"Beyond The Missing "

( Still in the morning, Now around 8 to 9 Am, At Sak's House:; )

( Sak's bedroom ):;

...Wut emerged from the bathroom, the warm mist of the shower still clinging to his skin. He was wrapped in a large white towel, knotted securely around his waist. As he walked, the towel rode low on his hips, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned abs.

The muscles of his stomach rippled beneath his skin as he moved, drawing attention to his athletic physique. His skin was smooth and taut, with a subtle sheen that hinted at his recent shower.

Wut's dark hair was damp and messy, framing his face with a relaxed, effortless charm. His eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as he padded across the floor, his bare feet making barely a sound on the cool tiles.

Just then, SAK walked into the room, a curious expression on his face. "Hey, man, you're quite the sight," he teased, chuckling at Wut's towel-clad appearance.

Wut grinned, unselfconscious about his state of undress. "Hey, someone's got to keep things interesting around here," he shot back, winking at SAK.

Wut's grin faltered for a moment as he looked around the room, his eyes scanning for his clothes. "Hey, SAK, where's my stuff? The ones you said I left here "

SAK nodded, pointing to a cheap-looking black bag tucked away in a corner of the room. "I kept them in that bag. You should take them home, I already made it easy for you."

Wut's face broke into a smile as he walked over to the bag. "Oh, you think you're so helpful, don't you?" he teased, chuckling at SAK.

SAK rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Just take your stuff and go, Wut."

Wut's smile grew wider as he picked up the bag, holding it up as if it was a trophy. "I don't think so, SAK. I'm not going anywhere just yet."

SAK nodded, his expression serious. "Take it home, Wut. I don't want your clothes cluttering up my room."

Just then, SAK's mom called out from downstairs, "SAK, can you come here for a minute?"

SAK excused himself, "I'll be right back, Wut. Just take the bag and go, okay?"

But before he left, he turned back to Wut and said, "Seriously, take it home. I don't want it here."

Wut teased, "No way, SAK. You're stuck with my clothes. They're your problem now."

SAK chuckled and shook his head, "You're impossible, Wut." Before leaving the room, he repeated, "Take it home!"

Wut grinned mischievously, but eventually, he picked up the bag and opened it. He rummaged through the contents and pulled out a casual outfit – a plain white T-shirt and a pair of black trousers made of average-quality cotton.

The trousers were a straightforward design, not too fancy but not too cheap-looking either. They were the kind of pants you could wear on a daily basis without drawing too much attention to yourself.

Wut slipped off the towel and began to dress, pulling on the trousers and then the T-shirt. He smoothed out the wrinkles and adjusted the fit, looking satisfied with his reflection.

Wut came out of SAK's bedroom, closing the door behind him. He made his way downstairs, his footsteps echoing through the hallway as he walked down the creaky wooden stairs. He passed by the familiar family photos and framed artwork pieces that adorned the walls, giving the house a warm and welcoming feel.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned towards the living room, wondering where SAK had gone.

Wut walked into the living room, where SAK's mom was sitting on the couch, watching TV. She looked up and smiled as he approached.

"Wut dear , you look handsome today," she said, eyeing his outfit. "Those black trousers really suit you."

Wut blushed slightly, feeling a bit happy about the compliment. "Thanks, auntie," he replied, trying to play it cool.

Just then, the front door opened and SAK walked in, carrying a black nylon bag. "Hey, mom," he said, dropping the bag on the table. "I'm back."

SAK's mom turned to him and asked, "where you able to buy it ?" nodding towards the bag.

SAK replied, " yes I was ."

Wut raised an eyebrow, wondering what SAK had bought. But before he could ask, SAK turned to him with a teasing grin.

"Hey, Wut, I'm surprised you're actually wearing those trousers," SAK said, chuckling. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about them ."

Wut's face turned bright red as he realized his mistake. "Shut up, SAK," he muttered, trying to play it cool. But SAK just laughed and teased him some more.

SAK's mom noticed Wut's embarrassed expression and asked, "What's wrong, boys?"...