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  • EASTTAGYOUREMINE, Chapter 4: Always

    EASTTAGYOUREMINE, Chapter 4: Always

    EASTTAGYOUREMINE, Chapter 4: Always

       Under the medical faculty building, almost all the students had already left. My friends and I were sitting at a wooden table in the faculty courtyard. We had planned to work on a group project; actually, the term hadn’t even started yet, but the professor had called all the medical students to attend classes before the term officially began. Why? Because there’s just too much content to squeeze into one school term.

    I’m ‘Hill’, a second-year medical student, and the faculty moon, which seems like a prestigious position to many, but for me, it’s just okay. I was selected for photoshoots and interviews, and I still don’t know how I ended up with this position.

    This has made my life more complicated. Since my first year, seniors of all genders have been trying to get close, buying me things, constantly approaching me. I don’t mind being liked, but sometimes it gets uncomfortable. I’m not particularly interested in anyone. Not even interested in love at all. I don’t know, it’s hard to explain, but it feels like there’s always something unresolved weighing on me.

    Due to my father’s job, my whole family had to move here abruptly. It was very sudden; one morning my mom said we were moving, and by evening, we were out of the house. Luckily, we had a house already bought, which made things a bit easier, but I moved into a condo by myself for easier commuting to school.    Honestly, I didn’t want to come here at all. I really didn’t. It felt like I was leaving someone behind without a chance to explain or tell the truth. I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye, as if all those years of effort were for nothing. I should have had the courage to tell him a long time ago.

    Time passed…

    I’m now far away, in a different part of the country, unable to meet or contact him. It makes me sad, but there’s still this faint hope that someday we might cross paths somewhere in this world.

    And then, will my feelings still be the same…

    And what would he think? I don’t know either…But I’m sure by now he must hate me.

    I once went through our old chat messages; it made me wish I could turn back time if I could, but I had to face reality: his Facebook account was closed. He changed his phone number too, making any chance of contact zero. Even if I tried to find him, he probably wouldn’t want to see me.

    And no matter what…the smiles of others. They’ve never made me as happy as his smile did.

    One day, while checking documents for my mother, who funds scholarships and donates a lot to this university under the name “Lady Ratana”, earning much respect, she asked me to help check the scholarship applications for this year to see if all documents were complete. I was going through them with a sense of boredom when I came across one file:

    Panupong Podhithasin, Faculty of Veterinary Medicine, Year 1

    This is…

    I glanced over at the photo of the student in the top right corner of the paper.

    Yes, indeed…

    “Think of it this way, everything depends on ‘time and opportunity’.”    A voice echoed in my mind. I had used this phrase to comfort myself, like tricking myself into believing there was still hope, that my time and opportunity would come someday.

    But maybe it really could happen…

    The whole day, I kept thinking about this, pondering various scenarios. What should I do? Would we meet? How much would he have changed? If we actually met face to face, how would I act? Would he remember me at all? And so on, these thoughts just kept circling.

    If he knew I was studying here too, I bet…someone like him would be up all night.

    “Hill, hey, Hill.” The voice of the person next to me snapped me out of my reverie.    “What?”

    “What are you daydreaming about? Help with the work.” said Johan, or Jo for short, one of my friends from the same faculty. He’s lively, playful, and gets along with everyone. He approached me first. Not sure how we ended up in the same group. Honestly, he’s quite the flirt, and being rich, he can casually date anyone. I’ve given up trying to remember his girlfriend’s name.

    There are four of us in our group. Sitting next to me right now is Johan, as I’ve introduced. Across from me, busy working and ignoring everyone, is “Tonfah”, who others might see as quiet, cool, and good-looking, but he’s not really that quiet. Despite appearances, Tonfah is the faculty’s vice-president.

    Next to Tonfah is “Arthit”, the crazy one who gives you a headache when you talk to him. He looks tough but is sincere. Though he can be quite blunt, unlike Johan who’s like a sly fox.

    “Yeah, you’re just staring at your phone.” Arthit adds to what Johan said.    “You haven’t started yet, Arthit. You’re not doing anything either, Jo. You’re leaving Tonfah to do all the work alone.” I comment. I’m not really taking advantage, but I just want a brief break before diving into the work. I just had class, after all.

    “You guys are the ones who are lazy, I’ll write my name on this and submit it to the professor.” Tonfah says without looking up from his paper. “Here, take this part, Hill. This is yours, Jo, Tit.” Tonfah handed out thick stacks of paper. His method of work distribution is just throwing it out there. Whoever does what, as long as there’s good work to submit.

    “Lazy bunch, I swear if we weren’t studying medicine.” Arthit grumbled but took the work anyway.

    “Yeah, might as well flunk out.” Johan chimed in.

    “Ha, that dude with the milk, acting all dreamy. Last final exam, I nearly got an F.” Arthit pointed at me.

    “Well, I’ve got to do my best, don’t I?” I said, rummaging through my backpack for a pen.

    “You better do just enough. If this group fails, the whole faculty goes down. You got a 98, that’s an A, right? Tonfa got a 90, that’s a B. Shit, I got an 84, I felt like I was almost ‘taking the dog home’.”

    ‘Taking the dog home’ means getting a D grade, or Dog. If A equals Ant, B equals Bird, C equals Cat, when grades come out, they ask what’s the least desirable animal, that’d be an F, for Fish.

    “Dad told me to ‘do good’ for the project, and said the house was full of howling dogs last night.” Arthit laughed, “Instead of competing for grades, why don’t we collaborate to get even scores? We could all ‘raise ants’ together.”

    “Are you studying entomology to raise bugs? Everyone wants good grades.” Johan said before turning back to his phone.

    “Oh, Jo, you traitor. I thought we were in this together. In the end, you changed colors.” Arthit said with a disappointed tone.

    Then we didn’t speak for nearly twenty minutes because each of us was absorbed in what we were doing with our hands. Once my mind started racing, I didn’t want to stop; I wanted to finish the work. Until Tonfa broke the silence:    “Phew, finally done with topic 1.1.”

    “I finished 1.3 too.” I said, putting down my pen and stretching my neck a couple of times to relieve the stiffness.

    “I’m almost done, just a bit more,” said Arthit. I glanced over at Johan, who was scribbling away with intense focus.

    “Done, done!” Johan and Arthit said simultaneously.

    “Are you guys competing or what?” asked Tonfa.

    “Nah, but finishing first feels good.” Jo said before taking a sip of his coffee. “Hey, Hill, I’ve been meaning to ask, what was up with that last photo you posted?” Arthit asked, recalling something.

    “Yeah, what’s with the ‘pay for new treats, pay whatever’? Are you playing the rich kid game now?” Johan chimed in teasingly, “It’s all over Twitter with this hashtag. Who’s the watch owner?” He held up his phone to show me.

    “New hashtag? I haven’t seen it.” I took his phone to look, realizing I hadn’t checked my Twitter since posting that photo yesterday. The watch on that junior’s wrist had sparked this hashtag.

    “Who is it? I really want to know. You don’t date the faculty stars, you don’t care about Dao. Saw Baifern waiting for you that day, I felt so sorry for her, I really wanted to comfort her.” Johan said, twisting around in a way that was quite eerie.

    “I just don’t want to say anything yet.” I said, handing my phone back to Johan.

    “Keeping secrets from friends.” Tonfa remarked.

    “Alright, I’ll introduce you guys later.”

    “Are you courting someone?”

    “No idea.”

    “Cheh, someone like Hill trying to court someone, I thought you were hopeless. But at your level, you’d need to court? I think just telling her you like her would make her swoon.”

    “Nah, this one’s tough.”

    “Really? So, how tough on a scale of one to ten?”

    “Maybe a ten.” I thought for a moment before answering Johan. Hmm…he really is that tough for me.

       “Then she’s not just any star who’s come following you up to this point, oh, your little star, can I have Baifern then?” Johan said with a cheeky grin.

    “Up to you, just be careful not to mix up your tracks.” I said nonchalantly. Johan never takes anyone seriously, always teasing this one or that one. He has so many girls in his circle, I wonder if he remembers them all.

    “Watch out, Jo, if you meet someone you’re serious about, it’ll be trouble.” Tonfa warned, true to his role as the group’s wise one.

    “Ugh, that’s tough to say, I don’t think I’ll find that in this lifetime, better to stay like this forever.”

    “Who’ll take care of you when you’re old?”

    “I’m rich.”

    “Okay, that’s settled.” Tonfa sighed, rolling his eyes. That’s right, Johan really is rich; his family has big businesses. He’s also started his own ventures and is already continuing the family business. He doesn’t want to be seen as living off his parents’ wealth, so he’s been doing things on his own since high school. If you have money, finding someone to take care of you isn’t hard, but whether you’ll find true love is another question.

    “So, in conclusion, our Hill is starting to be paired up. That leaves only us floating aimlessly, right?” Arthit said, sounding annoyed.

    “Paired up? I haven’t even done anything yet.” I said. “And Tonfa, you aren’t exactly a saint either, I’m starting to smell love coming from you.”    “Really? Tonfa too? Who is it?”

    “Crazy Hill, just talking nonsense.” Tonfa said, uninterested.

    “I know, alright. You can hide anyone, but just don’t hide me.” Tonfa usually doesn’t talk about himself much. If he had someone he loved, he probably wouldn’t tell anyone, but I’ve started noticing it recently. I’m not sure, but it’s these little signs that make me suspect something.

    “Ha, nonsense. Why don’t you try looking at Arthit, he might be the one hiding something.”

    “Hold on, what am I hiding?”

    “Arthit…he’s totally dead inside.” said Johan, “Too rough. Doesn’t know how to be gentle with women.”

    “Alright, just leave me be.”

    “Well then, Hill, if there’s anything you need to discuss, let me know. I’ve got to go, I have an appointment.” Johan said before getting up from his chair, “Tun, keep the work for me.”

    “Who are you meeting, your girlfriend?”

    “No, it’s my babe.”

    “Who?” Johan didn’t reply, just smiled and waved dismissively.

    “Forget it, Tun. Don’t bother trying to remember his girlfriend’s name.” I said resignedly.

    After that, we all went our separate ways once the work was done satisfactorily. Tonfa, being the team leader, took care of the paperwork. Even though I do well in school, I don’t like to complicate things for myself. Being the president of the club is the same. Initially, I didn’t want to be one at all, but my mother insisted, so I just went along with it. Once you take on a role, you have to do it to the best of your ability.

    I pressed the remote to unlock my favorite car, but this car my dad allowed me to use tends to attract too much attention. I don’t really like driving around and being stared at. I wanted to ask for another car from home, but they’re all just as conspicuous, if not more so.

    Upon arriving at my condo, I parked in my reserved spot. Since reserving a parking space under the condo, life has become much easier; no need to circle around looking for a spot. I just drive in and park. The rental fee is manageable too.

    Once I got to my room, I tossed my backpack onto the large sofa, loosened my tie to relieve some discomfort. My mom found this condo for me; it’s spacious with all the necessary amenities. There’s a large living room, a bedroom big enough for three people to sleep comfortably, and a small kitchen corner with all the cooking equipment ready.

    I opened my computer, logged into my Facebook account.

    There’s this one account I recently came across. It’s fairly new, so there aren’t many posts or pictures, and considering the owner’s personal habits, they don’t seem like the type to post on Facebook daily. I scrolled through, looking at older posts. Some of the statuses made me wonder if they were about me.    Easter Panupong – May 12: Yay, I passed the exam. I’m going to the northern region now.

       I’ve been scrolling back through my posts since I created this account.

    Easter Panupong – May 28: I’m going to be far away. I feel strangely sad.

       Easter Panupong – June 5: Added 1 new photo in Rayong Province.    It was a landscape photo of a place with a caption – Good memories before we don’t see each other again.

       I remember this place; it was the first spot we visited together. At that time, I just wanted to take him somewhere. I remember it was quite far and the journey was tough, but when we arrived, it was worth it because of the smiles on our faces. I was so caught up in his charm that I forgot about the near two-hour drive.

    Easter Panupong – July 18: Added 1 new photo.

       A picture of the night sky, but with beautiful twinkling stars, captioned – Same sky, this was the last post. After that, it was just check-ins for meals and some minor complaints.

       If he posts something that refers to me, it means he still remembers…

       Even if his feelings might have changed…

       Before this, I wasn’t sure at all. I wasn’t even trying to wait, but it seemed like I

    couldn’t move on, even without hope. After not seeing or contacting each other for a full year, the longing that once was intense began to fade until I could let go.

       Sometimes I thought I had forgotten…

       But I couldn’t open my heart to someone else.

       These two things contradict each other. I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried to imagine what if we met by chance again. I thought I could act indifferent and wouldn’t feel anything anymore.

       But that’s not true at all…

       Just a glimpse of his face, all the time I spent thinking, trying everything to stop missing him, trying to fill the void in my heart, all of it crumbled so easily.

       I understood immediately at that moment…

       My heart has always needed only him…

       And it will be like this forever…

       

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  • EASTTAGYOUREMINE, Chapter 3: Infront Of Me

    EASTTAGYOUREMINE, Chapter 3: Infront Of Me

    EASTTAGYOUREMINE, Chapter 3: Infront Of Me

       “A cup of cocoa, please.” I reached into my wallet, pulling out a twenty-baht note and a five-baht coin. After running a marathon for about ten minutes, I was exhausted.

    The question is, why did I run?

       So, the story goes, a first-year with big, innocent eyes had his first club activity experience end with him suddenly running out in the middle of it. How will everyone look at me now?

       No excuse would work in this case. Saying I had an urgent matter to attend to? That wouldn’t cut it, especially not when I was running like that. Or maybe I was scared of the president? Did he look like he was going to eat me? That’s just silly.

    Or maybe I just felt like exercising all of a sudden? That’s even worse.    “Thank you.”

    “Thanks.” I took the cocoa cup and drank from it as I walked back to the dorm.

    It’s way too hot and sunny out here for running. I felt that working with the club

    this time might not work out, for a few reasons: one, having Phii Hill as the president, which is just bad luck; two, he saw me, fully, and now I’m not sure what will happen next. Will he pretend not to know me? Or will he act indifferent? Or worse, will he approach me? That would be annoying!!

    Approach me? That’s laughable, what am I even thinking? There’s no reason for him to do that. Plus, he’s got, uh, some sort of shipping thing going on with his potential girlfriend waiting for him after class.

    The third reason is what just happened, running out like I was in the Olympics, it’s embarrassing now that I think about it. I should have thought before running, at least stopped when the team head called after me.

    “Hey, you’re back, how was the club event? Fun?” North, who was playing games, greeted me as I opened the door.

    “Not at all, I want out.”

    “Why? Was it that hard?”

    “Not really, but I just don’t like it.” I sighed, placing the cocoa on the table next to North before jumping onto the bed.

    “What can you do? You’re the one who wanted the scholarship. If you don’t do it, you’ll lose it.” He said, taking a sip of my cocoa.

    “There’s someone there I don’t like, the one I told you about.” I remembered consulting North about this once, and he told me to ask him again if needed.

    “Really? Damn, that’s bad luck. And then what happened?”

    “I just ran into him directly, got scared, and ran away.”

    “Seriously? You ran out right after seeing him?”

    “Yeah, I ran out.”

    “Huh?” North turned around with a surprised look.

    “Yeah.” I nodded.

    “Did you run right away? As soon as you saw him, you ran?” I nodded again, to make sure he understood correctly. “Everyone must have been confused then. No wonder you didn’t want to go. If it were me, I’d think you were crazy.”

    “I didn’t mean to, my legs just moved on their own, that’s why I’m stressed out here. And I’ve got to go back tomorrow.”

    “Why go to such lengths? Do you hate him that much?”

    “Yeah, I do.”

    “That’s strange.”

    “How is it strange?”

    “Usually, when we see someone we hate, we don’t run. It’s not like they’re a cockroach or a spider or something.” North turned away from his game screen, swiveling his chair to face me.

    “I don’t know, I just know I can’t stand there looking at him or letting him see me.” I said, expressing my true feelings.

    “Hmm…Why do you think you can’t look at him?”

    “Because I hate him.”

    “At that moment, did you feel disgusted by him?”

    “Uh…not exactly.” I wasn’t sure what feeling I felt, but I didn’t think it was disgust.

    “So, if I told you to stand and stare at him for ten minutes, could you do it?”

    “No way, absolutely not.”

    “Why?”

    “Why would I stare at someone I don’t like?”

    “Then, if he were to stare at you instead, how would you feel?”

    Oh come on, North. What are you, an engineering student or a psychologist?

       “I…would probably feel uncomfortable.” I answered honestly.

    “Are you sure you hate him? It seems more like you like him.”

    “North, seriously!! Is that your mouth or your foot talking?” I scolded him. Crazy! Like? what? Come on, let’s stop talking about this!! “What do you mean by like? Let’s drop this topic.”

    “Don’t get mad. I’m just saying what I think. You look more embarrassed than anything.”

    “Enough, beast. If you say I like him again, I’ll take my cocoa back.”

    “Hahaha, okay, so what are you going to do next?”

    “That’s the thing. What should I do?”

    “Maybe just stay cool, act like nothing happened. If anyone asks, just say it was nothing and avoid the topic. As for this person you hate, just pretend you don’t see him, let him be.”

    “But what if I run into him face-to-face like yesterday again?”

    “Then don’t run. Just slip away or take another route, act like you weren’t interested from the start.”

    “You make it sound easy. When I ran, I didn’t think at first.”

    “Then it means you were flustered.”

    “I wasn’t flustered!! Alright, I’ll try to act like nothing’s wrong, that should work, right?”

    “Right, let me know how it goes, I’m curious.”

    “Yeah, for this matter, I can only talk to you about it.” If I consulted Foam or Typhoon, they’d definitely grill me until there’s nothing left.    The next day, 09:12 AM

       “Good morning, Easter.” Thaam greeted me as usual. I had just arrived at the club’s courtyard, and it seemed like no one noticed or cared about what happened yesterday. No one was giving me strange looks.    “What happened yesterday? I saw you run out.”

    “Uh, oh, it was nothing really.” I said, following North’s advice. I wasn’t sure if it would work.

    “Were you not feeling well? Or did you have a stomach ache?”

    “Yeah, a little bit.”

    “There’s actually a bathroom around there, you know.”

    “Oh, really…I didn’t know.” Maybe I was overthinking it. Why would anyone care that much about my actions? Here’s Thaam just thinking I had a stomach ache. Then I changed the topic, asking if there was any more work from yesterday, and Thaam explained that since it was the first day, they didn’t want to overload us. We just finished repainting the old signs and then were let go, and he didn’t say anything else about it.

    “Nong Ter.” a deep voice called out. I turned to see Phii Pim approaching, oh no, this could be trouble.

    “Phii Pim, good morning.” Thaam and I greeted her with a wai, and she returned it.

    “Sorry about this.” Phii Pim said with a forced smile, “About yesterday, did my friend do something wrong to you?”

    “Huh? Oh? No, that’s not it.” I was confused. Even if that guy was the cause, he hadn’t actually done anything to me, really. I’m the one who should apologize for my rude behavior.

    “Don’t feel bad, you see, Hill, uh, the president, he gets really angry when someone wakes him up from his nap. I didn’t know, so I sent you to wake him. I heard last time a freshman ran out crying like you did, apparently got scolded pretty badly.”

    “Really? That bad?” Could someone really be scolded to the point of running out crying? Then my case isn’t that strange, right?

       “Yeah, but even if he says he didn’t scold you, we know he must have done something. Otherwise, why would you run out?” Phii Pim said, making me feel a bit guilty as if I was shifting the blame onto my senior.

    “Ah, but it’s fine now.” I said. How did it end up like this? “I’m the one who should apologize, I was the one who was rude.”

    “No worries, no worries, we’ve decided to treat you to dinner as an apology,

    Nong Thaam, you should come too.”

    “I’m sorry, I have some business today.” Thaam said, bowing his head in apology.

    “Oh, that’s a pity, save it for next time, but Nong Ter, you have to come, I’ll make sure Hill treats you as his apology.”

    Hey, Phii Pim, I understand you mean well, but maybe not doing anything would have been better.

    “It’s alright, I actually have some business too.” I didn’t really have any business, but the idea of having dinner with that senior made me want to have some instantly!!

    “Come on, we’ve already made plans. Bua is also coming, she even postponed her appointment to eat with us. Look, speaking of which, here she comes.” I turned in the direction Phii Pim pointed, seeing Phii Bua and another short-haired senior, probably named Dew, walking towards us, chatting and looking like they were having fun.

    “Oh, Pim, Nong Ter, and Nong Thaam too.” Phii Bua smiled happily upon seeing us and pulled Phii Dew over.

    “Hello.” Thaam and I greeted them, and the two seniors smiled back.

    “I apologize, Hill might have been a bit grumpy, but he’s not a bad person.” Phii Bua said. Why does everyone feel the need to apologize to me? The seniors here really care about the freshmen’s feelings.

       “It’s okay, I’m not thinking anything of it.” I said.

    “That’s good, we’ll be working together for several more years, we don’t want any bad feelings.” Dew smiled. “Pim, did you tell Nong Ter about the dinner treat?”

    “I did. But it seems like the freshman isn’t available.” Wait, why does Phii Pim seem like she’s trying to pressure me into agreeing?

       “Oh really? That’s too bad. We were planning to treat you as an apology. We’ve even rescheduled for it.” In front of me were three kind seniors smiling and looking at me, but why did it feel like there was a knife at my throat, forcing me to go? It was really a subtle form of pressure.

    “Uh…sure.” I gave in, I surrendered. Please remove the knife from my throat.

    “Yay, great!”

    “What were the two girls gossiping about earlier? It seemed fun, I want to know too.” Phii Pim said.

    “Do you really want to know? We were just gossiping because they were talking a lot, but do guys like to gossip about girls’ stuff too?”

    “We also like to know what’s going on, right?” the team head chimed in, looking at me and Thaam. Actually, he’s right. I’m one of those who enjoys hearing about other people’s business too.

    “Okay, so the story goes like this, a few days ago, right, on our university’s Cute Girl Cute Boy page, they posted a picture of Baifern waiting for Hill while he was in the lab. It made the HillBaifern team scream all over Twitter.” Phii Bua explained with enthusiasm.

    “What’s the HillBaifern team?” Phii Pim asked, which was exactly what I wanted to know. Honestly, I’m not that interested in his affairs, but since someone was telling the story, I might as well listen to it clearly. I really don’t want to know, really!

    “Hill is super handsome, super rich, the university moon, president of the society, everyone likes him, right? He’s out of reach for most people. But there are stars from three faculties chasing after him. They’re really stars, all beautiful, although there are stars from other faculties too, but they don’t follow Hill around like this.”    “Oh, I’ve heard something like that. Last time, I was doing the lab with him, and Baifern was waiting from four to six. She must have been really free with nothing to do. And Hill didn’t even bother to go out to see her, you could say he was completely indifferent. Then when the lab was over, Baifern invited him to dinner, and he just turned her down with a straight face.” Phii Pim recounted as an eyewitness. Why did my heart feel a bit lighter when she said Phii Hill was indifferent? I don’t know.

       “Wow, really? Our friend has some nerve, huh? That’s the management faculty star. Show some respect, she has spent so much on Botox, and he doesn’t even acknowledge her.”

    “Dew, don’t be mean like that.” Although Phii Bua said that, she was also secretly laughing.

    “Just kidding, keep telling the story.”

    “So, then there were different teams forming, right? At first, there were many, but due to the dynamic created by the person himself and his fans, now there are mainly three teams: Team Baifern, Team Fondao, and Team Thanmild.”

    “Thanmild, the star of our medical faculty, right?”

    “Yes, she claims they’re just friends, but they’ve been pretty inseparable. And the buzz has been growing; maybe she likes him but doesn’t show it dramatically, just quietly staying close. Hmm, many people confirm they were from the same high school, have been close for a long time, maybe they’ve liked each other from the beginning.”

    Huh? They liked each other from the start, back in school, Phii Thanmild and Phii Hill? That can’t be true…I was almost always with them or was there something I missed? Ugh, I hope that’s not the case. I don’t want to feel any more foolish than I already do.

       “And then there’s Fondao, the star of the nursing faculty, also making waves. So there are three teams now. The fan clubs argue among themselves, and the admin of the page really stirs the pot. And just the other day, the page posted a picture of Fern, right? The fans from that side went wild, but our Hill, he doesn’t seem to care at all. People can ship them, take pictures, and fantasize all they want; he knows about it but whenever I ask him, he just says ‘whatever’, like he doesn’t care what others do.”

    “That’s true.” Phii Pim interjected, “There were even rumors that he’s emotionless, or gay, or already has a partner, but he just doesn’t care. However, his indifferent attitude is the problem; he neither likes nor clearly rejects anyone, which gives those people hope.”

    “Right, I don’t get him either, but then, Hill, the doctor, actually commented on the page where Fern’s picture was posted, asking them to take the picture down. Now that was a surprise. Why ask for it to be removed? Does Hill not like Fern? Why suddenly care when he never did before? Because there’s someone else he’s serious about? Or is he one of the other two people interested, or maybe Fern herself is serious about something, but doesn’t want to reveal it yet, so she asked him to remove it? Everyone’s just speculating wildly.”    Oh, that picture, huh? Phii Hill asked for it to be removed?

       “Wow, that’s quite the drama, people really go that far?”

    “We’re no different, Dew, gossiping like this. But it’s entertaining. Look, this tweet is pretty heated.” Phii Bua held up her phone showing Twitter account.

    Indeed, on this platform, you can say just about anything.

    “And the latest, Fern posted something too, check it out.” Baifern Nantacha: 1 day ago

       I’m still hopeful though :,)

       “Wow, that’s bold.” Phii Dew commented, “So, what now? Should we go and ask him?”

    “Sorry, I already asked.” Phii Bua said cheerfully. “I mean, how could I miss out when he’s right here with us. Do you want to know what he said?”

    “Yes, of course. Don’t keep us in suspense, tell us quickly.” Phii Dew shook Phii Bua’s arm.

    “Alright, he said, ‘I’m serious about someone now.’ Isn’t that great? If I tweet this, everyone’s going to go crazy.”    He’s…serious about someone?

       “Hey, speak of the devil, here comes Hill, over here, let’s clear this up right now.” Phii Dew shouted, calling out to the person stepping out of a fancy car. I turned towards where Phii Dew was calling, and Phii Hill looked over, confused, before Phii Dew ran over to drag him here.

    Thud!

    Thump!

    It was happening again, just like yesterday; my heart, legs, and hands were starting to shake. I looked down, not daring to lift my head. When footsteps stopped right in front of me, my heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest, and I felt heat rush to my face and ears. Oh gosh!! Stay normal, Ter, look up! Or else he’ll wonder what’s wrong!

    And then I slowly lifted my head, but I was startled to meet his sharp eyes already looking at me. His handsome face was looking down, with a slight smirk that probably melted many hearts, but it shouldn’t be doing that to me, right? Sigh. “So, Hill, Bua said you have a serious partner now. Is that true?” Phii Pim asked, and everyone turned to look at Phii Hill for an answer, but he was only looking at me. Why are you looking at me?!

    “Yeah, I do.” Phii Hill answered, still not taking his eyes off me, his smile widening, with eyes that could melt me. I quickly looked away. If I accidentally made eye contact again, it would be disastrous.

    “Uh…so, everyone else is starting on the work. We’ll excuse ourselves.” I said quickly, almost tripping over my words. I grabbed Thaam’s wrist and pulled him out immediately, trying not to run as North had advised.

    For goodness’ sake…why does my heart react so strongly? Just his smile and I’m nearly dying here!!

    He has a serious partner now.

    He has a serious partner now.

    He has a SERIOUS PARTNER NOW!!!

    “Ter! Watch out, you’re about to walk into a pillar!” A voice from behind brought me back to reality, and I stopped my feet just in time. Phew, I almost kissed a pillar.

    “What have you been spacing out about since just now?” Ploy, who was working with us, asked. She’s very cheerful and easy to get along with. She had been talking to everyone around, probably knows everyone by now, “Are you okay?”

    “No, no, I was just thinking randomly, sorry.”

    “Why are you apologizing to me? Oh!” Suddenly, another girl ran up and grabbed Ploy’s arm, startling her.

    “Ploy, look, look, Phii Hill is also helping paint the backdrop. Wow, he’s so cool, let’s sneak some photos.”

    “Oh, you…you scared me. Do you like him?”

    “Crazy, I’m just a fan. Everyone likes him, let’s go ask for a photo.”

    “Okay, okay, but won’t it be a bother?”

    “Let’s ask first, come on.” In the end, Oi dragged Ploy to where Phii Hill was busy painting. If you looked closely, you’d see other women sneaking glances at him and acting all shy. Wow…quite the heartthrob, isn’t he?

    But there are some who are really serious, probably the campus stars who have a crush on him. After all, the month has to match with the stars, right? But why did you look at me while saying that!?

    Then Oi; she got a picture with Phii Hill, but it was just standing next to each other and taking a simple photo. Ploy switched to taking photos too. It seemed like Phii Hill didn’t show any signs of annoyance at being disturbed while working.

    “Easter, could you go help them over there with the sewing?” Thaam said.

    “Okay, khrap.” I replied politely, again.

    Everyone here was busy sewing, probably for stage decorations, rolling the fabric and pinning them into flower shapes. Is it really a good idea for me to help here?

    “How do you do this?” I sat down and asked one of the girls who was rolling the fabric.

    “Oh, grab that cloth over there, I’ll teach you.” I reached for a small piece of cloth and tried to roll it as she instructed.

    “No, you have to pull it tight for it to look nice.”

    “Hmm, this really is something more suited for women, isn’t it?” I said, feeling discouraged, this was definitely craftsmanship.

    “Exactly. Look at Thaam, he’s almost done with one, and it looks so beautiful.”

    “Wow, meticulous work.” I complimented, Thaam does everything so neatly. I turned back to my work, wrapping and then needing to find a pin.

    “Holding it like that is dangerous, you know.” Suddenly, a big hand took the cloth from in front of me, and the tall figure knelt in front of me. Oh…it’s him again!!

    I was startled so much that my eyes widened, oh dear, too close, Phii Hill’s face was calm but with a slight smile. I quickly averted my gaze, not smooth at all, he must know I was deliberately avoiding eye contact.

    “Here, you hold it like this. And the pin goes…” I looked down at his hand demonstrating. I didn’t want to praise, but he’s really good. Is he a pro at sewing?

    “Phii Hill, that’s beautifully done, I didn’t know it could be like this.” The girl next to me said.

    “Yes, but be careful not to prick your finger with the needle.”

    “Oh, thank you.”

    Then he stood up and left. Suddenly, I realized we’ve never spoken properly, except for that first time when he called out my name, after that, nothing. Just now, it was like a senior teaching a junior, not particularly talking to me. Or is he purposely acting like he doesn’t know me?

       So that’s how it is? From now on, our relationship will just be senior-junior in the club, just colleagues, right?

       That’s good…yeah, that’s good. That’s how I’ve always wanted it to be, isn’t it?

    Even if we meet, we pretend not to know each other like this.

       “Phii Hill is so kind, no wonder everyone likes him with that handsome face and kind heart.”

    “Exactly, should we join his fan club?”

    “Let’s do it, I’ve saved so many of his pictures from the page.”

    “Wow, no wonder you have so many pictures of guys.”

    “But I can’t choose a side. I like Phii Fondao, but I don’t want Phii Hill to have a girlfriend. So I’ll go with Phii Hill’s team with us.”

    “Oh my, this imagination!”

    Then the girls continued to gossip, and I started wondering why I had to be close to this gossip circle all the time. The more famous he gets, the more people like him, which makes me even more annoyed.

       Kind? That guy is clearly a devil in disguise as a saint.

       I sat there folding cloth, some turned out nice, most didn’t. He brought them back for me to redo. I redid them. If they didn’t pass, I redid them again, looping like this for almost two or three times.

       “Wait, juniors, help collect the stuff, okay? Thank you for helping out today, have a safe journey back.” The seniors let us go home. I helped put the cloth away, planning to leave quickly.

    “Nong Ter, come eat.” Phii Pim called out to me, waiting right in front of the storage room. Sigh, there goes my plan to slip away unnoticed.

    “Sure.” I replied, slowly following her.

    When we got to the parking lot, Phii Bua, Phii Dew, and Phii Hill were standing by the car I remembered Phii Hill got out of this morning. I tried not to look at the tall figure and stood beside Phii Bua instead.

    “We were thinking of going for Japanese food, Nong Ter, are you okay with that?” Phii Bua asked. That’s great, Japanese food is my favorite, though I haven’t had it in a while because of money issues.    “Okay.”

    “Great, then let’s get in the car.” said Phii Dew, and Phii Hill walked around to the driver’s side, Phii Bua sat in the front passenger seat, while I ended up sitting in the back with Phii Pim and Phii Dew. Wow, this is a really fancy car. I don’t know much about cars, but I bet this one costs a pretty penny, and it’s spotless with a faint nice smell to boot.

    “Hey, I thought you’d bring the Benz,” said the senior sitting next to me.

    “That one’s borrowed by dad, his car broke down.” Phii Hill glanced at the rearview mirror, making me look away.

    “But this one is even more expensive than a Benz, I’ve heard.”

    “Not exactly, it’s a Porsche, but I can’t remember the model.” Phii Hill said as he started the car and drove out of the parking lot. While on the way, I looked out of the window from the side seat, noticing some people turning to look. This must really be a luxury car, no doubt. Are these guys that rich? Wow, I barely dare to move, scared of scuffing the seat.

    After a while, we pulled into the mall’s parking lot. Hmm? Are we going to eat Japanese food in the mall? Isn’t that going to be too expensive? I’ve only eaten there occasionally with family for big celebrations, but of course, since I’ve been living on my own, I can’t afford to come near a mall.

    “Wow, can you handle the price?” Phii Pim asked.

    “Sort of.” Phii Hill replied, before we all entered. Actually, if I get to eat Japanese food which I haven’t had in ages, I’d be fine sitting with them for a bit, even if it means sitting far at the end of the table. Plus, I won’t have to pay, so Ter gets to eat for free again (after those free cakes and cocoa, huh).

    “Five people, please follow me to the innermost table.” The hostess at the counter greeted us with a bow and led us inside. The restaurant was beautifully decorated, giving off an authentic Japanese vibe. If there were kimonos to change into, you’d think you were in Japan for real.

    There was a small fountain by our table, creating a very romantic atmosphere.

    This place would be great for a date.

    “Nong Ter, come sit here.” called Phii Bua, and when I turned around, everyone was already seated except for the spot directly across from Phii Hill. Oh no, I shouldn’t have been zoning out.

    “Come on, let’s order. Nong Ter, order whatever you want. It’s on us.” said Phii Bua, handing me the menu. Of course, I knew I’d be sitting opposite Phii Hill, so I avoided eye contact, but was he looking at me? Ugh, I, Ter, feel so awkward.    Wow!! The prices are outrageous, sushi at hundreds per piece. I wanted to order sashimi, but a plate costs nearly a thousand! I wanted to but felt too shy to order something so expensive in front of the seniors. Better go for something cheaper, even ramen here is five hundred! My goodness, one plate would mean no more meals for the rest of the month.

       Everyone seemed to be ordering a lot. Why does everyone have so much money?

       “A large set of salmon sashimi, please.” Phii Hill ordered. I looked at the menu, that’s insane. Almost fifteen hundred for the large set!

    “Wow, so lavish.” Phii Pim teased.

    “Aren’t you ordering, Nong Ter? Do you need help choosing?” Fortunately, Phii Bua was sitting next to me and helped out, “Do you like ramen? Or do you want to order a rice set? You don’t have to order sushi, the seniors have already ordered a lot.”

    “Oh…Then I’ll just have sushi.”

    “Alright then. That’s fine, Hill has already ordered sashimi too, do you want to share some dessert?”

    “Umm, I’ll order dessert later.” I said, handing the menu to the waiter. The waiter repeated the order and left.

    “Hey, let’s gossip a bit. Earlier you said there’s someone you’re serious about.

    Who is it?” Phii Pim immediately brought up the topic.

    “Yeah, I want to know too! Come on, you haven’t told anyone, right? Promise you won’t.”

    “You guys can’t tell anyway. If you do, I won’t let you see the lecture.” Phii Hill said.

    “Look, that’s how people are. If I don’t get your lecture, how would I pass without the F-grade?”

    “So, are you going to tell us who it is? Is it Fon, Fern, or Mild?”

    “No.”

    “Come on, give us a hint at least.”

    “You’ll find out soon enough. But you promised not to tell anyone.”

    Phii Hill left it at that, and then the food arrived. I was also curious about who he meant, but when the food reached the table, everyone’s attention, including mine, shifted.

       Sigh, oh how I missed this salmon. I picked up several pieces from the large platter with my chopsticks and placed them on my plate before eating.

       “Do you like it?” asked the person in front of me. I looked up, thinking he might be asking about the sashimi. Huh? Asking me? And then he smiled like that again.

    Stop smiling like that!!

    “Yes…I do.” I quickly looked down and stuffed more salmon into my mouth. Phew, my ears feel so hot, why is the AC so low in this restaurant? Don’t start talking to me again, you crazy senior!

    Phii Bua passed dishes from far away to me, and Phii Hill did the same, constantly placing food on my plate. Wow, so kind. I could only nod in thanks, trying not to let my heart race too much. But isn’t he hardly eating at all? Just keep serving me. What does he want? But I decided not to ask anything. I didn’t want to start a conversation.

    “Stuffed.”

    “Yeah, so full. And it was delicious too. Did you enjoy it, Nong Ter?” asked Phii Bua.

    “Yes, it was really delicious.” And it was. I pretty much ate almost all the sashimi by myself, completely losing myself in the food, and then felt a bit guilty about it. If I save up enough money, I’ll definitely come back here if I get the chance.

    “Okay, since we’re full, let’s head out.” and then we all got up from the table and stood outside waiting. Only Phii Hill paid for the meal. What about the seniors treating us? Or will they split the bill later?

    “By the way, you can drop us off at the faculty on your way, and then you can take Ter to his dorm.” Phii Dew said after we got in the car. Ugh. If they get dropped off, it’ll just be me and him alone. No, no, no.

    “Okay.” Phii Hill agreed.

    Ter, you need to think of an excuse quickly, tell him you’ll get off at some restaurant or on the way. Crazy, if I get off on the way, I’ll have to walk a long distance, it’s hot, or if I get off at a restaurant, which restaurant? Should I say I want to stop buying something? But which shop would that be? I’ve never been this way before, I don’t know any shops.

       “Thanks, take care.” said Phii Pim, Phii Dew, and Phii Bua as they got out. Oh no, because I was too busy overthinking, in the end, I’m left alone in the car with him. Jesus!!

    “You can sit in the front if you want.”    “Uh…no, it’s fine.”

    “If you don’t, it’s like I’m your chauffeur.” He said. Hmm, he has a point, but with the front seat empty and me in the back, it really does look like he’s driving for me. So, reluctantly, I moved to the front seat.

    Oh my, I’m all nervous now.

    “Was the food good?”

    “Ye…Yes, it was good.” I said quietly. Oh, I told him not to start a conversation, darn it!

    “So, shall we do this again next time?”

    “Huh…Uh…No…It’s okay.”

    Is he inviting me? Was that an invitation? I’m so flustered I can barely speak, can you turn up the AC a bit, I’m hot, he gave a small laugh at my response, and then there was no more conversation between us, I felt extremely awkward. Whether he tried to talk or if it was just silent, it was all awkward, being with him was just awkward.

       “See you then.” He said with a smile as the car stopped in front of my dorm, and I quickly opened the door to get out.

    “Thank you.” I said in a low voice, so low I thought he might not have heard. I closed the car door, and the luxury car drove off.

    Sigh…

    “Hey, you.” I walked into my room to find North playing games again. This was the usual sight when I opened the door, “I’m hungry, let’s eat.”

    “I’ve eaten. The seniors took me out for a treat.”

    “Nice. And how was it with the guy you hate?”

    “I’ll tell you later, I’m so tired right now for some reason.” I flopped onto the bed.

    I didn’t know why I felt so tired when I hadn’t done anything particularly strenuous, maybe it was my heart working hard. Sigh, the sashimi was good, but not like this.

    And then I drifted off to sleep…

    “Ter, wake up!”

    “Huh, what’s up?” I woke up with a start because North was shaking me.

    “Don’t sleep in the evening, or your spirit might leave your body.”

    “Huh? Why?”

    “I don’t know, that’s what they say back at my place. Don’t sleep, or you won’t be able to sleep at night.”

    “Okay, okay.” I got up reluctantly. If I couldn’t sleep at night, it would be troublesome, so I got up and turned on my computer, checking my usual routine on Facebook.

    Then I stumbled upon another post from a cute girl. It probably wasn’t about those three girls who are always shipping each other again.    Cute Boy &  Girl – MU – shared a picture of Hill Ratchakit

       Squeal!! Clear this up, Doctor Hill! Oh my, I’m so embarrassed for you, it’s so sweet. Who was eating Japanese food with our Hill? What does the trio of girls think about this? Can you guess who it might be? And look at the caption, wow. He’s not usually like this, huh? P.S. It looks like they spent quite a bit on the meal.

       Huh!? Went to eat Japanese food? That was just now? Did Phii Hill take the picture!?

       I quickly clicked to see the full image.

       It was a photo just of our plates. From the angle, it must have been Phii Hill who took it, but when did he take it? I didn’t notice. I don’t know if it was intentional, but it looks like there’s only the two of us in the picture, no one else.    Hill Ratchakit – Added a new photo, 1 photo – 20 minutes ago

       Can I keep giving you these treats? Can we continue this? 🙂

       

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  • EASTTAGYOUREMINE, Chapter 2: When We Meet Again

    EASTTAGYOUREMINE, Chapter 2: When We Meet Again

    EASTTAGYOUREMINE, Chapter  2: When We Meet Again

       After we finished off the generous amount of pork steak on the plate, which was enough for all three of us to be full, it was worth the price, but if we had to pay for it ourselves, we’d be in trouble. I, having napped for nearly two hours, felt much refreshed. We then just hung out, read, and chatted until it was time for the senior’s meeting.

    The three of us had to squeeze onto Foam’s single bike because he only had one. Luckily, nothing bad happened, though it was quite dangerous (don’t try this at home, kids). When we arrived, we parked in the faculty parking lot. I glanced over at the medical faculty building next to ours, and my heart felt a strange flutter.

    He must be here, right…

    Is it possible that after studying for several more years, with faculties next to each other, we wouldn’t see or bump into each other? Without even thinking about it, one could easily say it’s highly unlikely. I have to be careful not to let him see me. I’ll be on guard for the next six years…Sigh…

    “Why is the medical faculty’s building so beautiful? And they even have their own dormitory. Plus, the coffee is good, it’s just not fair.” Foam complained after getting off the bike. I looked at the building in detail; it was really beautiful, probably recently renovated.

    “Just because their faculty has better coffee, you feel inferior?”

    “And the person selling it is cute too.”

    “Yeah, it’s really unfair.”

    “Why? Our faculty’s coffee shop lady is cute too, and she’s super kind. She always gives me extra snacks when I go there.” I chimed in.

    “You’re her favorite. When I buy coffee, if she doesn’t throw the coffee machine at me, that’s good enough.” Foam said, laughing.

    “That’s because you’re a nuisance.” I told him, and then we reached the base of our faculty building.

    ‘Warning! Do not feed Rice Sticky, he’s already very fat!’

       There was a sign attached to the central pillar, almost like a major hazard warning, like “Warning! The building is about to collapse!” Did they really need to make such a big vinyl sign for this?

    “Why? Does sticky rice really make dogs that fat?” Foam asked, confused.    “Foam! Sticky Rice is the dog’s name, haha, where have you not known our faculty’s celebrity dog?” I explained, and Typhoon laughed heartily.

    “I didn’t know.” He said, pouting slightly.

    We arrived during the big meeting. Not many people were there, just some from our year and some seniors who had been invited. Our faculty isn’t that large, but it’s not small either, so it’s kind of medium-sized, definitely not as crowded as the Science or Engineering faculties.

    “Freshmen who are here, please line up here to get your name tags for the semester opening.” a senior girl with a megaphone announced in front of the meeting room, prompting everyone, including us three, to queue up.

    “What’s your nickname, and what’s your student ID?” When it was my turn, she asked for my name and ID.

    “Easter, ID 034.”

    “Easter, 034, huh? That’s a unique name, cute too. Are you interested in running for Faculty Moon?” The senior writing the name tag looked up to tease me, smiling as if she was just joking around.

    “Is he a freshman?” another senior chimed in to tease.

    “The freshmen are cute.”

    “Haha, I guess I could apply.” I said playfully. In truth, I didn’t want to. No way, I’m way too shy when there are lots of people around.

    “Hahaha, that’s enough, I can’t talk long, the person behind you is about to eat you up.” I turned around to look, and Foam was staring so hard it seemed like his eyes were about to pop out. “Here’s your name tag.”

    I took the name tag made of cardboard with thanks and hung it around my neck. It was just a simple circle of cardboard with my name, ID, and faculty written in fresh, hot ink just moments ago. I overheard the seniors mentioning that this wasn’t the official tag. The real one would be nicer, but only after the freshman activities are completed.

    Once everyone had their tags, we were directed into the main conference room by our seniors where there were introductions, talks, and some of us had to come out to dance, play drums, or sing for fun, creating a very warm welcoming atmosphere.

    “Alright, we’ll have a senior from the Student Union come to speak briefly.

    Please listen attentively.” and then a female senior came up with a cheerful demeanor.

    “Hello everyone, let me introduce myself first. I’m Phii Bua, and today I’m here to talk about the Student Union, or as we’ll call it, ‘The Union’.” Phii Bua then went on at length about the Union. It sounds similar to a student council, with an elected president, roles distributed among members, mainly overseeing student activities.

    The Union will have representatives from each faculty, three from each.    “And by joining the Union, you’ll gain valuable experience in teamwork and responsibility.” I tried to listen intently, but it wasn’t all that interesting. “And our president this year, many of you already know who it is. Seriously, many friends of mine joined the Union despite the heavy workload, just because the president is really handsome, very handsome indeed. You’ll have to see for yourself how handsome he is. Look, some of the girls are suddenly paying attention, haha!”    “Seriously, using a handsome president as a selling point?” Foam whispered to me and Typhoon, but I think having a good-looking president really does attract people. There are always some types who exist just to squeal over good-looking guys (I’ve noticed with my two female friends, they’d even go play soccer, box, or hit the gym just to check out guys. The latest was almost dying from studying just because there was a rumor that a guy from another faculty was handsome, damn it).

    “You don’t know anything, having a handsome guy is a huge selling point.” I told him.

    “For those of you who applied for the Khunying Ratana Scholarship.” This sentence immediately caught my attention, even though I was about to continue joking with Foam. This was the scholarship I had applied for.

    “You’ll have to help out at the Union anyway, because you need to accumulate activity hours. Can those who applied for the scholarship please raise your hands?” I raised my hand as instructed, and only four of us did. If we have to help at the Union, it means more work. Initially, I thought from the announcement that it was just about assisting professors, T^T.

    “Only four of you? Okay, you four come see me here, and also those who want to join the Union, come sign up here. That’s the end of our Union presentation. Thank you for listening attentively.” After she finished speaking, I, along with several others, got up to go see Phii Bua. It seemed like quite a few people were interested in joining the Union, but they’d have to go through another selection process since they’re only taking three from each faculty.

    “Move aside!” Suddenly, I was pushed from behind while walking through the gap between chairs. I quickly turned around to see a woman about my height (I’m 165 cm), with quite a bit of makeup on, more than anyone else around here. She was pretty, but why did she have to push me?

    “An, don’t rush, you’ve bumped into him.” said another woman, scolding the one who pushed me, named Ann, before turning to me to apologize slightly. I smiled back.

    “Hurry up, or someone will sign up before us.” and then the two girls ran off. Is this what competing for a spot in society is like? Usually, isn’t it that people don’t want to join?

       I heard it’s hard work

    I stood in line for a while and then wrote my name on the scholarship application list.

    “Is it true that this year’s president is studying medicine? If he’s really hot, I’d want him to give me a shot.” one of the girls said while we were all waiting for others to sign up. Those called out were moved to wait outside the meeting room, as there seemed to be some additional briefings, and they didn’t want to disturb the meeting inside.

    “He’s hot, super hot, according to our seniors. I checked his Facebook, and he’s got the looks.”

    “Check his Instagram, he’s perfect in every way, handsome, rich, smart. They say he topped his faculty last term with a 4.00, something no one has done in years.”

    “Wow, is he single?”

    “I don’t know, but it would be weird if such a person was single. There were rumors he was seeing Fandao.”

    “Fandao, the star of the Nursing Faculty second year, right? So pretty. How can we compete with that?”

    “Dream on. Even if he’s single, he’s not going to look at us, haha.”

    “Is it true he’s with Fandao? But I saw on his FB some were teasing him about talking to Thanmild.”

    “Thanmild, the star of the Second-Year Med students? Wow, is he going to pick all the stars from the sky?”

    “They do make a good pair, both good-looking and with great profiles.”    The girls seemed to be gossiping away. I wasn’t intentionally listening, standing beside them. It just makes you wonder if jealousy is creeping in, right? Someone with his looks, wealth, and studying medicine. Do you think this is like school where you could just get stars for a toy? Not fair, as Foam said, and their coffee is even better (?)

    Just kidding, Auntie Sri’s coffee is the best…#TeamAuntieSri

    Anyway, girls just want a handsome boyfriend with a good profile, I understand. I really do. T^T

       Even though I’m not as handsome as some, there’s no one quite like me…#NotHandsomeButDelicious

       “The freshmen who applied for the Union, I will set another date for the selection. Please keep following the Union’s page. As for those who applied for the scholarship, we’ll meet tomorrow at 9:30 AM in the Union room. Thank you all, you can now join the other activities with your faculty. See you.” Phii Bua said her goodbyes, then gathered her large bag of documents and walked out. A small senior had to carry such a big bag, really? I’m too soft-hearted, I wanted to help, but my faculty seniors were already calling for me.

    “Did you apply for the scholarship too?” someone suddenly nudged my shoulder. It was a guy about my height, fair-skinned, wearing thick glasses, looking very much like a studious type. His name tag read ‘Thaam’.

    “Yes, yes, I’m Easter, or just ‘Ter’.”

    “I’m ‘Thaam’. See you tomorrow at the Union room.”

    “Uh, okay, see you.” I smiled at him. A real nerd, very nerdy. Plus, he was polite, not using ‘I’ or ‘me’ casually like I would. And in the end, I even found myself saying ‘you’ to him.

    “Come back to everyone who stepped out.” I walked back to my seat. Soon, the seniors called out names according to our student IDs and mentioned something important.

    “What’s up?” I asked Foam and Typhoon, curious about what had happened while I was away.

    “Nothing much, just the seniors were chatting among themselves.”

    “033…034” I went to collect a small letter envelope, with the senior instructing us not to open it yet.

    “You can open the envelopes now. What you’ve received is from your senior with the same ID number. It might contain clues, instructions, or whatever. Please find your senior within the next two weeks. If not, there will be a penalty, but it won’t hurt physically, just be embarrassing.”

    I opened my envelope right away, excited to see what my senior wrote.

    ‘Your senior is in the Union.’

       The Union again! Why does it feel like my life is going to be intertwined with the Union? And that’s all the clue I got. I have to figure out which senior from our faculty is in the Union and who among them is my senior.

    “What did your senior say?” Foam asked. I handed him the paper to look at,

    “Yours is better. Look at mine.”

    ‘Your senior wants you to do 50 push-ups and post a video on your

    Facebook (Your senior follows your Facebook) (Our line must be strong)’

       “Your senior must have been a military leader or something.”

    “And yours, Typhoon?”

    ‘Your senior wears a green, black, white watch, depending on what your senior feels like wearing.’

       “Wow!! What’s this? Your senior is super indie. Besides not giving any real clue, it’s also annoying.”

    After a while, the seniors let us go home. We all went our separate ways. When I got back to the dorm, I found that North hadn’t returned yet, and it was almost nine o’clock. Engineering is really tough; he’ll probably come back looking like boiled vegetables again.

    I turned on my computer and started scrolling through my Facebook feed, thinking I’d go for a shower later, until I stumbled upon a post.    Cute Boy & Girl – MU added 2 new photos – 1 hour ago

    Let’s see who’s hanging out at the medical faculty building right now. Here’s Dr. Hill, looking stunning, even while doing his nails. Even his profile view is dreamy, sigh, can he stop looking at beakers and look at us instead? Wait, who’s that waiting outside? Oh, it’s #Phii Baifern, the beauty from the management faculty, waiting for her potential boyfriend? Are you ready to go public, Doctor? @Hill Ratchakit @Baifern Nantacha

       The first picture was of Phii Hill holding a beaker, probably in the lab, taken from the side.

    The second photo showed a woman sitting on the balcony outside, smiling and holding up a peace sign to the camera. She was adorable, very cute. These two photos were definitely taken in the same place, judging by the floor pattern.    Hmm…I…what should I say? It feels weird, like a pang? Not quite. Just a little twist in the stomach. Of course, he’d have a girlfriend!! Being the star, surrounded by pretty girls like the moon surrounded by stars. It’s typical for someone as famous and handsome as him, huh!

    And me? He probably thinks, who am I? Is there someone like me even existing in this world?

    Not worth remembering, right? That’s me…

    Pfft…

    Enough! Ter, no drama. No way!! Stay cheerful! That’s it, I won’t think, won’t know, won’t see anything!!

    I set the post to “Don’t show me this post again.” I didn’t want to unlike the page because I still wanted to follow the girls, since this is the only main page of the university. There are no other pages to follow.

    Then I shut down my computer and decided to go out for a walk, maybe find some snacks. No need to think about anything strange anymore…    Hill Ratchakit commented on Cute Boy & Girl – MU – 1 minute ago Sorry, admin, could you please delete this post?

       I wandered out of the dorm, not knowing where to go. Initially, I thought of getting some ice cream, but the shop was closed, and there were so many people out because it’s the time when everyone goes out to eat. The traffic was backed up for three traffic lights. Good thing I don’t have a car; walking is much more convenient(?). The area behind my university is like a food zone.

    Finally, I reached a restaurant that wasn’t too crowded. I decided to eat there.

    Honestly, I should have thought about rice before heading to the ice cream shop.

    After sitting down and ordering, I took out my phone to kill time.

    Ding!

    A notification from Messenger from my group with Foam and Typhoon. This is the group of just the three of us:

    Foam not plastic: You’re going to the Union event tomorrow, right Ter?

       Easter Panupong: Yeah, why?

       Teerapat Typhoon: We felt sorry for you going alone, thinking of coming along as an accompaniment.

       Easter Panupong: It’s okay, I’ve got a friend going with me, just met him.

       Foam not plastic: Who?

       Easter Panupong: His name’s Thaam, from our faculty, he approached me when I went out to sign up.

       Foam not plastic: That rude guy.

       Easter Panupong: Huh??? How is he rude?

       Teerapat Typhoon: You should call him ‘Young Master Thaam’. Everyone does, even the seniors.

       Easter Panupong: Boom? Like he’s from some noble lineage?

    TeerapatTyphoon: He’s not, but you probably noticed. He speaks very politely, very well-mannered. Even if someone teases or is rude to him, he doesn’t respond in kind. So everyone calls him ‘Young Master’.

       Easter Panupong: Oh, he’s very polite, I even found myself saying ‘khrap’ to him.

       Looks like this Thaam is quite well-known, even the seniors call him that, but from what I’ve seen, he doesn’t seem pretentious, and I don’t dislike him.

    “Oh, Ter.” a sweet, small voice called out my name, making me look up from my phone screen.

    “Phii Thanmild, hello.” I was a bit surprised before quickly putting down my phone to waive in respect. She was a senior from my old school. I didn’t expect to meet her here in this distant place.

    “Why study here? I thought you’d stay closer to home. Can I sit with you?” I gave her a smile indicating it was okay for her to sit. She seemed to have finished eating and was about to head back, just stopping by for a chat, but I wasn’t really in the mood to talk.

    Phii Thanmild used to date Phii Ohm, who was a friend of Phii Hill. So, I’ve seen her around quite often, but many times, her looks, her smiles, or some of her actions made me uncomfortable. She seemed to prefer the company of Phii Hill more than her own boyfriend, Phii Ohm, especially during the times when I…well, when I was talking with Phii Hill a lot, she would often come and interrupt. I don’t know, maybe I’m just overthinking it.

    “Just wanted a change of scenery.” I answered with a forced smile.

    “Hmm, what faculty are you in?”

    “Veterinary, and you, Phii?”

    “Medicine. How long have you been here?”

    “About a week now.” So, Phii Thanmild is studying medicine too? That means she’s even closer to Phii Hill. But I heard Phii Ohm, who was with her, transferred to Pharmacy at another university. They must have broken up.

       “Have you gotten used to it yet? This place is easy to get lost in, I was super confused when I first came, but Hill was there to help.” she mentioned, catching me off guard because I didn’t expect his name to come up so soon.

    “Oh…yes. I’m still not quite used to it, I get lost a lot.” I said, taking a sip of water to calm my nerves.

    “Hill is here too, studying medicine. Have you guys met?” Her voice was cheerful, but it seemed forced.

    “Really? I didn’t know he was studying here.”

    “Oh, the Veterinary and Medicine faculties are close, you’ll definitely meet soon. He became really famous the moment he arrived, no question he was voted as the university moon, he’s super hot. Both real and fake girls are all over him.”    “Is that so…” I gave a dry smile, wishing she would realize I didn’t want to hear about this.

    “But you know, I’m also a faculty star. Even though I’m not as famous as Hill, not many people know me.” she added. The star of the medical faculty…Ah! That’s who the girls were gossiping about this morning, saying that Phii Mild, the Star of Medicine, was talking with the society president. Whatever. It’s not my business, let’s not talk about this.

    “Hmm, and people often ship me with Hill. They say, ‘The star should be with the moon’, or something like that. The Twitter buzz is strong, I feel like I’m constantly being watched and paired up.” Phii Thanmild said, smiling awkwardly, her voice trying to convey concern, but her eyes told a different story.

    “Uh, that’s tough.” I managed to say.

    “Well, I should go. See you around.” she smiled at me before standing up and leaving the restaurant.

    What’s with all this shipping…

    She probably doesn’t realize how I feel about it, huh? Sigh…I thought I had moved on, but seeing it in reality still hurts a bit. Especially since Phii Thanmild is so close to him, it feels like I’ve been completely thrown out of his orbit…

       9:07 AM

       It’s another day I have to wake up early because of club activities, and since I didn’t sleep at all yesterday, I could get a quick shower and rest when I got back to my room, making it on time for the meeting today. I walked into the club room, and Thaam greeted me.

    “Hello.”

    “Uh, hello.”

    “Let’s go over there, it seems like they’ve called everyone together.”    Phii Bua, the same person, explained that we were close to the time for the concert event, which would be held at the sports field and could accommodate the entire university. It’s not a grand event, just something to help freshmen bond and have fun. It’s scheduled from evening until around 10 PM, with some famous bands performing. Our job was to set up the venue. This mostly involved arranging the stage, signs, and such, with the sound, lighting, and effects being handled by another professional team.

    “This will be the first event where we all work together. Even though it’s not a big event, please put in your effort. Let me introduce ‘Phii Phim’, he’s in charge of coordination, and he will assign duties to everyone.”

    Then the team leader gave out tasks, but the overall management was already being taken care of by the seniors. The manual labor was left for us freshmen. “Ten guys, go carry the wooden boards from the Union storage room, the big ones near the front.” Phii Phim instructed. So, I, Thaam, and several others went to move them.

    “Phew, Phoon, how long has it been since they cleaned here?”

    “Well, if there’s no need for the stuff, they probably won’t bother to open this room.”

    I guessed these boards were for signs to be displayed behind the stage. We carried them out to the front area, while others were busy with tasks assigned by Phii Phim, like preparing paint, cleaning equipment, or getting curtains ready. Mostly freshmen were doing the work because, as the seniors said, they also had to do it when they were freshmen.

    “Ah, align the boards, you’ve got that one on the wrong side.”

    “Phim, we’ve got all the boards laid out, what’s next?” Phii Bua called for the team leader to come check.

    “Paint over the old color with white first, or should we flip them over?”    “Uh…”

    “We’re not sure either.”

    “What kind of coordinator are you?”

    “Ugh, the president didn’t brief us fully.” Phii Phim rolled her eyes.

    “And where’s the president? He just leaves everyone else to work hard while he disappears.”

    “He’s asleep in the club’s lounge, hey juniors.” PhiiPhim called out to me, who was standing closest, “Sorry, could you wake up the president? He’s sleeping on the sofa in the club room so we can continue with the work.”

    “Sure.” I responded without thinking much about it and ran into the club room as directed by the team head.

    It was a glass-walled room with a sign saying “No Entry Without Permission.” but I had been given permission by Phii Phim. I gently opened the door to be greeted by a blast of cold air. Ah…it must be nice to be in an air-conditioned room while we’re all out there getting tanned and stressed.

    I tiptoed inside, not sure why I was sneaking as if the room’s silence made me afraid to make noise, but aren’t I here to wake someone up? If the noise wakes him, that’s fine, right?

    I saw a figure lying on the long sofa, a tall guy, lying on his back with a book covering his face, as if he had fallen asleep while reading.

    “…Phii, Phii.” I whispered softly, but the person in front of me showed no signs of waking up, so I had to nudge him.

    “Phii, Phii Phim sent me to wake you up.” I shook his arm gently, and when he still didn’t stir, I had to increase my force until he seemed to be waking up. He then reached up to remove the book from his face.

    “Hmm…” I quickly stood up, expecting him to be upset, but I was just following orders.

    “Uh, sorry, Phii Phim told me to…” My voice trailed off when I saw his face. At first, he looked annoyed, his eyebrows furrowed, but seeing me, he was as shocked as I was.

    “…Ter.” He murmured my name, bringing me back to reality.    Thump!    Thump!

    I didn’t know what to do; suddenly, my heart was pounding so hard I could feel something shaking violently in my chest. What should I do? I never imagined we’d meet like this, and my plan to avoid him for six years had crumbled in just two days!

    There was silence between us for about three seconds before I decided to run! My legs moved before my brain could command them, and I sprinted out of the room. He, still on the sofa, was startled but then quickly followed.

    “Wait…wait.” I heard him shout after me. When I ran outside, everyone was taken aback.

    “Hold up, Nong Ter, what’s wrong?” Phii Pim shouted after me as I ran out past the Union courtyard, then stopped, panting heavily. It looked like no one was following me.

    Damn it!! Why did I suddenly run out like this? Everyone must be so confused right now!!!

    “Where’s Hill?” Dew, another senior from the Union, came over to ask the team and Bua who were talking.

    “He must be asleep, so I sent a freshman to wake him up.” Pim said.

    “Are you crazy? Hill hates being woken up. Last time I made a freshman wake him up like this, the kid came out crying. I don’t know if he yelled at the kid or what.”

    “Oh no, I didn’t know. What do we do if we don’t wake him up?”    “Maybe we just wait for him to wake up on his own. Will the freshman be okay?” Dew asked. Pim and Bua looked at each other, “Let’s hope he doesn’t do anything to the freshman…”

    After a while, they saw Easter running out from the Union room, looking as if he was about to cry, with Hill shouting after him.

    “Hold up, Nong Ter, what’s wrong?” Pim shouted after him, but the freshman didn’t stop. When Hill ran after him, everyone intercepted him.

    “Damn it, what did you do to him?” Pim asked in a displeased tone. If something went wrong, it wouldn’t be good, especially since the professors had repeatedly instructed that the seniors should look after the freshmen.

    “…” Hill didn’t answer, just kept looking at Easter who had run off.

    “We told the freshman to go wake you up themselves. Pim didn’t know you’d get mad.” Dew said.

    “He’s crying, this is bad, what should we do?” Bua showed concern, since she was the one who brought the freshman here, she couldn’t help but worry.    “Yeah, this is bad, what should we do?” Hill spoke up, his face showing a bit of worry. The three friends looked at each other without any prearrangement.    “Normally, you’d say ‘forget it’, right?”

     

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  • EASTTAGYOUREMINE, Chapter  1: Cocoa & Chocolate Cake

    EASTTAGYOUREMINE, Chapter  1: Cocoa & Chocolate Cake

    EASTTAGYOUREMINE, Chapter  1: Cocoa & Chocolate Cake

       7:21 AM

       It looks like the sun has clocked in for work. The light and heat are piercing through my old curtains without any regard, but I don’t care about it. I’ve got my earphones in, listening to some chill music, even though my head feels foggy. I’m just staring at my screen with YouTube open and another tab for Facebook.    Oh, forgot to introduce myself. My name is Easter, or ‘Ter’ as my friends call me. I’m a first-year veterinary student, eagerly waiting to start my university life.

    The term starts in a week. I moved into the dorm last week with my roommate, whom the dorm randomly assigned – that would be North.

       We didn’t know each other before, but North is an easy-going guy, too easygoing perhaps, so we became close pretty fast. Our dorm is the cheapest you can find, costing three thousand five hundred baht. Actually, the fan rooms are cheaper, but my mom was worried I’d die from heatstroke in the summer. North said he’s a local, but he doesn’t know the area at all because he’s from another nearby province. So how is he considered a local?

    I chose to study veterinary science because I love animals. Dogs, cats, chickens, birds, snakes, I like them all, including shrimp, fish, pigs, cows, I love them a lot, especially to eat (?). Haha, and why did I come all the way to the north to study? Because of a little family issue. I’m originally from Rayong, came here with nothing but a mat and a pillow, no friends, didn’t know anything about the place, didn’t understand the northern dialect, and had no acquaintances.

    It all started by getting to know North, then meeting friends at the faculty during registration. I relied on asking for directions and searching for information.    Let me tell you a bit more about myself. My name, Easter, comes from the foreign holiday Easter. My mom really liked it, so she named me after it. And I have a sister named Christmas ‘Chris’, we’re a year apart. I haven’t talked to Chris in a year. I’ve been cut off from the family, but not completely, my mom still worries about me and supports me, including with university matters, helping me find accommodation and covering all the expenses.

    My mom was worried that it might be too far, but I told her that whether I study close to home or far away, I wouldn’t be coming back home often anyway. So she agreed reluctantly. I decided to apply for a scholarship offered by the university, which is interest-free, but I have to maintain a GPA of at least 3.25 every semester. Otherwise, I’ll lose the scholarship and need to complete the required community service hours. They also give me an allowance of two thousand baht a month, which I have to repay after graduation. It’s great for me because not only do I not bother my mom about tuition, but I also get this allowance to help ease her financial burden.

    University life seemed like it would go well. It felt like a fresh start for me.

    If only I hadn’t opened that page last night…

    But it’s not the page’s fault, is it? Whose fault is it? It’s my fault for checking it out, but who could have known!

    I was supposed to study in Bangkok, right? Here I am, trying to escape someone by coming to the northernmost part of Siam! Sigh. And now that someone is studying medicine, right next to my faculty!! What now? If I had known this a few months ago, I would have applied elsewhere. Damn it, should I transfer? No, no, my mom would kill me if I did that. Ugh, Ter, I never thought the person would come here, they’ve never even mentioned this university.

    But I guess he doesn’t tell me everything, right? Yeah, it doesn’t matter anymore!

    Why am I even getting upset about this?!

    “Ter, you bastard, turn off the light.” said the guy groggy on the bed in a slurred voice. I pulled out my earphones and turned to tell him.

    “Why turn off the light? It’s morning.”

    “Uh, what time is it?”

    “Half past seven.”

    “Shit, that’s early. Where are you going today?”

    “Nowhere. I haven’t slept yet.” Ever since waking up in the middle of the night, my blood pressure has been all over the place, and I’ve been wide awake.

    “Really? Why? Was it because of the nightmare?”

    “Partly, but I shouldn’t have opened my laptop to browse.”

    “Ter, I don’t think that’s it.” said North, shifting a bit before getting out of bed to come over to me. “Tell me what you dreamt. It doesn’t sound good if you’re this worked up about it.”

    “It wasn’t good, but it’s nothing.” Who would tell that kind of a dream, damn it.    “Hey, Ter, you have to tell me. If not me, then who else do you have?” He sat down next to me on a chair and looked at me seriously.

    “What? Are you going to cut ties with me just because I don’t tell you?” There’s nothing to it, North, just let it go, please.

    “You don’t have to worry, I’m okay, really, you’re my friend, I won’t abandon you.” North’s face got even more serious, his eyes were intensely focused.    Does he know? …Really? I thought he was just worried for no reason. How could he know? Is he like some kind of psychic who can watch other people’s dreams?

    That’s crazy.

    “North…”

    My heart softened a bit. North was being very serious. He must be worried about me. Of course, when your friend suddenly screams in the middle of the night and can’t sleep all night, anyone would be concerned.

    “Is there a ghost?”    “Huh?” What?

       “Is there a ghost in our dorm?”

    “Wait. What are you talking about?” I was confused. What ghost?

       “You were screaming like you were possessed, saying you had a nightmare, and then you stayed up all night. What else could it be if not that you saw a ghost!”

    And he wasn’t joking. His face was still tense. “Hey, tell me, Ter, if you see one, we’ll move out right away. You don’t have to worry about me being scared, because I’m already scared.”

    “Hah, North, well, then let’s move out now. Right now, because it’s been staring at you since earlier.”

    “HEYYY!!!” North jumped out of his chair, quickly moving to my side. You screamed louder than I did last night.

    “I was kidding, hahaha.”

    “Is that funny? Damn, I almost had a heart attack.”

    “Fell over and hit your head?”

    “I nearly peed myself!”

    Then he ran into the bathroom. Hahaha, that’s how we became close so quickly, as I’ve mentioned, but in the end, North wasn’t really worried about me.

    “Hahaha, oh my, is Phii North about to wet himself? Aren’t you an electrical engineering student?” I teased him, changing my voice.

    “Shut up, nong.” North came out of the bathroom. “So, there’s no ghost, right?”    You’re not done with that ghost nonsense yet?

    “No ghost, I was joking. You thought too much. No ghost or spirit or anything, and even if there were, I wouldn’t be here.”

    “Okay, as long as you’re fine.” He said, patting my shoulder.

    “Yeah, I think so…maybe.”

    “I wanna ask you something?” I turned to ask North, who was about to go shower. He paused for a moment before answering.

    “What?”

    “What if there’s someone you really hate, and you don’t want to see their face.

    What would you do?”

    “Just avoid them, I guess.”

    “And what if you run into them by chance?”

    “And does this person I hate, do they hate me back?”

    …That’s right. I never considered whether he hated me. I’ve only been thinking about how much I hate him.

       “I…I don’t know.”

    “If they don’t hate me, then I’d just act like I don’t see them. Don’t look, don’t talk.” North said, “But if they hate me too, then they probably won’t show their face to me either, unless they want a fight.”

    True, North. If he hated me as well, even if he knew I was studying here, he probably wouldn’t care.

    Hate me? …

    Why would he hate me? I haven’t done anything wrong. But what he did, that’s what deserves hate!

    “But hating can come in many forms, right? There’s hating just because you don’t like their face, hating because they did something bad to you, or hating because you loved them before.”

    “Hmm?” I tilted my head, puzzled, wondering why he suddenly said that.    “If it’s hating because you once loved them, I’d suggest not seeing them, not knowing about them, it’s best if they don’t see you at all, just live separately.” Then he walked into the bathroom, “I see you’re stressed, and now you’re asking me this, so it’s about love, isn’t it?”

    “No way! It’s not love, it’s pure hate.” Love? What love?!

       “Hahaha, okay, okay, if there’s something to talk about, come to me. I’m going to shower now.”

    And there goes my dear roommate, making me overthink again. I’ll admit it, I…once loved him too, but, ‘once’ means ‘once.’ There’s no way I still love him or feel anything, I’m sure, really sure!

       So in my case, we should just live separately. Do not interfere. Not let him see me, so I need to make sure he doesn’t know I’m studying here, right?

       Sigh, looks like it’s going to be troublesome…

       I’m getting sleepy now, better go back to sleep…

       Rrrrrrrrrrr

    Just as I was about to get up to go back to bed, my phone started ringing, showing ‘Foam’ on the screen.

    “Hello.”

    (You picked up quickly, are you awake?) Foam is my close friend in the faculty. Even though we’ve just met, I think his personality is okay; he’s easy to talk to. Right now, the closest ones are Foam and Typhoon. We usually go out together, just the three of us.    “Not really, haven’t slept yet.”

    (Oh, you’re not sleeping? Something wrong?)

       Huh! Both North and Foam now. Is not-sleeping that strange? Maybe I was just playing games.

    “Nothing much, just on the computer.” I wasn’t lying, I really was on the computer.

    (Our seniors are meeting up this evening, remember?)

       “Really? I totally forgot.” I tried to remember, what was the meeting about?

    (I knew you’d forget. The seniors set it up, but didn’t announce it on the Face group. You have to come; they’re going to talk about the study loan scholarship too, yours included.)

       “Okay, okay, but I’m super sleepy, haven’t slept at all. What time is the meeting?”

    (Four o’clock.)

       “Then I’ll sleep first, wake me up around three in the afternoon, will you?”

    (We’re planning to go to Merry Me. Do you want to come along?)

       “Merry Me, what’s that?”

    (It’s a place to hang out, read books, they’ve got snacks and stuff, it’s near our university.)    “Why go there?”

    (Just to hang out, read, or whatever. We’ve got nothing to do in the dorm while waiting for the evening meeting.)

       “Next time would be better, I’m really sleepy. Haven’t slept at all, sorry.”    (Hey, that’s even more reason for you to come. If you manage to fall asleep, you won’t answer your phone no matter what. Last time was a close call. You can sleep at the cafe; we can wake you up there.)

       “You can sleep there? Nah, that’s too much, I’d feel bad for others.”

    (Well, it’s a 24-hour place for reading books anyway. Who would fall asleep while reading, right?)

       “Is it crowded? I feel a bit shy.”

    (There are private booths on the second floor.)    So, you want me to go there, right?

    “Yeah, sure. If you’re promoting the place this much, you should get paid, huh?

    Are you picking me up, or should we meet there?”

    (Just pick me up. I’m waiting under your dorm, Phoon already reserved a table.)

       “Wow, that was fast. Okay, I’ll shower quickly, wait a bit.”

    (Sure, go ahead.)

       If you’re already waiting downstairs, why bother asking me to come? I guess I can’t say no now. Not long after, North came out of the bathroom. I showered after him.

       “Oh, I thought you’d go back to sleep.” North asked, slightly puzzled, while toweling his hair.

    “A friend invited me out, and I’ve got an appointment with my faculty today too.” “Oh, you think you can manage without sleep?”

    “I’ll manage. I’ll find somewhere to nap later.” I told him and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower, then changed into my university uniform thinking I might as well go straight to the faculty.

    “I’m off.” I told North, who was playing on his phone on the bed, ready in his outfit. He’ll probably go out soon too.

    “Take care, see you.” He looked up from his phone to reply.

    “See you.” I said before closing the door and rushing downstairs, where I found Foam waiting on his bike.

    “Ready?” Foam said, handing me a helmet before we rode off to the shop.

    @Marry Me [open 24 hr.]

       The shop was exactly as Foam described, a place for reading books. There were counters like any other coffee shop, but tables for reading, and bookshelves scattered around with textbooks, novels, and comics. People were actually reading, some doing work, others with laptops plugged into the shop’s outlets. How does this place not go bankrupt with people staying long and using electricity?    It fits the concept they’ve advertised by the counter: Time for Work Reading and Coffee. But when I saw the prices of the food, tea, coffee, and desserts, I realized where the shop makes its profit…

    “Ter, what do you want? Order something.”

    “Do I have to order something?”

    “Yeah, you can sit here for free if you buy something.” Foam said, and he had a point, but then I glanced at the prices on the board. The only thing I could afford was…

    “A bottle of plain water, please.”

    “Twenty-five baht.” The waiter handed me a small water bottle. That’s crazy.

    Even at 7-Eleven, it’s just five baht.

       “Really, you bought plain water? I thought you’d get some cocoa.”

    “Cocoa’s almost a hundred baht per cup, while back at the dorm, it’s twenty-five. It’s insane. I rode my bike almost a kilometer to get here, why is there such a price difference?” I muttered softly as I walked up to the second floor, where I found Typhoon reading a detective novel. The table we had reserved was a low Japanesestyle table set on a slightly raised platform, like we had to climb a few more steps to sit down. It’s better than having people on the floor at the same level as those sitting at normal tables.

    “This table is perfect; Ter, you can sleep here, spread out your blanket.” Foam said. I forgot to mention I brought a small blanket to sleep on.

    “He is sleeping here?” Typhoon asked.

    “He was playing games or something on his computer, and didn’t sleep at all.” Foam answered for me. I then adjusted a small partition for some privacy, spread out my blanket, and placed a cushion as a headrest. Thankfully, there weren’t many people around. Sleeping stretched out like this would be embarrassing if there were more people, but no one’s really watching me here.

    “Wow, just bought a bottle of water and now you’re going to sleep? That’s quite the deal.” Typhoon teased, seeing me with just my bottle of water.

    I laughed slightly after his teasing about charging my phone, might as well get my money’s worth.

    And then I slowly drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

    “Ter, sorry, I need to go with Typhoon to get something he forgot at the dorm. Can you watch our table alone?” Foam shook me awake, and I glanced at the clock. Almost an hour had passed.

    “No problem, ride safe.” I said, then closed my eyes to sleep again, too tired to think much.

    “Will he be okay alone?” Typhoon asked.

    “He should be fine, there aren’t many people here. We’ll be quick.” Foam replied.

    “We’ll be right back, Ter, call if you need anything.”

    “Okay.” and I drifted off to sleep once more.

    A slender figure was sleeping with fluttering eyes, since this was a reading area, it was generally quiet. He could hear the rhythmic breathing, the sweet face not showing much expression was cute, but it would be cuter if he smiled, though sometimes being grumpy might be even cuter.

    A faint smile graced the handsome face of the tall man. If there were a woman here, she’d probably faint from the excitement. He gently placed the tray of items he had just ordered, careful not to wake the person in front of him.

       If I stayed, it would surely get messy…

       But the older man couldn’t resist reaching out to stroke his cheek and brush away the hair covering his face.

       The scene before me was so captivating that I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I could watch all day if the other party allowed it…

       I should leave soon. But not before taking out my phone to capture the moment. What for? Well, for what indeed? What should I use it for? The tall figure walked downstairs to chat briefly with the staff before exiting the shop.

      

    “Ter, Ter! Wake up!”

    Foam’s voice shattered my dream. I had such a nice dream, too.

    “What is it? I was sleeping so peacefully.”

    “You ordered this stuff and didn’t eat it, that’s not cool, man. Look, your cocoa is about to melt.” Foam showed me the cup.

    Huh? When did I order something?

       “Did you order this?” I asked, rubbing my eyes to see clearer.

    “Funny. You did. We came back, and it was already on the table, did you sleepwalk or something?”

    “Really? I don’t remember ordering anything, I was fast asleep.” Seriously, I’m still a bit groggy. Did someone deliver it to the wrong table?

    “Hmm, this is delicious.” Foam and I turned to see Phoon, who suddenly made a blissful sound, digging into a chocolate cake with relish, then passing some towards me.

    “Try it, it’s really soft.” Encouraged by my friend’s praise, I decided to taste it. Even though I was still worried it might not be ours. Hmm, it’s delicious. Not only is it the chocolate cake I like, but it also tastes amazing. I might become a fan of this shop’s chocolate cake.

    “Your food is ready.” A female staff member brought the food up to our table.

    Both of them frowned at me when they saw the food. What’s with that look?

    My gosh! It’s my favorite, grilled pork steak, and a lot of it. Plus, there’s an overflow of french fries.

    “Did you order this? You’re crazy, this is super expensive.”

    “Huh, it wasn’t me. Wasn’t it you guys?” I asked back, confused, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the pork in front of me.

    “You ordered it, right, Phoon?”

    “Hey, not me, I can’t afford it, this bill would make me poorer by almost five hundred baht.” Typhoon said, lowering his voice at the end of the sentence.    “Then is it the wrong table? We didn’t order this, including the cocoa and the cake.” I turned to tell the waiter. He probably thought, “Oh, you say you didn’t order, but you’ve almost finished eating it.” The waiter quickly checked the food orders on his tablet.

    “Table fifteen upstairs should be served three items: cocoa with extra whipped cream, soft-topped chocolate cake, and a grilled pork steak set with extra fries. That’s correct, right?”

    “It’s correct, but we didn’t order it.” I said.

    “But the order has been checked and paid for already. Enjoy your meal.” The waiter smiled and walked away.

    “What’s going on? I’m confused.” Foam turned to us with a puzzled look, and the three of us couldn’t figure out why or how this happened. In the end, we decided to eat it since the food was already paid for.

    “Maybe there was a mistake, like they wrote down the wrong table, and the person who ordered it left, so it worked out like this.” Typhoon suggested. It sounded plausible, especially since it was all paid for. Otherwise, we’d have to wash dishes until our hands rotted.

    Hehe.

       Sorry to whoever ordered it, but I’m really lucky today, got to eat all my favorite things for free.

       

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  • EASTTAGYOUREMINE, Prologue Chapter: Finally Found You

    EASTTAGYOUREMINE, Prologue Chapter: Finally Found You

    EASTTAGYOUREMINE, Prologue Chapter: Finally Found You

       “Phii…actually…uh, I…I’ve liked you for a long time.” I said, my voice trembling without me realizing it. I stood here in front of this tall man who looked down at me with pity and disdain, although normally his gaze was so warm. The corners of his thin lips slightly curved into a smile.

    “Really? If so…can you prove it to me?” the tall figure said, his voice cunning, yet somehow charming.

    “Uh…ah, um.” The moment his long fingers prevented me from closing my mouth, I made a sound I never thought I would. The heat enveloped my body, the slow movements almost driving me mad.

    No…it shouldn’t be like this.

       The smell of alcohol was all around. It was affecting me, making it hard to keep my composure, but he was even worse. He didn’t even know what he was doing, and how bad the consequences could be.

       “Uh…”

    “Phii, don’t do this…ah, stop it. I…um.” I couldn’t even grasp my own words, didn’t know what to say next, my mind was blank, my eyes blurred with tears.

    All that was left was the clear physical sensation…

    A warm body pressed against my back softly, a thick hand moving slowly between my hip and thigh, a slight panting breath hitting the area near my ear, the touch conveying intentional tenderness, warm but feeling like my heart ached.

    “Ter…I. I can’t anymore.” His hoarse whisper next to my ear made me shudder. He bent down slightly, leaving a red mark from the pressure at the back of my neck.

    Ouch…it hurt.

    “Uh…no way.”

    “Ter you are mine now…”    Bang!

    The door burst open violently, the loud noise indicating how angry the person opening it was, and indeed, his face was filled with shock, anger, and utmost disappointment…

    “Yikes!!” I screamed in a faltering voice, jumping up to sit on the bed, sweating profusely even though the air conditioning was on.

    A dream…what kind of dream was that?

       “Hey, what’s wrong? What was that sound Ter, did a thief break in!?” My roommate woke up startled, probably from my scream just now. His name’s ‘North’, and he looked quite shocked too, yeah. Anyone would be if someone yelled in the middle of the night like that.

    “Nothing, sorry, I had a nightmare.”

    “What kind of nightmare, you scared the whole dorm, huh?”

    “Just a regular scary nightmare, but it was terrifying, I still get goosebumps thinking about it.” I showed him my arm.

    “Ghosts, huh? Does our dorm have ghosts too, dammit?”

    “North, you’re crazy. No one talks about ghosts at this hour. I dreamt of something else, nothing to worry about. You can go back to sleep.”

    “Alright, sure, I’ll pray before going back to sleep.” He seemed unconvinced but shifted into a position to pray earnestly.

    North…you’re the one who is scared.

    “You pray, I’m going back to sleep, I’m sleepy, don’t cause anything to haunt us, okay?” And with that, he flopped back down.

    “Alright, sweet dreams.” I said, lying back down, still drenched in sweat.    What kind of dream was that…damn, I haven’t thought about him for a year, now he haunts my dreams? Get out of my life already, enough, enough, stop thinking, I want to forget, forget, yeah, but I never said I liked him, damn dream was all messed up. And that scene, I don’t remember him that way, don’t try to force memories on me.

    I was drunk, really drunk, and so was he, so it was the alcohol’s fault, and his for trying to trick me from the start.

    Damn it, whatever. I’m not thinking about you anymore, Ter. Sleep, sleep, North’s already asleep, forget it, it’s in the past, can’t change it, just let it go. Never see him again in this life.

       But if I do see him…

       No way, no way, no way, there’s no way he’d look for me, we’re on opposite sides of the country like this, he must not be thinking of me.

       Oh, why am I overthinking this?

       “North, I can’t sleep, I’m going to turn on the light and use my computer for a bit.” I told my roommate who was sound asleep next to me. “You’re really something, falling asleep so easily, I really wish I could be like you.” I said as I got up to turn on the lamp and opened my computer to do something to pass the time until I got sleepy again.

    Facebook – 1 New Notification

       You have successfully joined the group, Freshy, MU – (dek60), 20 minutes ago.

       Oh yeah, it’s my university’s freshman group. North told me to join so I could stay updated. I agree, it’s good to know what’s going on and maybe meet some new friends or acquaintances. So I requested to join, and after getting accepted, I started browsing through the group hoping to spot some cute girls from other faculties to get to know (?), hehe.

    Tanapon Kaewkan – 1 Hour Ago

       “Freshmen, how do you feel? Excited? I want to tell you that we seniors are super excited >,< to welcome you into our family. Some of you have already met your seniors on registration day, but you’ll get to meet all of us at the freshman welcoming activities at the start of the term. We’re not harsh, but we love you to bits, really. See you next week at the term’s start, bye >.< “    And there were many more posts about the university, dorms, and different faculties’ information. My faculty’s group I’ve already joined, now it’s just this freshman group that I’ve just learned about. I kept scrolling down to see if there was any information I hadn’t known yet.

    Baitang BT – Last Week

       To the incoming juniors, many of you might have heard about our university’s reputation (?) for having a lot of good-looking people, to the point where some ask if we select students based on their looks. Well, the answer is, yes! Haha, so we’ve picked out some of the best-looking ones to feature on our page. We want to promote the page so both new boys and girls can get to know it. Go check it out, and if you like someone, don’t forget to like and share!

       It’s quite interesting, isn’t it? To be honest, I’ve never really checked out the campus’s cute boy and girl page, totally forgot about it. Looking for cute girls isn’t hard at all, just find a page like this. So, I clicked in without hesitation.

       Cute Boy & Girl – MU

       Phii Fondao – The star of the Nursing Faculty, truly lives up to her name, give her the crown! She’s super friendly in real life. I feel like getting sick just to have her as my personal nurse, @Fondao Apinyarat

       And there are lots of other adorable people, both guys and girls. Why not make separate pages for guys and girls? Sometimes, I’m not in the mood to scroll past guys’ photos, it’s a bit of a downer, but I have to admit, some guys are really hot, like a barbecue. And there are quite a few tigers out there, so how am I supposed to muster the courage to hit on campus girls?

    I’m at university, can I please have a nice girlfriend for once? I’m tired of being single, tired of being dumped.    Then I scrolled to this one picture:

    Holy…Compared to the guys I’ve seen so far, this dude is a hundred times better looking. His eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, all perfectly aligned into such a heartwrenching look. Even as a guy, I’m stunned, and I bet girls would just melt on the spot. That smile could be fatal. And he looks tall and well-built. Just look at him next to the person in the background in the photo, he wears that lab coat so well, it’s like it was made for him.

    But wait…does this face look a bit familiar? Did he act in some series or something? Hmm. Not surprising though, someone this good-looking would be great in movies. Try putting my plain face in there, no one would be able to tell me apart from a scarecrow.

    Maybe not, I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere else, but it’s late and I’m probably just confused. Whatever.    Cute Boy &  Girl, -, MU

       Dr. Hill, a second-year med student, swoon, this photoshoot could kill, his smile is deadly attractive, causing severe damage, oh my!

    #TellYourFriendsAboutTheHotDoc, @Hill Ratchakit. Actually, I’ve heard he doesn’t have anyone special in his life right now. Come on, line up, girls!

    >///w///<

       12K Likes, 1,124 Shares    Dr. Hill, Second Year Med

    Dr. Hill…

    Phii Hill…?

    Holy shit!

    Is this guy at the same university as me?

    No way!!!

    Hill Ratchakit – 15 minutes ago

       Finally, Found, you: ,)

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  • WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Special Chapter 8: Around the World

    WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Special Chapter 8: Around the World

       WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Special Chapter 8: Around the World

       Daotok

       I woke up early and sat waiting in front of my computer screen, eagerly anticipating 9 AM, clicking back and forth between the concert ticket website and a tutorial site on how to buy tickets to ensure I did everything correctly.

    “Are you serious about this?”

    “Yeah.”

    “I could just ask for some.”

    “No. I don’t want to take advantage of your other fans.”

    “So, you’re here to buy concert tickets for me.”

    “Exactly. I’ve prepared well. I won’t miss it.” I said confidently. I had practiced for days to make sure I knew exactly what to click next so I wouldn’t make any mistakes during the actual ticket sale.

    “Haven’t you been to a concert before? Never experienced it?”

    “Back then, I missed the ticket sale and had to wait for cancellations.”

    “Then you could just wait for leftover tickets?”

    “They’re usually not good seats. I’d only see you as small as a matchstick.”

    “But right now, I’m this close to you.”

    “How is this any different from the concert?” I said, not taking my eyes off the screen. After a while, the digital clock on the screen changed to exactly nine o’clock. I quickly selected the seating zone, but the website froze. “Arthit, the website is stuck.”

    “Let me see.” Arthit walked closer with a cup of coffee, looking at my computer screen with interest. “Try refreshing it.”

    “It’s not going anywhere.”

    “Our internet is the fastest, it’s so smooth.”

    “Yeah, there it goes.” I said excitedly as the page changed to let me choose further. I selected the standing area near the stage, and after choosing the quantity,

    I moved to the payment page. “Hurry up.”

    “You seem so excited.” Arthit teased, leaning down to kiss my cheek affectionately, but I wasn’t paying attention because I was focused on the task at hand.

    “Got it!” And there, I successfully managed to buy Arthit’s concert ticket. I jumped out of my chair and hugged him tightly. He seemed a little surprised since he was holding a coffee cup, which he quickly placed on the table before hugging me back.

    “Yay, congratulations!”

    Then I sat back down, tried to refresh the homepage to see how the other sections were doing, and found that some zones were already sold out.

    “Wow, sections B1 and C3 are already full.”

    “So fast.”

    “Let’s refresh again.”

    We kept watching the ticket sales for fans, realizing that all the tickets were sold out very quickly. Over forty thousand tickets for Miami, the first venue of the world tour, followed by Orlando, New York, Washington, D.C., Boston, Brooklyn, and many more across America, then South America, Europe, and ending with Asia. The last country of this world tour was Thailand.

    I planned to watch his concert only for the first and last shows; otherwise, I would help out backstage because if I were to attend every performance, it would cost me a fortune since the tickets weren’t cheap.

    This afternoon, he had a rehearsal for the concert. I cleared my work to be ready to go on a world tour with him.

    Finally, the first day of the world tour arrived. We went to Miami together. I helped other staff move various items, even though Arthit said I didn’t need to, but since I didn’t know what else to do, I helped. I stood watching him rehearse to get accustomed to the stage along with other staff.

    Whether it’s in rehearsals, dress rehearsals, or actual performances, I’ve always been impressed by his performances. Arthit gives his all; he says his life depends on it because it’s his dream and his passion for this profession, so he never reduces his dedication or effort.

    He now has three albums with over twenty songs, and he sings all of them, taking about two hours in total.

    The venue for this performance is huge because it needs to accommodate tens of thousands of people. The stage is in the shape of an ‘X’ to allow him and other performers to move around freely. After the rehearsal ended perfectly, the staff seemed very satisfied, and even Uncle was there to oversee the event himself.

    “What do you think?” Uncle, standing next to me, asked.

    “It was fantastic.”

    “Yes, it was really well done. Today’s show should be perfect.” Uncle said confidently. I nodded in agreement, then went to find Arthit who was resting backstage, “You did great.”

    “Of course.” He shrugged, “Where will you be standing during the actual show?”    “I’ll be in the standing area, which might be unpredictable because I might get pushed around.”

    “Be careful, what if you get harassed?”

    “I doubt it.”

    “If you get harassed, I’ll throw the microphone at them.”

    “At the person harassing me?”

    “At you, what?” He furrowed his brows. We talked a bit more before it was time for me to go outside. I didn’t forget to give him some encouragement with a gentle peck on the lips before walking out.

    The atmosphere was very lively; fans were walking around everywhere. I saw many holding light signs, some wearing shirts related to his songs, with faces or bodies painted. Several seemed to recognize me, so they turned to look and talked loudly, but I pretended not to notice.

    I queued up to enter when it was time. The staff looked surprised when I handed over my ticket; he seemed like he was about to ask something but didn’t because of the long line behind me. I walked inside to the vast space I had just left, now with some fans already in.

    I tried to get as close to the stage as possible, but I was still several meters away because the area near the stage was already packed. Earlier, when there were no people, the air inside was quite cool, but as more people came in, it started to get hot and stuffy. Fortunately, I had brought a small fan with me.

    After a while, people started filing in, filling both the standing and seating areas.

    I had thought about how big forty thousand people would be, but I couldn’t really picture it until I saw it with my own eyes; it was truly overwhelming. I felt like it was a massive concert.

    Everyone here is a fan who paid for tickets and chose to spend their Saturday night meeting the artist they love. Of course, staying at home would be more comfortable than being in this crowded, hot, and stuffy place, but they chose to come here. I call it love.

    I truly appreciate everyone who came to see Arthit; they’re part of supporting his dreams. Arthit works very hard, and all this is what he truly deserves.

    The buzz of the crowd filled the area. Soon, the lights behind the stage began to light up in lines; because the stage was X-shaped, there were two large screens angled out from each other. Music started playing, and that triggered an eruption of screams.

    The person next to me was a teenage girl, who seemed to have come with about two friends. They screamed so loudly I was startled a bit. Not long after, a familiar deep voice echoed, making the screams even louder. A man appeared in a red and black jacket and jeans, his hair slightly styled.

    I cheered without realizing it due to the excitement; the lights made him look more charming and captivating than usual, several times over. Fans were singing along joyfully. I was nudged a little by someone from behind, but I didn’t mind, just trying to stand firm so as not to push the people in front.

    “That’s him, really him!” the girl next to me shouted with joy. I turned to see her crying, “I’m so happy, I’ve wanted to see him for so long! Finally!”    After performing about two songs, he started talking to the fans.    “Miami!” He called through the microphone, and the fans responded with screams. “I’ve performed here twice before, a few months ago. This is the first stop for the world tour. I’m really happy that everyone is here with me.”

    “On a Saturday night, you have many choices, but you chose to have fun with us tonight! I’ll give it my all, thank you so much!”

    And the third song started, the atmosphere growing more and more lively.    Of course, I enjoyed it too, even though I had seen him rehearse before; the surrounding atmosphere where everyone was having fun made me excited as well.

    The girl next to me was still crying, even singing through her sobs.

    He walked all over the stage to see the fans from as many angles as possible. Many dancers came on stage and started performing, with backup singers also there. Arthit didn’t dance per se, he just moved along with the other dancers, syncing his movements with the rhythm of the song, swaying gently, and this made him look incredibly cool.

    “Let me see you jump!” He shouted into the microphone, followed by a beat that encouraged everyone to jump together. As I was about to jump, someone from the front stepped back and stepped on my foot.

    “Sorry!” She turned to say with a startled look. I smiled to indicate it was okay, then swayed to the rhythm of the music instead, worried I might step on someone’s foot again.

    The stage setup was equally grand, with fire shooting up, platforms that lifted him onto a large steel structure. He took off his jacket after he started sweating, leaving only a black tank top underneath, which elicited quite a few screams.    The other performers made the show even more fun, with some sliding down from above on just a cloth, doing flips, or dancing impressively.

    Then he started playing the guitar himself, moving to the rhythm of the music with sweat all over his face, which made him look even cooler. I looked at the big screen where you could see him more clearly.

    As they were about to move to the next song, he asked everyone to make some space because he was coming down. Security was there too. When ready, he stepped off the stage, and fans immediately rushed towards him. I tried to stand on my toes to see; he touched everyone’s hand he could reach. Looking at the screen showing the live feed, everyone near him was thrilled, taking photos to remember the moment, some even crying.

    The show ended after over two hours; it was such a pity that the fun was over, but I felt completely satisfied with those two hours. From the perspective of one audience member, I didn’t feel like the ticket price was wasted at all; it was worth it.

    I waited to exit with everyone else, which took quite some time because of the crowd. Once outside, I headed straight back to the backstage area, finding Arthit sitting, panting with a cold towel over his eyes, his body and clothes drenched in sweat, his face flushed from exhaustion.

    “Arthit, I’m here.”

    “You’re here?” He asked without removing the cold towel, “How was it?”

    “It was so fun, the person next to me even cried.”

    “Yeah, that’s good.”

    “Arthit was amazing. There wasn’t a single boring moment.”

    “Yeah, I gave it my all. It was exhausting but fun as hell. Just thinking about performing like this around the world gets me excited.” He said softly, exhausted. I let him rest more, pulling up a chair to sit beside him, taking out my phone to check the feedback on social media.

    The hashtag #TwisterTourInMiami was trending number one; Twister was the name of his tour, also his latest album title, with millions of tweets about it. I clicked to check it out, smiling when I saw the feedback was overwhelmingly positive.

     

    ‘He’s so awesome! This was my first time seeing his performance; he gave it his all. I didn’t feel like the money was wasted at all.’

       

       ‘His voice is amazing. I’m sure he wasn’t lip-syncing, and knew he had prepared well.’

       ‘Impressed by everything, the performers, Dylan, all the crew. They did an excellent job with the staging and the performance. I’m so proud of him for having a full stadium like this, so many people, no empty seats.’

       

       ‘I really like the part where he raps; it’s not in the original song. I was so surprised after realizing he could rap this well, composing and singing his own songs. Is there anything he can’t do?’

       

       ‘They should have had two shows in Miami. I want to go again; I’m thinking about following him to New York too. I really like him!’

       

       ‘I saw his boyfriend, Michael, in line at the stadium entrance. They’re such a cute couple. He must be watching his boyfriend perform with such pride.’

       

       ‘I saw Michael too! He was behind me, and I accidentally stepped on his foot, T-T, so embarrassing. I apologized, but he didn’t mind. I kept stealing glances at him; his eyes were shining when he looked at his boyfriend, and I felt shy about it~’

       

       Ah…so the woman who stepped on my foot was her…

        

       ‘I knew from the beginning that this guy was amazing. I’ve followed him since his first song on YouTube. Finally, he has his world tour. I was right to follow this person.’

       

       ‘I even got to shake his hand. He was down there for so long, smiling at everyone. He’s not pretentious at all, he even stopped for photos. It was so heartwarming. If he comes to Miami next time, I’m definitely going again! I love you, Dylan!’

      

    I put my phone down after skimming through the feedback, barely able to contain my smile out of happiness and pride for him. I don’t know how many times I’ve said I’m proud of him, but I genuinely feel that way. Seeing other staff members carrying things, I quickly got up to help.

    Across America, Europe, and Asia, more than thirty shows over six months led us to the final stop in Thailand. Of course, my friends and Arthit’s friends wouldn’t miss it. As soon as we arrived, there was no time to wander elsewhere except straight to the concert venue for preparations.

    I went out to wait for North and hugged everyone immediately after not seeing them for so long.

    “It feels like forever since we’ve met, how have you been?” North asked with a cheerful tone, with Arthit’s friends following behind.

    “I’m quite tired from the world tour. I’ve basically been another staff member.”    “We thought you might play guitar.” Cat chimed in.

    “No way, there are professionals better than me to play. Let’s go backstage.” I said, leading everyone to where Arthit was getting ready. When he saw everyone, Arthit immediately smiled.

    “It’s been ages since we’ve met.” He said, approaching his friends with a big grin; everyone else smiled too. “How have you been? It’s been two years since we last saw each other, right?”

    “Yeah. We’re about to graduate.” Cat’s boyfriend said. “I might have said this already, but congratulations, really.”

    “Thanks, so you and Hill are going to graduate too? That’s quick. Let me know, so I can come to your graduation.” Arthit said, chatting playfully for a while before we moved to the front where the crowd was still bustling. We went to sit and rest.    “But seeing the photos from your trip, it looks like you went to some pretty intense places, like fishing in Zimbabwe; those fish look terrifying.” Ter mentioned.

    “They’re not as scary as you think. It was fun. Aren’t you interested?”

    “Not scary? But North said there were crocodiles.”

    “Yeah, I watched a documentary about it. They said that the river has crocodiles.” North said.

    “Yeah, there really were. The most surprising was this one huge one that entered the water while we were boating along the river; it caused quite a splash.”    “Close range, huh. If it were me there, it would definitely have bitten my head off on the boat.” North nodded, scanning around, “I saw the concert photos Phii Arthit took, it was super grand. Now, with all these people, I’m getting excited.”

    “Here, we brought a light sign too.” Ter said, lifting up the light sign. Truthfully,

    I had noticed it from the beginning, “Made it with Phoon last night.”

    It was a not-too-large light sign that read “DYLAN.”

    “It looks good.” I complimented, “Thank you.”

    “Thank you for what?”

    “For making it for him, and also for coming today.” I said, “He really appreciates everyone for coming to his show.”

    “It’s like thanking your fans for supporting you.” North teased. Because we missed each other, we kept talking, and before we knew it, it was time for the show. North grabbed his partner’s arm to run forward to get a front spot. We hurried after them, “We have to get close to the stage’s edge. Why do I have to work so hard just to see Phii Arthit up close…normally, we’re practically stepping on each other’s faces already.”

    “You get to be close to an artist you like.” Cat said.

    “True. I have to admit, even though he has a shitty personality, he’s really talented. I can sing all his songs, damn it. Why is checking tickets taking so long?” North started complaining. Once we got our tickets checked, we rushed inside, and luckily, we got to the very front.

    “Wow, this is awesome, right at the front.” Ter said excitedly, scanning the surroundings, “It’s so wide, how many people are here?”

    “About thirty thousand, and the tickets sold out.” I answered, and Ter’s eyes lit up.

    “Thirty thousand, wow, that’s so cool.”

    People started coming in steadily, and since we got in early, we had to wait a bit longer before the show started. Once the place was packed, we at the very front began to get squeezed.

    “Who’s pushing? It’s hot.” North whispered in my ear, we were forced to stand close due to the crowd. North’s boyfriend moved to shield us from being pushed.

    “Thank you, phew, that’s a bit better.”

    After some time passed, we started hearing music, accompanied by the screams of fans filling the area, the sound echoing everywhere. Of course, the voice I heard most clearly was North’s.

    “Wooow! ‘Hell and Back’, are you kidding me? Starting with this song, huh?!” North was extremely excited, screaming along with other fans. Ter and Cat only made sounds periodically, unlike North, who was shouting at the top of his lungs.    Arthit appeared from below on a lift, singing the first verse, and the screams were deafening. The person beside me could sing every line just as Arthit had boasted.

    After two songs, he started talking to the fans.

    “Thailand!” He called, and the fans responded with resounding screams. “May I speak in Thai?”

    “Many of you might know I lived here for many years before moving to New York to make music. I have many memories here, and coming back really makes me miss it.”

    “I know, and I truly thank everyone for choosing to spend this evening having fun with us. I’ll give it my all for this final performance of my first world tour!”    After that, the drums started with an exhilarating beat. Despite having performed many times, he didn’t let his energy drop; he was still going all out, especially for this last show.

    The most evident proof of this was North, who might have been having more fun than anyone else, now with a hoarse voice.

    Once again, I was impressed with his show, feeling the same as before that these two hours were well worth it, even though I had seen it multiple times. When the show ended, we made our way out, with North looking exhausted from all the shouting and jumping, swaying to the rhythm until his boyfriend had to support his arm.

    “That was awesome, so intense, I’m tired, and I’m so hungry right now.” North complained in his hoarse voice. We walked backstage to find Arthit, who wasn’t looking much different from other shows, still sitting to rest, tired with a cool towel over his eyes.

    When he heard our footsteps, he removed the towel and turned to look at us.

    “Hey.”

    “It was fun.” Ter’s boyfriend said. “You did great.”

    “Yeah, I gave it my all. And what about you, North? Why do you look as tired as me?”

    “My throat is all sore now, from all the shouting and dancing like I was paid to do it. You were amazing, man. I never thought that bastard could turn out to be this phenomenal. I really respect you, man.”

    “You were one of my first fans, awesome.” He gave a thumbs up, “So, are you guys heading back right away?”

    “We’re leaving tomorrow.” North’s partner answered.

    “Then let’s celebrate a bit, my first world tour just ended, I’ll treat you.”    “Wow.” Cat’s partner said in awe, “Arthit, who’s always been a freeloader, is now offering to treat us.”

    “I won’t miss that. It’s not about the treat, but because it’s rare for you to be the one treating.” Ter’s partner chimed in.

    “What are you talking about? I usually treat you guys quite often.”

    “Bullshit, back then you even stole my change, you bastard, how desperate were you?” Said North’s partner.

    “You’re going on again, Jo, I’m Dylan, a world-class artist, why would I steal your change?”

    “You even stole my pens, I bought a dozen and they all disappeared.” Said Cat’s partner.

    “That was just borrowing, wasn’t it?” Arthit stretched out his words, “Come on, let’s not talk about the past. I’ll treat you guys today, be happy about it.”

    And then Arthit excused himself to change clothes.

    “Why are you looking at him weirdly, Fah?” North’s partner asked.

    “No, no, I just feel proud for some reason.” Cat’s partner said warmly, “I feel like I’m a father who raised a worthless kid from the age of eighteen, had to follow him to school, help with hoCatork, tutor for exams until now he can treat me to meals. Think about it.”

    “Damn, I thought you were going to say he grew up to be a world-class artist or something, proud that he can treat you to a meal?”

    “Jo, even though he was always taking money from you, don’t you feel anything?”

    “Well, now that you mention it, I am a bit proud, too. From someone who used to pocket my change back then to someone inviting me to dinner now.”

    And Arthit became the topic of conversation for a while. I laughed several times hearing about his past antics, and everyone took it in stride until Arthit walked in at the right moment, making everyone laugh.

    “What are you all laughing about?”

    “Nothing, nothing. Let’s go, I want to eat the meal you’re treating us to.” Said North’s partner.

    And then the eight of us went to celebrate together.

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  • WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Special Chapter 7: Black cat

    WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Special Chapter 7: Black cat

       WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Special Chapter 7: Black cat

       Daotok

       “What time should you be coming back?”

    “Around nine, I guess.”

    “Okay.” I shrugged. “Nine o’clock, don’t come back earlier.”

    “Uh-huh. Looking forward to the surprise.”

    “Just one thing…don’t tease.”

    “I won’t tease you, do your best. I’m off now.”

    “Uh-huh.” I nodded. He smiled, gave my head a pat, and lightly kissed my forehead before opening the door to leave. As soon as the door was locked, I turned back into the room.

    It’s been over eight months since we moved to New York, living in the penthouse at the top of the music company’s building. On the same floor, on the other side, is my uncle’s penthouse. This place is very convenient for Arthit’s work, which is why we decided to move here.

    Unfortunately, I couldn’t bring Mr. Jeon with me because my grandmother said it was too risky to take him abroad, not to mention the airplane travel. She insisted it would be better for him to stay with her, and I couldn’t argue against it.    This penthouse is smaller than our old one but it has two floors. The first floor has a kitchen, living room, a work area for drawing and reading, a movie room, and a balcony that serves as a garden. The second floor is a mezzanine with a bathroom and bedroom, where the balcony offers a view and there’s a swimming pool.

    All around are clear windows offering a view of the bustling city of New York. I’ve gotten used to it. Eight months after graduating and getting married, only we moved out. Ter and Cat are still in school, while North still lives in the same place.    Today is special because it’s Arthit’s birthday. In previous years, I didn’t have a surprise, just a gift and a celebration. This year, I decided to have a surprise, though it might not be a complete surprise since Arthit already knew something was coming, but he didn’t know what it was.

    He knew because he remembered his own birthday and had asked days in advance where we would go to celebrate. But since I had already planned the surprise, I told him to go to work as usual and come back to our room to find his surprise. Knowing this, he seemed quite eager.

    I walked past my own figurine cabinet; there were five figures that stood out more than the others because they were figures of Arthit…yes. I’m not kidding, on my birthday, Arthit had custom-made full-body figures of himself, about sixteen centimeters tall, in five different outfits.

    Perhaps because he was jealous of the other figures that I took good care of, he decided to have his own figures made, even from Japan, with very detailed craftsmanship. Overall, they looked quite like him.

    But for his birthday, I certainly wouldn’t give him a figure of myself.

    I went into the storage room to retrieve a large box I had hidden there since last month for the surprise. Of course, it was well hidden, and besides, Arthit never goes into the storage room. The contents inside were tightly wrapped, and I hadn’t even opened it to look.

    I hadn’t touched it since ordering it, now carefully unpacking and examining what was in my hands.

    I let out a big sigh.

    Is this really going to be a good idea…

    I asked myself this multiple times before deciding to order it, rethinking until I was in turmoil. Part of me thought he’d be surprised for sure, but another part wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, and I didn’t know if he would like it.

    Nonetheless, I ordered it.

    A sex toy…

       Something that could change the flavor of our love-making, as we had never used one before, nor had I even thought about it. It wouldn’t hurt to try, and if he liked it, that would be great…

    I brought the box into the bedroom, taking out each item one by one. When I was browsing, I wasn’t sure what to order. So, it was just one vibrator, something like a string of beads, not too big, about the length of one hand, that’s all for the sex toy.

    The rest…

    A black choker with a bell pendant like a collar, black gloves, cat ears, cat socks, and importantly, a tail…a pointed plug with an attached cat tail. I knew how it was supposed to be worn, but holding the real thing made my stomach churn a little, biting my lip in embarrassment before putting everything back into the box, then standing up to arrange the room to make it more romantic.

    I planned to place decorative lights from the entrance all the way to the bedroom, light some scented candles here and there, and arrange flowers in rows. In the bedroom, only the lamp was turned on.

    Once everything was set up, all I had to do was wait for him to come back. I took a shower to prepare myself, entered the bedroom, took off my robe, took a deep breath before climbing onto the bed.

    I put on a cat’s cat ears headband, a choker, gloves, and socks neatly. I got up to look at myself in the mirror, naked but adorned with accessories. Of course, it looked very strange since I had never worn anything like this before.

    I looked away from the mirror, feeling too embarrassed. I checked the clock and saw it was already 8:40 PM, only twenty minutes until he returned, thinking it would be just in time.

    I sat back on the bed, took off my gloves for convenience, lay on my back with my legs apart, applied some lube to my fingers, and gently circled the rear hole. I slightly bit my lip as I pushed my finger inside. Soon, my body began to respond as I started to feel aroused.

    After preparing the back passage sufficiently, I dripped some lube onto the butt plug and slowly pushed it in. The initial feeling was cold, startling me a bit, and once fully inserted, it felt somewhat uncomfortable with a foreign object inside me.

    When I moved my legs, the plug inside also moved, pressing against my inner walls. I tried to get as accustomed to it as possible, my arousal growing as I felt the strange sensation, my breathing becoming heavier. Soon, the clock showed exactly 9:00 PM.

    “Ah! Ugh.” I still couldn’t get used to the sensation of something being inside me; it felt sticky and awkward. I tried moving it or adjusting it, but it still felt strange.

    The bedroom door slowly opened; he was incredibly punctual. I, sitting on the bed, turned to look at the person who had just entered.

    Arthit scanned the room before his eyes settled on me, his eyes wide, his face stunned as if he couldn’t speak. I didn’t know what to do, feeling as if I was being stared through, my heart pounding, my body flushing with warmth.

    “…Cat?”

    I let out a small sound like a cat, raising both hands to rub my cheeks. Arthit slowly closed the door, leaving only the light from the decorative lights around the room and the lamp. He gently climbed onto the bed and kissed me.    I kissed him back. But only for a moment before pulling away, he smiled, pleased.

    “This is really a surprise.”

    “Do you like it?”

    “Yeah, you’re fucking teasing.” He pushed me slightly to tilt my body. I moaned because the plug inside moved as well, Arthit grabbed the tail and moved it around.

    “Uh…uh…”

    “How did you learn about stuff like this?”

    “I…saw it on…um, the internet.”

    His face turned bright red, his eyes scanning my body hungrily, his hands roaming all over, stopping at the choker around my neck.

    “What can you do as a cat?”

    I didn’t answer, just climbed onto him where he sat, tilted my head, and nuzzled into his neck, my lips pressing against his skin, kissing softly, sometimes biting gently. I took off the gloves because they felt cumbersome, then removed his shirt and started caressing him again.

    He tilted his head back slightly in cooperation. I left red marks on his collarbone, moving up to his ears and nibbling softly.

    He slid his hands down my back, reaching the tail and twisting it around. I stifled a groan in my throat, my body arching and rubbing against his hard stomach. I moved up to kiss him deeply, our hot tongues intertwining until the thing under his pants hardened and swelled fully.

    He picked me up and placed me in the middle of the bed.

    “What’s this?” He touched something on the bed, it was the vibrator. I had to hide my blushing face, “A vibrating egg?”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “You ordered something like this too?”

    “Well…just in case we wanted to change things up.” I answered softly, “In case you wanted to try it…with me.”

    “Hmm?” He raised his eyebrows, spread my legs apart, quickly pulled out the tail without warning, and inserted the vibrator instead, “I didn’t think you’d order something like this.”

    “Do you like it, Arthit?”

    “No.”

    “…” I fell silent due to his answer and his displeased expression. He pressed the remote without saying a word; the thing inside vibrated, not too strongly, “Ah!

    Uh…ohhh!”

    “When I’m not around, do you use it on yourself?”

    “No…no, uhmmm…never used it.”

    “Really?”

    His voice was low, filled with irritation. I didn’t quite understand, and the vibration inside my body made me feel weak, the tingling sensation spreading across my back until my legs felt weak.

    “Do you like it?”

    “It…it’s weird, uhmm.”

    “What do you like more, mine or this?”

    With that statement, I understood immediately.

    He was jealous…I didn’t think he would be jealous of something like this…

    “Ah! Then if you don’t like it, take it out…ughh.”

    “Hmm.” He positioned me to kneel, increasing the intensity of the vibrations even more. My hips and thighs felt numb, but I had to admit it was very arousing. I could barely catch my breath.

    He took off his pants, lifted my chin, and immediately thrust his erect member into my mouth. I opened my eyes wide in shock as he pushed it in quickly, almost making me choke, and tears started flowing without me realizing it.

    “Ugh! Ughh, ugh, ughh.”

    I opened my mouth wide to avoid my teeth touching him, his large member thrusting quickly, hitting the back of my throat, pulling back, and thrusting in again.

    “Do it better.”

    “Ughh! Ughhh.”

    “Lick it too.”

    “Ugh! Ugh, huh, ughhh.”

    I licked as he commanded; he stopped moving his hips. I licked all around the tip, sucking and using my tongue to press against the top. One hand stroked in rhythm with my mouth.

    “Faster.”

    “Ughhh.”

    The vibrator kept vibrating, my whole body trembling, starting to lose strength. I moved my hips involuntarily, feeling the arousal.

    I stuck my tongue out, flicking it all around, licking from the base to the tip, then looked up at him pleadingly.

    “Ah…Arthit, enough…please.”

    “Meaning?”

    “The vibrator, it feels strange.”

    “But it’s arousing, isn’t it?” He grabbed and kneaded my erection.

    “It’s moving a lot.”

    “Ugh!”

    “It’s…arousing, but it’s strange, ohhh…”

    “Then why did you buy it?”

    “I…just thought you might like it, ah! ahh!” I answered with a trembling voice due to the vibration from behind, “But…I want you more…oh, I mean it, really.”

    “Then make it good.”

    “Ah…uh.”

    I used my mouth to pleasure him further, licking, sucking, and stroking simultaneously until he released all over my face. He turned off the vibrator and immediately wiped me with a tissue.

    “Here, have some water.”

    He handed me a bottle of water. After I drank, I returned it, and he placed it back by the bed while he wasn’t looking. I took out the vibrator and moved closer to him right away.

    I positioned his still-hard member at my rear entrance, then pressed down hard, taking it all in one go, filling me with its warmth and hardness. Having held back for so long, I came immediately.

    “Already finished?”

    I nodded shyly, because it was him, and because I had been holding back for so long, I came the moment he entered.

    I slowly lifted my hips and then used my fingers to push inside, then lowered myself back down. I held onto his shoulders with both hands and began moving up and down, pushing him to lie on his back on the bed. With my hands on his strong stomach for leverage, I used my legs to control the rhythm and force to hit the right spots, speeding up and intensifying the thrusts as needed.

    “Ahhh! ohhh!” I moaned and bit my lip tightly to release the overwhelming pleasure that spread through my body, feeling hot all over, the temperature around me rising several degrees. I glanced at Arthit, who was cooperating by moving his hips to thrust upwards, his face full of satisfaction.

    “You’re making such a lewd face.” I teased softly, because he looked very aroused. It was like this every night, and it was a face I couldn’t look away from.    “Look at yourself first…uhmm.” He groaned deeply in his throat. So, I thrust my hips down harder.

    “Why me?…Ahhh! Ugh.”

    “You’re such a slut.”

    “Yes, and so what? Don’t you like it?” I asked with a hoarse voice, narrowing my eyes, which made him smile.

    “I like it.”

    “Suck it.”

    I reached out to hold his hand, starting to move my hips in circles teasingly. Arthit bit his lower lip from the arousal, and doing this made it feel like his member was touching every part inside me.

    “Uhmm, it feels so good.” I said, biting my lip. Suddenly, Arthit pushed me down and took over, thrusting eagerly without pause. The whole bedroom was filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding and my moans.

    I lay exhausted on his bare chest after sex that lasted almost three hours, trying to keep my heavy eyelids from closing.

    “Arthit.”

    “Hmm?”

    “So, you didn’t like my surprise today?”

    “I did like it, you’re so damn cute, but I don’t like sex toys that much. Not my style.” Arthit said. I shifted a little to get more comfortable on him, his hand reaching down to touch my hip. “The only thing that can make your rear hole and front part happy down there is mine, remember that.”

    “Uhmm, I understand now. I should have thought of that, with a jealous guy like you Arthit.”

    “What do you mean ‘not my style’?”

    “It was inside your ass, wasn’t it? Your ass is mine alone!” He protested. I sighed, glancing at the two sex toys now carelessly discarded on the floor, probably going to be thrown away for real. “But the cat outfit is fine, it’s great.”

    “And what about the tail? Why aren’t you jealous of the cat’s tail?”

    “That one is forgivable.”

    “Hmm, happy birthday.” I said, looking at the time which was now 5:55 PM,

    “Did you get any gifts?”

    “I got quite a lot from work, so I left them outside.”

    “Oh, but I don’t have a gift, couldn’t think of anything. The surprise was already overwhelming.”

    “Yeah, it’s okay. Having you with me every day is the best gift in life.”

    “Heh, you say nice things.”

    “From the heart.”

    “I know, you can sweet-talk every day.”

    “They call it not holding back.” the person next to me whispered, pressing his lips gently on my forehead again, “Wear another outfit sometime, I bet you’d look so cute.”

    “…Okay, as you wish.”

     

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  • WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Special Chapter 6: West Summits

    WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Special Chapter 6: West Summits

       WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Special Chapter 6: West Summits

       Daotok

       The left shoulder bore some of the weight from the person next to me. He leaned his head on my shoulder to take a nap. I tried to keep as still as possible so as not to wake him. After working together for a long time, when the work was finished, Arthit immediately complained about wanting to go on a trip.

    We were at the airport waiting to board a flight to Russia to climb the highest peak in Europe, Mount Elbrus, located in the Caucasus Mountains. It’s a volcano that hasn’t erupted in over two thousand years, standing over 5,600 meters high and covered with snow all year round. With my considerable experience in mountain climbing and hiking, I felt more excited than scared about this.    Arthit did what he had promised. After we got married, he took me to many places around the world, both popular tourist spots crowded with visitors and places not many people go to. Mostly the latter. I discovered for myself that traveling teaches me a lot and provides new experiences.

    Not long after, it was time to board the plane. Arthit slept through most of the several-hour flight, and when we arrived in Moscow, he woke up after a wellrested nap, looking very lively and bright.

    The weather outside was quite cold for me; it wasn’t winter, but summer, with temperatures around 15 degrees Celsius. It wouldn’t be considered cold for the locals since winter temperatures can drop to minus thirty or even lower.    Arthit didn’t complain about the cold he dislikes; he just helped me with my luggage and we walked out. We stopped for a meal before heading to our accommodation. The plan was to take a domestic flight to another city the next day and meet two guides who would lead us up the mountain.

    Today, we walked around the city to admire the architecture, took some photos, and then returned to the hotel. On the second day, we flew to Mineralnye Vody, which took about two hours, and rested there until the third day to head towards the mountain area.

    The guides picked us up at our place. We drove to Terskol, the last stop before reaching the peak. The view changed from the city to the mountain, which had quite an unusual shape. The air got colder as we went along. After checking into our accommodation, we went to buy or rent climbing equipment. We hadn’t brought much because we had researched that it’s best to buy or rent here.    The gear for snow climbing was quite extensive. We bought what we thought was the best and then had dinner. The guides went over the travel plan again, and after that, we returned to our lodgings to prepare for tomorrow.

    “It looks like Cat went to Norway.” I said while scrolling through Instagram, seeing Cat post a photo with his partner, tagged at Norway. Arthit, who was lying down, leaned in with interest.    “Is the kid on vacation?”

    “Don’t call Cat ‘kid’, okay?”

    “I call Fah that.” He said, “That’s interesting, Norway, huh?”

    “Yeah.”

    “I’ll post a photo to one-up him, the one you took of me is better, it’s cool.” He said, showing me his phone with a photo I had just taken of him in Moscow. I nodded slightly in agreement before a notification appeared that he had posted something new on Instagram, “Everyone’s asking about the concert; even on posts not related to work, there are questions.”

    “It’s not surprising, Arthit you have fans all over the world. They want you to have a concert.”

    “And Direk hasn’t let me tell anyone yet…”

    “Uh-huh. It’s okay.” I said, because the agency already had plans for your world tour after fans worldwide had been demanding it for a long time. But the agency hadn’t announced it yet because they intended it to be a surprise. “Just be careful, Arthit, don’t get injured. Slipping on snow and hitting your head so you can’t sing would be terrible.”

    “Yeah. What should we do if that happens?”

    “Just write the songs, and let someone else sing them.”

    “Who?”

    “Someone who sings well, like me.”

    “Oh…you should vary your tone before you talk like that.” Arthit teased; it was just playful banter because he was known for singing quite poorly. Even just talking, his tone was monotonous, let alone singing.

    “It would be worse if you fell and got a brain injury.” I said. “But anyway, if it’s about the brain, Arthit couldn’t get much worse.”

    “Right, spit, this is your husband, you know? If you’re going to insult me like that, you might as well kiss me.”

    “I don’t think so.”

    “Yeah. If we conquer this mountain, should we go for Everest next?”

    “I am not sure about that?”

    “Why not?”

    “I think it’s a bit too dangerous.” I offered my opinion, “But if my climbing skills improve to a certain point, I might want to conquer Everest.”

    “But honestly, I don’t like snowy mountains.”

    “There are plenty of mountains without snow.”

    “Then why don’t we go there?”

    “Arthit you was the one who suggested coming here.”

    “Me?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Wasn’t it you?” He frowned in disbelief. I turned back to look at him with an annoyed expression.

    “That was you Arthit. you must have been tired from work and said it out loud. So I went to look up the information right then.” I said truthfully, “you  must have been so tired you  couldn’t remember.”

    “Are you okay?”

    “I’m fine.” I replied after hearing the concerned question from the person walking behind me.

    Snow fell all the way, making visibility poor, which was one of the difficulties I had anticipated when climbing here. I carefully lifted my feet and stepped down, moving cautiously on the snowy ground, slowing our journey due to the surrounding conditions.

    When we got back to the accommodation, I collapsed immediately, just like the day before, because the guide said to rest in the afternoon. So I woke up rather late, though not as late as Arthit. He didn’t seem as tired as I was yesterday; he’s never as tired as me, but he woke up late simply because he was lazy.

    Looking outside, the view from the bed was of snow-covered mountains. Seeing such a view right after waking up wasn’t bad at all. I didn’t forget to take photos to keep. When I went outside, I found the view was very beautiful. It wasn’t snowing as heavily as it was yesterday.

    I went to the bathroom outside the house, a small wooden structure. After using the bathroom and washing up, I went back inside to see that Arthit was awake, sitting and yawning with his eyes half-open, his hair as messy as a bird’s nest.    Suddenly, an image of him presenting for a famous watch brand popped into my head. He looked so different then compared to now.

    “You  need to get a haircut when we get back.”

    “Me?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Is it long again?” He grumbled while gently touching his hair. I walked over, picked up a comb from the bag, and combed his messy hair for him.

    “You look like a kingfisher.” I said after seeing the hair in the middle standing up, refusing to lie flat no matter how I combed it, “Once you put on your hat, no one will see it.” Then I picked up the hat that had fallen off while he was sleeping and put it back on him.

    “Do I need to maintain my image? Seriously, I’m a celebrity, the guide knows me.” He raised his eyebrows to ask. The guide indeed knew him as he claimed, and seemed very excited to find out that one of his clients this time was a famous artist.    “Yeah, because I remember the next day I woke up, you were packing and said you were going to Russia, and I was like, ‘What? are you going?’ ‘Yeah, yeah.’“    “Sigh, well, we’re here now.” I said, “Go back to sleep; we need to acclimate tomorrow.” I ended the conversation and got up to turn off the light in the room. Tomorrow morning we would have to start acclimatizing as the guide had instructed, because the human body can’t immediately handle high altitudes. The body might suffer from severe altitude sickness that could be fatal, so we need to gradually ascend over several days to get used to the height and the decreasing oxygen levels.

    This means we won’t be able to reach the top in one go. We’ll gradually climb up according to the altitude, stopping at various points along the way, and each point has its own designated rest area with different names.

    We walked up to a spot not too far from where we were staying, which is at an altitude of about 2,500 meters from the village. This place is at 3,800 meters; the air was still as cold as before. The path was beautiful and quite steep, but overall, it was still manageable because the natural scenery around made it feel refreshing, indescribably so. There was a river flowing through our path. When we reached one point, we got a full view of Mount Elbrus, which was slightly exciting due to its grandeur.

    Now, there was our guide and another group of tourists. We took just a few photos before heading back to our accommodation, which took about six hours in total, not considered too difficult. The next day, we had to move up to sleep at the “Huge Refuge” at an altitude of 3,600 meters. We hiked again in the afternoon with the goal of reaching an altitude of about 4,000 meters.

    At this point, there was snow. We equipped ourselves properly before starting to walk uphill. Walking on snow wasn’t too hard for me since I was somewhat used to it, and Arthit was no different. He seemed very eager and energetic, but when we reached our destination, we turned back.

    I was quite tired from walking on snow plus the biting cold; I almost collapsed into bed as soon as we got to the rest area, unlike Arthit who seemed like he could climb up and down three more times.

    “Don’t you exercise much?”

    “I exercise every day.” I replied softly, my eyelids too heavy to keep open, “Arthit you are the one who’s been working non-stop. Lately, you’ve hardly exercised at all, how are you still so strong?”

    “Don’t you know I do push-ups and write songs at the same time?”

    “Your co-workers must be annoyed, plus anyone would get tired.” I said. Arthit seemed to want to say something more, but I didn’t hear it; I had already fallen asleep. The next morning, we found out the weather wasn’t very good. We walked to the “Upper Pastukhov Rock” at an altitude of about 4,800 meters. Today, there was heavy snowfall and strong winds.

    “It’s up to you, but really, Arthit has never cared about his image anyway.” I answered.

    “Right, a handsome guy is always handsome. No need to worry about appearances.”

    “Hmm, let’s go wash our faces and brush our teeth outside.”

    “Why wash your face again, it’s so cold, let’s sleep some more.” He said groggily, pulling me back down to sleep with him. He then sat up, pushing himself out of bed, trying to get me to sit up too.

    “It’s really dirty.”

    “I need to pee, can I do it here?” He asked without opening his eyes. I helped him get up.

    “No way. If you pee in your pants, you’ll get wet and even colder.”

    “Yeah, then bring me the bottle.”

    “Sigh, the bathroom is outside, don’t burden me, or we’ll both fall.” I said, helping him outside to the bathroom. After a while, he came out after washing his face and brushing his teeth, looking more awake.

    “Hey, you’re up, where are we going next?”

    “We’ll practice using the equipment, like the ice axe or the fixed rope.”

    “I already know how to use them, so I’ll sleep some more.”

    “We need to practice for safety.”

    “Okay, okay.”

    In the afternoon, we had a session to practice using various climbing tools with our guide, including how to behave if we slipped into a crevasse. The guide took us to a real crevasse for practice, which initially made us nervous, but once we got used to it, it was fun. After the practice, we went to bed early, and at midnight, we would actually start climbing Mount Elbrus. The distance from here to the peak was nearly a thousand meters.

    I woke up groggily to the sound of the alarm clock, finding it was 5:45 PM, just fifteen minutes until our scheduled time. It was pitch black outside, with some noise from other climbers. I shook the person next to me to wake up; Arthit was curled up under the thick blanket, looking adorable due to the cold.

    “Arthit, it’s time.” I said softly, and as soon as I spoke, his eyes shot open, and he sprang up.

    “Let’s go!”

    He seemed very excited and eager. I was excited too. We got ourselves ready and walked out of our accommodation, finding our guide waiting nearby. At about midnight, with only the light from the accommodations illuminating the area, it was quite bright around.

    The guide checked our equipment and attire to make sure everything was correct. Then he told us we had to go up in a snowcat to Pastukhov Rocks and then continue on foot. The snowcat is a small, fully enclosed truck designed for easy travel over snow. Once we reached our point, we would get off and continue climbing.

    Initially, we used trekking poles to help us walk. Headlamps provided light in this snowy, dark environment. When we reached an altitude of about 5,000 meters, we could start to see the horizon.

    The light around us was beginning to fade, signaling that dawn was near. Soon, the sun would rise. Turning back, I saw the surroundings from this high vantage point, feeling like I was in heaven. It might sound exaggerated, but the view from here was truly beautiful, with other peaks lined up and covered in snow. This was the Caucasus range, with the sky changing colors behind, showing a clear contrast between blue and brick red.

    Even though it was exhausting, it was totally worth it to see such a beautiful view.

    I suddenly stopped walking, causing Arthit to stop as well. The guide turned to look at us and waited for us to enjoy the sunrise without saying anything. I took out my camera to take pictures, not forgetting to capture Arthit too.

    “Beautiful, huh?”

    “Beautiful, indeed, you.”

    “I meant the view.”

    “What view? Who are you complimenting?”

    “Sigh, let’s keep walking.”

    “Just kidding, yeah, it’s beautiful. You won’t get a view like this down there.”

    Arthit said, satisfied with the sight before him. “Let’s keep going.”

    “Uh-huh.”

    We continued on. Before long, the sunlight hit the snow below not blocked by the mountains, including some smaller peaks. I stopped again to take more photos of the scenery. After a while, the sunlight reached us as well, and we started to take a break along with other climbing teams who were also resting.

    The guide kept the conversation going cheerfully, probably to keep us from getting bored. Plus, he and another guide were fans of Arthit. They said Arthit looked much better in person than in the photos they saw online, even without makeup or just after waking up. His easy-going nature made him get along well with people, which made these two fans like their artist even more.

    I glanced out to see a range of mountains stretching as far as the eye could see. It was another moment where I felt myself to be so small compared to this vast world. The sky began to clear and brighten, with clouds drifting by. After resting until we felt refreshed, we continued our journey.

    We arrived at the “Saddle.” which is the midpoint between the two peaks, the West Summit and the East Summit. The peak we were aiming for was the West, which was higher than the Saddle. It resembled a horse’s saddle, curving down in the middle because it was between two mountains. We rested there for a bit before turning to climb further.

    From here, we used ice axes and fixed ropes because the incline and danger increased. I increased my caution and tried to focus on the task at hand. It was challenging to pass through, but I found it quite fun.

    I looked up and saw there was still more to climb.

    “How is it?”

    “It’s fun, how about you, Arthit?”

    “Yeah, it’s fun for me too.”

    We continued walking, getting closer to the summit with each step. The path was visibly narrowing, and beside the trail was a steep slope that would be disastrous if one were to slip and roll down. Finally, we reached the highest point of Mount Elbrus, the highest peak in Europe.

    I smiled broadly because I was happy, my heart beating fast from both excitement and exhaustion. I looked around to see the scenery of the Caucasus range. We didn’t forget to take photos as a memento of conquering this peak. Realizing we had reached the top, I felt an indescribable sense of pride, forgetting the cold, the tiredness, and all the hardships we had endured.

    I turned to look at the person standing next to me.

    “Really happy.” He said with a smile, gently patting my head.

    “Aren’t you happy? This is the highest peak in Europe.”

    “I am happy, it’s fun.”

    “Yeah. I wonder what the view would be like from other mountain tops.”

    “If you want me to take you to climb other mountains, just say so.”

    “I want to.” I nodded quickly, “Take me again.”

    “Will do, definitely.”

    “Mmm.”

    Not long after, we started descending the same way we came up.    The joy after coming down was being able to walk around in comfortable weather, breathing freely, and bringing our bodies back to normal. I sat down to look through the photos on the camera that we had taken, feeling happy. It was another great adventure and experience in life, a memory between the two of us that we had been here, gone through hardships, and had fun together.

    Moreover, no matter how beautiful the view here is, it wouldn’t be as beautiful without him. That’s what I thought, which is why I love every place where he is with me.

    I put down the camera and looked back at the person who had just come out of the bathroom. We were back at our base accommodation at the foot of the mountain, preparing to return to Moscow.

    “My nose is peeling, it stings like hell.”

    “Let me see.” I stood up and looked up; he bent down a bit to make it easier for me to see, “It really is peeling.” I found that his nose was peeling off in flakes. I touched my own nose lightly to check if it was the same.

    “Mine isn’t peeling.”

    “What the heck, why isn’t your nose peeling too? That’s not fair.”

    “I don’t know.”

    “Then I’ll pick your nose for you. Give me your nose.”

    “Are you crazy? Hurry up and get dressed.”

    “Yeah, yeah.”

     

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  • WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Special Chapter 5: Fisherman

    WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Special Chapter 5: Fisherman

       WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Special Chapter 5: Fisherman

       Daotok

       “Let’s go fishing.”

    One afternoon in New York, while we were playing games in our room, Arthit said this out of the blue. I agreed without much thought, which is why we’re here now.

    Zambia, Southern of Africa

       The plane landed in Livingstone, and a wave of heat hit us as we stepped out, the air around was quite dry. I put on my sunglasses before scanning the surroundings with interest; this was my first time visiting Africa.

    After getting married and moving to New York, we’ve traveled to many places as we had planned for a long time. Often, these trips were not pre-arranged; they were split-second decisions by Arthit, and my willingness to go along with it.    Like this time, our main goal here is the Tiger Goliath, a giant predatory fish found in southern Africa, growing up to 180 centimeters long, with a wide mouth full of large, sharp teeth. There have been reports of it attacking humans and crocodiles. Many say it’s like a giant piranha and is one of the challenges for anglers.

    From what I’ve researched, the locals here regularly eat this fish; it’s sold in fish markets, and the larger the fish, the pricier it is. This makes Arthit want to try catching and eating one.

    I found that there were many interesting things to do here besides fishing. We wouldn’t come to Zambia just to fish. I didn’t want to miss visiting Victoria Falls, one of the largest waterfalls in the world, spanning across Zambia and Zimbabwe.

    This waterfall leads into the rapids of the Zambezi River, which is where we’ll go boating to fish for the tiger fish.

    We took a car from the airport to the hotel we had booked, checked in, and stored our luggage in the room. Once settled, we went out to participate in activities arranged by the hotel because our actual fishing trip was scheduled for the next day. We arrived early to prepare and explore the area.

    Late afternoon, the only activity left to do was a walking safari with lions.

    “It seems like we’ll get very close to the lions.”

    “Oh.”

    “You don’t seem very interested.”

    “My heart is all into fishing now.”

    “I thought your heart was with me.”

    “…”

    “Sorry.”

    Arthit looked a bit stunned before bursting into loud laughter, making me sigh in relief.

    “Can I apologize again?”

    “No.”

    “My heart is all into fishing now, go on.”

    “No.”

    “You’ve improved a lot since we got married.”

    “At least Arthit seems in a better mood.”

    “Are you trying to cheer me up?”

    “Uh, or are you feeling worse?”

    “I’m not in a bad mood. Just a bit annoyed.”

    Arthit seemed slightly irritated because he didn’t seem too keen on walking with the lions here; it probably wasn’t very exciting for him, but I thought since the hotel offered the activity and we were free, there was no harm in taking a walk.

    Besides, I’d never had the chance to be close to real lions before.

    “But thinking that I get to do something you want to do makes it okay.”

    “Uh.”

    When we arrived, the staff brought two lions towards us. They were slightly taller than our waists, not yet fully grown. The staff offered to take photos for us, and after the photos, it was time for the walk.

    There were a few rules: no touching the head or feet, no patting, and no walking in front of them.

    “They said to hold their tail, they like it.”

    “Really?” I raised an eyebrow in surprise, wondering why they would like their tails held. One of the staff lifted a lion’s tail and gestured for me to hold it instead. I approached hesitantly; first, the tail was a bit heavy, and second, we were very close, with a clear view of the lion’s rear.    “Arthit isn’t holding one?”

    “I don’t like holding anyone’s tail.”

    “Then I’ll hold both.”

    With my other hand, I held the tail of another lion. Being this close to these wild beasts was quite thrilling. Even though there were staff members supervising, because they are wild hunters, no one knows what they might be thinking. They might not bite other tourists, but they might want to eat me.

    “Hah, you should feel good having someone to hold your tails like this.” Arthit teased. I felt a bit strange too, having to walk while holding the tails of two lions like this.

    “What are their names?” I turned to ask the staff walking behind us.

    “This one is Alim, and this one is Dalal.”

    “Alim, Dalal, giant cats.” I said softly, glancing at the two large lions slowly walking in front of us right now, “Doesn’t Arthit like them?”

    “I’m indifferent, but, yeah, they’re not bad, they’re truly kings of the jungle.”    “No, they’re just wild animals.” I said, “Like a cat but enlarged. If they could be affectionate, they’d be super cute.”

    “I don’t want to be licked by a cat this size, my face would definitely get wet.”

    “Exactly, but they’d more likely bite your head off, wouldn’t they, Alim?”    After walking for a while, I started to get used to it; both of them didn’t seem to pay much attention to us. Alim and Dalal just kept walking as if that was their only job, not to entertain the customers. Maybe they don’t get paid much.

    Lions often appear in documentaries, depicted as full-fledged predators with their hunting instincts, but seeing them so calm like this was quite surprising.

    After finishing our walk with the lions, we continued with a walk with cheetahs which are smaller and look more agile. With cheetahs, there was a leash to hold, unlike with the lions who didn’t have one, just a collar and a strap around their arms. The staff handed me the leash and instructed me to follow.

    Cheetahs, unlike lions, constantly showed interest in us. They would turn to look back often; we made eye contact so frequently that I almost fell in love with it.

    Or maybe this giant cat wants to play with us?

    But I had to restrain myself from petting its head or body because it was against the rules.

    When the walk was over, they took us to see white lions and other animals. By the time everything was done, it was almost evening. We went back to the hotel for dinner, and our day of sightseeing ended.

    We followed the guide to climb up to Victoria Falls. Without a guide, we wouldn’t be allowed to go up there; the path was somewhat difficult but definitely worth it for what was at the top. Because of the hot weather, Arthit wanted to swim there as well.

    The sound of the waterfall filled the area. I looked around with interest; it was truly one of the largest waterfalls in the world. It was clear that falling off the edge would not be a good idea. From this angle, we could see the cliff where all the water plummeted, with rainbows appearing intermittently due to the vast amount of water spray interacting with the sunlight.

    “A double rainbow.” Arthit said softly. I looked in the direction he pointed.

    “If you point at the rainbow, it will bite your finger.”

    “Why?”

    “I don’t know. When I was a kid, adults used to say that.”

    “Go ahead and bite then.” Arthit moved his finger close to my mouth, and out of mischief, I opened my mouth and gently bit it, “What would happen if you don’t bite?”

    “Your finger would fall off.”

    “Just for pointing at a rainbow? What kind of offense is that to lose a finger?” Arthit grumbled.

    We continued to follow the guide, the surrounding natural scenery was quite beautiful. We stopped at the Devil’s Pool, where we could swim; it was one of the more thrilling tourist spots.

    We were right at the edge of one of the world’s largest waterfalls, which made it even more exciting to think about. The guide didn’t provide life jackets; he explained what to do and what not to do, pointing out areas to be careful of because they were deep and only for those who were good swimmers. After listening, Arthit immediately took off his shoes.

    He jumped…

    I held my breath.

    Amid the fairly strong current, just a few meters from the cliff, he soon surfaced and swam to sit on a rock ledge.

    “Get down here, the water’s nice and cool.”

    “Okay.”

    I took off my shoes and jumped in too. The water was deep enough that my feet didn’t touch the bottom. I swam up to the surface and found that the current wasn’t so strong that we couldn’t handle it. I swam towards Arthit. Before long, the guide also joined us, sitting nearby to keep an eye on us.

    “Has anyone ever jumped in before?” Arthit asked, turning to the guide.

    “As far as I know, no.”

    “What would happen if I jumped down there?”

    “Absolutely not, you’re under my care. I don’t want to lose my job yet.” the guide said with a smile, then he turned over to lie on his stomach on the rock, glancing down below. We did the same.

    Once we got to this point, it felt quite thrilling; it was really a cliff, surrounded by more cliffs. Arthit seemed in good spirits being here. I felt the same. After swimming to our satisfaction, we returned the same way we came. In the afternoon, we prepared to buy various things for fishing tomorrow.

    We met a local guide named Jack and his two crew members. Jack insisted that without a safety team, he wouldn’t be able to take us. We didn’t have any issues with that. We started from Livingstone to the town of Lukulu and launched the boat into the Zambezi River.

    Arthit offered to drive. We led in the first vehicle with the other two crew members following, Jack sitting in the back seat to navigate. The car moved along the rough road; as we passed, the vehicle stirred up dust on both sides of the road, where there were fields and forests teeming with wildlife like elephants, deer, and baboons. It wasn’t a lush forest, but rather a dry, hot savanna.

    We drove on until the sun began to set.

    “Can’t help it. We need to set up camp.” Jack said from the back. “Driving at night in Africa isn’t safe.”

    “Okay.” Arthit replied immediately. Soon, we stopped by the roadside at a spot suitable for camping. As it got dark, safety vanished; it was time for predators to hunt, and the air grew cooler. I helped the team start a fire while others set up the tents.

    Arthit and I had camped before, but not in an African forest.

    Jack said we would arrange night watches to keep the camp safe and the fire lit.

    After deciding the watch shifts by drawing short and long sticks, we retired to our tents.

    In the pitch black with no light nearby, only the dim glow of the campfire illuminated our surroundings. The sounds of insects and birds filled the air from all directions. We didn’t know what lurked in the darkness; perhaps there were dangerous animals waiting to strike. I could think of dozens of potential dangers lurking here.

    “Are you tired?” Arthit whispered, holding me as we lay facing each other in a tent just big enough for us two. The ground was hard, covered with a cloth, but it didn’t make it any softer. Luckily, I didn’t mind.

    “No, Arthit was the one driving.” I shook my head.

    “It was fun.”

    “Hmm, do you think there are wolves around here?”

    “There are. We saw one on the way here.”

    “Oh. I didn’t see it.”

    “Too bad, huh?”

    “A little, I wanted to see it in person, up close.”

    “See it up close? That would be disastrous, you could sleep, the shift change is in three hours.”

    “Hmm.”

    I slowly closed my eyes amidst the ambiance of the South African forest at night. Not long after, one of the team members woke me; he just gently shook the tent. I woke up; it was my shift, but Arthit said he would keep watch too, so when it was Arthit’s shift, I would go out with him.

       There were chairs set up outside by the campfire. I shone my flashlight into the darkness. I didn’t see anything nearby, just heard the cacophony of insects and birds. I could only hope it would stay this peaceful.

       I added some wood to the fire to keep it from going out, sat back down in the chair, and glanced at the person next to me who was yawning.

       It was indeed a novel atmosphere.

       He looked back at me.

       “What?”

    “Nothing. Just thought the atmosphere was new, kind of like when camping in the forest, but a different feeling.”

    “Exactly.” He nodded, “Jack said we’re close to lion territory.”

    “No worries. I’ve held their tail before.”

    “Ha, you always like to pull others’ tails.”

    “That’s right. I’m that kind of person.”

    “What sound is that?” Arthit became more alert and cautious, quickly scanning the area. I followed his gaze instantly, “Lions.”

    “Hmm.”

    We heard the roar of a lion echoing loudly, and suddenly, we felt our hairs stand on end, realizing it was not far from the camp.

    “Better go into the tent.” Arthit whispered. I nodded. I went into the tent while Arthit opened the adjacent tent, waking the person inside to alert them of the danger, then quickly returned to our tent amidst the silence and dim light. We sat in the tent with the lion roaring outside.

    “From what I remember, lions usually don’t attack prey they don’t know. They attack prey they are familiar with because there’s no need for unnecessary risk; unfamiliar prey might be dangerous. Plus, we have fire and weapons, so there shouldn’t be much to worry about.”

    “If we tell this story, people will just say we should have stayed home, you bastard.” Arthit whispered.

    “It’s exciting, though.”

    “Yeah, I’m genuinely glad you get it.”

    “How many times have I gone with you now?”

    “Yeah, go to sleep. I’ll keep watch for you. Just a minute…” It seemed like the other tent was trying to communicate with us. Arthit slowly opened the tent to talk, and after a while, he came back in.

    “What did they say?”

    “Just to keep the fire from going out, same watch schedule.”

    “Okay.”

    “Then you go to sleep. I’ll take your watch for you.”

    “No, no. I’ll watch myself.”

    “Come on, let me do my husbandly duties.”

    “…Okay, wake me up immediately if anything happens.”

    “I won’t let you sleep through it, I suppose.”

    “You never know, what if a lion shows up, and Arthit leaves me to sleep alone?”    “I’ll take care of it.”

    “I’m going to sleep now.”

    “Yeah, sweet dreams.”

    “Sweet dreams.”

    I tried to close my eyes. Before long, I was asleep, and I woke up early in the morning to the sound of someone doing something.

    “Are we packing up already?” I asked groggily, seeing Arthit packing things from the tent.

    “Yeah, go wash your face and then come help pack.”

    “Okay.”

    I went outside to meet the fresh morning air, the sky clear without clouds, the soft light of Arthit’s morning touching the distant river that was drawing me in. After staring at the scene for just a moment, I had to quickly wash my face and help others pack up to continue our journey.

    When we started moving again, we talked about the lion’s roar from last night, noting that it was a common occurrence when camping here. Some had encountered them wandering around the camp or worse, being attacked.

    Fortunately, we kept the fire going all night to prevent it from going out.    It took a long time to reach the boat launch point. We hadn’t reached Luukulu yet; you can’t drive to Lukulu, so we had to launch the boats at Mongu, with the help of the locals. Two medium-sized motorboats were launched into the Zambezi River.

    We helped load our things onto the boats; the first one had me, Arthit, and the guide, while the second carried the other two team members. Once everything was ready, we set off. I sat in the middle, Arthit at the front, and the guide at the back.

    Around us was a jungle, the current wasn’t too strong. We paddled upstream.    I looked down into the water, wondering what might be in the river. The water was clearer than I expected, but one thing I was sure of was the presence of crocodiles. I saw one surface, there must have been many more below. If you weren’t careful and fell out of the boat, chances of survival would be slim.

    After a while, we saw some hippos by the riverbank as we passed.

    “Arthit, look, hippos running.” I said, pointing them out to him. We saw the chubby hippos running away quickly, though their legs were quite short.

    “Damn, with such short legs, how do they run so fast?”

    “They’re so cute, waddling around.”

    “But they’re aggressive, these hippos.”

    “Yeah, but they’re really cute.” I took out my camera to capture the moment, “They look cute like this, but they can kill crocodiles, you can’t judge just by looks.”

    I watched the hippo until it disappeared, after which there wasn’t much to see except for the forest.

    All we could do was sit cautiously in the boat, looking at the surrounding scenery. We chatted a bit, it took a long time before we saw a village. As we approached the village area, we encountered more boats, Arthit waved greetings, and they waved back friendly.

    “If you want to stop here, you can, there’s a market too.”

    “Let’s stop.” Arthit replied, and we stopped at the village. I looked around with interest. They came over to ask questions, Jack translated that they were asking what we were doing here. We answered that we were here to fish for tigerfish, and they replied that there were fish to catch around here, but only small ones.    We became the center of attention in the village the moment we walked in. The children approached us with curiosity. I smiled at them. In the market, you could find local products. We bought some small fish to use as bait before heading out again. We got into the boat and headed towards the headwaters of the river.

    “It’s a big one.” Arthit muttered. I looked in the direction he was staring and saw a large crocodile sunbathing. Since we were navigating close to the bank, we saw it at close range; as soon as it spotted us, it quickly slid into the water, startling us quite a bit. Its large size caused the water to splash loudly.

    The crocodile floated on the surface, its menacing eyes staring at us as if it were hungry. We kept rowing further away from it, and it didn’t follow us.

    “It’s not following us, right?” I whispered to Arthit.

    “Why would it follow us?”

    “When it saw us, it immediately went into the water. I thought it might want to attack.”

    I had never fished before, so I was a bit nervous. Besides us, the guide and his team also joined in the fishing. This type of fishing was different; it wasn’t just about casting the line and waiting. We had to make the bait move because the fish would chase fast-moving bait.

       This place seemed more lively than other places we had passed through, with the scent of many dangerous creatures around. Where we were was at the head of the river, where we had anchored the boat.

       I held the fishing rod and pulled the line quickly like I saw others doing, but after a while, there was no sign of any fish biting. While I was getting frustrated, I heard Arthit shout out.

       “It’s strong, damn!” He complained while pulling a fish that had taken the bait. Others cheered excitedly. They said that tiger goliath fish have a lot of strength, the bigger they are, the stronger they are, which made us all very excited. After a while, Arthit managed to pull up the fish.

    “Got it!” He exclaimed happily. We looked at it in awe; it was the fish we aimed to catch, just like in the pictures, about the length from my fingertips to my elbow, with a shiny body. Arthit used pliers to remove its sharp, long teeth from the hook, thinking how painful it would be to get bitten by it. It struggled vigorously.

    “You caught a really big one!” one of the crew members complimented.

    “I’ve seen bigger ones in pictures.” Arthit replied.

    “Those are very rare. Otherwise, the internet would be full of those pictures.

    What are you going to do with it?”

    “Eat it.” He answered, lowering the fish into a bucket. “Do you know how to cook it?”

    “I saw the villagers just remove the scales and grill it, but the locals should be able to help us prepare it.” the guide answered. The person nodded before turning back to his fishing rod.

    “How’s it going?” Arthit asked me. I shook my head in response. “Don’t be too serious, we’re here to have fun fishing.”

    “It’s not that fun if you can’t catch anything.” I muttered softly, thinking to myself that I wanted to catch some big ones.

    “Watch out for the line cutting your hand.”

    “Yeah, I know.”

    “It might just be startled by the sudden appearance of a boat.”

    “Oh…I once watched a crocodile movie where it attacked a motorboat like ours, flipping it over.” I said, remembering a movie I had seen.

    “Can it really do that? How does it flip a boat?”

    “Well, boats do have some weight, but there have been news reports of crocodiles flipping boats.”

    “Oh. What would we do if our boat flipped? Definitely, fighting a crocodile in the water isn’t easy.”

    “True. I’ve heard that you need to aim for its eyes.”

    “The eyes are a weak point for creatures, except for me, my eyes can shoot lasers.”

    “Really?”

    “Laser beams, man, pew pew.”

    “With such a special ability, it’s not very useful, though.”

    “It’s useful, I used it last night to scare the lion away.”

    “Oh, thanks for that.”

    “No problem. It’s nothing.” Arthit waved it off.

    We arrived at the area where we were going to fish. We needed to ask the village chief for permission to set up camp and fish because it was their territory. Once we got permission, it was time to start fishing.

    “Have you ever brought tourists here to fish?” Arthit turned to ask the guide while preparing the fishing gear.

    “A few times, but not many. You two are the only ones who have come in such a small group.”

    I turned my attention back to fishing. This time, a fish took the bait. When Arthit saw I had something, he came over to help, but I didn’t let him, still wrestling with this strong fish.

       I tensed my entire body to prevent myself from being pulled into the river by this fish. Arthit came to help hold me, and not long after, we managed to pull it up.

       …Why is it so small? I thought it was strong, I expected it to be bigger.

       “It’s okay, you’re doing fine.”

    “Uh-hum.” I carefully used pliers to remove its mouth from the hook.

    “Need help with that?”

    “Don’t talk if you’ve been bitten by piranhas.” I teased.

    “This will be a lifelong sin for me, huh?” He complained, looking annoyed. As soon as I pressed the pliers down on its mouth between its teeth, I could feel the resistance. I put it in a box and then turned to fish for another one.

    In the end, Arthit caught the largest fish. We brought all the fish we caught into the village to ask the villagers to teach us how to prepare them, beyond what we would eat. We gave them all the fish as a thank you for teaching us how to cook.    I looked at the grilled fish in my hand, pondering. It was the first time I would eat a fish I didn’t know and had caught myself. Judging by its appearance, it didn’t look very appetizing, but I ate it without much thought and found the taste rather ordinary.

    “It’s tasty.” Arthit said, chewing with satisfaction, “What do you think?”

    “For me, it’s just okay, eatable.”

    “Really? It might be a matter of taste.”

    “Yeah, must be.”

    After eating the fish, we headed back. I felt the return journey was a bit quicker than the trip there. We walked back until we reached the hotel. We only had a few days to rest here, but we still had plenty of vacation days since our work wasn’t that fixed.

    “Where should we go next?”

    “Hmm? Do you mean in this country or somewhere else?”

    “Let’s go to Morocco.”

    “Okay.”

     

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  • WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Special Chapter 4: With my Body, Heart, and Soul

    WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Special Chapter 4: With my Body, Heart, and Soul

       WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Special Chapter 4: With my Body, Heart, and Soul

       Daotok

       I moved a tall chair against the wall covered with patterns we had painted together. Arthit was also moving other items next to where others were, helping out.

    “Is this enough?”

    “Hmm.” I nodded, stepping back to look at the overall picture, thinking this angle should work.

    Today is the day we are doing our pre-wedding shoot. Since I wanted photos that reflect our daily life, we decided to shoot at home. Therefore, I asked Cat to be our photographer and requested…

    It’s been almost a year since Arthit proposed to me. We’ve been planning our wedding continuously while I finished my studies. We completed the marriage registration about a month ago, and now I’ve been a graduated for two weeks.    I dyed my hair back to black a while ago after having it gray for a period. Many might be used to seeing my blue hair, but once my black roots grew out, I dyed it gray again, and now it’s back to black for the pre-wedding photos and the actual wedding because I think black suits best.

    Soon, everyone arrived on time with all the equipment ready.

    “This outfit looks beautiful.”

    “Thanks.”

    I wore a white shirt and black pants, while Arthit wore a black shirt and black pants. We agreed that shooting in the room with casual clothes would look like our everyday life.

    “What about this hairstyle, should we set it?” Ter asked.

    “We probably won’t, how about you, Arthit?”

    “I won’t either, or should we style it a bit?”

    “It’s up to you.”

    “No, just leave it like this, it’s handsome enough. Let’s start taking photos.”    And then our pre-wedding photoshoot began, starting at the painting corner we just set up. North and Ter helped with the lighting equipment.

    “Just sit comfortably.” Cat said in a relaxed tone. I looked at the person beside me, and he looked at me at the same moment. We locked eyes and both smiled inadvertently, the shutter sound clicked. I looked down, feeling a bit shy, then looked up to smile at the camera.

    The first photo, we looked at each other and smiled.

    In the second photo, I slightly bowed my head while he kept looking at me. In the third, we smiled broadly, and in the fourth, our smiles were even wider. “Putting them together in one frame would be nice.” Said Cat. I nodded in agreement; the background of the first set was the wall where we painted together.    Normally, I would sit here drawing with him watching from the side. We took photos in that setting too.

    Next was by the window. We changed the curtains to white for a better look, sitting on the windowsill, looking at each other and then at the camera. Then we moved down to sit on the floor surrounded by the flowers we arranged together.

    Ter handed me a bouquet to hold.

    Cat would help us with the poses throughout. We had Arthit kneeling, bending down to kiss my forehead, surrounded by flowers and fluttering white curtains, all the elements making the photo even more beautiful.

    Next, we changed the pose to have Arthit sitting with his back against the wall, with me sitting between his legs, leaning against his chest, slightly raising my face so our noses touched. Then we moved to a couple more poses before shifting to the kitchen counter.

    I pretended to be cooking, turning my back to the camera but facing him. Arthit stood leaning against the counter, facing the camera but looking at me. We smiled at each other before the sound of the shutter clicked.

    “Want to take a break?” Cat asked. I nodded in response, slumping down onto the sofa.

    “How does it look?” Cat sat beside me, asking.

    “Okay, what about you, Cat?”

    “It’s fun getting to shoot a pre-wedding for friends like this.” He said with a smile, “What else do you usually do together when you’re in the room? So we can shoot more.”

    “We work, he watches over me, I watch over him when he works…watch TV, play games, read books together, stuff like that.” I listed what came to mind. “Then can we move to Phii Arthit’s studio? We could use musical instruments as props.”

    “Sure, there’s a piano too, a piano would be perfect.”

    “Then let’s have Phii Arthit play the piano, with Dao standing beside, watching.

    How’s that?”

    “Sounds good.” I nodded.

    We went to the studio as Cat suggested. There were various musical instruments, and I thought the piano would be the best. Arthit sat down as if he was playing the piano, and I stood watching beside him. Arthit unexpectedly kissed my hand, then we sat down to play together.

    Finally, Cat told us to close all the curtains and light scented candles around, wrapping us with string lights in the pitch-black room, where only the soft yellow light from the candles and small bulbs were visible. The atmosphere was quite romantic for me.

    “You can kiss now.” Cat said. Arthit immediately grabbed my waist and kissed me. Our lips met for a while, and after hearing the shutter click a few times, I tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t let go, pushing his hot tongue into my mouth.    I felt embarrassed because we weren’t alone, there were some teasing comments from those around us, and eventually, he pulled away.

    “Didn’t they say we could kiss?”

    “Just a peck would have been enough.” I answered softly so others wouldn’t hear, hiding my blushing face. This time, Cat had us sit on the floor, still wrapped in lights, changing poses slightly. Once done, we took off the lights and went to look at the pictures.

    “The lighting is beautiful.” I said, looking at the photos where our faces weren’t very clear because it was quite dim, but the soft yellow light made the tone of the picture very beautiful, especially the ones where we kissed; they were really good. “Let’s look at all the photos first and decide if they’re okay or if we need to take more. Actually, we could go outside to change locations.”

    “Uh, let’s look first.” I stood with Arthit looking at the photos on the camera, realizing that we had taken quite a few photos. “Are they okay?”

    “They’re okay, the photos turned out great. I never thought I could have such good photos.”

    “Just not making weird poses is good enough.” I said, “Let’s go shoot outside next.”

    “Okay.”

    We packed our equipment into the cars and headed outside. Two luxury cars drove together to find a shooting location. We stopped at beautiful spots outside, took photos with Arthit’s car, and the last photo had the sunset as the background, the sky turning brick red, with the sun’s rays shining on us as we stood embracing each other.    …

    Arthit

       I sat looking at the wedding favors and invitations in my hand, flipping them over with curiosity. Both were designed entirely by Dao. The wedding invitation had a watercolor painting of both of us. When you pulled out the inner sheet, my figure on the outer sheet would slide over to connect with Dao because the inner and outer sheets were connected at one point.

    The inner sheet had a drawing of the sun and Daotok together, with the details written in Dao’s beautiful handwriting. For the wedding favors, we spent a long time deciding what to give. Dao wanted something practical that everyone could use, so we chose something simple but high-quality, like fountain pens, which were quite expensive.

    We decided to have a traditional Thai wedding, with ceremonies like the procession with the dowry, the water-pouring blessing, making it a large event because my side had many guests – relatives, Direk’s guests, and my friends from various times in my life: high school friends, football friends, racing friends, drinking buddies, gaming friends, university friends, colleagues from the record label, and acquaintances from different generations.

    On Dao’s side, there were only friends like North, Ter, and Phoon, and his relatives.

    The groomsmen on my side were Hill, Fah, and Jo, while for Dao, they were those three friends.

    The wedding was held at a luxurious hotel, where Dao designed the layout, the decor, the menu with gourmet food, and there was also a live band. We had one day for the engagement and another for the wedding. Unfortunately, Dao’s side asked for a very low dowry, stating they needed nothing more than my love and care for Dao, which Direk absolutely refused to accept.

    I wanted Dao to redesign the wedding rings, but he said the ones I chose were perfect. So, we didn’t change or add anything.

    We’ve been preparing for the wedding since I proposed, and once Dao graduated, everything started moving quickly. Within a few months, all preparations were complete.

    I knew that not much would change between us after marriage since we were already living together like this. Marriage is just a way to honor and respect each other, to officially be life partners. Dao agreed to change his citizenship to American like mine so we could move together.

    I placed the wedding invitations and wedding favors on the table. After hearing the familiar voice calling me to eat.

    I woke up early because today was an important day for us, the engagement ceremony. We separated to get ready in our hotel rooms. I looked at myself in a dark gray suit. I don’t wear suits often because they’re uncomfortable, but today I couldn’t avoid it.

    My hair was slightly styled. I didn’t bother with makeup since I thought I was handsome enough as it is. Soon after, I heard the door, turned to see Jo and the others entering, three of them in suits similar in color to mine.

    “Ready?” Fah asked. I nodded in response, “We’ll start the procession soon.”    “Okay, but I’m so sleepy now, it’s damn early.” I grumbled a bit, “You guys are carrying the trays, right?”

    “Yeah.” Jo nodded, “But I won’t be the one to cheer.”

    “You have to cheer.” I teased, meaning I wanted Jo to be the one to cheer during the procession of the dowry, but he wouldn’t.

    “You’ve hired a band, haven’t you? They’ll cheer for you.”

    “I want you to do it.”

    “No way.”

    Direk arranged for these three to carry the trays instead of relatives. Jo carried the tray with cash, Fah carried the tray with gold, and Hill carried the tray with diamonds and a check. All together, the dowry for today amounted to about two hundred million.

    “I heard that when passing through the money gate and the gold gate, the gatekeepers can request anything from your side, my wife said she wants to see you breakdance.” Jo said. I turned to look at him immediately.

    “Fuck, since when can I breakdance?”

    “You can call a friend to do it.” Hill said, “I’ve seen others do it at other weddings.”

    “And who can breakdance?”

    “Terk might be able to, I’ve seen him post a clip.” Jo answered.

    “Yeah, then why make it so complicated? Just give them an envelope.” I complained. The money and gold gates, not so bad, but if we get to North’s gate, I don’t feel good about it, you’re definitely going to mess with me.

    Before we could talk any further, someone came to call for the dowry procession. Direk, in a black suit, was waiting with many envelopes in hand, someone handed me a bouquet of flowers, and Jo and the others picked up their trays. The procession was quite long because there were so many people.

    It started with the sound of cymbals and drums, and the procession began to move down the hotel corridor. We could see a crowd waiting at the end of the hallway. The first gate was North’s, standing with Dao’s relatives.

    The procession stopped in front of the door. North, in a white suit, took the floating microphone with a smile, using it so that all the guests could hear.    “As the first gate, and being a close friend of Dao for a long time, I want to test the attention you’ve paid to my friend. First question, what was the first movie we watched together?” North then handed the microphone to me. I took it, puzzled, my brain trying to recall the answer but coming up blank.

    Damn, North, what kind of question is that? I can’t remember, man.

    I whispered back:

    “I can’t.”

    North held back his laughter, whispering:

    “I don’t know either, just answer something, come on.”

    “Alright, I thought you had asked Dao about this.”

    “Yeah, I asked, but I forgot, quickly, answer.”

    “Uh…a horror movie about a witch, but I can’t remember the name.” I answered with what my brain could muster. North smiled immediately.

    “Next question, what does Dao like?”

    “The cat.”

    “What part of Dao do you think is the most charming?”

    “Uh…every part, but especially his lips.” My answer was met with loud teasing from others in the procession.

    “The first place you traveled together?”

    “San Francisco.”

    “Okay, this shows you really care for my dear friend. So, before you can pass, I’d like at least twenty envelopes.” After North finished speaking, everyone in the procession waited to see if Direk was generous enough. I turned to see Direk counting out thirty envelopes into North’s hands without a second thought.

    And we passed through the first gate, the second gate was Ter’s.

    “I want to test your physical strength to see if you can protect and take care of my friend. Do twenty push-ups.”

    I handed the flowers to Direk to hold for me, then got down to the floor and started doing push-ups, completing twenty with ease and speed.

    “Okay, you pass, but…initially, I wanted to ask for just four or five items, but since the first gate got so much, the second gate doesn’t want to be outdone. I’ll ask for…fifteen envelopes.”

    Then Direk counted out twenty envelopes. We arrived at the third gate, which was Phoon’s.

    “I want to see you dance. If it’s to my liking, I’ll let you pass.” Phoon’s words made me freeze, amidst the cheering from the crowd around.

    “I can’t dance.” I turned to say.

    “Just a little bit is fine.”

    “Can we change it to thirty envelopes?” I started to negotiate, dancing was something I was absolutely not good at, but my serious expression and negotiation meant nothing.

    “Just dance. It’ll be quick.”

    “Can I call for help?”

    “Oh…sure.”

    “North!”

    “Huh, huh, what’s up, Phii?” North ran over from the crowd at the back, looking at me with confusion.

    “Dance for me.”

    “Come on, what dance?”

    “Just dance whatever.”

    “Ugh.”

    The drumbeat quickened for North to dance. The short guy in front started moving his arms and legs. After just a glance, I felt itchy all over. Fuck, my brother, Jo, what did your wife make you do? The dance moves were so annoying, damn it. Laughter filled the air with delight. Soon, the dance, which was incredibly kickable, ended.

    “You pass, this is the last gate. So, I won’t ask for much. But it’s up to the groom’s side to decide how much to give.”

    “Fifty envelopes, give them all.” Direk said.

    And another cheer rose up once we passed all the gates. It was time for me to go get Dao from the room.

    After the dowry was arranged neatly, I stood at the door with the bouquet in hand, opened the door, and saw Dao in a matching suit sitting inside, giving me his usual sweet smile. I stepped in, kneeling in front of Dao.

    Dao smiled wider, taking the flowers. I leaned in to kiss his forehead softly before standing up, took Dao’s hand to walk out of the room, and we sat down next to the table full of dowry trays. Behind us were our elders, my grandparents, Direk, Dao’s Papa, Dao’s Daddy, and Dao’s grandmother.

    We sat in front of many people watching us, with multiple cameras recording the moment. After a while, the emcee announced it was time to exchange rings.    I glanced at the person beside me, my heart full of happiness. Dao looked just as happy, his sweet face beaming with joy.

    I gently took his hand, slowly putting the ring on his ring finger. After putting on the ring, Dao bowed, leaning down to place his head in my lap. I stroked his head affectionately, and then it was Dao’s turn to put the ring on me. I extended my left hand, and Dao carefully slipped the silver ring onto my finger.

    And now…do I have to bow to Dao too?

    As I was about to bow, Direk nudged me with his foot. I saw Dao trying to hold back his laughter, and the guests burst into laughter, indicating that I didn’t need to bow like that. Oh, well, I respect my husband, how can I let him bow to me alone?

    Isn’t that unfair to him?

    I raised my hands to bow and slowly knelt down. Dao, unsure what to do, just leaned in to hug me, preventing me from bowing further. The excitement grew louder, the sound of shutters clicking was intense, and Dao patted my back gently.

    “Thank you.” He whispered sweetly.

    I thought that was enough and pulled back. Then it was time to give garlands to our elders; no microphone was needed here. We started from the right with my grandfather first.

    “Arthit…finally, my grandson is getting married properly. I couldn’t imagine the day you’d get married, but here it is. You’ve found someone you love who loves you back. All I want to bless you with is for this love to last long. No matter what you face, be considerate, respect each other, and take care of one another.”    Next was my grandmother.

    “The only grandchild of mine, this old grandma, is very happy that you’re getting married. I congratulate both of you. You two are very suitable for each other. May you love each other for a long time, my child.”    Then it was Direk.

    “Arthit, on such an important day like this, I’m very happy, do you know? I just want you to be happy in life. If you love someone, I only ask that person to love you back just as much, and Nong Dao is that person. Both of you are well-suited for each other. In the future, there might be many hardships. I just ask that you never abandon each other. As long as my only son is happy and well, I have no more worries.”

    I bowed to Direk with the garland in hand, then moved to Dao’s grandma, followed by his Papa and Daddy. Once this part of the ceremony was over, it was time for the water blessing ritual.

    We sat side by side, extending our hands forward for the blessing with water, receiving many well-wishes from the elders. It took quite some time to finish, after which we took photos with the guests, marking the end of the event.

    We all returned to the hotel room we had booked, exhausted. Jo and the others helped carry the wedding envelopes.

    “No ceremony for the groom to take the bride home?” North asked.

    “No. There’s no bridal chamber around here, and going back to the house would be too much trouble, so we skipped it.”

    “But I liked the part where you bowed to your wife.” Jo teased, and others laughed along.

    “Yeah, truly admirable.”

    “Of course. Whatever anyone says, I respect my wife.” I said proudly. It’s my wedding, I can do whatever I want, “But about your dance moves, where did you learn them?”

    “How was my step?”

    “Itchy as hell.”

    “Heh, that was the point.” North raised an eyebrow, pleased with himself, “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have passed Phoon’s gate.”

    “Yeah, your dance steps were useful after all. What do you say, Jo?”

    “Pretty cute.”

    “Whatever your wife does, it’s good.”

    “The guy who bowed to his wife at the engagement shouldn’t tease me, I’m trying so hard not to laugh, you bastard.” Jo teased, “Model husband.”

    “Will you bow at your wedding, Jo?”

    “No, no, no, no.” North interjected immediately, “Please don’t, I beg you.”

    “And when are you guys getting married?”

    “In Thailand, you still can’t get married. You might have to wait for the law to change or find a way to change nationality.” Hill said, petting his wife sitting on the sofa while he leaned against it.

    “I proposed to North before you, but you got married before me, damn it.” Jo complained with a frustrated look.

    “And you, Fah?” I turned to ask Fah.

    “Same as Hill.”

    “Oh.”

    “…”

    We chatted a bit more before they left the room. Now it was just the two of us. I moved closer, pushed Dao down onto the bed, and kissed him immediately.

    “Wait, let’s shower first.”

    “Okay, let’s do it in the bathroom.”

    “…”

    The shower sex took nearly half an hour. Dao fell asleep while we were soaking in warm water together. I carried the smaller person out, dried us off, dressed us, and even blow-dried his hair. After everything was done, I led him to the bed, pulled him into a hug, and gently kissed his forehead.

    “I’m so happy today, thank you…I love you so much.”

       Arthit

       I scrolled through the photos from our engagement ceremony that the photographer sent. Cat was one of the photographers but couldn’t shoot the whole time because he had to hold the money and gold gates as well. It was a pity I had to wait inside, so I didn’t see the procession, but at least there were photos to look at.

    North said that each envelope Uncle gave contained a thousand baht, so North, Ter, and Cat all got a lot of money. Of course, they had to share it with my relatives who helped hold the gates.

    I saved all those photos on my device before posting them on social media to share the good memories. Arthit’s Instagram was full of pictures from the event, with many likes and comments. There were also journalists at the event because Arthit is quite famous, and those photos were featured in many news articles.    In a few days, it will be the wedding. For the after-party, we invited many artist friends to add color and fun to the event, and Arthit will also perform.    “Shall we practice?” Arthit asked as he walked in. I looked away from the computer screen to look at him.

    “Uh.”

    We agreed to play music during the after-party, with me on the guitar and Arthit on the drums, to add a little color to the event. We’d play about three of Arthit’s songs. Although it wasn’t a lot to play, it was my first time playing guitar in front of a large crowd, which made me a bit nervous.

    “What if I make a mistake during the performance?” I asked.

    “It’s fine. Who’s going to say anything about it?”

    “I might feel a bit embarrassed though.”

    “Don’t think too much about it, it’s our wedding, just relax.” Arthit said. I nodded in understanding, and we continued to practice.

    Finally, our wedding day arrived. Since it was an evening event, we got ready in the afternoon, checking around to ensure everything was in place. The ceremony was held in the large hall of the hotel, adorned with many fresh flowers. The guest tables were neatly arranged, covered with clean white cloths, with areas designated for food and desserts.

       I had designed what I wanted and where to arrange things, but when it was set up, it turned out even more beautiful than I had imagined.

       At the entrance to the event, our pre-wedding photos were displayed in wellframed pictures. I stood looking at myself in the photos for a while; our smiles and gazes brought a warm feeling to my heart.

       I’ve been very happy since the day he proposed. There might not be much change since we already live together as we did before, but now we’ll be legally married, which is a way to honor and respect each other.

       Whenever I look at the ring on my ring finger, I can’t help but smile.

       On the day our marriage registration was completed, I couldn’t help but cry with joy. I never thought that one day I would marry someone and move in together.    Soon, we were called to get ready. I changed into my outfit in the dressing room, wearing a white tuxedo with a black trim on the chest, a black bow tie, and black trousers. My hair was slightly styled to look neat; this suit was tailored specifically for the wedding. It didn’t feel as strange as when I first tried it on, but I was still not quite used to it.

       The sound of the door opening made me turn to see North and the others walking in, with North holding some snacks and chewing.

       “Dao, these macarons are delicious.”

    “Hmm, the chef is famous, enjoy it to the fullest.”

    “Don’t tell him to eat to the fullest. He’ll eat until there’s nothing left by the end of the event.” North said, shaking his head slightly.

    “It’s fine, there’s plenty of food and desserts prepared.”

    Just like at the engagement, everyone was wearing outfits in the same color as mine.

    “The event starts in another twenty minutes, guests are coming, you need to go out and greet them.” Said North. I nodded in understanding.

    “Yeah, North, you’ll be singing at the after-party too, right?” Cat asked, furrowing his brows.

    “I have to thank Phii Arthit for recognizing my talent, giving me a chance to shine. I’ve been practicing a lot too, ask Phii Jo, I’ve been singing the same few songs over and over these past few days.” North said confidently, “But I’m actually quite nervous. I’ve sung in front of a lot of people before, but that was just karaoke at a party.”

    “You’ll sing just like when you’re in the room with me. When we’re together, you sing all day and night, to the point where I can’t even listen to the original versions of some songs anymore, it’s not familiar, I have to listen to your version of North’s voice.” Ter complained with a pout.

    “Ha, you’ve been completely brainwashed by me, Ter.”

    “By the way, Dao, North went to help the lighting crew at the stage.” Said Cat. I turned to look at North, who was standing with his arms crossed, looking proud.

    “Really? And the technician couldn’t do it?”

    “No, they were waiting for another technician who could fix it, and I was nearby so I heard it and offered to help so we wouldn’t waste time waiting. And I actually fixed it, damn, I feel like a genius.”

    “Deserving of studying electrical engineering.” I praised.

    “Of course, if I couldn’t do it, I’d lose all my face as Phii Jo’s student, hahaha, spread the word about this, Phoon, let everyone know how good I am.”

    “You’re such a show-off.” Cat shook his head gently, “It’s time to go outside, I guess.”

    “Okay.” I answered, and we all headed outside. I saw Arthit coming out from the dressing room as well. Arthit was in a black tuxedo, with a black bow tie, and black pants; black suits him well, and in this outfit, he looked even better. I was lightly styled to look elegant, similar to my hair.

    I wore white, while Arthit wore black. Even though they are opposite colors, they matched well.

    Arthit’s other friends were also dressed in black.

    “This suit really suits you.” Arthit complimented as soon as I got close.

    “Uh, same for you Arthit.”

    “I thought I wouldn’t look good in this kind of suit, with my usual style and all.”    “It looks good…just that the bow tie is a bit crooked.” I said, reaching out to straighten his bow tie, hearing the shutter sound from behind; it was Cat taking another sneaky shot.

    “I couldn’t help but capture that moment, hah, that shot just now.” Cat smiled.    We stood at the entrance to greet the guests. There were people sitting at a table to receive the envelopes from guests and hand out wedding favors. Arthit and I bowed to the guests as they arrived, which allowed me to meet everyone. Many were Arthit’s friends whom I didn’t know, many were Uncle’s guests, and only a few were my relatives since I don’t know many people, and the relatives invited were those we were close to.

    After a while, I saw Phii Meen in a long white dress walking towards us with a beaming smile. I immediately smiled back.

    “Wow. You both look great, congratulations. As Nong Dao’s mother and someone who has witnessed your relationship from the beginning, I’m genuinely happy. Finally, someone like Arthit has settled down.” Phii Meen said cheerfully.

    “Yeah, put a lot in the envelope.”

    “Oh, my, congratulations for real. Since you moved rooms, we haven’t seen each other much. I’ll go to the party now, but I must catch the bouquet later.”    “Okay.” I smiled.

    “When are you getting a new husband?” Arthit asked, frowning.

    “Why? Whoever moves on, moves on. I haven’t, I still love only one person, what’s wrong with that?”

    “Nothing, and why do you want to catch the bouquet?”

    “For marriage in the next life.”

    “Why are you in such a hurry to catch it?”

    “I just want to catch it, why do you care?”

    “I don’t care, you just love to tease me.”

    “Hah.” then Phii Meen turned to smile at me, “I’m going in now, my child.”    Before Phii Meen entered with her female friends, we greeted guests for quite some time until it was time to enter the event.

    We walked towards the dressing room first, waiting for the ceremony to start.

    The sound of the emcee came on, starting with introductions, with two emcees, a man and a woman.

    “We have the honor of being the emcees for the wedding celebration of Sivarach Akkharakijwattakul and Saranyapat Kittivanit. Please welcome our bridegroom couple tonight.”

    “Let’s give them a big round of applause.”

    The sound of applause filled the hall. I felt nervous, gripping Arthit’s hand tightly. The team waiting for us clapped and cheered in celebration.

    We walked through the door to find many guests standing and waiting for us, leaving a path down the middle for us to walk. Almost everyone held up their phones to take pictures, with many journalists’ cameras pointed our way, creating a truly festive atmosphere.

    The six groomsmen followed us in a procession, holding flowers. We walked through the crowd along the aisle, occasionally looking at the cameras hoping to capture beautiful moments.

    My heart was beating fast with joy as I looked at the person beside me, filled with happiness.

    My groom…

    We smiled at each other, and at that moment, numerous cameras captured the scene.

    Flower petals were scattered along our path. Before long, we reached the stage, with many guests gathered in front of it, while others took their seats at tables.    Once on the stage, we could see the overall view of the event; our wedding was indeed a grand affair with so many guests.

    The female emcee handed me a microphone, my hand cold as I took it. The male emcee beside her handed one to Arthit as well.

    “Before we say anything else, may I ask if you’re nervous?” the female emcee asked with a wide smile. I brought the microphone close to my lips before responding.

    “Very nervous.”

    “And you, Khun Arthit?”

    “I’m also very nervous.”

    “Sir, I would like to ask about the day you proposed, what made Khun Arthit decide to propose to Khun Dao?” the male emcee asked Arthit. I looked at him, eagerly waiting for his answer.

    “Because of love, deciding to propose to Dao wasn’t hard at all. I just thought I wanted to be with him, so once I decided, I went to pick out a ring. After that, I came back to propose to him. It was that simple; I had decided from the beginning that it had to be him.” Arthit’s answer elicited cheers and teasing from the guests.    “And how about you, Khun Dao? At the moment you decided to say yes, what were you thinking?”

    “Oh…it’s similar. It wasn’t hard to say yes because I had promised myself I would always be with him, no matter when or where, when he proposed. I was just stunned and then agreed without much thought, that’s all.”

    “Yes, that’s very sweet, both of you. And Khun Arthit, what about Khun Dao impresses you?”

    “I’m impressed by everything about him, his character, his personality, the way he speaks, how he takes care of me, and pays attention to me. Dao is the only one who can calm down someone as hot-headed as me. He’s always there when I turn around. At first, it wasn’t an instant impression, but I started to admire him more and more as we got to know each other, and eventually, I fell in love with him.”

    “Wow, that’s very impressive. And what about Khun Dao? What about Khun

    Arthit impresses you?”

    “He’s cheerful, he’s lively, and being with him is fun. He’s easy-going, but when it comes to me, he becomes serious. He always loves and takes care of me. He hasn’t changed since the day he confessed his love. No matter what happens, he thinks of me first. He’s warm and cute in his own way, that’s what I admire about him.”

    “Yes, may I ask, where and when did you first meet?”

    “We first met because we were renting adjacent rooms.” I answered, “I had the chance to help him. At that time, we knew each other a little, and that was probably the beginning of his affection for me.”

    “Is that true?”

    “Yes.” Arthit nodded, “Because of that incident, he helped me a lot. I got to know him better and started to take interest, then I began to like him.”

    “And how did Khun Arthit court Khun Dao after that?”

    “Oh…he was persistent.” I said, laughing as I remembered the past, “At first, I wasn’t interested in love and rejected him, but he said I didn’t have to like him back, he just wanted to be by my side. After that, I started to open my heart because of his sincerity and seriousness.”

    “That’s very romantic.” the female emcee smiled shyly, “What was the first place you went to together?”

    “San Francisco.” I answered, “Not exactly for tourism, because I went to help him with some errands there, right from when we first got to know each other.”    “Ah, I see, and do either of you have anything to say to each other now? Please go ahead.”

    “Yes.” I started speaking first, looking towards Arthit. Our eyes met, “As I often tell you , thank you. I’ve said thank you hundreds of times because I truly feel that way, feeling like no amount of thanks is enough. I never imagined myself being loved and cared for by someone. I never thought about myself getting married. Arthit is the one who fills everything, making each day more meaningful.”

    “I used to be afraid of love because of past disappointments, but with you Arthit, I thought it would be okay. you would never make me hurt. you keep every promise you made. I want to say thank you, really thank you.”

    I bit my lip to hold back the tears that had started to well up at some point. Arthit gently wiped my tears away.

    “I also want to thank Dao for coming into my life. Dao you have always pushed and supported me in everything. I am who I am today because of Dao. Thank you for being by my side, thank you for being my happiness every day. I will love and take care of you like this forever.”

    The applause was overwhelming after our speeches.

    “Do you two have anything more to say?” asked the emcee, inviting us to continue.

    “Yes, I would like to thank everyone for attending our event today.” I began addressing the guests, “We are both very happy that everyone took the time to come to our wedding, thank you so much. I’d like to thank the Kittiwarnich family, my small family. Thank you, grandma, for raising and teaching me well, thank you, Papa, for always caring and being attentive, thank you, mother, for looking after me, and thank you, Gavin, for always being by my side.”

    “And thank you to the Akkharakijwattakul family for the warm welcome and for taking good care of me. Thank you to everyone involved in making this day possible.”

    “Khun Arthit, please.”

    “I want to thank my father and my family for raising and nurturing me well. Without my father, I wouldn’t be here today. Thank you to Dao’s family for their warm welcome, for believing in me, for giving me Dao to love, and for allowing us to marry.”

    “Thank you to all the guests who came today, thank you to all my friends for taking the time to be here. This is a day where I am very happy.”

    “Please, a round of applause for our grooms.” the female emcee’s voice rang out, followed by another round of thunderous applause, “Next, we invite the fathers of both grooms to come up and give their blessings.”

    Then, Uncle Direk in his black suit walked up to the stage amidst applause from the guests.

    “Hello, honorable guests. I am Direk Akkharakijwattakul, the father of Arthit. I might speak a bit long because this is a day I’m extremely happy about.”    “Arthit is my only son. From the day he was born into this world, I promised myself to love and take care of him the best I could. After my wife passed away, it was just the two of us. I told myself I would do everything to ensure he never felt like he was missing anything.”

    “Perhaps because I indulged him in everything, Arthit became quite self-willed and a bit mischievous, but I ask only one thing: don’t cause trouble for others. My sole desire is for him to be happy every day, doing what he wants to do.”

    “Dao is the one who made Arthit brave enough to follow his dreams, leading him to become the famous artist he is today. Dao supports him from behind in every success. I am very happy that they both love each other and have decided to stay together. They might differ in some ways, but it’s a perfect match: one is hot, the other cool; one is self-willed, the other indulgent, like pieces that fit together perfectly.”

    “I wish for them to love each other like this forever. No matter what obstacles come their way, may they overcome them. I want to thank  Dao for coming into Arthit’s life, for taking care of him and being attentive. Thank you to Dao’s family as well, thank you.”

    We clapped for Uncle’s words, and when he turned to us, we bowed in thanks.

    Then it was my aunt’s turn to speak.

    “Hello. I am Thasakon Kittivanit, Nong Dao’s father. First of all, I want to thank all the distinguished guests for attending my son’s wedding today, just like Direk. I might speak a bit longer than planned.”

    “Nong Dao is also my only son. Dao is quite quiet, not one to talk much or socialize with others, he likes drawing and reading, almost like he lives in his own world, making it very hard for him to open up to someone.”

    “But Arthit broke through that wall and stepped in. I knew that anyone Dao would open up to would be extraordinary, and that turned out to be true when I got to know him. Arthit is an exceptional person, he’s both talented and capable, cheerful, articulate, and gets along with everyone, so our family adores him.”

    “With his sincerity, our family agreed quite easily to let our only son marry him. After they started dating, Dao seemed much happier, from someone who rarely smiled to someone who smiles often, from someone who spoke little to someone much more talkative.”

    “I was very worried about Dao, but knowing he has someone to look after him like this, I can relax. I know he will never make my son unhappy. I want to wish them both a long-lasting love and much happiness in their married life.”    After my Papa finished speaking, applause rang out again. We didn’t forget to bow in thanks, and then she stepped down from the stage.

    “Yes, and now it’s time for our bridegroom couple to cut the cake, symbolizing the start of a smooth life together.”

    “Yes, please come forward.”

    Then Arthit took my hand and led me to the cake. Together, we held the knife, slowly cutting into the large white cake.

    After cutting the cake, the emcee invited all the single people to stand in front of the stage to catch the bouquet. I turned my back and threw the bouquet behind me. After throwing it, I quickly turned to see who caught it. I saw Phii Meen spreading her arms to block others, and in the end, she was the one who caught it.    “Squeal! Got it!” Phii Meen’s voice rang out with joy, and everyone applauded in celebration. Then it was time for the after-party. The emcee told us to go rest and get ready.

    We walked back to the dressing room. This time, we used the same room.

    “We’re about to party, I’m so excited.” I said as I took off my tuxedo.

    “There’s a surprise too.”

    “Hmm?”

    “It’s a surprise for you. I’ve never surprised you before. So, there’s a little surprise.”

    “Oh, I’m a little excited now.”

    “Just wait and see.”

    We changed into casual, comfortable clothes and went outside to find that all the lights had been dimmed significantly, replaced by colorful moving lights, and the music had changed from the initial soft tunes to something more upbeat.    The first performer was Arthit himself. He stood in the center of the stage with male dancers in black hoodies. As he started singing, the dancers moved to the beat. I stood beside, cheering him on.

    He’s so cool…

    The way he held the microphone, every slight movement was charming. People in the event were swaying to the fun rhythm of the song. After a while, Arthit walked towards me, took my hand, and led me to the middle of the stage, singing while hugging me. When he finished the verse, he turned and kissed my cheek, eliciting loud cheers and teasing from everyone.

    Then other artists took the stage to sing, some from Arthit’s label, others famous artists. Most were international artists, but of course, many Thai people would recognize them. Arthit joined in for every song.

    I went down to stand with friends at the front of the stage.

    “How’s it going?” I nudged Ter, who was swaying to the beat.

    “It’s so fun, amazing, Dao. You got so many artists of this caliber to come. It’s like a concert of top artists, it’s the best.”

    “Exactly.” Cat added, “Such a surprise. Isn’t Dao going to sing too?”

    “I can’t sing, I’ll just stand here and support.”

    “Phii Arthit was so cool, especially with the first song he sang with dancers, the performance was great.” Ter complimented. I nodded and smiled in acknowledgment. Soon, the song ended, and it was our turn, mine and Arthit’s, to perform. I played as we had practiced, and it seemed everyone enjoyed it. After we got off the stage, we went around to ask for feedback.

    “How was it?”

    “It was great, Dao was really good. We didn’t know Dao could play the guitar so well, from what we overheard, everyone was surprised. They said they didn’t expect both grooms to be so musically talented, you match each other perfectly.” Ter said. I nodded in understanding.

    Then it was North’s turn to sing. North has a naturally beautiful voice, so there was no issue. Although he seemed a bit stiff at first, he did well.

    Then came the final performance, Arthit’s voice announced:

    “I have a little surprise before the event ends, please welcome Jill Winston!” As Arthit finished speaking, everyone in the venue cheered excitedly. The stage lights focused on a man walking out from behind the stage. I stared in astonishment, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

    North, standing next to me, shook my arm vigorously.

    “You, you, fuck, Jill! Jill Winston, damn, isn’t he super famous? Fuck, this is so worth it, him being at this event!”

    I looked at the person on stage without responding.

    “Jill is a special guest for this event. I brought him to surprise Dao because Dao really likes this artist. Dao, come up here.” Arthit called through the microphone. I slowly walked onto the stage. Jill was the solo artist I admired the most; he was one of my inspirations to learn guitar.

    I’ve always wanted to go to one of his concerts, he’s incredibly famous, known as one of the top artists in the world.

    Jill greeted me with a smile. I greeted him back, being close to my favorite artist made me quite awkward. I wanted to express my admiration and say I’ve been a fan for many years, but I was too shy to speak.

    “Thank you.” I turned to thank Arthit, giving him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you, which made the guests scream even louder.

    Soon, Jill began to sing. I stepped back off the stage and watched his performance closely. I heard people around me saying how amazing it was to have Jill here, that this was the best wedding they had ever attended. Hearing this, I couldn’t help but smile.

    After singing three songs, Jill thanked us for the invitation and gave us his blessings, and the after-party ended with fun and memorable moments.

    The guests gradually left. It was time for us to rest. I felt more exhausted than I did at the engagement. Arthit had been supporting me back to the room since who knows when.

    “Do you want me to help you shower?”

    “Uh, please.”

    And then Arthit took care of bathing and dressing me. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was ready to fall asleep, but I couldn’t help but notice Arthit bringing in a large bag into the bedroom.

    “What’s that?”

    “Envelopes, we need to count them first.”

    “Oh…uh, let’s see.”

    Arthit sat leaning against the bed. I moved closer, lying down with my head on his shoulder.

    “Damn, Jo, three million in cash, I’m not kidding, he’s truly Jo.”

    “He’s amazing.”

    “Fah and Hill each gave a hundred thousand. That’s pretty good. Oh, they put it in their and their wives’ names.”

    “That’s still quite a lot, a hundred thousand is already a lot.” I said, and then Arthit continued to open more envelopes. Some had a lot, some had less, all mixed together. “Arthit.”

    “Hmm?”

    I moved my face closer, gently kissing his cheek.

    “Happy wedding day.”

    Arthit turned to meet my lips, his hot tongue exploring my mouth, our tongues intertwining for a long time, stirring up emotions. He slowly broke the kiss.

    “Happy wedding day.”

    Arthit stood up, made me lie on my back, and straddled me. He leaned down, nuzzling into my neck. I tilted my head slightly to give him better access.

    “Will anything change, Arthit?”

    “Nothing will change, I’ve never changed and won’t change. I’ve told you that before, right?”

    “Uh. I’m the same.”

    “Hmm, I know, I love you a lot.”

    “Uh, I love you too, my dear husband.”

     

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