MONSTERNEXTDOOR, Special Chapter 2: Familiar Person (part 2)
Godt’s Part
“Phii Godt, can you listen for a moment? He’s an old friend. There’s nothing more than that.”
“Phii Godt.”
“Phii…”
The soft voice spoke all the way to the room. I unlocked the door and pushed it open, dragging the little one inside while closing the door irritably, but no matter how irritated I was, whenever I saw that frowning, furrowed brow, I always had to remind myself:
Don’t be harsh to him, don’t scold him, the rules of being a boyfriend to this easily scared turtle mean you must not scare him, stay calm.
Since meeting him, I’ve become much calmer, trying not to let emotions override reason because if I do, he’ll turn around and scold me. And he doesn’t scold vulgarly; his scolding is more like indirect criticism, a long lesson that makes you feel guilty for days.
“Now explain, who is he?”
I tried to keep my tone from getting any harsher.
The person in front of me sniffled, his eyes and nose red. Diew took his time to arrange his words, thinking about how to explain without setting me off. Watching him line up his thoughts is one of my favorite things; seeing those round eyes move around, his small lips slightly pursed, he doesn’t realize how adorable his thinking face is.
I’m not angry at him. Since we’ve been together, I’ve gotten angry at him only a few times, and each time never lasted more than ten minutes. But honestly, if you see your boyfriend crying with another guy comforting him by stroking his head, and then that guy smiles gently at your boyfriend, who wouldn’t explode? It’s not like I’m made of stone to ask calmly,
‘Who’s that, consoling you? That’s nice.’
Nice my ass.
And look at his face, those red, swollen eyes. Even from Mars, you could tell he’s been crying for a while. But who made him cry, was it that glasses-wearing guy? If he really made him cry, I’ll go down and punch him right now.
“His name is Phii Pee.”
The little one was panting, not only from being dragged upstairs but also from trying to explain to me, who was momentarily deaf to reason, what happened downstairs, why someone was touching his head like that, and why he was crying.
“He’s an old talk buddy.”
“No… no, he’s an old friend. I’ve been saying all the way that he’s a friend.”
“But he liked you, didn’t he?” I remember, Diew once told me about Phii Pee, who was a friend and then confessed to liking you. Back then, you still had prejudices against friends loving each other.
But you’re not that person anymore. You’ve let go of that prejudice.
If you allow him to come back and he still likes you, if he takes advantage of your naivety. There’s no guarantee that he’s stopped liking you, right? He’d have to go through me first.
“He used to like me. Not anymore.”
“How do you know?”
“He has a girlfriend now!” And now it was Diew shouting back at me.
Oh, he has a girlfriend now? How did you know he has a girlfriend?
He might have just made that up to get close to you.
“Are you sure he really has a girlfriend?”
“He brought his girlfriend with him just now, I saw it with my own eyes.” He said while glaring at me.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah to whom, to me?”
“Yeah to young-master, maybe. You never listen to the full story, getting hot-headed like a Godzilla. Good thing you didn’t swing your fist, you’d definitely go to jail!”
“Wait, wait.” Shouldn’t I be the one getting angry? Why are you turning the anger on me?
“You don’t listen. You know I need time to think about what to say; if I say something without thinking, you get all riled up. I know you’re jealous, but there’s nothing going on between me and Phii Pee anymore. I just wanted to clear things up, not to hold onto any grudges. It’s over.” He hit me with a full set. I was completely deflated.
The reason I had to ask repeatedly was because you’re slow to catch on, man. Others are in 2019, but Diew is still in 2018. Your feelings are always about ten seconds slower than others. For example, if someone flirts with you, you’ll think ‘No way, I’m not being flirted with,’ until the other person explicitly says they are flirting with you. Even when the actions are clearly flirting, like mine.
So, many times I have to spell everything out when doing something; the clearer and quicker it is, the better you understand and accept it.
With this guy, you have to take it slow; otherwise, you’ll just run headfirst into a three-layer wall.
“And why were you crying?”
“I was just relieved… at least I got to apologize to him, I was prejudiced before, you know.”
“And how come he was with you, did you guys get back together?”
“No, Phii Pee came to ask about the cat I saved. He’s a vet at the university hospital; I told you about the cat that got hit by a car, and he’s the one who treated it.”
Oh, now that I’ve heard it, I start piecing the story together. I was probably too hot-headed. I didn’t let him finish explaining before. I’ll have to be more careful next time; I almost punched Phii Pee back there.
The little one sighed, then sat down at the edge of the bed after a while, glaring at me with sharp eyes, which made me realize…
I need to apologize. If I don’t apologize now, I’ll definitely get an earful until morning.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I just saw you crying and someone else was there, touching your head, so I got jealous.”
“You can be jealous, but you need to be calmer than that, don’t be crazy!”
Silence.
The room fell silent the moment he shouted like that.
Once he started speaking fluently, his words came sharp and clear at me.
All I could do was sit quietly beside him, not daring to say anything.
The nickname “wife-fearing” that Biu gave me wasn’t just for show. Every time he raises his voice, Godt becomes like a dog, more so than even the charcoal dog under the dorm.
Godzilla, my ass. You’re just a little scaredy-cat. Even now, Biu still teases me like this.
Crazy? Saying I’m scared sounds too lame. It’s about respecting and honoring decisions. If he’s doing what’s right and not doing anything wrong, how could I raise my voice at him?
He’s decisive, serious, and his word is final. Even if he’s not good at speaking, once he says something, it’s final. That’s why I don’t dare to mess with him too much. To act like before, recklessly and without care, that’s not right.
Don’t forget, Godt, how much patience it took to become his boyfriend.
We sat in silence for a while before I finally placed my hand on his soft hair.
“Sorry, I was wrong.”
I only yield to this one person because I know everything he does has a reason. There must be a reason he wanted to talk to that friend again, seeing him as an important friend he didn’t want to lose, but feeling bad because of the confession. Besides, he said Phii Pee already has a partner, so I felt a bit relieved.
To be honest, leaving him alone at the dorm while I work so far away, only getting one day a week to come back to him, is already bad enough.
I don’t want to worry about someone else bothering him.
Diew wouldn’t go messing with anyone on his own, but others, they would come to bother him, and he’s super slow when it comes to these things. By the time he realizes he’s being flirted with, those people would have already invaded his world. If that were true, I’d probably have a heart attack and die first.
That’s why I have to ask every day who he met, if anyone was bothering or flirting with him, and he usually responds, “Who would flirt with me? There’s only you, Charcoal, who clings to my legs every time we leave the dorm, that’s all.”
But, whose shirt are you wearing? I don’t recognize it. And it’s so big, it doesn’t look like yours.
“Did you buy a new shirt?”
“Phii Pee gave it to me, my shirt got stained with bloo…”
I didn’t wait for him to finish. I turned him to face me. Not only did he come back to you, but he also gave you his shirt? No way, man, don’t let his cologne stick to you.
I pulled off the oversized T-shirt at light speed and threw it to the floor in front of the bathroom, next to the foot towel. The little one’s Cokecolored hair was all messy, pointing in different directions.
“Why are you like this?” Diew sighed, attempting to get up to pick up the shirt, but I grabbed his waist and pulled him back down to sit. I knew he felt sorry for Phii Pee; after being together for over a year, how could I not understand what that furrowed look meant? Probably thinking to wash it and give it back, huh?
He can wash it, he can return it, but not today, not when I’ve come back to him out of concern, stepping over my own worries.
Not enough that he was comforting you, not enough that he said he’d call, now he’s also giving you his shirt to wear!
If you’re any kinder, you’d be a saint.
“Phii Godt…”
The little one spoke up while I was undoing the buttons of his white school shirt, which had a wide bloodstain, probably from holding the cat that got hit by a car. He quickly grabbed my wrists, locking them in place, not letting me undo the third button. I understood why he needed to wear the T-shirt over it; walking back like this, he’d look like a serial killer, but still, I didn’t like him wearing someone else’s shirt.
“It’s stained, go take a shower.”
“Wait a minute.”
“One…”
“I’ll go now!” Diew pulled himself free from my grip; the buttons weren’t all undone, and with the sudden movement, something under the shirt was unintentionally revealed.
The words Biu said popped into my head again. Those words about how good his skin is.
I watched the little one dash into the bathroom and slam the door shut, then I unbuttoned my shirt collar and exhaled slowly.
He has fair skin, not pale but healthy-looking, unlike my honeycolored skin from playing outdoor sports. He doesn’t go out in the sun much, prefers eating vegetables and fruits, especially strawberry yogurt which he eats every day.
The last time I got a good look at his smooth skin, I can’t remember when it was. Lately, I’ve been so busy with work that I’ve lost track of days. I only get to visit him once a week, and even then, he doesn’t always let me do what I want. Sometimes he has to study, sometimes he has to get up early for class. A health-conscious kid like him, who sleeps by 3 or 4 AM, isn’t going to let me mess around until morning.
That’s just me dreaming.
Knowing this, I shouldn’t have worked at the same place as that jerk Biu, who fills my head with nonsense every day.
I try to control myself not to act impulsively with him, but it’s hard, it’s difficult, and I don’t want to do it. Especially tomorrow being his day off, my thoughts can’t be contained. A day off means he can sleep in, stay up late, do more than just hold hands.
Thinking about it, if asked if I would act on it, it depends on the day’s circumstances. If he’s in the mood, then that day is particularly blessed.
If he gives me the “stop” sign, then I’ll stop. It’s my nature not to force anyone, and it’s more satisfying when he comes to me on his own. Besides, after a tiring day at work, I’d rather rest, and I drove back because I was worried, not just worried but also because I missed him.
Seeing him only once a week, and if it’s a particularly busy week, not even that, just video calls. How can that compare to a real hug?
Sitting there lost in my own thoughts for a while, my eyes glanced over to young-master in the fish tank, who has grown a lot since we first met, standing still and looking at me, his lively eyes seeming to mock me.
“What are you looking at, young-master, looking for trouble?”
And here I am, talking to a turtle just like him.
I lay down on the bed, the scent of the shampoo he likes filling the room, especially strong on the bed. It’s probably because he’s very clean, washing the bed sheets once a week, even when eating or heating food in the room, he never lets food smells linger for more than half an hour, always spraying deodorant.
But no smell can compare to the scent of his shampoo and body wash. I must admit, I like this scent, but I wouldn’t use it myself; it’s too fruity, suitable for someone cheerful and lively like him. It smells great on him, but not on me, perhaps because I like to exercise and prefer scents that don’t mix badly with sweat to the point where people turn away.
I wouldn’t change it either, because he likes the cologne I use. The little one likes to sneak and spray it on Smile, then cuddle with it while he sleeps, which is super cute.
The throbbing pain in my head made me close my eyes. I draped an arm over my eyes in exhaustion. Today was full of back-to-back meetings, it was good to clear up the Phii Pee situation quickly. And then driving such a long distance, it was exhausting.
I guess in the future, there might be some job changes. Soon, we’ll both graduate. After that, we’ll probably talk about where he’ll work, or if he’ll go back to Phuket to be with family. If he decides to go back to work in Phuket, I’d surely die from missing him.
While I was resting my eyes, the bathroom door opened. I was just dozing off because of the cool air and pleasant scent when the sound of the little one’s footsteps stopped beside me.
“Are you asleep?” A soft voice asked, with a cool hand touching my arm.
“Not yet, I’m just tired.”
“Go shower first, then come to sleep.”
I was pulled up to sit by the energetic kid, but I flopped back down again after a moment. Once I closed my eyes, it felt like my body switched off; I wanted to sleep more, not shower… Can I be stubborn?
“Phii Godt, go shower.”
“Don’t want to, I’m sleepy.”
“Get up now.”
“Too lazy.”
“If you don’t shower, I’ll make you sleep on the balcony.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Count one…” There, he’s using the same tactic on me, acting like he’s scared or something.
“Go ahead and count. If you’re cruel enough to make me sleep on the balcony, then try it.”
“Go shower!”
“Nooo.”
It seemed like he was out of patience; he started hitting my arm repeatedly, smacking all the way to my stomach, making me jump.
“Go shower!”
“If I shower, will you let me kiss you?” I propped myself up a bit, looking at the person sitting beside me, who had just been angry with red ears, now turning into a tomato. The little one avoided my gaze, grabbing Smiles, who was lying on the bed, and hit my stomach with him, making me roll away.
“What do you say? If you don’t answer, I’ll sleep all sweaty like this.”
“Go shower.”
“Answer me first. If I take a shower, will you let me kiss you?”
“And… why ask… when did you ever ask to kiss before?” His beautiful eyes looked away, his voice stuttering, showing he was unsure, his delicate hands clutching Smile until the plush’s face was all squished.
So cute, so adorable, I retract my statement about only thinking about it today.
I’ll definitely do it.
“Looks like that’s a yes.”
“Then go take a shower.”
“Yes, yes.”
I went to grab a towel from the closet and draped it over my shoulder, then looked at the person climbing onto the bed, picking up a thick book to read by the lamp light. The scene before me made me smile a little.
Who would have thought that the person I used to talk with every day on the balcony could be this cute? His attitude was charming, but seeing him in person, living closely with him, I’m head over heels.
I’m pretty good, enduring this much. And he’s still good-looking too.
If he didn’t love me back, that would be a disaster.
I opened the bathroom door and hung the towel on the rack. The saying, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do,” applies here. Diew is someone who keeps things tidy; throwing a towel on the floor or hanging it on a chair is unthinkable. Since there’s a towel rack, you put it there. But if it were my room, he wouldn’t interfere much, simply put, he respects others’ decisions when he’s in their space.
Isn’t that adorable?
His beautiful eyes glanced at me for a moment before quickly looking away. Even though it was just a brief look, I could tell he was flustered. He turned his back to me and lay on his side to read, as if doing this would make me give up and not disturb him.
Crazy, letting go would be foolish. There are so many opportunities here.
I lay down on the bed, wrapping my arms around his waist. Diew just flinched from the unfamiliar touch, still the same after all these times, whether I hug, kiss, or do more, it feels like the first time, adorable every time.
“You keep asking if anyone’s been bothering me, why don’t you look at yourself?” I whispered near his shoulder before planting a kiss on his slender neck. Diew lay stiff as a board, making me chuckle.
“Look at what?”
He doesn’t even realize it, does he?
“So cute, so huggable, so kissable like this.”
After hearing my words, he went completely silent. It was clear he was embarrassed to the point of being stiff, his ears and neck turning red faster than anyone drunk. I wanted to tease him even more, so I tightened my hug a little, pressing his back against my stomach. When he had just showered, his body smelled so good I wanted to bite him, but I couldn’t.
I just pressed my nose against his shoulder, covered by his pajamas, with no response from him; he was still lying still. I glanced at the book he was reading; every line in English made my eyes blur for a moment, but it seemed like he wasn’t focusing on the book because his face was buried in the pillow, breathing softly, his cheeks bright red.
Oh shit… I was sleepy before, but now I’m not sleepy at all.
From the look of things, I knew, ‘all clear,’ no need to ask; definitely no “no entry” sign tonight.
Seeing that he wasn’t saying anything, not scolding, not hitting, I couldn’t help but smile. My right hand, which was around his waist, moved under his light blue pajamas, touching his smooth skin. How long has it been since I’ve felt this? Every time my hand glided over his soft stomach, it trembled slightly out of sync, probably because he tensed up from the coldness of my hand just out of the shower.
“Why are you so compliant today?”
He didn’t answer, still hiding his face in the pillow quietly.
“Won’t you really answer me? Can you be that harsh to me?” I whispered teasingly in the little one’s ear, before a soft moan escaped from his throat and lips.
“Actually… I was going to tell you… before you got here.”
“Tell me what?”
“Tell you that I met Phii Pee… but I knew you’d get upset… so I didn’t want to tell… in case… you drive fast, it’s dangerous.”
The stuttering and pleading tone almost drove me crazy, but calm down, man, listen to him first, you’ll do what you want to do anyway.
He’s letting you this much.
“Oh, I’m not angry anymore.”
“I… know you’re jealous… but with Phii Pee, there’s really nothing anymore, we’re just friends, really.”
“Right. Don’t worry.”
“No, Phii… I was thinking… if I saw someone patting your head, smiling at you…”
Wait a minute…
“I would probably pull you away too.”
All sounds faded, leaving only the tinkling of the wind chimes on the balcony swaying with the breeze. I was at a loss for words. As for him, from being stiff earlier, his body began to tremble slightly.
“Sorry.”
His soft, apologetic voice was so adorable. I kissed the top of his mischievous head.
So cute, insanely cute, I want to run out to the balcony right now and shout for him to stop being so cute, or I’ll die of frustration.
Even though he’s slow to express his feelings, when it comes to being affectionate, he’s the best at it. And he loves to read, the more he reads, the more he knows. When I tell him to prepare, he knows exactly how to. The trembling and stiffness aren’t from fear; if he were scared of being intimate with me, he would have said it would make me feel bad. But the tension is because his body isn’t used to being touched, simply put, he’s been alone for a long time. In the past, just a touch on the hand would make him pull back.
The hand that had paused earlier now continued its work. I moved my hand up, teasing his chest, making him squirm, noting every detail of what he likes and dislikes, his expressions. Seeing him bite his lip and breathe heavily only made me want to tease him more.
After a while, it seemed like he noticed something unusual touching his back, and he let out a little yelp.
“Why are you like this?”
Who made me like this, you little devil?
There was enough time to observe his physical reactions, from curling up to squirming when I touched his chest for a while. His heavy breathing echoed in my ear, fueling the fire that was already burning.
I pulled down the loose shirt on his body, revealing his smooth shoulder, planting gentle kisses, biting without leaving marks, my other hand moving down beneath his pants to grasp his sensitive area, making him jump.
“Ugh.”
Just a small sound escaped his throat; he had learned to control his noises well, but the more he held back, the more his soft moans next to my ear increased his sexiness by a hundredfold.
I calmed myself down, not wanting to be too rough with him, even though this kid in front of me was unintentionally teasing.
His slender hand touched mine, the one under his pants, as if he wanted to say something, but the pleasure prevented him from speaking anything other than soft moans. I looked at him with his eyes halfclosed, almost burying his face in the pillow, letting my hand move freely, making me feel even more endeared.
Because he’s not used to this kind of thing. Even though it’s not the first time we’ve touched each other, I had to zip my lips shut. I didn’t say anything during the act, better to let the emotions convey what I wanted to say; if I talked too much, I’d definitely get slapped.
But even if with not saying anything, I’ll tell you, it’s so good. It allows you to absorb every detail, from the soft moans to the sound of skin rubbing against skin, especially the reactions from his body.
I increased the pace until he curled up like a shrimp, his slender fingers digging into the back of my hand, indicating he was close to his limit, but if it ended too quickly, that wouldn’t be me. Who would let it end fast? We haven’t seen each other for so long. I paused my movements then, turned him onto his back, and pressed my lips to his small ones, kissing deeply, tasting the faint mint flavor of his toothpaste. Diew dug his nails into my shoulders, making noises of protest in his throat, as if to ask why I stopped. Even without words, I knew he was suffering.
The more he moaned, the more I wanted to kiss him to make him squirm even more. The silence in the room made the sound of our lips touching clearly audible. When I intensified the kiss, he started to protest that he couldn’t breathe, so I let him catch his breath for a moment.
After that, I kissed him again, pressing down on his lips to make it clear,
‘This one is mine.’ His soft lips would definitely be swollen by morning.
His body, which was tense like wood, began to tire; this was the most dangerous moment. Once he wasn’t tense, his eyes, his movements, his voice, everything was too much, tempting me to forget patience.
I lifted his light blue shirt, using it to pin his arms behind his head, revealing his fair skin. His cute face turned bright red, his beautiful lips tightly shut, his chest heaving irregularly, no need to say how his mood was fluctuating. I kissed from his chin down to his neck, then to his chest, teasing until he protested. That was enough.
Switching from focusing on the upper part to the lower, I pulled off his long pajamas, tossing them away without care, only focusing on the part that was so hot it was about to explode. With just a touch, the little one’s neck went limp, his lips pressed together to keep from making noise, but when I took that part into my mouth, Diew couldn’t help but let out a moan.
“Uh.”
His voice was so sweet, like Diew himself.
I always take care when using my mouth. I don’t want to cause any injury if he squirms and my teeth accidentally scrape him. Simply put, I’m very gentle, gentler than a powder puff. And the gentler I am, the more it arouses the other person, evident from the way his hips arched up, responding to each touch when feeling uncomfortable, his toes curling. I held his legs to keep them from flailing.
It didn’t take long for me to claim his body with my lips, and Diew released, his body tensing and twitching with loud, heavy breaths filling the room. He let out a soft cough and looked at me. If his hands were free, he would have grabbed a tissue to clean my mouth, but his hands were occupied. So, I had to use the back of my hand to quickly wipe off the mess on my chin.
Those round eyes watched me as I sat up, squeezing my body between his legs. Diew tightened his lips, as if he knew what was coming next.
“Not today.”
The look of relief on his face made me smile.
“Today, you’re not ready, or are you?”
He shook his head so hard his neck almost snapped. I knew he needed a lot of time to prepare if we were going to go through with it, but today both he and I were too tired, so we wouldn’t do anything too intense beyond some external touching.
He averted his gaze while I pulled the heat out from under my pants, pressing my body against his sensitive parts as he lay there panting. Once everything was in place and I was sure he was comfortable, I began to move rhythmically, rubbing against his small body which had already released earlier. Even though it was just external touching, it felt just as good.
Perhaps because this stubborn guy easily gave in to me like this, it was damn cute.
The movement sparked his passion once again; his flushed neck was a clear sign of how much he wanted it. I moved more forcefully, the arousal escalating, and he didn’t protest at all, only softly murmuring my name.
“Phii Godt… Phii Godt…”
“Yes, my good boy.”
His small lips were tightly pressed, turning purple, and I felt sorry for him, wanting him to cry out, but he wouldn’t because he was afraid others would hear. The walls were paper-thin, and there were new neighbors next door. I didn’t want to push him since he still had to live here, while I didn’t.
I moved my hands to hold both our bodies together, pouring all the longing, desire, joy, and everything else into our movements, because in the silence, the sound of our skin touching was clearly audible.
He lifted his face, moaning in his throat until I had to stop and lean down to kiss his neck. After that, I focused on releasing my own emotions. In the end, he was the first to finish, his legs tightly gripping my waist since his hands were pinned down.
He lay there, breathing heavily, not daring to look at what I held in my hand. I growled for a while before changing from holding our bodies to rubbing against him harder, the bed creaking.
Now he was writhing like a fish out of water. It was clear he was tortured because he had just released, his body not yet rested.
“Phii Godt, uh… Phii Godt… Phii”
“Just a little more, be patient.”
It seems like he can’t take it anymore that I won’t let go. Human bodies are not the same everywhere, and his body is very sensitive. On the other hand, I’m tougher than anything. Diew struggled so much that his shirt came off his arms, and he moved his hand to grab my heat, making me widen my eyes in shock.
“Diew… what are you doing?”
“You’re not… finishing this… it’s torture.”
His little hand felt so cold it gave me goosebumps, his round eyes looking elsewhere, still holding my soft hand without moving, letting me move with his hand as support.
Fuck…
This is too much… this is the first time him doing this, I’m about to lose it.
Where did he learn this from, where did he learn to do this?
He’s playing with me, he’s going to kill me!
“Are you trying to kill me!”
I increased the force of my movements until sweat dripped down onto the chest of the person beneath me, not even noticing his trembling hand, which only heightened the arousal even more. The cold air in the room did nothing to help when my own body was so hot it was almost maddening. Seeing him panting below me, I momentarily forgot to be gentle. Try being in my shoes, how gentle can you be?
The feverish body temperature showed no signs of cooling down easily. I leaned down to claim his lips again, grinding against them repeatedly, kissing along his chin, neck, and the lovely curve of his shoulder possessively.
Cute. There’s no other word to describe it but incredibly cute.
More overwhelming than a giant wave hitting the shore. If he gives in today, I bet he’ll be sore and walking funny all day tomorrow. Who told him to be this cute? How can I not be possessive?
“Diew.”
“Hmm.”
It didn’t take long before I released, accidentally collapsing onto the smaller one. The sound of our heavy breathing echoed around the room. I really admire him for not crying out loud even though his emotions were that high.
He gently patted my back.
“Tired.”
So I rolled over to lie beside him, panting like that until he handed me some tissues.
I wanted to go another round, but I was too tired, my heart pounding because of how he teased me.
We cleaned ourselves up and then flopped down to sleep. I looked at the person in my embrace; the sweet scent of his shampoo made me want to hug him tightly until I was submerged. I kissed the top of his head with a loud smack, snuggling with him lovingly, admiring his long, beautiful eyelashes, his cute nose, and his lips, which I had once said were adorable even before we met. I was half-believing, half-doubting, but when I saw him for the first time, my heart leaped out of my chest to breakdance on the floor.
He is cute, but not as feminine; he’s just cute like a rabbit, that’s what I’d say. Like a round, adorable bunny whose cuteness radiates no matter where you look. When you combine his outer cuteness with his inner charm, I can describe him as nothing but damn cute.
Since we’ve been together, there’s been almost no cause for discomfort. I’ve thought about what the future might hold, whether we would get along well given our opposing personalities, but it turned out we meshed better than expected. The main reason is probably because when I’m fire, Diew is water, and when he’s fire, I’ll calm down to be water. So, when we argue, we resolve it quickly, within five minutes.
The second reason is we don’t let emotions get the best of us. Diew always brings reason to the table when there’s dissatisfaction, and he never holds grudges; he’s open about everything, even if it takes time, he speaks his mind.
This is why I love him so much.
I don’t think about the future much. I just think I need to work hard to take care of him, to keep supporting him like this. Even when we grow old, I want to see him, even if his skin sags, I’ll still take care of him.
Isn’t that romantic? Truly.
“Phii Godt.”
“Hmm?” I groaned a response to the person in my arms. Diew squirmed a little before looking up at me.
“Are you very tired?”
The question was almost like pleading, making me smile as I leaned down to kiss his small nose.
“Tired, but happy.”
“Really?”
“Why? Worried about me, huh? Well, of course, with such a handsome husband.”
Slap
He smacked my waist with a loud sound.
“Why are you hitting me?”
“Phii Godt,” the soft voice called out again, when he acts all cute, it’s my undoing, especially when his voice is right next to my ear, it’s the peak of my life.
“Yes?”
“If I graduate, can I move into the condo with you?” He looked at me seriously, not joking.
“Of course, I want you to move in.”
He didn’t respond, just buried his face into my chest, gripping my shirt so tightly I could almost feel his nails digging in. His face turned red again, making it hard for me to look away. “Here, I can’t… make noise…”
Don’t tell me…
“It’s torture.” After saying that, he rested his head on my chest and went silent, leaving my heart racing like crazy. What was that? What did he mean by that? My brain almost crashed for a moment.
So, he wants to scream but can’t because the walls are thin.
“You’re so bold.”
He hit my waist again, making me curl up from the pain, but it was more funny than painful. He seems quiet, but he’s not messing around. And I’m the sinful one here, now I can vividly imagine him screaming loudly, begging for mercy. If he grows up more, gets ready, I’ll give him a combo. No need to get up.
Come to the condo then, you’ll definitely get to scream to your heart’s content, scream until your throat is hoarse for three days, you little thing.
“Your face is showing.”
“Showing what?”
“Lust.”
“Crazy.”
Who says lust is just on the face, it’s in the heart too.
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