, who doesn't?" he said while climbing up on the stairs, "you will see something grand, and historical," he boasts as if he owns the museum.


 "you sound like promoting the museum, or even boasting it as if it was your own," Klein smiled, "well it was actually from my great-great-grandfather but sadly I didn't inherit it," Tristan stated while sighing as if he was disappointed.


"wow, I didn't know this is what you call historical and grand..." he said expressionless and regrets letting Tristan pick a museum to go to.


 "well? it's gods and goddesses of the different continents, and it's interesting," he said trying to convince Klein not to go out, "I'm an atheist," Klein said glaring at Tristan as he grabbed the hem of Klein's coat.


 "Oh," realization struck him like lightning, 


'you're so dumb, Tristan!' Tristan thought wanted to bang his head on the wall, "but, I might as well tag along since you made a fuzz about going to this museum," Klein gave a chance.


 "sometimes you made me think if I'm winning life or losing," he grasped his arms around Klein as they walked around, "What the hell are you blabbering about?!" he grunted as he tries to take Tristan's arms off him.


 "Tristan! I can't breathe-" Tristan let go off Klein, "you almost strangled me you damn-" he didn't continue his sentence, "I'm sorry," Tristan said with an obnoxious smile.


"you seemed to enjoy the tour," Tristan mumbled as he opened the door for Klein, "Yes, I enjoyed it a lot," he tidied his shirt, his hair getting rustled by the cold wind as he went out.


 "shall we take a walk before we go back," Tristan asked ruffling and tidying Klein's hair, "where are we headed to?" he asked standing stiff.


 "It's a secret since it's a 'date' of course. A spouse needs to surprise their spouse, and they will begin reciprocating it and become a cycle," He rippled Klein's hair again while leaning him beside me, "What the heck are you planning now?" he raised his head looking at Klein.


 "let's act like spouses so we can have a discount," Klein looked at him with such expression, "why?" he asked with his brows knotted, "It's a secret,",


 "How am I gonna agree if you won't tell me!?" he whispered loudly as they walked in the midst of the crowd, "do you trust me?" he asked Klein, "of course I do!" Klein pinched Tristan's ear as he angrily whispered in his ear.


 "well then just be quiet and agree, you said you trust me right?" he whispered back while his hand traveled on Klein's waist.


"..." Klein gave a silent treatment, Tristan smiled as he keeps holding Klein's waist, "do you have to act this clingy for us to be known as a couple?" he asked trying to take off Tristan's hand. "when an independent person came in a relationship, they will begin to act clingy, it's called love logic,"


"where are we going anyway?" he asked again, nagging Tristan with the same question over and over again, "I told you, it's a secret," he said calmly while squeezing his waist softly, "stop being mysterious!", 


"who said I was? just be patient," he said as he leaned his head towards Klein's ears, "are you like this in bed too?" he coquettishly whispered in Klein's ear as his hand teasingly rubbed his waist, "WHAT THE FUCK-" Klein whispered loudly while pinching his ear intensely, "ow... ow... sorry-"


reasons my chapter words are getting lesser: school.


"Chapter 17- Art museum"