MYENGINEER, CHAPTER 24: Paused
[Bohn]
“This uncle with the thick mustache must be the culprit for sure!”
“Wow, Honey, you are so smart, how did you know?”
“Because Uncle has a mustache like Dad, and Dad likes to cosplay as a thief.”
“Uh…you’re really smart, haha…”
“…”
The conversation taking place was between two kids in the luxurious condo, room 612 in the heart of the city. Right now, we’re all sitting in the living room watching Conan on the L-shaped sofa, with me, Ben, Daonuea, and Duen, in that order.
After finishing the dishes, the idiot immediately ran to his sister. I don’t know if he was worried about his sister being alone with Ben or if he was scared to be around me for too long.
“The rain hasn’t stopped yet…” I turned to look at Duen, who muttered to himself. The rain indeed hadn’t stopped, the sound of raindrops hitting the balcony floor continuously since we got into the condo. The weather forecast said a storm was coming, so it might be true.
“Why should it stop?” I asked while still watching the cartoon on the screen. Daonuea must really like this show; she was almost going to stick her face into the screen. The brat asked a question, and she answered, I pity myself and my brother for having to court someone from this household = =…
“I want to go home.” I turned to look at the speaker. Had he forgotten or was he pretending not to care when I told him to sleep over?
“I told you to stay here.”
“No, I don’t want to, it’s too much trouble.”
“Why would it be trouble?”
“Well, um.”
“I don’t know. You and Daonuea have to stay at the condo…stay here with Dad
Bohn, Daonuea.” When he wouldn’t agree, I turned to the best help I had at the moment, but my help seemed unsure.
I guess I’ll need to offer some incentives, heh.
“Dad Bohn, do you have a lot of Conan for me to watch?” That was it…
“Yes.”
“Daonuea, no.” Duen tried to stop his little sister, but as I said, Daonuea only had eyes for Conan on the TV screen.
“Why not, I’ve already allowed it.”
“Talking to you gives me a headache.” Said the other in the conversation with a sigh, holding his temples, massaging them lightly as if he really had a headache.
He probably did, that’s true.
“Want to sleep together?” I propped my chin on the sofa, turning to give a sly smile to the other person. Duen showed me some love…with his middle finger.
“Dream on.”
“Why not?”
“You know why.”
“I don’t see why, heh heh.” I got up, walked around the sofa to sit close to the idiot. He flinched and moved away a bit but was pinned down by me.
“Don’t come near me, you bastard!” He seemed really scared of me, huh? Did I come on too strong? But whatever, this is fine.
“Why not, daddy wants to be close to mommy.” I blinked flirtatiously, clinging to his arm, seeing Boss often do this with Merk, (every time he tries, Merk beats him up).
“I told you not to say that!”
“Why not, mommy dear, or do you want me to use ‘husband’ and ‘wife’, hmm?” Seeing him stunned, I took the chance to hug him.
“Don’t hug me! Get away!”
The slender figure tried to push my head away, he’s pretty strong, he could probably handle Boss easily…but not me. I leaned down to rub my head against his soft shoulder, making Duen make playful annoyed noises. We didn’t look like a couple playing around; it was more like Tom and Jerry, a teasing mouse and an annoyed cat fighting, haha.
“Dad, mom, the master bedroom is free.”
“I-” Duen was about to scold his brother…no, my son, but I cut him off. No, no. I’ve brought the photos, so I must follow the agreement.
“Let’s go, the kids should be left alone.” I said teasingly, dragging his arm to follow me, with the destination being the master bedroom. Of course, the medical student resisted all the way…Does he think I care? Ha. No.
“Don’t be crazy, hey! I want to stay with my sister!”
“Okay, you’ll sleep here.”
I let go of Duen’s arm once we reached the master bedroom. Even though I don’t come back to the condo often, my mom keeps housekeepers to maintain it, so it’s clean. Plus, she’s always buying new furniture; she just bought a modern bookshelf for me even though I barely have any books…Sometimes I don’t understand my own mother’s way of thinking.
“No!”
“You’ll sleep here, I command.” I said, then walked over to sit at the desk chair to check my Facebook. I wonder if my heart’s enemy has seen the pictures I posted.
“I’m scared of you, maybe.”
“Then, I request… you to sleep here.” I said while still looking at the screen, typing in my password.
“Silence.” When I felt the silence from the idiot, I turned to look and saw him standing with his arms crossed, looking quite annoyed. What’s with him? I’m trying to look out for him, doesn’t he see how heavy the rain is?
“I’m going home.”
“How many times do I have to repeat myself?”
“You don’t make sense! I’ve told you already!”
“Stay at the condo, please, Duen.”
I leaned back in my chair, looking up to meet the eyes of my conversation partner who was now standing over me.
“…Why does this feel like a scene from a movie where the heroine is about to lose her innocence?” The future doctor raised his eyebrows, stepping back to distance himself from me. Really, I didn’t have any ulterior motives, but hearing that, my urge to tease kicked in again, it’s been working overtime lately.
“Want to try to lose your innocence?” I got up from my chair and walked towards the slender figure, who jumped to the other side of the bed in surprise.
Wow…Are you that scared of me?
“Not in your wildest dreams, you jerk!”
“Okay, you’ll sleep here.”
“Fine!”
I walked back to my chair with a swagger, oh, I truly felt happy. I didn’t force him; Duen agreed on his own. Oh, I forgot about the sleeping arrangement.
“You’re sleeping in the-”
“I’ll sleep on the sofa.” He said as if he knew exactly what I was going to say, was my intention that obvious?
“No way, let’s sleep together.” I swiveled my chair around to look at him, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, looking extremely sleepy, his head propped up against the headboard.
“No way.” He replied, still with his eyes closed.
“But I won’t let you sleep on the sofa.”
“Then where am I supposed to sleep?” He opened his eyes to ask. Was he crazy? Even if the sofa was big enough to sleep on, it wouldn’t be comfortable, especially with the rain and this kind of weather, you could easily get sick.
“You can sleep in the small room.”
“Normally, who owns that room?”
Duen is too considerate for his own good. Sometimes he might seem impolite, but he’s actually super considerate. Look at today during dinner, he kept asking if this was okay, if that was okay, not annoying at all. I liked having to answer him with ‘Yeah, go ahead,’ ‘Use it,’ things like that. I felt like I was getting closer to him…
…Or am I the crazy one?
“The room…is empty. No one lives there.” I almost said it was Ben’s room, but then thought if I did, he definitely wouldn’t agree.
“But I’m concern-”
“If you say another word, I’ll kiss you for real.”
“Why do you always threaten me?” I, Bohn, turned the chair back to face the computer screen. He’s quiet now. I don’t know if he understood or if he’s unhappy.
“Do you want to shower again?” I asked. Even if he had showered once, he just finished cooking, and the smell was on his clothes, not to mention he was sweating. Another shower would make him feel better.
“Oh. Okay.”
“I’ll get you some pajamas.”
I have many sets of pajamas. I didn’t buy them myself; Dad bought them for us. Whenever he goes somewhere, he likes to buy stuff for us. Ben has a collection; even though I told him we had enough, Dad still bought more until the wardrobe was full.
“Are there more?”
“Yeah, there are sizes from when I was your size.” I walked over to the wardrobe, rummaged through the clothes for a while, then handed him a creamcolored set of pajamas. This time, I let him take it to the bathroom to change, because seeing him come out like he did in the evening would give me a heart attack.
Huh. Why did I open the computer again? Oh, I remember…to check the feedback on the photo I just posted.
Boss Thanarit: Coming out strong, but that’s good, now everyone knows.
: Let’s have drinks tomorrow. If you don’t call, I won’t know there’s a guy hitting on Duen.
Thang Nakrab: Wow, ‘Private’.
: Definitely.
Megha Setthakit: I’m so jealous.
: Come on, Merk, are you whining because you have a small part?
Bom Boomm: Did you drag him there?
: Drag? He came willingly, dude.
Tee Phattarawin: Wow, living together like husband and wife, very nice, and I have loved each other for a long time, my boy.
: Even though I’m a bit jealous, thank you for the blessings.
Thanthep King: Thank me, huh?
: Thank you, King…
There were other comments too, but I didn’t care about them. My eyes scanned through looking for comments from the management guy, but there were none. His profile hasn’t updated anything else except for the photos tagged with Duen, and each comment was asking who, what, how…
Oat: Hey hey, calm down, friend, are you playing with fire? Be careful, man.
He probably knows what’s going on. I must admit that because I used to have many bed partners, and some of them lied to me, claiming they were single when they actually had partners, I often ended up in fights despite not wanting to be involved in such matters. Perhaps I got into too many incidents, so besides my reputation for being good-looking, I also got known for fighting. I didn’t bother to correct the rumors; it was even better that fewer people bothered me.
Bang!
“Bohn! What’s this!”
The sound of the bathroom door opening was accompanied by the idiot, now dressed in pajamas. A small towel covered his head, hiding his black hair, and his white hand held up a phone for me to see, showing the picture I had just posted earlier in the evening.
“It’s just a picture of you.”
“Exactly! And why did you post it on Facebook!” He protested, walking towards me at the speed of light. Damn…just a moment ago, you were still in front of the bathroom, how did you get in front of me in the blink of an eye? Are you The Flash?
“I wanted to post it.” I was still myself, unapologetic. I shrugged nonchalantly and turned back to the computer.
“Oh, you bastard!” Achoo.
Wait…what’s this?
“Who told you to wash your hair at night?” I turned to look at the other one because the water from Duen’s head had splashed onto the back of my neck, only to see him standing with wet hair at the foot of the bed…you’re a doctor, but you never take care of your own health, my room doesn’t have a hairdryer, not even a fan.
“Stay out of it!” What’s this? Why get so angry over just posting a picture?
“Come here.” I sat down at the foot of the bed, calling him over in a stern voice.
“Quickly, I’ll dry your hair.”
“Do I need to be threatened?”
“Bohn, you are a jerk.” Even though he was scolding, he willingly sat down on the floor in front of me. It turned out that I was sitting at the end of the bed with Duen between my legs…cat.
“Heh heh.” I smiled and carefully used the small towel to slowly dry his wet hair.
“What’s with you?”
The grumpy doctor looked up to curse before going back to scrolling on his phone, probably to read the comments under that photo. Even though he doesn’t care much about what others think, he cares about his own image…Confused? He always does things that contradict each other.
“The photo looks nice.”
“It’s not nice at all! Looks like a husband and wife.” He mumbled the last part quietly, but there were only the two of us in the room, so why wouldn’t I hear it?
“We are not, right?” I chuckled as he made a frustrated sound, banging his head against my stomach hard. Ouch! Duen, you’re embarrassed, aren’t you?
“It’s not!”
“You’re so stubborn, we have two kids already.” I teased, drying his hair with a towel. Since his hair is thick, it took longer to dry, which was fine…I like this atmosphere.
“I’m sick of you, you bastard.”
“Heh.”
I kept drying his hair until it was dry…But did I think of moving away once it was dry? No, sir. I stayed in the same position, and Duen did too…Not sure if he forgot himself or intentionally leaned against me.
I like it.
“Got your ear pierced too?” I asked, reaching out to gently touch his earlobe, which was surprisingly soft. I was a bit surprised that a guy like him had his ear pierced. If it was a tough guy like me, that would be different.
“Uh, hey! Bohn, stop playing.” He immediately pulled his neck away when my hand touched him. I loved how he called me by my first name without the title. It sounded so endearing.
“How long ago?” I didn’t stop playing with his earlobe. Even though Duen tried to pull away and made annoyed sounds.
“Uh! Maybe six months ago, Ram bought me earrings, so I got it pierced, stop!” This time he covered his ears and gave me a glare, but wait…
“Really…why are you blushing?”
I asked, just as I was about to lean down to check on him, but Duen covered his face. I was sure I wasn’t mistaken; his face was red, even more than when I flirted with him a hundred times over.
“None of your business!” He tried to cover it up.
“Or maybe…”
Rrrrr
Before I could even interrogate him, his phone rang, and Duen answered it immediately without even checking the name, wow…so lucky for you.
“Hello, Ting…It’s raining…so he brought me here…Crazy. No way…Yeah, I see, he’s such a jerk…Uh-huh…Yeah, good night.” Throughout the conversation, he didn’t turn to look at me, but I figured it was about me, especially with the phrase, ‘Yeah, I see, he’s such a jerk,’ which definitely referred to me.
“Tingting?” I asked after he hung up. I had stopped drying his hair by now, really. I wanted to continue, but Duen’s hair was so dry it couldn’t get any drier. If I kept going, I might pull his scalp off.
“Yeah.” The slender figure answered without looking at me, still staring at his phone screen. What’s so interesting on your phone?
“What did she say?”
“She called to ask why I’m with you.”
“Yeah.” I had expected it would be about this.
Rrrrr
Before Duen could go anywhere, there was another call. This time it must be Ram because I heard him mention Ram. Ram and King are the most protective of this idiot in the group; if Duen was drunk and I wasn’t his senior at the faculty, I would have gotten punched. His face is quite something.
“Hello, Ram…Yeah, it’s raining heavily…so he brought me to the condo…No!
…Uh-huh…Uh-huh…I understand…Good night, love you.”
“Your friends are super protective of you.” I said after Ram hung up.
“They care about-”
Rrrrr
‘Phu’
Here we go again. Another friend called almost immediately. I bent down to tease him until the soon-to-be doctor made a huffing sound and slapped my leg hard, damn, even through thick pants, it’s red as hell.
Just wait, you, Duen.
“It’s raining hard, so Bohn brought me here…Oh. Not true…Damn, be quiet…Bohn, Phu wants to talk to you.” He said, handing me the phone. On the screen appeared the most mischievous photo of a junior.
“Me?” Talking to me? Normally, I’m not that close with Phu. To be precise, I’m not very close with people younger than me.
“Yeah.”
“Hello.” I reached out to take the phone and put it to my ear.
(Phii Bohn, Phii James said there’s a meeting about the volunteer camp on
Monday, he wants you to come to the meeting too.)
“Huh, me? Why should I go? I don’t have any position there.” The camp Phu mentioned is a tree-planting camp in the North, organized by the university. Anyone can go if they volunteer, but when will it be? Whatever, it’s a long way off, probably during the semester break. Let’s just say I’m not going and I don’t have any position in this activity anyway.
(Phii James said you’re a great attraction for the girls. If you go, the girls will flock to join, and then we’ll all be motivated to plant trees, hehe.)
“What does James think I am?” James, being my friend in my year, is involved in organizing this camp. I don’t know much about it, but whenever there’s a meeting for this, his name always comes up first.
(Wow. You’re popular, Phii.)
“Yeah, yeah. If I’m free, I’ll go then.” I’m lying, even if you drag me with a buffalo, I won’t go. I have a bit of volunteer spirit, but during the break, I’d rather be lazy, sleep, and stay at home.
(I know you won’t show up.) Damn, this sibling duo knows me too well.
“Heh, that’s it then.”
(Don’t do anything to Duen, okay?)
I forgot. Even though Phu seems to play it cool and not be too concerned about me and Duen…in reality, it’s not as it seems.
“…Yeah, I won’t do anything.” I answered while looking down at Duen, who was yawning on the floor. Typical of health-conscious kids, sleepy by 10 PM.
(Sure. I told you that-)
“I like him, and I’m currently courting him.”
“Bohn!” Duen immediately looked up to protest. He probably doesn’t want his friends to know, doesn’t he realize all his friends are smart? Only Duen is clueless.
“I’m just telling the truth.” I shrugged, going back to talk with my junior.
(Alright then.)
“Is it that obvious?”
(If you look normal, you wouldn’t know, but if you check on Facebook…even a kindergarten kid could tell, especially with the ‘private’ tag, huh?)
“Heh heh.”
(I’m not trying to stop you, but if you make him sad…well, that’s on you.)
“I won’t be sad.”
(That confident, huh?)
“Absolutely.”
(Whatever. I just want to know…if you’re flirting with my friend, have you sorted things out with the others?)
“It’s all settled…I told you, when I date someone, I date one at a time.” I whispered this last sentence close to the ear of the person sitting below me. He flinched slightly before turning to glare at me. What? Not sleepy anymore, huh?
Heh heh.
“You’re flirting too much.”
“Don’t you like it?” I moved to sit behind Duen, wrapping my arms around his slender waist, but he didn’t seem to like it much and pushed my face away with his hand.
“No!”
“Liar, then why is your face red?” I grabbed one of his arms with one hand, resting my chin on his beautiful shoulder, not afraid of how hard the idiot might hit my shoulder.
“Don’t mess with me!”
“You’re cute, let me kiss you.” I pouted and moved my face closer and closer until Duen had to lean back to escape, what’s wrong, can’t you let me have a little kiss?
“Uh!” He protested, blocking my mouth with his free left hand, ha ha. (Hey, I’m still on the line = =…)
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