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  • YOURSKY, Chapter 5

    YOURSKY, Chapter 5

       YOURSKY, Chapter 5

    In this universe, how many people can make our hearts race?

    “…”

    If I had to count right now, there’s one person…

    “Your cheeks aren’t red anymore…”

    And that one person in this universe is Muenfah.

    If he could turn back time, Theerak would absolutely refuse to drink that glass of liquor, even if it meant getting punched by Phii Oh. Because that glass of liquor is the reason his heart still flutters to this day.

    But no matter how hard his heart beats, Theerak has to force himself to wrap everything up.

    “I want to thank you, Phii Fah, for helping me that day.”

    “…”

    “…And I also want to apologize for almost getting you in trouble. If Phii

    Oh had pressed charges, the one who caused you trouble would’ve been me,

    Rak.”

    “Anything else you want to say?”

    “Are you in a hurry, Phii Fah?…”

    “…”

    “Uh, I’m not trying to bother you, Phii Fah. I asked that because your question made me feel like you have to rush off to do something else.” Theerak waved both hands frantically, trying to explain his true intentions to the other party.

    At first, he’d asked without thinking, but upon reflection, he wanted to slap himself. That question didn’t sound cute at all—it was more like he was trying to provoke Muenfah.

    Theerak couldn’t read the other’s mind because Muenfah rarely showed emotions on his face. His handsome features were usually calm and lifeless. He smiled occasionally, but those smiles were so faint that if you didn’t pay close attention, you wouldn’t even notice. Theerak thought that if it weren’t for Muenfah’s perfectly sculpted face, many girls would’ve stopped swooning over him and turned to someone more playful and charming— someone who could make their hearts flutter more easily.

    Muenfah didn’t respond. He simply glanced at the watch on his wrist before looking up at Theerak again. At that moment, Theerak realized he didn’t have much time left. He was about to invite Muenfah to dinner at his house as per his father’s request, but Muenfah cut in first.

    “I have one hour of personal time left before the restaurant opens…”

    “I know you have work to do, Phii Fah…”

    “That one hour I have left… do you want all of it, Rak?”

    “…”

    Muenfah probably didn’t realize that his question had mercilessly yanked Theerak’s soul out of his body. Right now, Theerak was just an empty shell. It wouldn’t be surprising if he answered slowly—or not at all.

    “So, what do you say… If you don’t want to stay and talk for the hour, I can drop you off at home. How’s that?”

    “Uh…” He really wanted to answer Muenfah, but his brain wasn’t cooperating at all.

    “…”

    “Actually, staying here for an hour is fine with me, since I have to wait for

    Phii Babe to pick me up anyway.”

    Muenfah nodded in acknowledgment. He pulled out his wallet and placed it on the table alongside his phone, making it clear to Theerak that he was prepared to spend the remaining hour with him.

    “When I asked if there was anything else you wanted to say, it’s because I also have something to talk about. I’d like us to finish one at a time so we can clear things up properly, step by step.”

    “So that’s how it is…”

    “So, does you have anything else to say?”

    “Actually, yes… my dad wants to invite you to have dinner at our house.

    He said he’d like to thank you in person.”

    “It’s just a small thing, no need for thanks. But since he’s inviting me like this, I won’t refuse. Plus, I was already planning to thank him myself for not pressing charges against Phii Oh, worried that I’d get dragged into trouble too…”

    “…”

    “When?”

    “Tomorrow. Because Dad’s off work only until tomorrow. It’d probably be in the afternoon. Is that okay with you, Phii Fah?”

    “Sure, I’ll come by tomorrow then.”

    “…” Theerak nodded slightly, staring at Muenfah—someone many described as intimidating. In truth, this Muenfah, who belonged to everyone, was so kind and polite that he didn’t dare act stubborn with him anymore.

    “Where’d that stubborn kid from earlier go?”

    “The stubborn kid can’t handle cool air, you see. Once he gets some AC, the stubbornness disappears.”

    Theerak’s reply made the usually expressionless face react. The corners of Muenfah’s mouth lifted slightly into a faint smile. Did Muenfah even realize that his barely noticeable smile could draw one from him too?

    I made Phii Fah smile, huh.

    “I am done with my part. It’s your turn now, Phii Fah.”

    Muenfah nodded before speaking. “As for the thanks, I’ll personally thank your dad myself since I’ll have the chance. But there are two other things I wanted to talk to you about.”

    “…”

    “First… I don’t know if Dom already told you about this before you came here, but I’m guessing he didn’t, since he said it’d be better for me to clear it up with you myself. My business partner lied to the customers in the shop that day, saying we were a couple. And one of them was a friend from my group who misunderstood too. My friends will probably ask or tease you about it when they see you at university. So, I wanted to apologize because it might make things awkward for you.”

    “…”

    “But don’t worry too much. Most of the customers who heard about it that day aren’t university kids we know—they’re all working adults. As for Phii Oh’s friends, Real said they didn’t hear it. It’s just Tim, a friend from my group, who believes we’re secretly dating, and maybe a few others since Tim told them. But I’ve already denied it, saying it’s not true. They’ll lose interest soon enough.”

    “Yes.”

    “I am sorry, okay? I’m also apologizing on behalf of Real. He said those things because he wanted people to think I was protecting my partner, so it wouldn’t look too bad. But no matter how we try to explain it, that day I really was out of line, and I admit it.”

    Did Muenfah realize how adorably he spoke? Theerak was now convinced that someone already so good-looking—beyond what he thought possible— could make themselves exponentially more charming with the sweet, carefully chosen words he used for each person he talked to.

    Theerak didn’t know how childish or innocent he seemed in Muenfah’s eyes for the older man to use such gentle words, as if speaking to a threeyear-old.

    But in reality, Muenfah had beaten up Phii Oh so badly his teeth broke. When Theerak first saw Phii Oh at his house, he was shocked and thought it wasn’t surprising that Phii Oh’s father was furious. Before coming here,

    Theerak had secretly thought Muenfah might be some kind of violent thug.

    But from what he’d experienced today that line— “That day, I was really out of line, and I admit it”—made him seem like a delinquent who deserved forgiveness.

    “I understand everything now, including Phii Real. At first, I heard about this from Phii Tim, and I was a little upset with Phii Real for telling people like that. But now I’m not mad at anyone anymore… I understand you too,

    Phii Fah.”

    “You heard it from Tim?”

    Theerak nodded before saying, “Yes, I found out from Phii Tim, not from Phii Dom. Phii Tim misunderstood that we were together, so he came to ask me to help…”

    “Help hold the cake at the birthday party, right?”

    “Yes.”

    Muenfah sighed, glancing at his phone buzzing with constant message notifications. Someone sending those texts was annoying him right now. Then he turned his attention back to the person in front of him. “The last thing I wants to say to you is… I want you to take good care of yourself.

    Don’t trust people too easily.”

    “Y-Yes, Phii Fah.”

    “And from now on, if anyone asks you to do something for them, think it over carefully first. Don’t agree right away—especially if it’s someone asking you to talk to me on their behalf like this again.”

    “Even though I nodded to Phii Tim, I never planned to come ask you, Phii Fah. It’s not something I should do. I know that… And I also know you already turned Phii Tim down. How could I ask you to do something you don’t want to? If I did that, I’d be way too cruel.”

    Muenfah sighed again as he watched the smaller figure explain in a rush without pausing for breath. Those almond-shaped eyes, which had once met his gaze confidently, were now lowered to the dark brown table, seemingly out of fear. “Am I scaring you right now?”

    “Well… a little, yes. Because just now, your voice got stern, and your eyes started looking strict too.”

    The owner of those chubby-cheeks admitted it, and his avoidance of eye contact confirmed he was genuinely starting to feel scared.

    “I am sorry, okay? I was upset with Tim for using you… Stop being scared and look at me, please.”

    Muenfah gave a faint smile when those eyes finally met his again.

    “From now on, I will be more careful, think things through, and not agree to things so easily. And Phii Fah, you’re not allowed to scold me like you did earlier, okay?”

    “Yes, I won’t scold.”

    “…” Muenfah’s reply made Theerak grin so wide his eyes squinted.

    “Whatever you want me to do, if it’s really what you want, I; Phii Fah will do it.”

    Muenfah knew he wasn’t great at indulging people—most of the time, he’d choose to say no. But when it came to Theerak, he suddenly became someone who couldn’t refuse and found himself wanting to indulge him instead.

    But only with this one person.

    “When you get stern, it’s scary, but yours is kind of cute.”

    Muenfah raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Someone like me can be cute?”

    “Of course! In my eyes, you Phii Fah have a cute side.”

    “Panli said his chubby-cheeked friend is a total flatterer… seems like it’s true.”

    “Li’s such a gossip.”

    The smaller guy spoke softly, wrinkling his nose in mild annoyance. Muenfah wanted to reach out and pinch that little nose off, but he could only keep his hands resting on his thighs as usual, letting his thoughts flow with his true feelings.

    What kind of person is this… so small like a puppy, but as cute as the whole world?

    Theerak knew that both he and Muenfah had run out of things to talk about. Everything had been cleared up and settled in just a few minutes. And because the creeping silence in the glass room kept nudging him to think of new conversation topics, Theerak decided to pull out a simple, unintentional question that popped into his head to ask the other.

    “Phii Fah, Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?”

    “Yes, that’s it…”

    “…”

    Muenfah answered with simple words. He seemed like he wanted to say something more but stayed quiet, which caused our conversation to be replaced by silence once again.

    It was strange how only silence could wedge itself between our exchanges. Even though it made the conversation feel a bit disjointed, Theerak still felt he could keep going with Muenfah. Yet the awkwardness that should’ve come from two strangers talking one-on-one for the first time, so closely, couldn’t seep in at all.

    But whether it was silence or awkwardness Neither was welcomed in this moment.

    “Normally, Phii Fah isn’t great at talking.”

    But Theerak would welcome the silence caused by someone who wasn’t much of a talker himself,

    At first, Theerak welcomed this person who didn’t talk much but could explain things clearly and gently with a smile. Theerak grinned widely, his eyes squinting in that signature chubby-cheeked way his friends always found especially endearing.

    Then he said something he thought might make the other feel good.

    “I will start the conversation with you myself… since you have already given all his time to me, right?”

    “The remaining forty-five minutes are mine, right?”

    Theerak nodded. Truthfully, being the one constantly asking questions wasn’t easy. And since they weren’t close, some questions might feel too intrusive. So, Theerak had to think carefully before asking, even if it was difficult and required a lot of thought. But for the sake of those forty-five minutes Theerak believed he could do it.

    “What did you have with your rice this morning, Phii Fah?” A basic question like this was the safest bet.

    “I just had coffee, Phii Fah.”

    “No food?” Maybe it was the puzzled look on his face, because Muenfah gave a faint smile.

    “No, just coffee, then I came straight to the restaurant.”

    “Huh? Why didn’t you eat? It’s getting late—aren’t you hungry, Phii Fah?” “It depends on the day. Some days, coffee alone keeps me full all day.

    Other days, I get hungry.”

    “You can’t just eat based on your mood, Phii Fah. What if you get a stomach ulcer?”

    “Well, if that happens, would you take me to the doctor?”

    “…” Wait… wasn’t he supposed to be the one asking questions? Why was Muenfah suddenly turning it back on him?

    And that question from Muenfah… it made his stomach churn as if he were the one with an ulcer.

    Theerak lowered his eyes, the embarrassment he’d shaken off earlier creeping back to greet him again. He guessed Muenfah was a quiet type who loved to tease, because the guy just couldn’t stop messing with him. Like right now—his face was burning up because he’d caught a glimpse of someone faintly smiling, staring right at him.

    It felt like deliberate teasing to make him even more flustered…

    “That question from you might be too hard. Can we switch to a new one?”

    Theerak looked up at the other, saying, “I haven’t given you permission to start asking questions yet, Phii Fah.”

    “I forgot that for these remaining forty-five minutes, you’re the boss.”

    He was definitely teasing on purpose…

    Theerak didn’t understand himself at all—really didn’t get it. Why did this guy make him feel all fluttery, his heart race, and so shy? But it was happening, and Theerak had to admit that Muenfah was ridiculously good at making him feel this way.

    “Do you want to be the one asking questions now, Phii Fah?” He forced the words out, even though his cheeks were so hot they might explode.

    “I don’t really want to be the one asking, but there’s something I’m curious about that’s forcing me to.”

    “Out of respect for your curiosity, I’ll let you ask one question, Phii Fah.”

    “Have you eaten yet?”

    Even a simple “Have you eaten?” could make him shy. Muenfah was really good at this. “I ate this morning.”

    “Can I ask another?”

    “Fine, fine, one more question.”

    “Wanna grab some food together?”

    Ohhh! Theerak wanted to wail out loud so Muenfah could hear how much his questions were torturing him. Muenfah was asking basic questions too, but why did they feel so special and different? Theerak didn’t understand himself again—really didn’t get it. It was just an invitation to eat; why was he so flustered? He wasn’t usually this shy. Normally, he was more stubborn and playful, but around Muenfah, he turned into a blushing mess.

    “…”

    “Take some time to think… I will step out to smoke and wait.”

    “…”

    Theerak didn’t look up at the other person, only nodding in response. The sound of a creak, like a door opening, made him quietly sigh before lifting his gaze to the empty chair across from him, where the tall figure was no longer sitting. However, the phone and burnt-brown wallet were still in their original spots, along with a pack of cigarettes he hadn’t noticed the owner place there earlier.

    He really wanted to pick up his phone and call someone—anyone—to rant about how Muenfah kept teasing him into embarrassment over and over. But a knock on the glass from outside caught his attention, making him turn to look.

    The tall figure with the usual calm, expressionless face was standing outside, staring at him. One hand, holding a cigarette, hung loosely by his side, drawing Theerak’s eyes to the Chinese character tattoo he knew the meaning of well. Muenfah raised his free hand, rubbing circles on his stomach, before mouthing something…

    And though Theerak couldn’t hear his voice at all he could still read his lips.

    Muenfah was saying…

    ‘I’m hungry.’

    Theerak didn’t reply. He was still stunned by the unexpectedly cute gesture from the other. Muenfah’s sulky expression, in his own unique style, was ridiculously adorable T___T. Theerak’s heart melted into a puddle.

    When they first met, he must’ve been too nervous to notice, but today Muenfah looked especially good. Sure, he always looked good, but today he managed to look even better. The tall, usually stoic-faced man—who was now slightly sulky—wore a black Hawaiian shirt with white leaf patterns scattered across it, paired with ripped black jeans, black Vans sneakers, and, of course, that pricey branded watch he never went without.

    Theerak wanted to give him the nickname “Minimal Pieces, Million-Level

    Looks.”

    So handsome it’s exhausting… exhausting because he knew a chubby puppy like himself couldn’t even come close to half of Muenfah’s charm.

    And because Theerak had his head down, lost in self-pity over his own lack of looks, the tall guy demanded his attention again by knocking on the glass once more. Theerak looked up to see Muenfah exhaling white smoke into the air. As the smoke dissipated, his face became clearer. The one vying for his attention didn’t say a word, but suddenly, he smiled.

    A smile Theerak had never seen before and one he was sure very few ever got to witness.

    …Not a wide grin, not a bright smile but a smile like the gentle morning sunlight.

    And it was the next thing Muenfah tried to communicate through the glass that made it even more special:

    ‘Are you okay?’

    That gentle morning sunlight felt warmer than ever that day.

    #However Many Thousand Skies

    … I don’t know if it’s because he couldn’t stand seeing Muenfah’s whining face or because he was hungry himself, but Theerak ended up agreeing to eat together, even though he didn’t really want to. Despite his excellent people skills, eating with someone he wasn’t close to wasn’t easy at all. Theerak had to be cautious about everything, maintaining proper manners while dining together, which made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

    But it was probably that smile, wasn’t it, that stirred his stomach and made him say yes?

    “What does Rak want to eat?” Muenfah asked while waving to the staff standing outside.  Phii Fah, is your restaurant super expensive or what… I only brought three hundred baht.” Theerak said. He wasn’t expecting to be treated; he was ready to pay for himself. But Muenfah’s place looked so fancy that he had to check his wallet to see if he had enough.

    “I’ll treat you. you probably won’t eat until I go broke, right?”

    “You’re underestimating me too much. I could eat the entire your restaurant!”

    “If you can eat that much, why don’t you eat the owner too?”.

    Theerak was starting to have doubts about Muenfah. Was Muenfah really bad at talking, or did he just want to see Theerak turn into a chatterbox? The one who should be blushing and shy was supposed to be the quiet Muenfah, but instead, Muenfah kept making him blush nonstop. He couldn’t entirely blame Muenfah, though—he had to blame himself too for having such low immunity. Everything the other guy said made him flustered.

    “No, I won’t eat you. you’re not tasty.”

    “But the people who’ve tried him say he’s delicious. Between those who’ve tried and those who haven’t, who should we believe?”

    Theerak froze, speechless, and chose to look away again. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about constantly avoiding eye contact and turning into a coward like this. But anyone who saw the shift in Muenfah’s gaze would’ve done the same. That look in Muenfah’s eyes was deep, cunning, and almost predatory when he said that line.

    And it was that low, throaty chuckle from someone that made Theerak even less willing to meet his gaze. Deep down, though, the coward who’d been teased nonstop since arriving at the restaurant was starting to feel like fighting back. Otherwise, he’d just keep losing to Muenfah every time.  “So, you’re not good at talking, huh? I don’t see any sign of that. Plus, your words sound like something a flirt would say.” Theerak said, aware that his voice was so soft it sounded more like a mumble than a proper retort. It was because his heart was pounding—that’s why he didn’t dare speak louder, afraid his voice would tremble along with it.

    “I’m really not good at talking. But you are trying to talk more because if I have to keep talking and asking all the time while you don’t respond at all— like you do with others—Phii Fah you know that eventually, you’d just end up being boring.”

    Theerak looked up to meet Muenfah’s eyes and suddenly felt guilty for misjudging him.

    “But the flirt thing, I admit… though only in the past. I quit that a long time ago.”

    “…”

    So he hadn’t misjudged him after all… That look in Muenfah’s eyes was totally that of a sly tiger.

    -___-

    Crack!

    The sound of the door opening made both of them turn to look. A smiling waitress walked into the glass-walled room and handed them the menu. Theerak flipped through just one page and immediately knew his budget wouldn’t cut it. He’d have to order something simple—the cheapest thing— and it happened to be his go-to comfort food from his university days.

    “Do you have crispy pork basil rice?” Theerak asked.

    Before the staff could even respond, the shop owner, who had been looking down at the menu, interjected, “Order whatever you want. The chef can make anything.”

    Uh, oh… then I will have crispy pork basil over rice.”

    “Okay.”

    Theerak handed the menu back to the staff. She took it and flashed him a pretty smile. Theerak smiled back politely, but someone who had just looked up from the menu glared at him so intensely that he quickly shut his mouth. He hadn’t expected Muenfah to be so protective of the staff. Though, it made sense—she was really cute, and her face reminded him of his ex.

    “Want a fried egg with that?”

    “Uh, sure, I’ll take it.” Theerak stammered in response because Muenfah’s unusually calm tone threw him off. It felt like Muenfah was mad at him, and some kind of vibe radiating from him made Theerak’s throat go dry. The female staff member also seemed flustered, like she’d just done something wrong.

    “I’ll have fish porridge…”

    “Y-Yes.”

    “Two glasses of water… and a small bowl of ketchup on the side for Rak.”

    “Okay.”

    As soon as the staff member left, silence blanketed the entire glass room. Muenfah, who usually liked staring into his eyes, chose to avoid his gaze this time and focused on his phone instead. Theerak didn’t know if Muenfah was upset about him smiling at the staff or something else, but he didn’t like this atmosphere at all.

    …He didn’t know how many minutes were left but he wouldn’t let even a single second pass with this kind of silence between them.

    “Phii Fah…”

    “Yes.” Muenfah answered, but he still wouldn’t look up, just like before.

    “Is something wrong with you, Phii Fah?”

    “Nothing…”

    “There is… I can tell.” Theerak knew it was odd to act like he could read Muenfah’s mind when they weren’t even that close. A conversation lasting less than an hour couldn’t possibly let him understand Muenfah that well. But something told him Muenfah was feeling uneasy.

    “I am hungry.”

    “Phii Fah… look at me right now.” He knew he couldn’t order him around, but he still wanted Muenfah to listen. And when those sharp eyes finally lifted from the phone screen and met his again, Theerak felt a little relieved that Muenfah was willing to hear him out. “Did I accidentally do something to upset you?”

    “No…”

    “Is it because I smiled at that staff member? I wasn’t trying to flirt with the staff at your shop, okay? Don’t misunderstand, Phii Fah.”

    “She’s cute, like Mew. It wouldn’t be strange if you wanted to look at her.”

    “Huh… Phii Fah you know Mew too?”

    “I’ve just seen her face a few times. Mew was a junior of my ex.”

    “…” The world sure is small—our exes know each other too.

    “So, your type is like this? Small and cute?”

    “I don’t really have a type… If I feel something, I feel it. If I don’t, no matter what, I just don’t.” Just like with Mew—she tried everything, but he felt nothing.

    You seem hard to love.”

    “I don’t know. I’m not someone who craves romantic relationships all that much. It’s more like, if it happens, great; if not, that’s fine too. So I’m not sure how hard I am to love. Mew was my first girlfriend, but we didn’t last long before breaking up.”

    “If I asked why you broke up, that’d probably be inappropriate…”

    Theerak smiled. Even though Muenfah’s face remained expressionless as usual, oddly enough, Theerak could tell he was curious about him. “You can ask. Even though it’s a pretty sensitive topic. Normally, I don’t talk about it much because it makes me feel guilty and sad again. But it’s been over a year now, and I can handle it.”

    “Then you don’t have to talk about it.”

    “But I want to. Maybe today that lump of guilt might finally come loose.” Theerak gave a small laugh, though inside he didn’t feel as light as he appeared. “Mew was a friend from a different department. We met on orientation day. Back then, I wasn’t close with Panli, Joy, or Type yet. Firstyears tend to stick together in big groups, and we had a lot of faculty-wide classes, so I got closest to Mew. But I had no idea she secretly liked me until one day she confessed. She said she liked how kind Theerak was, always helping her and being gentle.”

    “…”

    “But the bad part was that I didn’t feel that way about her. And it got worse because she chose to confess on a friend’s birthday, with more than ten people overhearing what she said. Then she asked me to date her. I was shocked and flustered. I’d been confessed to a lot in high school, but never asked out in such a crowded place like that. And because there were so many people, I didn’t have the heart to reject her. In the end, I agreed to date Mew.”

    It wasn’t that you didn’t have the heart… it was that you were respecting

    Mew.”

    “Maybe that’s true. I was afraid she’d be hurt if I rejected her. But I should’ve been more honest about my feelings toward her. Mew was an amazing girl—she tried so hard to make me smile and always cared for me.

    But it was me who couldn’t feel anything more for her beyond friendship.”

    “…”

    “And in the end, I made someone as good as Mew cry. I decided to break up with her, and it just so happened to be exactly two months since we started dating. I forgot. If I’d remembered even a little… I wouldn’t have said those words, wouldn’t have done that, Phii Fah…”

    “…”

    “That time was awful for me. I wanted Mew to know I wasn’t any less upset than she was. I still wanted to be her friend like before, but I understood it’d be hard for her. So I chose to study alone and let her stay with that big group of friends. Then, in the second semester, I got close with Panli, and later Joy and Type joined in. That’s when I started feeling a lot better and became the chubby-cheeked friend of the group. That’s me…” Theerak ended his story with the brightest tone he could muster, hoping Muenfah wouldn’t feel bad about it. He just wanted to share his story.

    A story he only shared with a select few… and now, one of those people included Muenfah.

    Throughout the time Theerak was telling his story, Muenfah could sense the overwhelming guilt the other still carried. Even though Theerak said he could handle it, Muenfah knew he wasn’t managing it well enough—his eyes were watering more than usual. One particular sentence hit Muenfah hard, as it felt like the smaller person was pleading for him to pull him out of the spiral of guilt.

    If I could remember even a little… I wouldn’t have said that sentence at all, wouldn’t have done that at all, Phii Fah…”

    The distance between Muenfah and Theerak was significant, but not enough to stop his effort. Muenfah stretched his arm as far as it could go to gently pat the messy head.

    “You did well, you’re really amazing…” Seeing the other smile, he pulled his hand back.

    “…” Theerak had received comfort about this from Phii Babe, Phii Dom, Panli, Joy, and Type, and he thought no one else would offer it again. But today, he received it from Muenfah too.

    “It’s okay to feel guilty, because I know you can’t stop it. Just try to feel it a little less.”

    “…”

    “And one day, Rak you will be able to forgive himself.”

    “Thank you, Phii Fah.”

    “I should be thanking you more for trusting me and sharing something so personal.”

    “I don’t know, I’m still surprised at myself for telling you this, Phii Fah.”

    “Maybe because you feel a connection with me…”

    It was the first time Theerak saw Muenfah smirk faintly…

    “More like I don’t talk much, so I probably won’t go spreading it to anyone.”

    Muenfah held back a smile as he saw the smaller one scrunch his nose in displeasure again.

    I won’t tell anyone. I will keep it to myself.”

    Muenfah gazed at the smaller person, thinking that Theerak was just as he’d imagined. Theerak was gentle, kind-hearted, bad at saying no, and always considerate of others’ feelings. He feared upsetting people, sometimes to the point of causing himself distress. All of this made Theerak seem soft and naive, easily yielding to others. But people aren’t one-dimensional. Muenfah saw determination and honesty in him, and he believed those were the foundations of strength.

    If Theerak were truly weak and overly sensitive, he wouldn’t have ended things with that woman. He wouldn’t have dared to fight for his freedom, which had been temporarily borrowed, or chosen to stay true to his own feelings.

    No matter how others saw Theerak as weak, to him… this was already proof of incredible strength.

    He was amazing, just as he’d told him.

    Muenfah wasn’t just saying it to make him feel better—he genuinely thought Theerak was amazing.

    He could tell Theerak had grown up well in a warm family, surrounded by overflowing love from everyone, even his friends. It wasn’t surprising that he didn’t think I’ll of anyone and always saw the good in things. But the world can be cruel, with countless people ready to take advantage of or hurt someone like Theerak. Still, Muenfah believed he could face whatever life threw at him on his own, given a little time to learn. No one is born skilled, no strong person has never shed tears, and Theerak was one of those who had to grow through experience. The small person in front of him still had many more stories to face.

    But believe me, Theerak will grow and learn everything with a smile. A steady and strong smile.

    A smile that even countless skies would have to surrender to.

    TBC

     

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  • YOURSKY, Chapter 4

    YOURSKY, Chapter 4

       YOURSKY, Chapter 4

    “What time did he call to pick up the puppy you adopted?”

    “Around 7 p.m. After I’m done talking to Fah, we’ll head out. I’ll bring

    Rak along in the car.”

    “Okay.”

    The small person sitting in the back seat was listening to the conversation between the stoic couple. Today was Sunday, his day off. But Theerak had been woken up early to go to the police station with his dad. After returning, he’d hoped to take a nap, only to find Phii Oh and his father waiting at the house. It took quite a while to apologize and sort things out. Truthfully, it couldn’t really be called sorting things out—more like his dad drawing a line in the sand for the other side.

    “If you mess with my son again, I won’t let it slide this time… no matter what.”

    The car moved at a steady pace without slowing down, as the roads this Sunday evening were surprisingly empty. On any other day, Theerak might have piped up to ask his two older siblings why the traffic was so clear.

    But right now, he was being dragged to the slaughter. A chubby puppy with no way to escape had to face the tall shop owner—Your, Sky. His heart felt more withered and anxious than usual. Even now, Theerak couldn’t come up with a greeting for the other person. Starting a conversation with strangers or anyone had never been hard for him. Theerak could speak fluently and get along with people quickly—so much so that sometimes he surprised himself with how good his people skills were.

    But with Muenfah, it might be an exception…

    The round head, now heavier than usual from overthinking, leaned against the glass. Almond-shaped eyes stared out the window. At that moment, the large, reddish-orange sun was about to dip below Fah’s horizon. Theerak genuinely wished he could disappear along with that sun.

    “Hello…”

    Theerak shifted his gaze from the sun to peek through the tiny gap by the door, trying to see who his sister was talking to. If he had to guess, he’d say it was a delivery person, since Phii Babe loved online shopping.

    “Oh, you’re done already?”

    “… “

    …It probably wasn’t a delivery person, then…

    “So, when are you heading back to the countryside?”

    “…”

    As he kept listening to his sister’s conversation with this mystery person, Theerak started worrying that all his plans would need tweaking—especially the timing—because that’s how it always went.

    Call it perpetual bad luck… he never got to live life according to a proper plan like everyone else.

    “Then can you wait for me a little while? It won’t take long—I’ll hurry to pick up the little one.”

    Your real little sibling is sitting right here, wide-eyed and innocent in the back of the car! Who’s this other “little one” from outside the family you’re abandoning me to pick up?!

    When Theerak saw his sister lower her phone, he didn’t hesitate. He quickly bobbed his head forward, sticking his face through the gap between the front seats. Phii Babe and Dom turned to look at each other without saying a word first, as if they’d both thought and decided the same thing simultaneously.

    Theerak broke into a wide grin—the widest of his life, his mouth stretching ear to ear—because he’d finally found a way to avoid facing Muenfah. “Are they telling us to hurry and pick up a puppy, Phii Babe? Then let’s go now, or we’ll be late!”

    …Though he didn’t turn to look at the driver, Theerak caught the sound of Dom chuckling in his throat. He wondered what could possibly amuse someone as deadpan and emotionless as Dom.

    “I’m definitely hurrying to pick up the pup. As for you, go handle your own business… I can’t stick around with you anymore. Behave yourself, Rak,” Phii Babe said.

    “What do you mean, Phii Babe?”

    “She means Babe is dropping you off at Fah’s shop first and will come back for you later…” Dom, who knew his girlfriend’s dislike for long explanations, elaborated on her behalf.

    “No, no way… Rak doesn’t know anyone there!”

    “Fah, duh… After all that head-sniffing and carrying you into the house, how could you not know him?”

    “Phii Babe!!”

    “No need to be shy—Dom already knows everything. And he also knows that Real, Fah’s business partner, lied to people saying you and Fah were secretly dating. I only found out this morning that my own little brother was secretly with the hotshot Muenfah.”

    “Dating what, Phii Babe? Stop making stuff up!!”

    “Let’s just say we shouldn’t break our promise to Fah. Either way, you’re going to have to face him… alone.”

    “No way!!”

    “Theerak!!! You’re not a kid anymore! Is breaking promises such a great thing? Especially breaking a promise with someone who’s busy all the time— that’s even worse!”

    “…” Theerak lowered his head, his neck drooping because this time his older sister was genuinely scolding him. Both the expression and tone of Phii Babe made it clear she was starting to get annoyed with his stubbornness.

    “I’ll hurry back to pick you up as fast as I can, won’t make you wait long…

    Do you understand what I’m saying?”

    “…”

    The one being questioned didn’t respond, stepping back from the gap in the middle with a sad, dejected look before leaning against the seat as before. This made his sister, sitting in the front, glance at him through the rearview mirror. Phii Babe’s loud sigh prompted Theerak to lift his eyes toward the front seat.

    “Do you understand, Rak?”

    “Yes… I understand.”

    Babe sighed again before breaking into a smile. No matter how stubborn Theerak was, he never defied anyone to the point of ignoring them completely. If his resistance didn’t lead to anything good, he’d stop immediately. That’s why she didn’t worry too much when he acted stubborn—she knew he was the kind of rebellious kid who still listened to reason, not someone who acted recklessly without considering what was appropriate.

    Theerak, forced to give in, could only mutter encouragements to himself that everything would turn out fine. But the more he thought about it, the heavier his round head felt. He rested it against the window again, and then his grandfather’s words popped into his mind:

       ‘When you face something tough to avoid, you have to prepare to deal with it. Never run from your problems.’

    His grandfather’s advice made him quickly fish his black phone out of his pants pocket. Without hesitation, Theerak opened the LINE app and sent a private message to Panli. Asking in the group chat would be pointless— others would just bombard him with off-topic questions nonstop.

    This time, he needed to gather info to prepare properly, and the person who likely knew Muenfah’s personality best was undoubtedly Panli.

    Theerak: Li, can I ask you something…Panli: Give me 5 minutes. Stuck at a red light.

    Theerak: You’re driving?Panli: Yeah. Uncle made me deliver stuff to Aunt in Bangna.

    Theerak: Oh, okay, then I’ll ask now. P. Panli: Go ahead!

    Theerak: Your brother… Is he really strict?Panli: He’s strict, yeah. Probably even in bed too, 10/10.

    Theerak: Ughhh… You dog-faced jerk!!! Is this the time to be crude!!! P. Panli: LOLOLOL. You worried?

    Theerak: Yeah. I’m on my way to see Phii Fah, that’s why I messaged you privately—to prepare myself properly.Panli: He’s strict, for sure. Even I, his little brother, get scolded. His ex, who used to be his super close friend and knew him inside out, still got scolded by Phii Fah.

    Theerak: Then a chubby puppy like me will probably get scolded so bad I’ll roll out of the shop before I know it, T___T.Panli: LOL, so cute, don’t worry too much, dude. You didn’t do anything wrong, so what would Phii Fah scold you for?

    Theerak: I don’t know, man. I just feel like there’s gotta be something he’ll chew me out over, but I don’t know what yet.Panli: Don’t overthink it, don’t stress too much. If anything happens, call and rant to me.

    Theerak: Is Phii Fah scared of you or something?Panli: Nah, Phii Fah’s never been scared of anyone, LOLOL.

    Theerak: What the heck!!! Then why’d you get my hopes up? I thought I’d have someone to back me up, T___T.Panli: I’m confident those chubby-cheeks of yours will save your life.

    Theerak: T___TPanli: Come on, he might not even scold you. Or he might not say anything to you at all. If that happens, don’t come crying to me later about how my bro ignored you. I’ve already had a bunch of people whining to me about how being ignored by Phii Fah made them feel like air.

    Theerak: Let him ignore me for real. I’d even skip meals for three days.Panli: Say something you can actually pull off, dude. Skipping meals? No way that’s happening.

    Theerak: Heh heh, how about running laps around the faculty building?Panli: Yeah, that’s more doable.

    Theerak: Whoa, do you really see me as some fat kid obsessed with food?Panli: Yup, look at those cheeks, man. You’ve eaten so much they’re drooping to the floor.

    Theerak bantered with Panli for a bit until he felt the car slowing down. He quickly said goodbye to his close friend in the chat and stuffed his phone back into his pants pocket as usual. Curious, Theerak craned his neck to look ahead. He couldn’t believe they’d reached Muenfah’s place this fast. He’d just gotten fresh info about the guy and hadn’t even figured out how to deal with Muenfah’s sternness yet.

    Guess this chubby pup’s really getting slaughtered this time…

    And there it was—the shop, Your Sky—right in front of him, confirming they’d arrived. Theerak swallowed hard with a loud gulp when he spotted the black Benz sports car parked out front. Maybe it was that sound that made his older sister turn to look at him from the back seat with a worried expression.

    “Say thank you and apologize to him sincerely, Nong Rak. Don’t accidentally make a goofy face at him, okay?”

    “Geez, Phii Babe, I’m so scared I might wet myself. How could I possibly make a face like that at Phii Fah?”

    “…” Dom held back a smile while listening to the siblings’ exchange. It seemed they were each worried about different things. The older sister feared her brother would be too playful and miss the mark on timing, while the younger one was more scared of failing to build a good rapport with Muenfah. Their thoughts were so opposite it was almost headache-inducing. Dom shook his head lightly before saying, “Don’t be scared, Nong Rak. I already warned him not to mess with us. That Fah wouldn’t dare.”

    “…Uh, does Phii Fah usually like to tease people, Phii Dom?”

    “Honestly, not really. He doesn’t even joke around with people much. I just said it as a precaution, in case he suddenly feels like messing with us.”

    “…Before I thank Phii Fah, let me thank you first, Phii Dom. Thanks, handsome Phii Dom!”

    “You’re welcome.”

    “You

    Theerak burst out laughing because it was rare to see his older sister tease her boyfriend with such an annoyed expression and tone. But his laughter didn’t last long—he quickly shut his mouth when he caught a glimpse of a tall, incredibly good-looking guy stepping out of a sporty Benz and entering the shop.

    “Hey, Fah just got to the restaurant right on time. I thought he was already inside.”

    “Then hurry up and go see Fah, Rak…”

    “Y-Yes, okay!”

    The one being rushed quickly opened the car door and got out. It was as if Theerak’s senses had fallen away the moment his feet hit the ground—he stood there waving goodbye to his two siblings without a single word to stop them, even though deep down he wanted to beg Phii Babe to walk him into the shop. Now, all he could do was watch the BMW drive off into the distance until it disappeared from sight.

    Theerak stopped in front of the shop with a trembling heart. One slender hand automatically rose to rub the back of his neck. Though he hadn’t seen the other person’s face yet, just knowing he was stepping into Muenfah’s territory triggered a wave of shyness he’d never felt before… and had never experienced with anyone else.

    “The restaurant isn’t open yet…”

    And perhaps because Theerak was too busy staring off into the distance, combined with his scattered state of mind, he didn’t notice someone approaching him. Theerak flinched and stepped back in surprise, then slightly bowed his head as an apology. Even after doing so, he still thought he should say sorry out loud.

    “Sorry, sir, I…”

    “Or are you here to apply for a job?”

    “…”

    It was at that moment that the tall, imposing shop owner came down from the second floor. Muenfah didn’t glance his way even once. He briskly walked toward the liquor bar not too far off, and Theerak peeked at the other’s stern face while he gave orders to the staff.

    What P. Panli had said probably wasn’t an exaggeration—Muenfah looked ready to snap at anyone he wasn’t pleased with…

    But suddenly, those sharp eyes turned toward him. In all his life, Theerak had never avoided anyone’s gaze. He was always ready to meet eyes head-on, believing that making eye contact wasn’t something so hard he couldn’t force himself to do. Yet this time, Theerak chose to look away without even trying to hold his ground. He searched for a safe place to rest his eyes, eventually settling on the tips of his own feet. Staring at his white sneakers, faintly grayed with dust, might help his heartbeat return to normal and, hopefully, cool down the rising heat in his body too.

    Theerak only just realized that Muenfah’s gaze turned him into a coward…

    and it was stirring up a storm in his stomach too.

    “Been here long?”

    That deep, low voice—one he’d only heard a few times but somehow felt so familiar, as if he heard it ten times a day—caused him to look up. And, of course, the person in front of him was Muenfah, the one who made him lose all sense of himself.

    “Phii Fah.”

    “Yes.”

    …He didn’t know when it started, but the word “Yes” was suddenly enough to make his heart race so fast it felt like it might burst out of his chest.

    Theerak had heard that word since he could remember—countless people had responded to him with “Yes.” too many to count on his fingers. But if he had to find someone whose “Yes” affected his heartbeat like this It’d probably only be Muenfah—this one guy, and no one else…didn’t even deny it, huh…

    Admitting you’re handsome, eh…”

    “Uh, I just got here…”

    “Oh, you’re Fah’s guest?…I thought he was here to apply for a job. Sorry about that.”

    “It’s fine, go back to work. I’ll take care of him myself.”

    “Yes, yes, if you need anything, just call me, Fah.”

    Theerak stood stiffly, watching Muenfah nod in response to the employee. The moment the tall figure turned his attention back to him, the coward’s almond-shaped eyes quickly dropped to the floor.

    “What’s wrong?”

    “…” I don’t know what’s wrong… with you, Phii Fah.

    “Head down, avoiding eye contact… doing this again. Want me to kiss your head or something?”

    Theerak snapped his head up instantly. That sentence left him stunned for a moment before a wave of heat spread through his body, jolting him back to his senses. He furrowed his brows slightly and snapped in a stern tone, “Phii

    Fah!”

    “Yes?” Phii Fah raised an eyebrow as if questioning him.

    “Hmph!!!!”

    Theerak, embarrassed to the point of exploding, could only huff in frustration. Instead of Muenfah feeling awkward about what happened and avoiding bringing it up again, he casually mentioned it like it was nothing. Theerak was a smart kid—averaging over a 3.0 GPA his whole life—and he could tell Muenfah was deliberately teasing him to make him flustered.

    “Once you figure it out, you get mad…”

    “Phii Fah! That’s not it at all!”

    “Then what is it? Why are you avoiding my eyes?”

    “…” How could I say it!!! How could I admit that looking into your eyes makes my heart race, T___T

    “No answer, so no head-sniffing. But even if you did answer, I still wouldn’t—don’t want to kiss a stinky head.”

    “…” My head isn’t stinky, T___T. And besides, I washed my hair already! “If you don’t want to kiss it, then don’t! I just came to thank you, that’s all— no, wait, to apologize too. That’s it, really, and then I’m leaving!”

    Just now, Theerak had emphasized the words “leaving” as clearly as possible. But thinking back on it, he could only let tears stream down his face—in his mind, as usual—because he’d accidentally blurted out something he shouldn’t have.

    Namely… “If you don’t want to kiss it, then don’t!” It somehow made him feel even more embarrassed, T___T.

    Ugh, you chubby dog…

    “Such a sulker.”

    T___T Mom, I hate Phii Fah. Hates anyone named Muenfah. Didn’t Panli say he was strict? Didn’t Phii Dom say he wasn’t a teaser? Then what’s this? What am I, Theerak, facing right now? He’s not strict, which is great for me, but teasing and poking fun until I want to crawl into a hole? That’s too much!

    “Let’s get to the point…”

    “It’s hot out here… let’s talk inside.”

    “No, no, I will finish talking right here, Phii Fah. Just listen to me carefully, okay?” Theerak raised a hand to stop him as he saw the tall figure about to lead the way somewhere. His other slender hand wiped the sweat beading on his face before he continued, “Rak wanted to come…”

    “You’re so hot your cheeks are all red… let’s go inside.”

    “Ugh… Phii Fah, listen to me first! Then I can hurry back home to sleep with the AC on.”

    “There’s AC in the restaurant too. Why don’t you come inside to talk…

    Does being stubborn make the heat go away?”

    Muenfah stood watching the smaller person, who was pouting with dissatisfaction. If this were a contest of expressing emotions through facial expressions, he figured Theerak would win hands down. While the other shifted through a range of looks—shock, surprise, shyness, all the way to irritation—Muenfah maintained just one: calm and indifferent.

    When Dom said his girlfriend’s little brother was only a little stubborn,

    Muenfah thought his friend must’ve gotten it wrong. From what he could see, Theerak’s stubbornness far exceeded his small size—so stubborn that he wanted to grab a pen and write “Super Stubborn” in big letters across the other’s forehead for everyone to know just how defiant he was. Stubborn and sulky. He’d never met anyone like this before, and now Muenfah had to think hard about how to handle this kid.

    But amid that stubbornness, Muenfah couldn’t deny that this junior was incredibly endearing. Theerak had fair, slightly pinkish skin like a baby’s, looking delicate and in need of care. If you grabbed him too hard, that fair skin would surely turn red with handprints. Though his complexion was evenly pale all over, there was one part of his body that always carried a faint reddish tint.

    And that was… his chubby, chubby-cheeks.

    They were red all the time…

    “Fine, I’ll go in… But if Rak weren’t worried about not having enough taxi money, Rak wouldn’t step inside.”

    Muenfah nodded in understanding before leading the way. As they entered the shop, he could hear the smaller person trailing behind, muttering complaints nonstop. When he glanced back, he saw the stubborn kid walking with his head down, his small mouth working overtime, twitching and mumbling constantly.

    Seeing that, Muenfah felt a twinge of annoyance and abruptly stopped walking, hoping the little complainer would bump into his solid back as a small punishment. And just as he’d predicted, the round head of the everwhiny smaller guy crashed right into his back with a loud thud.

    “Ow… Phii Fah!!! That hurt!”

    Muenfah smirked faintly before turning around to face the voice behind him. Theerak was rubbing his forehead lightly, shooting him an angry glare as if he were too mad to forgive.

    “Did your brakes fail or something?”

    “It’s your fault, Phii Fah… Why’d you stop so suddenly?”

    “Does it hurt a lot… Let me see.” Muenfah said as he reached out toward him, but the sulky little guy stepped back, refusing to let him get close.

    “No way, you’re not looking!”

    The smaller one spoke with an irritated tone, his narrow eyes glaring at him accusingly. Muenfah knew he hadn’t played too rough—just a little teasing. If it were anyone else getting mad at him over something this small, he’d chew them out and not care at all.

    But with this junior… Fah didn’t really want him to be upset with him.

    Muenfah started to wonder what made Theerak so endearing. Sure, his wide smile and chubby, chubby-cheeks were a big part of why so many people adored him and wanted to claim him. But that alone couldn’t account for this level of charm, could it?

    However, there was no need to overthink and strain his brain. Muenfah quickly realized what made Theerak so endearing. The smaller figure placed a hand on his own forehead, slightly bowing his head, before using the other hand to rub his eyes because his jet-black hair, brushed slightly away from his brows, had fallen and poked his eyes when the wind blew past.

    What made Theerak endearing… it wasn’t just his bright smile, chubbycheeks, or hair long enough to poke his eyes.

    It was probably because… it was Theerak himself who made everyone feel fond of him.

    “Sorry… Does it still hurt?”

    “No, just walk ahead… If you stop suddenly again this time, I’m gonna punch your back hard, Phii Fah.”

    Muenfah only now realized how hard it was to hold back a smile. “You’ve been all feisty since we got here. What’s up with that?”

    “It’s because of you, Phii Fah… Why are you like this? I; Nong Rak never imagined you’d be this kind of person.”

    “I keep hearing ‘Phii Fah this, Phii Fah that’ all the time… What kind of person am I?”

    “The teasing kind, that’s what! I spent all night worrying because everyone said you were quiet and strict. I even asked Panli about it, and he guaranteed you were strict for real… But meeting you in person, you’re not like that at all. You’re a tease! Way more than that…”

    “Do you want me to be strict instead?”

    “Being strict would be better than teasing… When you tease me, I get annoyed. Like right now, I’m starting to get fed up with you, Phii Fah…”

    Muenfah chuckled before asking something he was curious about. “You’re really fed up?…When you say you’re fed up, how fed up are we talking?” “I’m starting to get really fed up, so what! You don’t get it at all, Phii Fah.”

    “Oh, good to know.”

    The restaurant manager, who was about to hand over the key to the glasshouse room to his boss—having been instructed the night before to prepare it for an important guest—froze in shock. He couldn’t believe this important guest was standing there bickering with his boss, even calling him clueless. He could think of two things Muenfah might do next:

    One, punch the kid until his lip split.

    Two, have staff drag the loudmouth out of the restaurant.

    But it seemed, for this guest, there might be a third option: being an exception to the boss. No matter how much the other party argued or showed irritation, Muenfah just stood there quietly, hands in his pockets, gazing at the kid with a gentleness in his eyes that the manager had never seen before.

    The manager, a close confidant of Muenfah, shook his head lightly in disbelief, silently scolding himself for turning into a nosy bystander. He pulled himself together and walked toward his boss, who was now at the glasshouse entrance with the important guest.

    “Fah, sir… Here’s the key to the glasshouse.”

    “Thanks.”

    Theerak looked up at the glasshouse as Muenfah unlocked it. It was a large glass room opposite the VIP zone, but he didn’t think it was just any glass room. The curved, tiled glass roof made it resemble a small single-story house more than anything. It seemed like a space reserved for highly private events, perhaps only for very important people, because if it were open to regular customers daily, the glasshouse wouldn’t be locked up so tightly like this.

    He followed Muenfah inside. Since the room was surrounded by clear glass, the interior decor was visible from the outside. But once he stepped in and experienced it for real, the feeling was different from what he’d initially thought.

    Theerak felt warmth, calm, and relaxation from the faint fragrance of fresh flowers arranged in a vase on a long dining table that could seat ten people. The evening sunlight streaming through the glass ceiling made the atmosphere even cozier. At first, Theerak had wondered where the light would come from at night when there was no natural sunlight to brighten the room. But when he looked up, the white chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling answered his curiosity.

    Theerak scanned the entire room with his eyes before plopping down onto a wooden chair. Muenfah, who had stepped outside while he was busy admiring the glass room, had just returned. The tall man sat across from him with a calm expression, pulled out his phone, and started tapping away without paying him any attention. Then he casually crossed his legs, looking completely at ease.

    “…” At this point, Theerak didn’t know how to adjust his emotions anymore. One moment Muenfah was playful, the next he was cold and aloof. It was all so confusing. But this indifference was probably for the best—it’d let him quickly say his thanks and apologies and get it over with.

    “So… what do you want to say?”

    Theerak stared at the man in front of him who initiated the conversation first. But the one asking didn’t even bother looking up, just kept his head down, focused on his phone. Theerak quietly sighed, thinking… this aloofness was good—it’d make it easier to speak smoothly without his heart overworking itself again.

    “…”

    “Go ahead and say it…”

    “…” Theerak took a deep breath, trying to come up with the most sincere words he could muster.

    “This Phii is waiting to hear it…”

    But the heartfelt, eloquent sentence he’d prepared was effortlessly shattered by Muenfah with just one phrase: “Phii Fah.” In an instant, Theerak’s mind went blank, leaving no trace of the polished words he’d rehearsed.

    What did Phii Fah just call himself?

    “Uh…”

    “…”

    “Well…”

    He must’ve misheard…

    Muenfah set his phone down on the table as soon as he finished discussing work with his friends in the group chat, then said, “Just now, I was talking about work. Sorry for not listening properly.”

    He referred to himself as “Phii Fah”?

    Theerak choked on his words, unable to speak. And when their eyes met up close like this, his composure scattered beyond control. Right now, he couldn’t hear Muenfah’s voice at all—just the sound…

    Thump, thump, thump, thump.

    It echoed so loudly it shook his whole body. Theerak didn’t want to admit that he’d let his heart race for this guy multiple times already, ever since that day.

    The truth was, it might not have been accidental… because he was fully aware of every beat of his heart.

    But it’s not like Theerak didn’t try to stop himself—he had. He told his heart not to beat so hard, not to make a big deal out of it. But it just wouldn’t listen.

    Theerak couldn’t let his heart race for Muenfah, someone who belonged to everyone else… No way, T___T.

    TBC

     

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  • YOURSKY, Chapter 3

    YOURSKY, Chapter 3

       YOURSKY, Chapter 3 

    The slender figure behind the steering wheel stared blankly at the large, round red traffic light ahead, feeling bored and frustrated. Nearly two hours had been wasted sitting idly in the car due to Bangkok’s traffic. Apart from the soft music playing in the background to chase away the silence in this confined space, there was nothing or no one to keep him company and alleviate his loneliness.

    On any other day, he might have picked up his phone and scrolled through social media to pass the time. But right now, his mind was cluttered with a million thoughts.

    He didn’t know how much longer he’d be stuck on this road filled with hundreds of cars. No matter where he looked, all he saw were engines and plumes of dust and smoke swirling in the air. The vibrant evening sky, transitioning beautifully from deep red to soft orange, still managed to offer some comfort. But now, that vast expanse of sky had been transformed by time, shedding its colorful beauty and leaving behind only a dark, unappealing void.

    In the past… he used to love gazing at sky at night.

    But as he grew older, the tiny stars seemed to dwindle more and more.

    And because of that… he no longer enjoyed looking at sky at night.

    A sky without the light of stars felt too quiet and lonely…

    And because Theerak had absentmindedly stared at the sky he no longer liked for too long past 7 p.m., a silence began to settle within his heart. It might be good that nature can sometimes heal the mind from chaos and bring us back to ourselves, free from scattered thoughts for a brief moment. However, Theerak also realized the downside of a heart that was too calm and quiet.

    That inner stillness made the voices of certain people and memories he had tried to shake off or forget become even clearer…

    Like right now, when Muenfah’s deep voice echoed in his head, stirring the lump of flesh on his left side—previously lying dormant—into a frenzied dance. It irritated him that he couldn’t control himself.

    “Wash your hair… it’s starting to smell.”

    He hadn’t verbally agreed to rush home and wash his hair until it smelled fresh for three or seven days. Yet it seemed some part of his body stubbornly responded to Muenfah’s command, despite his own reluctance.

    Thump, thump, thump, thump.

    Yes… some organ in his body was overstepping its role, pounding loudly as if it wanted to shout for the tall figure to hear, even though he had no intention of following those orders.

    “So stubborn.” he muttered. It was rare for Theerak to scold himself; he usually preferred giving himself encouragement. But now, he was starting to get annoyed with that red lump of flesh.

    Rrrrrr.

    Before he could get too upset with his foolish heart, which kept racing just from hearing Muenfah’s voice, his black phone vibrated with a notification, snapping him out of his irritation. Theerak glanced at the name on the screen before picking it up to answer.

    “Hey, Phii Babe… I am on my way home. The traffic’s insane.”

    [Are you almost home yet?]

    “Not even halfway there…”

    [Well, when you get back, you’ll be in for a big surprise.]

    “…Huh? Another surprise? Rak can’t handle this anymore. Surprises all day long—I’m about to lose it…”

    [Dad’s coming home today!]

    “Huh?”

    [Dad called me and said he’s on his way back home. He left in the evening, so he’ll probably be here soon…]

    “B-but didn’t Dad say this week he’s too busy with work to come back? And…”

    [Dad knows about you getting drunk with that guy Oh.]

    “S-seriously?”

    [Seriously… Dad said we’ll talk about it at home. You’d better prepare yourself.]

    “Is this going to turn into a big deal? I don’t like trouble, and Phii Babe knows that… Can Phii Babe tell Dad that I’m fine now and to let it go? Tell him it’s over and that guy won’t bother me anymore.”

    [You’re talking like you don’t know your own dad. Saying that will just get you chewed out. You know how he is—no one messes with his family…]

    “What am I supposed to do now?”

    [You’re the one who understands Dad best after Mom. Figure out how to talk to him to calm him down. I’m just calling to warn you, that’s all…]

    “…I’ll head back right away.”

    [Mm…] 

    As soon as he hung up, the silver pickup truck in front of him started to move, as if the traffic officer in the control box pressing the signal button knew how anxious he was. Theerak pressed the accelerator to move his car toward the red-light intersection ahead—not the shortcut home, but a turn that, after driving a bit further, would lead to Dad’s favorite congee shop in front of an old building.

    It might take a little extra time, but it could be worth it if Dad saw his favorite food brought home for him…

    In just a moment, after escaping the hellish traffic that had held him up for nearly two hours, Theerak arrived at the congee shop quickly. His pearl-white sedan pulled into the wide parking area before the shop. The small-framed man hurriedly grabbed his wallet and strode quickly toward the shop.

    “One pork congee with everything, extra liver, extra ginger, no egg, in a bag, please.”

    The middle-aged man who owned the congee shop, who looked only a few years younger than his father, turned and gave him a familiar smile before speaking in a friendly tone, “For the Sergeant, right?”

    And “Sergeant” was the nickname the shop owner liked to call his father, derived from “Police Sergeant.” his father’s current rank.

    “Yes, Dad’s coming home today.”

    “Then I’ll make it extra special. It feels like he hasn’t been back to eat my congee in a while.”

    “He’s been busy with work lately.” he said with a smile to the uncle who was scooping congee for customers with practiced ease. He recalled the past, back when his father hadn’t yet been transferred to work in another province. Whenever Dad finished work early, he’d pick him and Grandpa up to eat congee at this shop regularly.

    Memories from just over a year ago still felt sweet and vivid in his mind. Thinking back on it, Theerak couldn’t help but smile. His almond-shaped eyes watched the steam rising from the pot of thick, white rice porridge, and the fragrant aroma of jasmine rice being cooked into congee made his stomach growl loudly.

    “Uncle, add one more bag of pork-only congee… Actually, make it two.

    But add liver to the second one, please.”

    “Haha, hungry, huh, kid? Alright, alright, I will pack an extra special portion for you.”

    It was probably only him, his dad, and his granddad who were obsessed with the smell and taste of the congee from this shop. While Theerak was busy chatting and boasting with the shop owner, someone taller came to stand beside him, also ordering congee to go. However, Theerak didn’t turn to look. The shorter guy kept rambling on until the new customer had to lightly tap his arm to get his attention.

    “Huh? Oh, Phii Tim!” His narrow, almond-shaped eyes, which usually squinted when he smiled, widened in surprise. The person in front of him looked at him and chuckled softly before reaching out to ruffle his hair, leaving Theerak guessing that his hair was probably a mess now.

    The good-looking person standing there, smiling at him, was a fourth-year senior who regularly gave advice about work to juniors from all years in the group LINE chat. In the graphic design department, there was a LINE group that included students from the first to the fourth year. It might seem strange, and Theerak believed no other faculty or department created a LINE group that gathered students from all four years together. However, the professors in his faculty had suggested the seniors do this to help the juniors. The coursework and workload in his department were notoriously tough, and importantly, many students became discouraged and dropped out in significant numbers. This had been the case for several batches, so the professors decided that the best solution to help most students graduate together was to encourage mutual support and ensure no one felt like they were struggling alone, which could easily lead to giving up.

    Even so, only a few chose to stay in this department. Even with all four years combined, the LINE group only had a little over 200 members, and there might even be some who weren’t in it.

    The person who most frequently responded and gave advice to the juniors was none other than Phii Tim, this very guy.

    And if you were to ask about someone who was in the LINE group but barely seemed to be there, it would be Muenfah, that guy…

    Yes, Phii Fah, who studied in the same faculty and department as him… along with Phii Babe and Phii Dom.

    You could call it the graphic design gang… but who would want to be in the same gang as Muenfah? -___-

    “Here to eat congee?”

    “Buying it for my dad.”

    Come to think of it, Theerak wasn’t too surprised to run into his senior here. This congee shop was somewhat famous and wasn’t far from the university. Once you got past that hellish intersection with the traffic lights, you’d arrive. University students often came here to eat.

    “Came alone? Where’s Fah?”

    Huh… What did that mean? Seeing him and immediately asking about Muenfah…

    “Phii Fah is at his house, Phii Tim. How could he be here?”

    Theerak furrowed his brows, staring at the other person who was faintly smiling, as if trying to suppress a bigger grin. It made Theerak feel a bit uneasy, like his senior was finding something amusing. The reason Theerak could talk so comfortably and without suspicion with this senior was that Phii Tim was a decent guy. He had a good personality, was polite to juniors, and was consistently like this. Theerak enjoyed chatting with him because of it.

    But now, he was starting to feel like he didn’t want to be so close anymore, especially since he’d heard that Phii Tim was quite close with Phii Fah…

    “Ohhh… I see.”

    “Phii Tim… Is something up?”

    “Are you waiting for your congee?”

    “Yeah…” Theerak replied before glancing at the uncle who was repeatedly scooping congee into light pink bowls, realizing it would still be a while before it was his turn.

    “Then let’s sit at a table first. I have something to talk to you about…”

    “Sure, sure.”

    A small person followed their senior into a crowded shop. A slender hand grabbed a blue plastic chair before sitting down opposite the senior. Phii Tim nodded in thanks to the girl who brought water to serve them. Theerak stared at the other person with a trembling heart. It had been a while since they last talked face-to-face, and there was also a strange premonition nagging at him that… trouble was coming, Rak.

    “Seriously, this is almost impossible, but I thought asking for your help wouldn’t hurt. I was going to call you privately on LINE, but I happened to run into you here.”

    “Help with what, Phii?”

    “Help convince Fah to bring a cake to the birthday person…”

    “What?!”

    If he had been drinking water or eating something liquid, he might have accidentally spat it out onto the other person’s face in a lapse of manners.

    “The birthday person is a junior from high school. To put it simply, I’ll confess, she’s my ex-girlfriend… but we really don’t have feelings for each other anymore, I swear. She’s a big fan of Fah because she saw him at the restaurant. As her ex, I wanted to do something to make her birthday memorable before she goes abroad to study… but everyone knows Fah doesn’t really care about anyone.”

    “Then why would she involve me?! Phii Tim, you’ve got the wrong person…”

    “Even though I’m close to him, I already tried asking him once, and he refused…”

    “Oh man… then you shouldn’t expect anything from me at all. Before I even open my mouth, Phii Fah would probably throw me out of the shop.” But what I saw that day… he practically carried you out of the shop.”

    “Huh? Which day, Phii?”

    “The day Fah had an issue with that Oh guy… I was drinking at his shop too, in the VIP area like you. But I didn’t know the loud table was Oh’s until the trouble started.”

    What kind of karma was this for Theerak? It seemed everyone had witnessed that incident, even Phii Tim knew about it. Only a fool like him was completely clueless. T___T

    “This matter, I, I think…”

    “Among friends, everyone knows that when Fah has a faen, he listens to them a lot and gives them whatever they ask for.”

    “Then Phii Tim should go ask his girlfriend…”

    Oh!! Phii Tim was a strange one, wasn’t he? He knew Fah’s weakness but didn’t ask the right person. Why was he asking a kid like him for help?

    “Hey! I’m asking him right now, aren’t I?”

    “Wait, wait, Phii, did you misunderstand something… I, uh…”

    “Fah’s business partner named Real told me everything. He said Fah is secretly dating Rak…”

    “That’s crazy, Phii!” Really crazy. Why would that Real guy tell Phii Tim something so untrue? Theerak waved his hands frantically to deny it. “No, no, it’s not true, Phii Tim. I’m not dating Phii Fah. We’re not even close. I am only close to Panli, Phii Fah’s younger brother.”

    Thapthim narrowed his eyes at the chubby-cheeked boy whose cheeks were now flushed red, resembling tomatoes. “I won’t tell anyone. If you and Fah aren’t ready for others to know right now, that’s fine. Fah even keeps it from his group of friends… I think he must have his reasons. When he’s ready, he’ll tell us himself.”

    “Phii ~ It’s not true at all, please listen to me first!”

    No matter how much he denied it, no matter how much he cried and clung to his senior’s leg begging him to believe him, it seemed Phii Tim wasn’t going to easily trust what he said. He didn’t know what that guy named Real had said to plant ideas in Phii Tim’s head, but Phii Tim was completely convinced that he was really dating Muenfah.

    “Hey, kid, your congee is ready,” the voice of the shop owner uncle called out. Theerak turned and gave a small nod before turning back to lock eyes with his senior again.

    “Please, Rak… help me out. The birthday party is at Fah’s place… tomorrow night.” “Well, Phii…” Rrrrrr.

    Theerak, half-shocked and half-confused by the person in front of him, still had enough presence of mind to realize someone was calling him. His slender hand reached into his pants pocket to pull out his phone, and his eyes widened in shock when he saw the name displayed on the screen.

    “D-Dad,” he stammered anxiously. He had completely forgotten that his dad was coming home. At first, the most nerve-wracking thing was his dad rushing back because he found out about him being drugged with alcohol. But there was something even more unsettling that had made him forget about his dad entirely—the fake rumor about his relationship with Muenfah.

    “Then take the call first…”

    Theerak nodded and raised the phone to his ear.

    Yes, Dad?”

    [Where are you, Rak…?]

    “Haha ~ You must miss me so much you couldn’t wait, huh… That’s why you’re calling like this.”

    Thapthim secretly laughed at his cheeky junior, who made a panicked face as if his dad was some cruel giant he was terrified of. But it seemed the junior wasn’t actually scared, since he dared to tease his guardian like that.

    [I didn’t miss you. I’m already home, but my good son still isn’t back, so I’m annoyed.]

    “Oops… I’m almost home, Dad.”

    [Almost home, my foot. I can hear cars rushing around like crazy.

    Where did you sneak off to this time, Rak? It’s already so late.]

    “No, no, Dad… I am preparing a surprise for you. You’ll never guess what I bought for you.”

    [Congee.]

    “Ugh… Can’t you pretend not to know for once?” Theerak said in a soft voice. He felt a bit relieved hearing his dad’s low chuckle.

    [Hurry back. I have a lot to talk to you about.]

    “Y-Yes, Dad,” he forced himself to reply cheerfully, wondering whether his dad’s last sentence was meant to call him home or make him want to run away.

    The moment he hung up, his senior immediately asked “Was that your dad calling for you?”

    “Yes… I have to head back now, Phii Tim.”

    “Okay… but don’t forget about that thing, alright? The birthday party is at

    Fah’s place tomorrow night.”

    “…” Theerak looked at the other person who was staring back at him. No matter how much he explained until his mouth tore, Phii Tim would still choose to believe what he wanted. So, Theerak just nodded casually in response, knowing deep down that it was impossible.

    “Thanks a lot, little bro.”

    “Y-yes, sir.”

    How could he possibly order around everyone’s Muenfah? Phii Tim was setting himself up for disappointment.

     

    #However Many Thousand Skies

    The bag of congee in his hand felt like a lucky charm. Theerak thought he might have some luck on his side—Dad might be less annoyed because of his favorite food. But after carefully calculating everything, he could only let out a big sigh in front of the gate.

    All the events he’d been through—if it weren’t for his own carelessness and bad luck, would things have gotten this chaotic?

    For someone else, the series of incidents might seem like small matters, easily dealt with as simply as peeling a banana. But for a kid like him, who had never strayed from the straight and narrow, it wasn’t that simple. He rarely made his father angry or annoyed, so he couldn’t help but feel anxious.

    Knowing how terrifying his father could be when furious, Theerak grew even more worried. His father had never scolded or hit him, not even once, but what was frightening was his fear that anyone with ill intentions might end up being killed and dismembered by his father. When his Dad got really mad, it was hard to stop him, and things always escalated into something big…

    But in the end, he had to muster up the courage to enter the house. Before he could even take a full breath after opening the gate, he saw his father playing chess with Grandpa at the marble table in front of the house.

    The moment those almond-shaped eyes, so similar to his own, glanced at him with a mix of emotions he couldn’t decipher, Theerak swallowed the lump of nervousness stuck in his throat. Then it hit him—his father always softened up for his “chubby puppy” no matter how upset he was.

    “Dad ~ Your chubby puppy is back!” he said in a cheerful tone, walking quickly toward his father.

    Theerak sat down on an empty marble chair and held up the bag of congee to show the police officer in front of him. He heard a soft chuckle from someone. If he had to guess who was laughing at his childhood act of playing cute, which he’d dug up to survive this situation, it was probably Grandpa, who was moving a horse-shaped chess piece to a new position on the board.

    “That chubby puppy disappeared back in 9th grade. So why is it that today, the handsome Theerak is willing to turn back into a chubby puppy again?” his father asked, staring intently at the chessboard with a serious expression.

    “Well, lately this Rak has seen how tired Dad is… so I’m being the chubby puppy to cheer you up!”

    “Is that so?”

    “…Just believe the kid a little.” the hoarse, dry voice of the elderly man made Theerak even more anxious.

    It wasn’t just Dad who knew about it now, was it? Was Grandpa angry at him too?

    “…D-Does everyone know about it already?” Thud!

    The sound of a chess piece hitting the wooden board with force rang out. Theerak was certain it was his father’s piece. He lowered his eyes to the black-and-white checkered board in front of him, and suddenly, tiny beads of sweat began to form all over his forehead.

    “So, why don’t you tell me what happened?”

    “Uh…”

    Both his father and grandfather paused their favorite leisure activities, their gentle gazes turning toward him without a hint of sternness. Even so, Theerak still felt pressured.

    “Did that kid do something to you again… besides getting you drunk?”

    “No, no, Dad. Someone came to help me… so I’m safe.”

    “Was it the deputy commander’s nephew who helped you?”

    “Probably… his last name is Pisut.”

    “Hmm, that’s right. Same last name as the deputy commander.”

    “I’m sorry, Dad…” Theerak raised his hands in a wai at chest level, then turned to his grandfather. “Grandpa too, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lie… I just didn’t want you both to worry, so I kept it under wraps for a bit.”

    “You were afraid it’d become a big deal, huh? When will you stop being afraid of getting into trouble? You should know by now how ready I am to take on anyone who dares to harm my family… Ugh! If my kid was the troublemaker who liked picking fights, I wouldn’t say a word. But this? My kid’s never been a troublemaker, yet he gets bullied by others and still doesn’t have the guts to hold them accountable… It’s so frustrating.”

    I figured since I wasn’t hurt anymore… it’s better to just let it go. If we pursued it, it’d only burden you and Mom for no reason.”

    “Look at my grandson and think for a second… He didn’t get a single strand of hair from me, or his mother either. This calm, easygoing nature— who did he get it from…?” His father spoke to his grandfather with a tone tinged with frustration, but Grandpa just chuckled softly and reached out to pat his grandson’s head.

    “Me, of course… This chubby little pup takes after his grandpa.”

    “I thought so too… Just like you, Dad, no mistake about it. All my fiery temper and refusal to back down, along with my wife’s, went straight to his older sister. That’s why Babe turned out to be such a fighter.”

    Theerak gave his grandfather a smile before turning to ask his father something that had been nagging at him. “So, what are you going to do, Dad?

    Are you going to go after Phii Oh?”

    “When I first heard about it, I was planning to go smack him upside the head at his house before filing a police report. But that was just a thought… Given my position and job, how could I do that? And then there were a bunch of other reasons why I couldn’t pursue it…”

    “Because Phii Oh’s father has a rank…”

    “Don’t even mention rank or titles, you chubby little pup. If someone comes to harm my family, I won’t stand for it… But the reason I had to let it go is, one, out of respect for the deputy commander and his grandson who helped us, and two, because your grandfather asked me to let it end here. If I pushed it to the limit, Grandpa was worried that a filthy-minded person like that might turn around and stab us in the back later.”

    “…”

    After it happened… the deputy commander called me at 4 a.m., explaining everything in detail. The only person completely at fault here is that kid. If his nephew hadn’t gone and attacked the other side, the blame would’ve fallen on him too, and it would’ve turned into a mutual brawl. The father of that Oh kid is a precinct chief outside the deputy’s jurisdiction. The deputy said it was tough talking to them at first—they were hot-headed, didn’t care about anything, and were dead-set on going after his nephew to the fullest. But once they found out their own son had spiked someone’s drink, they toned it down a bit. The deputy said wrong is wrong… If they wanted to press charges against his nephew, they were welcome to, but he’d have to inform me about it too. And he figured I’d probably go after their son just as hard… So, we’d just have to fight it out through the legal process.”

    “You sound like you know the deputy commander, Dad…”

    “It’s too much of a coincidence, Rak. My old boss who passed away last year was a close junior of the deputy chief. I’ve met the deputy several times and even talked with him a bit. When his nephew told me the whole story and said that if you were to file a complaint, I should ask the deputy to take care of it, the deputy asked for my full name. When he heard the family name

    ‘Niran,’ he wondered if it could be me… He asked if I had a son named Rak Niran. After that, he explained everything to me.”

    “It’s so coincidental it’s like a drama, Dad…”

    “Still joking around, huh…”

    Theerak tightly shut his eyes and shrank his neck like a scared little turtle when he saw his father raising his large hand, preparing to strike him. Seeing his son’s frightened expression, the father burst into laughter. Even though his son knew full well he’d never actually be hit, he always made this face whenever threatened with a raised hand.

    “…Hehe, you wouldn’t hit me, right?”

    You know I’d never actually hit you… you chubby little pup…”

    “So what happened next, Dad? Just knowing that you’re not pursuing that side makes me feel a bit relieved.”

    “Relieved for you, but it’s troubling for me…” His father sighed before continuing, “The deputy said he’d given my number to that police superintendent. He suggested we talk it out to find a solution that would satisfy everyone without escalating things, since we’re all police. But he also whispered to me to bring up that matter. When the other side called, they didn’t waste time and begged me not to file a complaint. They said they’d bring their son to apologize at our house in person. The kid’s about to graduate and they don’t want a big mess. I think the deputy must’ve told them I don’t back down easily, so they came to me politely, pleading earnestly… But then again, when they saw I was firm and angry and wouldn’t budge, they made an offer. They said if we don’t press charges against their son, they’d let the deputy’s nephew off too. They wouldn’t file a complaint either, call it even, and cover all medical expenses themselves. They admitted their son was reckless and did something wrong… But if I still insisted on making it a case, they’d have to pursue the deputy’s nephew as well.”

    “It’s like… I understand why you’re troubled about this, Dad.”

    Exactly… With his father’s unyielding nature, especially when his own son was treated like this, Theerak guessed that without this compromise, his father would never have given in to the other side.

    “I’m really troubled… We didn’t do anything wrong, not even a little. We’re completely innocent, yet we have to let them off the hook. But for the deputy’s sake, and for his nephew who stepped in to help—and even punched the guy for me—I don’t want the nephew to get into legal trouble. If it becomes a case, there’ll be investigations, witness searches, and requests for CCTV footage from the shop. The nephew’s restaurant would lose its reputation and credibility… I think that’s worth sympathizing with. In the end, I accepted their offer, but I had my own condition. I said I wouldn’t file a formal complaint about this, but I’d go file a report first as evidence that my son had a conflict with their son. If something bad happens to us… the superintendent’s son would be a suspect.”

    “…”

    “They know that filing a report as evidence isn’t the same as opening a case… It only becomes a case if something happens later. Plus, even if we’re harmed, it’s not guaranteed their son would be the culprit. The authorities would still have to investigate further to identify the suspect. Their son isn’t fully targeted, so they had to agree because I’d already conceded as much as I could. In the end, we’re not pursuing it… Tomorrow morning, the superintendent and his son will come to our house to apologize.”

    “…And what about Phii Fah?”

    “He didn’t get reported or charged either. As for how many people witnessed the incident that night, I don’t know… but the deputy chief is really kind. He told me not to worry about him or his nephew, and to do whatever I

    think is right. If I want to press charges, I should go ahead. But it’s precisely because he’s so kind that I feel I have to sympathize with him a lot.”

    “…” Oh thought… both the uncle and nephew are truly good people.

    “Consider it a lesson learned, Rak… From now on, be more careful,” Grandpa said in a gentle tone.

    “People these days are getting stranger every day… Even among men, there are those with filthy thoughts who want to possess and violate others. It really makes me angry. If Babe didn’t have Dom looking after her, I can’t imagine how worried I’d be.”

    …Even though Dad had always known that his son often caught the attention of other men more than women, it seemed that Dad, a traditional man from an older generation, wasn’t accustomed to the increasingly complex forms of love and sexual desire in today’s world—like love between men or love between women.

    But even if he didn’t fully understand it, Dad never once spoke disparagingly or showed any disgust toward Theerak or others of the same gender. He had only ever said that he found it hard to believe such relationships could last until old age, that they might not endure long enough to share life’s joys and sorrows together, and that they were more likely to part ways eventually. Theerak didn’t know why Dad thought same-sex relationships couldn’t last as long as heterosexual ones, especially when nowadays, plenty of heterosexual couples also divorce and separate.

    But regardless… in the end, Theerak believed that his father would always respect everyone’s true identity with sincerity, as he always had.

    “If anything happens in the future, tell Dad, Rak. I’ll always be by your side.”

    “Yes, Dad.”

     

    #However Many Thousand Skies

    Dinner tonight seemed especially enjoyable for everyone since they were all together, so much so that they completely forgot about their favorite congee. It had been weeks since Dad had been tied up with important work and couldn’t come home on weekends. But his return this time reaffirmed for the millionth time to everyone in the house that…

    Dad was still the head of the family who never considered anything more important than his own family…

    …Just knowing someone in the house had been mistreated, Dad dropped everything to come back immediately.

    And this was why Theerak wanted to become stronger than he was now…

    so Dad wouldn’t have to worry anymore.

    “More rice, Rak?”

    “He is good, Mom. You’ve fed him so much his cheeks are sagging to the floor,” his older sister said.

    But the chubby little puppy, as he was, didn’t care about his sister’s teasing one bit. Theerak lifted his ceramic plate with both hands, passing it in front of his sister to ask for more hot steamed rice from Mom.

    The food Mom made today was absolutely delicious!

    This chubby little puppy was going to eat every last bite!

    “Here, here, eat slowly, my dear. I saved another bowl of bitter melon soup for you. I’ll heat it up for you tomorrow.”

    “Thank you, Mom.”

    “Oh… I am taking leave until Monday. Do we both have classes on

    Monday?”

    “I don’t… and if I remember correctly, my little bro doesn’t either,” his sister answered for him.

    Since her response was correct, Theerak didn’t say anything more and lowered his head to slurp the bitter melon soup with relish.

    “So, should we invite the deputy commander’s nephew to have a meal with us as a thank you? Dad wants to meet him and thank him in person.”

    “Cough cough” Theerak choked on the bitter, moderately hot soup, his face turning red and black. Phii Babe, though complaining that he wasn’t careful, kindly reached out to gently rub his back.

    “Rak, you haven’t gone to thank Fah in person yet, have you? Then go invite him yourself.”

    “Phii Babe!!!” The one who had just been coughing until his throat burned now spoke loudly and clearly, eyes widening at his older sister.

    “What? Is it true? You haven’t thanked or apologized to Fah yet, have you?

    Too busy hanging out with Panli?”

    Unable to deny it, he averted his gaze instead. “Well… Phii Fah has been busy, so, uh, Rak hasn’t had the chance to see him.”

    “Excuses… Who’s Panli? Is he Fah’s younger sibling or something? Why can’t you bring him along?”

    “Um, then why haven’t you gone to thank him for helping you yet, Rak? You could just call him, you know…” his mother chimed in.

    Oh no… the chubby little pup was suddenly ganged up on. “Fine, fine, I’ll go apologize to him…”

    “If you want to make it in time for Monday… you need to thank him, apologize, and invite him to dinner tomorrow… got it?”

    “Hmph…” Theerak shook his head until his cheeks jiggled.

    He had to do so many things all at once in front of Muenfah? That meant his sister had no idea how hard it was for him to breathe when he was around that tall guy. Just facing him for three minutes felt like his body would explode—now he had to talk, thank him, apologize, and invite him to dinner at home? This chubby little pup might die first.

    “Invite your friends too… Dad can get to know everyone at once. Invite

    Dom too, Babe—I haven’t seen him in a while.”

    “Yes, Dad.”

    “Rak, don’t forget to invite your friends too, including Muenfah’s younger sibling.”

    “Okay, yes.”

    After agreeing to his father’s orders, Theerak felt his appetite wane. His stomach churned with anxiety, causing his previously bloated belly to visibly flatten.

    Wow… overthinking so much he burned that much energy…

    As time passed, every dish on the table was polished off. Theerak and his sister helped wash the dishes before joining their parents and grandfather in the living room to watch the evening drama until late.

    When it was time, everyone went to bed. It was then that Theerak quietly crept downstairs to the storage room under the stairs. The small figure stood blinking rapidly, gathering his composure and praying everything would go smoothly.

    His slender hand reached out to turn the doorknob gently, afraid that his grandfather, sleeping in the room downstairs, might wake up from the sound. But he managed to slip into the cramped room undetected. His almondshaped eyes stared at the old computer in front of him.

    It was a computer connected to the home’s front-door CCTV system. Everything the camera recorded was sent straight to this machine. Theerak plopped down onto the wooden chair, his heart pounding wildly. His palms were sweaty and hot, and tiny beads of sweat began to dot his face.

    It felt like he was a spy sneaking into a big organization to steal critical information…

    When in reality, it was something trivial—like whether someone had kissed his head or not. That’s all it was.

    But his heart was racing so fast and hard right now that it annoyed him.

    And Theerak decided to move his hand to grab the mouse and select a date and time close to when the incident occurred. His sticky saliva was swallowed down his throat once again when he saw Muenfah’s black sports Benz parked in front of the house. Not long after, a tall, incredibly goodlooking figure from that day stepped out of the car. He couldn’t believe that the CCTV brand his father was so proud of choosing himself could be this clear—clear enough to make him fear his heart might beat even faster. If what he suspected turned out to be true…

    “Uh, I…”

    Theerak stammered, calling his own name, feeling both shy and confused as he saw himself tightly hugging the other person. His face suddenly flushed with heat as the lingering sensation was confirmed by the moving images.

    That touch… it was him who had hugged Muenfah. T___T

    “No, don’t ~…” His thin lips parted as he stared at the screen. Both slender hands reached up to ruffle his own hair until it was a complete mess—messy enough to match his feelings. And the image that made Theerak lose his composure, enough to yank at his own hair, was the moment Muenfah leaned down and actually kissed the top of his head. “Ugh ~ Why did he kiss me!!!! If I’d just kicked him away, it’d be over. No one takes a drunk guy getting kicked seriously…”

    In the stuffy, cramped room, the sound of someone whimpering echoed nonstop. Yet, despite the groans and cries, not a single tear fell. The smallframed person felt like crying wouldn’t come—it was so suffocating that he could only let out sounds instead of tears.

    It was at that moment that a LINE notification pinged. Theerak grabbed his phone in a daze. Though he’d mentally prepared himself before entering this room, his heart couldn’t handle it in the end.

    Theerak swiped his finger across the screen to read the messages. His friends in the group chat bombarded him with questions about this, as if they were secretly watching him nearby.  P. Panli: How’s it going, dude?

    Joyyy: Have you watched it yet?

    T: I bet he doesn’t even dare to look. 

    The owner of the chubby-cheeks that everyone loved to pinch shook his head back and forth, silently denying all his friends’ questions. Theerak had no energy left to type replies. He truly felt like he’d lost his mind, so he plugged the USB cable into his phone, connected it to the computer, transferred the video from that moment onto his phone, and uploaded it to the group for his friends to see for themselves.

    He knew them too well… Even if he typed out that it was real, confirmed it with words and voice, they’d still pester him to show the moving footage. So, might as well send it and get it over with.

    This would be the clearest answer…

    Theerak: send video 

    And when that video appeared, the “read” notification popped up too. Theerak wanted to cry a eulogy for himself for having such nosy friends— especially Type and Joy. If he didn’t love them so much, he’d have let out a string of curses to vent his embarrassment.  P. Panli: This is world-shocking.

    Joyyy: Wah ~ I’m so embarrassedddd.

    Theerak: What’s there to be embarrassed about, Joy… Isn’t it more humiliating?

    T: Rak… I captured it and zoomed in. Phii Fah’s nose is so sharp, but it’s buried in your head, lolololol.

    Theerak: T___T I hate you so much, Type.

    1. Panli: My bro is such a tiger hiding its claws.

    Theerak: Right now, I just want to be a turtle hiding its head, no one needs to see my face at all, just retracting into my shell is enough.

    Joyyy: LOLOLOLOL, I kinda feel bad for you, I get that you’re really embarrassed.

    Theerak: It’s not embarrassment, its shame, got it, Joy? Shame from getting drunk and messing with him. 

    While chatting with his friends, Theerak heard the sound of heavy footsteps from someone walking toward him. If he had to guess, only one person stomps their feet like that.

    Creak…

    “Uh, Phii Babe.”

    And it really was his older sister. Phii Babe opened the door with a calm expression before immediately locking it behind her, as if she too had planned to sneak into this room.

    “What are you doing here, Nong Rak?”

    “And what are you doing here, Phii Babe?”

    Her answer didn’t come from words spoken aloud but from a glance directed behind him. Theerak quickly shut off the video recording, though he figured it was already too late.

    Phii Babe had seen everything T___T. The life of this chubby little pup was over.

    “I was going to delete that video from earlier…”

    “W-What? Phii Babe, you knew about this?”

    “I just found out this evening while you and Dad weren’t home yet… I had a weird feeling that something must’ve happened when Fah dropped you off, so I checked it out…” Phii Babe, who usually wasn’t shy about these things, avoided his gaze and spoke haltingly, “I saw you kissing Fah.”

    “…”

    “At first, I was going to delete it right away because I was afraid Dad would come check things over. You know how he always reviews the security cameras every time he gets back… But then Dad came home early, so I had to rush out to distract him and keep him from thinking about this room.”

    Right then, he wanted to crawl over and bow at his sister’s lap, but there was something he wanted to know more, so he asked, “Were you planning to tell me, Phii Babe? If I’d come down later, I might not have learned the truth.”

    “Of course I was going to tell you, but only after you went to thank Fah. If

    I told you first, a shy guy like you would never dare face him again.”

    “I already don’t want to go as it is…”

    “So why did you open it up again?”

    “Well, that day my friends called right when Theerak… when Theerak was flirting with Phii Fah… They wanted to know if Phii Fah… really kissed me or not.”

    “Great, just great. None of you thought about dealing with that jerk Oh.

    Instead, you all focused on this kind of thing.” Phii Babe shook her head in exasperation before walking to the computer, moving the mouse, and clicking a few times. “Deleted.”

    “Phii Babe… thank you so much for saving me in every way.”

    “I didn’t save you; I saved the situation at home instead. If Dad saw this, he’d probably freak out and the house would explode because his son got treated like this in front of the house… but who would’ve thought that the precious son himself was the one forcing someone’s heart?”

    “Hey ~ Phii Babe!! Take that back right now, forcing what heart… I love myself as much as a puppy. If they weren’t willing, would I kiss them?!”

    What did you just say, you lovesick dog… it’s pure embarrassment, so…

    “Wow… you’re pretty full of yourself, huh? Thinking you’re so cute that

    Muenfah would let you kiss them?”

    T___T, I never thought Phii Babe could be this savage, savage enough to make him feel both embarrassed and annoyed at the same time.

    “I’m not talking to Phii Babe anymore…”

    Theerak brushed it off, preparing to get up and escape his older sister before he showed even more embarrassment in front of Phii Babe. But Phii Babe held him back with a calm, steady voice “Tomorrow, come with me and the others to see Fah. Dom will call to set it up with Fah. If we wait for you to go meet him yourself, it’ll probably take three years before Fah hears a thank you… and Dad won’t get to meet Fah anytime soon either, for sure.”

    “But tomorrow, Dad said he’s taking me to file a police report as evidence first, and also, that Phii Oh guy is coming to apologize at the house too… I think tomorrow’s going to be a busy day.”

    “Excuses… are you going to be at the police station all day or what? And that Oh guy isn’t staying all day either, so don’t make excuses.”

    “…”

    Theerak let out a big sigh instead of a reply, before leaving the room. As his small feet climbed each step of the stairs, his mind, filled with memories and various stories, raced uncontrollably. If he had to compare the chaos in his head, Theerak thought it was like boiling water bubbling in a pot, with no room left for calm or silence, only turmoil that made him feel restless.

    When he entered his bedroom, the safest place for him, Theerak collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, before pulling out his phone that wouldn’t stop buzzing with notifications. He didn’t need to guess—it was his friends, messaging nonstop to tease him.

    But the latest message from P. Panli made him blurt out the crudest word of his life…

    “Sh*t!!”

    His wide, almond-shaped eyes stared in disbelief.

    1. Panli: I sent the video to Phii Fah, and he read it but didn’t reply.

    Joyyy: You idiot, why’d you send it?! Ugh. I’ve got a headache for chubby-cheeks over here. How’s he supposed to face him now? He’ll die of embarrassment.

    For the first time, he felt like giving Joy a big kiss, rewarding her for saying exactly what he felt.

    1. Panli: I just wanted to know what Phii Fah would say, what he was thinking when he kissed my friend’s head. Can’t trust my big bro, huh.

    T: LOL. If I had a sibling like you, I’d die of stress, you idiot. You defend your friend but trash your own brother.

    Theerak: T___T, and now I have to face him tomorrow! Why’d you send it, you dog-faced P. Panli!!!

    Joyyy: Chubby-cheeks can’t even curse properly, but right now he probably wants to rip into you hard. The worst he can come up with is ‘dog-face,’ lol. I’m dying.

    1. Panli: Why are you going to see my bro?

    Theerak: Phii Babe told me to go thank him and apologize, and also invite him to eat at our house. You guys are invited too. Come over on Monday, my dad wants to meet everyone. You all have to come, I’m begging.

    T: If you don’t come, Rak will have to handle Phii Fah all by himself, for sure.

    Theerak: More accurate than a fortune teller, huh, Type.

    1. Panli: I’m going, just to see my brother’s reaction. Is he having secret relations with my friend or what?

    Joyyy: Panli, you’re really Phii Fah’s little brother, right? LOL, you damn rebel.

    Theerak put his phone down beside him. He didn’t want to deal with anything anymore and chose to ignore the rest of his friends’ conversation. His mind wandered far, imagining how the tall guy would feel after having his memory jogged by that video. Maybe Muenfah wanted to forget that day entirely, but Panli had gone and sent it as a reminder. And of course, Muenfah would easily guess the video came from him.

    Theerak didn’t know why Muenfah had decided to go along with the request of a drunk person like him. Maybe it was out of annoyance or a momentary lapse in judgment, but whatever the reason…

    Right now, Theerak figured there were two possible things Muenfah might feel.

    One… he’d be furious because Theerak had sent that video to his friends, treating it like some kind of joke… when it was more embarrassing than anything.

    Two… he’d let it slide, not think much of it, and see it as normal.

    And of course, after carefully processing everything in his head, the second option was quickly discarded.

    “Will you even sleep tonight, Rak…” he muttered before letting out a sigh. In all his life, Theerak had never encountered a mess that spiraled out of control this fast.

    Maybe it was all because he hadn’t thought things through enough…

     

    #However Many Thousand Skies

    A pair of sharp eyes stared at the video his younger brother had sent via private LINE chat. Muenfah watched it to the end without showing any expression. He turned it off and tossed his phone onto the glass table in front of him, glancing at his close friend from a different university—someone he’d known since high school and a key business partner at the shop.

    He had just come up to rest on the second-floor terrace of Fah’s restaurant, a private area, after hours of checking on things and feeling exhausted. Not long after, his close friend followed him up.

    “You got something going on, Real?”

    Muenfah asked while tapping a cigarette out of the pack, casting a sidelong glance at the other, who was sitting across from him. Real looked flustered, like someone who’d just done something wrong. Having been friends with Real since their third year of high school, Muenfah could tell instantly when something was even slightly off. Dude, don’t yell at me…”

    “If you don’t talk, I’ll yell…”

    The white cigarette rested between his full lips as Muenfah waited for his friend’s confession, lighting the tip of the paper roll. This time, though, Real seemed to take longer to think it over before opening his mouth.

    The red flame flared and burned nearly half the cigarette before long fingers plucked it from his lips. Muenfah shifted his gaze away from his friend to ease the tension. White smoke slowly drifted out from both his nose and mouth. He watched the toxic cloud he’d created linger in the air before fading away.

    Muenfah liked comparing human emotions to cigarette smoke…

    It’s intense and vivid at first, but as time passes, it gets diluted by time, fading until it vanishes without a trace…

    “That day you punched Oh… a lot of the VIP zone customers saw it. They came asking what happened after you left.”

    Muenfah turned his attention back to the person trying to tell him the truth. “Hmm…”

    “Honestly, I lied to you. I didn’t just tell the customer that you were upset because Oh spoke rudely and that’s why you punched him… I added a little something to make it sound more substantial… so you wouldn’t look too bad for hitting a customer just because you couldn’t stand his insults.”

    “Straight up, no sugarcoating…” Muenfah knew he often spoke in a calm, cold tone like this—it had become a habit. Real was used to his detached, indifferent demeanor, but this time it seemed to make Real even more anxious than usual.

    I told the customer that… you got mad because Oh harassed your boyfriend… and that’s why you lost it and punched him.”

    The moment Real laid all his confessions out in front of him, he visibly relaxed and sighed in relief. In contrast, the listener slowly lowered his head, closed his eyes, and raised a hand to rub his temple.

    Real took a deep breath before continuing, “I’m sorry… I really couldn’t think of an excuse for you fast enough. It was total chaos back then… Think about it, man—the restaurant owner punching a customer? Even if the customer was drunk and out of control, cursing you like crazy, it’s still not okay for you to physically hurt him. Couldn’t even handle a few insults… So I thought if I threw this into the mix, it might make it a bit more understandable, you know? That you lost your cool and hit the customer because of that.”

    “No matter what’s involved, I’m still in the wrong. It doesn’t erase it or make people sympathize with me. I hurt him physically, and I’m the shop owner—it’s not okay, like you said… You know me well, Real. Whatever I do, it means I’ve already decided it’s worth it, even if it’s something I shouldn’t have done. As long as we tell the truth, I don’t care what anyone thinks. I’m always ready to face the consequences.”

    Real swallowed hard. In all the time they’d known each other, Muenfah had never explained himself at length with such a calm gaze and tone before. That instantly told him the other wasn’t angry or holding a grudge.

    “I was just worried people would see you in a bad light… Even though, yeah, you did something bad, it was because you were helping that kid.

    You’re not some hotheaded thug who acts without reason.”

    Muenfah nodded, understanding the concern his friend had for him. This mistake wasn’t so terrible that it couldn’t be forgiven, as Real had initially feared. To reassure Real that he truly wasn’t upset, he handed over the cigarette in his hand. Real let out a small smile and took it to smoke.

    Share it, so we can die together. I don’t want to be lonely in hell by myself.”

    Real laughed, then paused his amusement as something occurred to him.

    “There’s one more thing, Fah, that I haven’t told you.”

    “What now? Can’t you just give me all the headaches at once…”

    “…So, that day, one of your friends was drinking with us, but he was at a table further inside. I don’t know his name, can’t remember… He didn’t believe you were dating that kid. He argued with me in front of other customers, saying there’s no way it could be true…” Real spoke with an annoyed tone and expression, as if picturing that person’s face. “So I told him… you two were secretly dating. How would anyone else know? Only I do. That shut him up. He was so damn annoying, arguing with me in front of everyone, acting like he wanted to call me out or something… Good thing I didn’t slip up.”

    “I figured.”

    “Why’s that?”

    “After it happened, my friends kept messaging me on LINE, asking if I’ve been into anyone lately or if I’m dating some kid… They think I’m hiding something.”

    “Uh… I’m sorry, man… I dragged you into a mess.” Real knew full well that the thing that annoyed Muenfah the most was answering questions about relationships. And since Muenfah didn’t like revealing personal matters much, it was why he broke up with his long-term ex after many years. Real also knew that ex of Muenfah quite well.

    “Forget it… Not many people know, they’ll forget soon enough.”

    “…”

    But will Nong Rak get screwed over something else?”

    “Why’s that?”

    “Well, people will ask questions, and they’ll pile on requests for help and stuff.”

    “I can dodge the questions, but the requests… I’m confused, man.”

    “If others really believe I’m dating Nong Rak, they’ll try to squeeze stuff out of me through him instead.” Muenfah could see the future clearly.

    “You don’t care about anyone anyway… Plus, Nong Rak probably won’t ask you for anything. Even if she does, you can just say no and that’s that.”

    “If I could say no that easily, that’d be great…” Muenfah sighed, snatching the cigarette from the other’s hand, bringing it to his lips, and taking a deep drag fueled by emotion while thinking, ‘Even when she asked me to kiss her forehead, I gave in. What’s a few small favors she might ask for… This one’s damn hard to refuse.’

    “You even turned down Yam.” Real flinched as his friend shot him a sharp glare. He shouldn’t have compared the ex his friend was so hung up on to anyone else.

    “That was Yam… This is Nong Rak, different people.”

    “B-But that was your ex, and this kid isn’t even anything to you…”

    “Yeah, we’re not anything… but I can’t really say no.”

    Real furrowed his brow, puzzled by what his friend said. Muenfah’s answer was clear, yet it felt so vague it left him utterly confused. Normally, Muenfah wouldn’t give in to anyone easily. If it wasn’t a friend or family, there was no way he’d agree to a request. Sometimes, he could refuse people without a shred of remorse, not caring how the other party felt. If he wasn’t comfortable doing something, he’d never promise to do it.  Unless… that chubby-cheeked kid was an exception…

    Real held back a grin as a thought popped into his head, ‘Have I just found the future owner of this Fah guy’s heart or what?’

    “I’m heading downstairs to check the shop… You go check the VIP zone too.”

    Real was yanked out of his thoughts and nodded, “Yeah, yeah.”

    Muenfah, crushing the last bit of the cigarette into a white ceramic cup to put it out, glanced at his vibrating black phone. The caller was another close friend from their group, a favorite because they shared similar personalities and lifestyles.

    As in, not fussy, not talkative…

    His thick hand pressed down repeatedly until the red ember died out, then he grabbed the phone to answer.

    “What’s up, dude?”

    [What time are you free tomorrow? Someone wants to meet you…]

    “Who?”

    [Nong Rak.]

    “Is something wrong with him? That jerk Oh won’t quit, huh?”

    [No, I heard from Babe that he wants to thank you.]

    “Honestly, you don’t have to go through the trouble. I’m not overthinking it.”

    [He told me to come set a time with you?]

    “Tomorrow evening works, before the shop opens.”

    [Okay, I’ll bring the little one to see you.]

    “Hmm.”

    [Uh… some other friends messaged me asking if you’re secretly dating someone? What’s that about… did they see you with someone?]

    Muenfah quietly sighed. His other nosy friends wouldn’t stop prying, insisting on knowing even though he didn’t want to tell them. But at least he still felt a bit relieved to have a friend like Dom, who never meddled in anyone’s business. Like right now, when his friend asked directly, it showed he didn’t know as much as the others despite being in the same group.

    “After I close the restaurant, I’ll call you and tell you about it… Are you going to bed soon?”

    [There’s a football match tonight, so I’ll sleep late… You can call me.]

    “Hmm.”

    [Okay, that’s it then.]

    The tall guy shook his head slightly, feeling exasperated, before tossing his phone back to its usual spot. He stood up to his full height and walked downstairs without bringing anything with him—not even the cigarette pack he usually kept in his pocket. Real’s voice called out, reminding him to take his phone, trailing after him. But Muenfah pretended not to hear and headed straight to the front of the pup instead.

    Because right now, his mind was overflowing with so many things… carrying anything else would just weigh his head down for no reason.

    But if he really thought about it, the overwhelming weight in his mind was all about that kid…

    TBC

     

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  • YOURSKY, Chapter 2

    YOURSKY, Chapter 2

       YOURSKY, Chapter 2

    Babe, meaning Loved One (Theerak)

    The name comes from “Babe.” a term often used by Westerners to refer to a loved one. Dad intended that if he had a first child, he’d name her Babe. It stemmed from a romantic Western movie he watched with Mom, where the male lead called the female lead “Babe” once they became a couple. The origin of the name was rooted in the youthful dreams of their father.

    And when the first child arrived, a second followed…

    Mom and Dad tried to find a name for the second child that carried a meaning as close as possible to the first, even if they didn’t rhyme. As long as the siblings’ names shared a similar sentiment, that was enough.

    Thus, this name was proposed…

    Theerak, meaning “The Beloved One.”

    That was the true meaning Grandpa intended. However, others could interpret “Theerak” in various ways. But in the end, it was enough that the owner of the name was the beloved of everyone.

    A petite woman with shoulder-length brown hair sat gazing at her younger brother, who was fast asleep on the living room sofa since last night. The one whose name shared a meaning with hers had been swarmed with love, just as Grandpa had hoped, and was still knocked out from the alcoholic “love” forced on him by that lecherous senior.

    Her slender hand roughly brushed her own bangs aside as her eyes scanned her brother’s body to check him over once more. Though she’d already confirmed last night that he hadn’t been violated by the senior, she couldn’t help but worry and double-check.

    Aside from their polar-opposite personalities, their looks were vastly different too—except for their similarly small, slim builds. Her brother, though, was nearly twenty centimeters taller than her.

    Her features mostly took after Mom, especially inheriting Mom’s big, round eyes. People often said she looked adorably cute, which clashed hilariously with her personality.

    Theerak, on the other hand, was a mix of both the Dad and the Mom, but the result was so striking that even she felt a twinge of jealousy. That delicate face was full of tiny, perfect details.

    If she had to pick what made him explosively cute, Babe would say it was those almond-shaped eyes, brimming with mischief—though right now, they were hidden beneath egg-yolk-colored eyelids. She could still vividly recall his gaze. Or maybe it was his thin, bright red lips. Or perhaps that sharp, stubborn nose Mom had passed down to both of them. Or it could be those chubby, chubby-cheeks—where he got those from, she had no idea, but they were plentiful.

    But when it came down to it, she couldn’t really choose. All she could do was look at them collectively and secretly feel annoyed at her little brother.

    Anything related to Theerak—people always ended up falling for him, didn’t they?

    When her brother’s phone, resting beside him, buzzed with a notification, her inner admiration for him came to an abrupt halt. Her wide, round eyes glanced down at the vibrating phone, and she let out a soft sigh before deciding to answer it for him.

    [Hey, Rak, how you holding up?… Took you long enough to pick up.]

    “It’s me, Li. Rak’s still asleep.”

    [Oh, whoa… For real, Phii Babe? Is he okay?]

    “No idea. When he wakes up, I don’t know if he’ll be hungover or not…

    He’s not much of a drinker.”

    [Now I feel bad hearing that. Sorry, Phii Babe.]

    “The one who should apologize is that jerk Oh, not you… But we owe Fah big time. If it weren’t for him, who knows what would’ve happened to Rak by now.”

    [This morning, I saw Uncle come to Phii Fah’s house. I bet Oh went and filed a complaint or something…] 

    Babe let out another quiet sigh upon hearing that. She knew a bit about how Muenfah’s uncle was a high-ranking police officer who looked after the safety of Muenfah’s bar. If he came to the house, it had to be something serious. After all, Oh’s dad was also a big-shot cop, which explained why that senior acted so arrogantly and pulled all those stunts.

    Sure, her own dad was a cop too, but he was just a non-commissioned officer—subordinate to both Muenfah’s uncle and Oh’s dad. Though he wasn’t directly under their command since he was stationed in a different area, he still had to show respect based on rank and seniority. But Babe knew her dad well—ranks and titles meant nothing to him. If his kids were being messed with, he’d kick anyone’s face in, no matter how big they were, without a second thought.

    So, she decided to keep this to herself for now…

    “He has caused Fah so much trouble. I’ll call him later to apologize myself, and once Rak wakes up, I’ll make him go apologize in person too.”

    [Don’t stress about it, Phii Babe. Phii Fah doesn’t care—it’s no big deal to him. But last night, when my friend called and told me Phii Fah punched Phii Oh right in the middle of the bar, I couldn’t believe it.] “When Dom called this morning to tell me, I didn’t believe it either. Normally, Fah’s so calm and quiet. I mean, I know he can get hot-headed easily, but he keeps it under control. I’ve never seen him curse at anyone or anything. Dom said he doesn’t even gossip about people.”

    [That’s true. Phii Fah doesn’t bother with anyone, Phii Babe… Unless it’s family or friends, he doesn’t care at all. Maybe he’s fallen for Rak’s chubby-cheeks or something, haha!]

    “If Fah hears you say that, will you survive, Li?”

    [Oh come on, don’t tell him! I’m just teasing my own brother… Oh, I got carried away chatting. I called to remind Rak that he’s got a *Typography project due this afternoon with Professor Ji.] 

    The moment she heard the name of that notoriously strict professor, Babe felt a shiver run down her spine. She’d been through it herself and hoped her little brother and his friends would survive that core course too.

    “Then I guess I’ll have to wake him up…”

    [Honestly, I’d rather let him rest, but this assignment has to be presented to the professor in person… and it just happens to be Professor

    Ji’s class. You know how strict she is, right?]

    “Hmm, I know all too well. Guess we’ll have to wake him up… I’ll have

    Rak call Lai back later.”

    [Okay, okay.]

    Babe hung up the call with her younger brother’s close friend before reaching out to gently nudge the arm of the sleeping figure while calling his name. However, after doing this for a while, the person who seemed to be sleeping like the dead didn’t even open his eyes, not even a slight flutter.

    “Rak… still not awake?”

    The shoulder-length brown-haired woman shifted her gaze from the person in front of her to the hoarse voice of someone who had just entered the house. Grandpa, with his head full of snowy white hair, stepped toward his favorite grandson with a smile. Babe guessed he’d been out strolling in the garden before intentionally coming to see Theerak. Normally, around this time before noon, her younger brother would be chatting with Grandpa in the backyard garden almost every day.

    The elderly man, roughly in his eighties, whose body had weakened with age, slowly lowered himself to sit on the floor in front of his grandson. Seeing this, Babe quickly jumped off the sofa to sit beside Grandpa.

    “Grandpa, help me wake Rak up. He needs to submit his assignment.”

    The listener smiled warmly and nodded. “Hmm… I’ll wake him up for you.”

    “…”

    “Rak, my boy… time to wake up, son. Grandpa has no one to eat snacks with.” As he spoke, he gently touched the rosy cheek—red like a tomato— with his rough hand. The wrinkled face of the old man furrowed slightly, wondering if his grandson might be unwell. The usually smooth, fair cheeks he was accustomed to seeing were now as red as a tomato. Out of concern, he asked his granddaughter instead, “Is Rak sick? His cheeks are so red.”

    Babe swallowed hard, her eyes darting left and right as she pondered how to explain this to Grandpa. Last night, when her brother came home, Grandpa was already asleep and had no idea that Theerak was heavily drunk.

    She believed Grandpa wouldn’t mind if a young man drank some alcohol, but drinking to the point of losing all sense like this? Telling him would only make him worry for no reason.

    “…Uh…”

    “Mmm…”

    As if the heavens didn’t want her to sin by lying to Grandpa, her dear little brother finally stirred awake. The small figure lying on the sofa let out a groggy groan from his throat, occasionally mumbling fragmented sentences that sounded like, “my head is about to split open.” But because Theerak’s voice was too slurred and faint, it was impossible to catch the full meaning of his words. Babe guessed he was still hungover, judging by his abnormal behavior.

    Theerak pried his eyes open with great difficulty, feeling as though his brain had gained an extra two kilograms. He wanted to lift his head, but it kept sinking back into the pillow, and his entire body ached terribly. Theerak didn’t know what to call these symptoms, but he was certain they were caused by alcohol.

    He decided to call it… a pre-disaster condition, for now.

    “You awake, son?”

    Theerak rubbed his eyes with his hand before focusing on the source of the voice sitting in front of him. As his vision gradually adjusted and everything became clear, he saw the warm smile spread across Grandpa’s face, contrasted by the calm yet slightly displeased expression on his older sister’s face.

    If he wanted to feel at ease and be comforted without being bombarded with headache-inducing questions, Theerak thought whining to Grandpa would be the best option. But if he wanted to jog his memory and face the harsh truth about last night—which he suspected was an utter disaster—he’d have to trade that for getting chewed out by Phii Babe.

    Chewed out hard.

    Three days and three nights, nonstop.

    “Grandpa…”

    And yes… his body wasn’t ready yet, so going to Grandpa first was the better move.

    “Is you feeling unwell, dear?”

    “Well, I…”

    “Rak… Li called back about something—urgently.”

    Theerak shifted his gaze from Grandpa to his sister, who shot up suddenly. Phii Babe stepped back to stand behind Grandpa, who was still seated, and mouthed something to him, signaling to keep the drinking a secret for now.

    “I just have a headache, Grandpa. It’s not a big deal.”

    “How about some hot Ovaltine? You like drinking Ovaltine around this time, don’t you? I’ll go make some for you…”

    Theerak lay on his side, sending a smile to Grandpa. Even though he knew right now he couldn’t stomach anything—everything he swallowed threatened to come rushing back up due to the constant nausea—he still nodded at the offer. He figured it was a hangover, like the ones Panli used to get.

    But even so, he agreed. If he refused, Grandpa would go out of his way to dig up all his favorite dishes until he said yes. Food was a big deal to Grandpa when it came to him.

    “Then I’ll be right back… Babe, want some too? I’ll make extra.”

    “No thanks, Grandpa.”

    The moment Grandpa left, his smaller-framed big sister plopped down at the foot of the bed and reached out to help prop him up into a sitting position. “Ow… Phii Babe, the room’s spinning…” Theerak groaned, pointing at their mom’s porcelain display cabinet. “Is Mom’s favorite cup gonna fall and break? The cabinet’s wobbling like crazy.”

    “It’s your brain doing that, Rak. The cabinet’s not moving… You really only had one drink? I’m pretty sure it wasn’t just one.”

    “As far as I can remember, just one…” Theerak replied before grabbing a nearby pillow to hug. Right now, he couldn’t find any sense of balance—his body was swaying as much as the cabinet in front of him seemed to be.

    While sitting there trying to steady himself and his wrecked body, Theerak attempted to recall last night’s events. The images in his head flickered in and out, all jumbled up. He closed his eyes to think it over carefully.

    First image… Phii Oh… sitting there with that smile.

    Then… an image… no, not an image… a feeling of fear. And he was crying. An image of Type getting up to come over…

    Theerak was about to lift his heavy eyelids, which felt as weighed down as his head, when another image overlapped in his mind just before he opened his eyes. But when he closed them again, that image was gone.

    It felt like he could only remember a sensation…

    A hug?

    Probably a hug… because it was warm.

    One pale, slender hand rose to rub their face wearily. She never knew that dredging up hangover memories could drain so much energy.

    “I don’t even know how to scold you… Thinking about it just pisses me off.”

    “Ouch ~ Don’t be mean to your little bro…”

    Just hearing Phii Babe’s reprimand stung his heart, and then she sent a small but ridiculously heavy palm to shove his already messed-up head.

    Her big, round eyes watched the fluffy head bounce to one side from her push, only for it to bounce back and plop onto her shoulder in a clingy, pleading manner.

    “No acting cute with me. I’m not Grandpa.”

    “Sorry, I’m sorry, Phii Babe… I won’t let something like this happen again.

    I’ll be more careful, won’t trust people so easily, just like you told me.”

    “Well, if Fah hadn’t stepped in… would you even be sitting here apologizing to me? Thinking about it makes me mad… Mom still doesn’t know what happened. I told her you accidentally drank too much and got so wasted that Fah had to bring you home. If I’d said you got drugged… Dad would’ve sped over to kill that Oh for sure.”

    Wait a sec…

    Dad speeding over to kill Phii Oh? Oh, absolutely.

    “Who brought me home, Phii Babe?”

    But the name of the person who dropped him off… he didn’t quite catch it clearly.

    “Fah… Muenfah, duh.”

    “…”

    Oh… so it was Muenfah—everyone’s Muenfah—who brought a drunken mess like him home.

    But honestly… T___T, no way, not Phii Fah, please. Everyone knows he’s scary as hell.

    Theerak sat quietly, staring at Mom’s display cabinet, which was swaying less now, before asking, “Who brought me home again?”

    “Are you so drunk you’ve lost it? I said Fah brought you back!”

    Theerak nodded absently, sitting cross-legged and burying his face in the pillow he was clutching. He closed his eyes to try recalling something again, but suddenly, he felt that the sensation of hugging the pillow seemed oddly familiar… like it had happened recently… maybe even last night.

    No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t dig up those fresh memories. The warm feeling, like an embrace, lingered in his senses even now.

    “Fah carried you on his back all the way to the sofa… and he even stayed to help me wipe you down for a bit before leaving.”

    It was then that Theerak felt embarrassed around another guy for the first time, his face heating up. He couldn’t explain this strange shyness—it was something he’d never felt before, not even with his cute ex-girlfriend from freshman year.

    If he had to compare this feeling to a situation, Theerak thought it was like someone who’d been out in the rain all day, then ran into a freezing airconditioned room without showering or changing, only to spike a fever that kept climbing. His internal temperature shot up like a rocket, uncontrollable even by a doctor. That’s exactly what it felt like.

    “Phii Babe you could’ve wiped me down alone, right? You did it yourself, didn’t you?” He asked teasingly for confirmation, though he was a million percent sure his fierce big sister wouldn’t let anyone else take on that job.

    “Yeah… I wiped you down.”

    Sighhh… Relief

    Theerak flashed a relieved smile as he rested his round head on his older sister’s small shoulder. No one could touch him—not as long as Phii Babe was still alive.

    “But I only wiped your face and then went upstairs to find you some clothes to change into… Fah helped with the rest.”

    “Huh…”

    His heavy head shot up instantly, forgetting his own condition. Theerak ignored the spinning room and his sister swaying like a display cabinet. He stared deep into her eyes, pressing for the truth…

    Even though he knew his sister didn’t like lying.

    And she wasn’t one to joke around either.

    “Why are you making that goofy face?”

    “I always makes this face when I don’t understand or believe something…”

    Phii Babe dubbed this funny expression the “goofy face” because it was odd and always made her laugh whenever she saw it. She wasn’t sure what emotion it conveyed, but he often pulled this face when he thought she was teasing him to catch him off guard. Plus, the word “goofy” fit someone clueless and oblivious like Theerak perfectly. Naming this quirky, signature expression “goofy face” was spot-on.

    And the “goofy face” he loved to make involved slightly raising one eyebrow—just a tiny bit—widening his almond-shaped eyes like someone suspicious yet confused, his nostrils flaring a little, and finally, his thin lips parted so wide a fly could build a nest inside.

    “So what don’t you understand? I’ve already explained everything clearly.”

    “I understand everything, but I just can’t believe Phii Babe would let… let…”

    “Let what?”

    Suddenly, the sentence he was about to blurt out turned into a lump stuck in his throat, refusing to come out. But because his sister was far too sharp, she guessed what that lump in his throat was. Phii Babe decided to finish it for him.

    “Let Fah change my clothes for me, huh?”

    …No, wait—the lump in his throat was actually the phrase wipe you down.

    “Change my clothes too?”

    “Well, yeah! Rak… you might be smaller than most boys, but to me, you’re still big, okay? I couldn’t manage it myself. Plus, I didn’t want to see your little worm anyway—even if I’ve seen it since you were a kid.”

    T___T After hearing that, Theerak could only let tears stream down his face—but just in his mind, of course.

    “So Phii Babe you let someone else see… see that part of me?”

    “What’s the big deal? Fah has a little brother too, doesn’t he? And that little brother is your best friend. Besides, I know Fah wouldn’t waste his time teasing about something so trivial.”

    “Wait, wait—what’s this ‘something trivial’ nonsense, Phii Babe? You’re getting cheeky now!”

    “I know you’re shy. You’re this wild kid who gets super embarrassed sometimes. But this time, I was really out of options, so I had to let someone else wipe you down… Let’s just say I’m sorry for letting Fah see your little worm.”

    “Oh my gosh… Phii Babe, stop talking! I don’t want to hear this anymore…”

    Deep down, Theerak wanted to know more details—far more than this. He wanted his older sister to recount every step, from taking off his clothes to putting new ones on him. But he also knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the embarrassment of hearing it all. If he listened while imagining every step in vivid detail, his entire being would probably explode into smithereens, leaving nothing intact…

    “…I believe Fah wouldn’t do this for just anyone. I don’t know if it’s because he considers me, his best friend’s partner, that he agreed to help…

    Knowing this, go apologize to him, and thank him for helping too.”

    “…”

    “The reason I’m telling you to apologize is that Fah must have gotten into trouble because of you.”

    Theerak blinked rapidly, staring at his sister with confusion. Besides being blackout drunk, what else had he done? “What did I do again, Phii Babe?”

    “Fah punched that jerk Oh, and Li said this morning his Uncle came to the house. Dom once mentioned that Fah’s uncle is a deputy police commander in the metropolitan area and helps look after his nephew’s shop… If he came in person like that, I think that Oh probably filed a complaint. His dad’s a cop too, from what I’ve heard, though I don’t know his rank. I’m not sure if Fah got scolded or not.”

    Theerak’s almond-shaped eyes dropped with guilt. They weren’t even close, yet Fah had gotten into trouble because of him.

    “Do you think Fah punching Oh last night will affect the reputation of his restaurant?”

    It was the first time his sister had asked for his opinion. Normally, Phii Babe would think things through on her own, rarely consulting her goofy little brother like him. The last time she’d asked for his input, Theerak remembered it was when Phii Babe was in 10th grade, and it was about something much simpler, like, “Do you think I act too tough for a girl?”

    …Not a question that required analyzing various external factors like this one. Theerak thought this question was too hard for someone like him, who didn’t overthink and always saw the bright side of things.

    The embarrassment that showed no signs of fading was now diluted by worry, allowing Theerak to regain some clarity to reflect. Even so, he still couldn’t predict the outcome.

    “I don’t know… Is Phii Fah’s restaurant really famous, Phii Babe?”

    “It’s fairly well-known… If you’re out in that area and have to pick a place, the first one everyone chooses would probably be Your Sky.”

    “Wow… And it could lose its reputation just because of me in one incident?”

    Babe burst out laughing at her brother’s words before saying, “Alright, alright, either way, go apologize to Fah. Have Li take you to him.”

    “…”

    “Oh… and call Li back too.”

    “Mmm…”

    “I’ll go call Dom first. He’s coming to pick me up for lunch… Wanna come along?”

    “Heh, nah, I’ll pass.”

    “Okay… You can use the car, though. The keys are in the room. I won’t need it since Dom’s picking me up.”

    Theerak nodded, watching his sister disappear upstairs. It was as if Grandpa knew their serious talk was over, because he then walked in holding a ceramic mug with steam rising from it. The white mug, decorated with an image of Charlie Brown hugging Snoopy, was handed to him.

    Grandpa’s memory was still sharp, unlike most elderly people. He could remember everything Theerak liked, no matter how small the detail—like his favorite cup that always paired with his favorite drink.

    The brown teacup with hot Ovaltine.

    “Drink your Ovaltine first, Rak. It’ll make you feel better.”

    “Yes, Grandpa…” A slender hand took the beloved cup. Theerak lowered his eyes to the dark brown liquid inside. Normally, he’d flash a big grin and gulp down his favorite drink in less than five minutes. But right now, all he could manage was a faint, awkward smile for Grandpa before lifting the cup to sip the warm, sweet drink that usually warmed his heart.

    “Does it taste the same, dear?”

    “Yes, Grandpa…” The flavor was as delicious as ever—everything was the same, except for him.

    As the Ovaltine slid past his throat and into his stomach, it was like something in his gut was staging a violent rebellion against his body. From what he could recall, he hadn’t eaten anything to line his stomach before leaving the house yesterday. The last meal he’d had was a ham and cheese sandwich at the university, and that was at 3 PM the day before.

    …He wasn’t sure how much of that sandwich was still lingering in there, but something rising up into his mouth forced him to swallow it back down, even though he desperately wanted to let it burst out.

    “Grandpa… I’ll step out to call a friend about some work stuff, okay?”

    “Go ahead. Don’t worry about me—I’ll go rest in my room for a bit.”

    “Okay. Walk carefully, Grandpa.”

    As soon as he finished speaking, Theerak shot up and dashed up the stairs, still holding the Ovaltine cup. His free hand hurriedly pushed open the large white wooden door. The room’s owner rushed inside, darting to the private bathroom. He set the ceramic cup on the sink counter before letting the churning contents of his stomach spew into the toilet.

    It burned his throat and stung his nose, but there was nothing he could do except let his body punish itself. There wasn’t a scrap of food left in him— just liquid pouring out.

    Flush ~

    Theerak reached over to flush the toilet, clearing away the mess his body had expelled, then stumbled out to sit at his desk, drained of energy. His slender hand dug into his pants pocket—when he’d stuffed his phone in there, he couldn’t even remember—and pulled it out to call his close friend.

    [What’s up ~ You finally awake, huh?]

    “Mhm… cough cough.” His throat was still raw from heaving so hard, and not having rinsed it with water made him cough from the irritation.

    [Wow, you sound rough. You holding up okay, buddy?]

    “Rough for real…”

    [Today’s the deadline for the project with Professor Ji, dude… Did you forget?]

    Theerak let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes to calm himself. He really had forgotten. If he hadn’t gotten smashed last night, he wouldn’t have blanked out this completely.

    “Yeah… I totally forgot.”

    [Even if you say you forgot, I’m not as worried about you as the others. You’ve probably already finished the work. But if it were Type or Joy saying they forgot? That’d be a disaster—they’d actually forget, like, no project to submit at all…]

    “Mhm, the work’s ready. But my body… it’s not ready at all.”

    [Ready or not, you’ve gotta be, Rak. Professor Ji’s waiting to hand out

    Fs to anyone who doesn’t submit.]

    “What time’s the section again?”

    Normally, Theerak had an excellent memory for these things—so much so that his friends nicknamed him the group’s walking class schedule. He could accurately recall which days they had classes, make-up sessions, or even offschedule assignment deadlines.

    But now… that white liquid had wiped the timetable in his head clean.

    [Afternoon, 3 PM]

    “There’s still time… so let’s meet at the university then.”

    [Okay, okay… uh, but do you want me to pick you up?]

    “No need. Today, Phii Babe went with Phii Dom, so she left the car for me to use.”

    “Okay ~”

    After hanging up with his friend, Theerak dragged his wrecked body to the bathroom. The small figure slowly stripped off his clothes in front of the mirror. As his thin white T-shirt slipped over his neck, the face of Muenfah— whom he’d seen when the guy came to find Panli in class—flashed into his mind.

    The churning in his stomach, already bad enough, doubled in intensity. His slender hand rose to rub his flat tummy, soothing it, before tossing the shirt into the wicker basket on the floor.

    What parts did Phii Fah see…?

    Did he… see the fat on my belly too?

    Theerak shook his head vigorously, making his chubby-cheeks wobble. He raised both slender hands and slapped his face hard to snap himself out of it and ditch the spiraling thoughts.

    But…

    Even after cold water… hot water… he couldn’t wash away this embarrassment.

    #However Many Thousand Skies 

    The pearl-white sedan—a popular model from last year—moved slowly as the person behind the wheel scanned for a parking spot. Today, Theerak didn’t have to take the van to the university since he drove himself.

    Truth be told, this car belonged to Phii Babe. Theerak didn’t have his own car because he didn’t want to burden his parents. Three cars at home were enough: Dad’s, which he used out of town; Mom’s; and Phii Babe’s. But his sister was kind enough to lend hers often. On days when their schedules didn’t align and Phii Babe had Phii Dom to pick her up and drop her off, the car was his for the day—like today.

    Once he found a parking spot, Theerak hurriedly grabbed the critically important A5-sized art paper and got out of the car. He rushed to the elevator, the digital clock on his phone screen urging him to find the fastest way to the presentation room.

    I’m going to be late, late, late…

    Theerak shifted his target from the two elevators in front of him to the escalator instead. The small figure half-walked, half-ran toward it. Even though the escalator moved at a pace that wasn’t too fast or too slow, his anxious heart pushed him to rudely say something to the person standing ahead of him.

    “Excuse me… could you let me through, please?”

    “Sure, sure.”

    The moment the pretty woman stepped aside, Theerak leapt over the steps without a care, focused solely on reaching the presentation room in time.

    Whether others understood his frantic behavior…

    If you’ve ever stood blinking rapidly in front of a classroom because the professor locked the door and wouldn’t let you in just for being three minutes late… well, it’s only this particular professor who does that.

    “Rak!”

    The owner of the name suddenly halted his steps. The presentation room was just a few steps away, but that soft, familiar voice forced Theerak to stop and glance toward its source.

    “Oh, Mew.”

    Who would’ve thought that on a rushed day like this, he’d bump into his ex-girlfriend from his first year, someone he hadn’t seen in ages since their breakup?

    “Here for class?”

    “I’m here to present a project… What about you, Mew? Just arriving for class or just finished?”

    “I just got here for class…”

    The petite girl stared at her ex-boyfriend without breaking eye contact. To her, Theerak was still as adorable as ever, from the first time they met until now. She couldn’t help but smile faintly as she noticed his jet-black hair falling over his forehead, almost poking his eyebrows. It was slightly damp with sweat. And the person in front of her looked even more charming with those round glasses that suited him perfectly. Theerak still liked wearing oversized student uniform shirts, leaving the top two buttons undone as always, paired with those black skinny jeans.

    Still as cute and charming as ever…

    “Um, Mew, I’ve got to go… I’m in a hurry.” “Oh, sure, go ahead. Good luck with everything!”

    And then…

    “Thanks.”

    And he still didn’t feel anything deep for her, just like before, unchanged…

    The large door was pushed open by second-year Digital Media students who now looked as exhausted as one another. Three hours of presenting in that room felt like time dragged on endlessly, as if the clock hands refused to move, even though time was passing normally.

    “Damn it, someone tell me we were just presenting a project, not running a marathon… Why is my heart still racing like this?”

    “Type, you idiot, you just got scolded by the professor, not ran a marathon.”

    Theerak gave a small smile as he listened to his two friends bicker. Though he hadn’t been criticized or scolded by the professor like Type, he barely survived the presentation, feeling queasy the entire time he was on that small stage.

    “Who could be as good as our eternal Rak? Not only did he escape the scolding, but he got praised so much he was practically grinning ear to ear.” Panli teased.

    “There were two options, Li… Either I smiled at the professor, or I let myself puke right there. And if it was the latter, no matter how good my work was, I’m pretty sure the professor would’ve handed me an F.”

    “Yeah, true, haha!”

    While Panli laughed, Joy and Type simultaneously recalled something they’d been curious about since the previous night. They exchanged a knowing glance, as if they were the same person. Joy slowed her pace slightly behind Theerak and Panli, then pulled Type to walk beside her.

    “Type, you ask him.”

    “No way… If you’re so nosy, ask him yourself.”

    “No… I want to know, but you’re the one asking… you’re the one who heard it, you bastard Type.”

    “No…”

    “What’s going on with you two?”

    “…”

    The hellish twins with different parents, Type and Joy, both shut their mouths, not daring to speak under the piercing gaze of Panli.

    “What’s the secret? If you don’t talk, I’m not treating you to shabu next week.”

    And for someone like Type, who can’t resist free stuff, what was he waiting for?

    “Well, Joy wanted to know if Phii Fah really kissed your head.”

    “0___0”

    Theerak’s eyes widened in shock. Dropping him off at home, giving him a piggyback ride, wiping him down, changing his clothes—that was already a lot, but it peaked at… smelling his head?

    “What did you say, Type?” Panli asked again.

    “Joy, you say something too.”

    “Well, when Type called Rak… actually, we were just worried and wanted to know if Rak had gotten home yet, but Phii Fah answered instead… and

    Type heard Rak say…”

    “What did he say, Joy? Just give me the meat of it, no fluff.” Panli urged.

    “He heard… ‘Kiss my head a little.’”

    “Kill me now… Just let me die.” Theerak muttered, even though he knew this wasn’t something an optimist like him should say. Thinking of escaping his problems by dying wasn’t him at all.

    But with what he’d just learned, Theerak thought disappearing from the world might be the best option. Right now, he just wanted to be a dumb speck of dust floating in the air.

    It wouldn’t have been this embarrassing. If his friends hadn’t found out so much, and if the person he’d clung to while drunk wasn’t his best friend’s older brother.

    And if that person wasn’t Muenfah, the handsome guy everyone adored…

    It really wouldn’t have been embarrassing at all…

    “So, did he really kiss you?” Panli turned to the small figure standing silently beside him.

    “I didn’t smell him…”

    “Oh… your voice is high—any higher and it’d be Doi Inthanon.”

    “How about this… what did you know about last night?” Panli pressed.

    “Li… my stomach’s all messed up. Take me to the doctor.”

    “Don’t change the subject… Did you cling to my brother last night?”

    “Ughhh… I don’t know…” Cornered and out of excuses, Theerak let out a whiny cry, hoping the other would take pity and stop pressing him. No matter how much they interrogated him, he had no answers because he genuinely didn’t know what happened last night. T___T

    “And my brother didn’t tell me anything either…”

    “Did he really kiss his head?” Joy chimed in, asking Panli, who was starting to furrow his brows in thought.

    “How would I know…”

    “Just guessing… what do you think?” Type is as nosy as Joy.

    “Ouch… I’m still standing right here, have some pity on me. I don’t even know where to hide my face anymore ~”

    “Phii Fah kissing your head—what’s so embarrassing about that, youchubby-cheeks? A kiss from Phii Fah is super rare,” Joy said.

    “Your brother… is he good with words or what, Li?”

    “What do you mean, Rak?”

    “I mean, is he going to take the story of me flirting with him and tease me about it with friends? Like that time in freshman year when I got drunk at the freshman party and got teased by seniors until I swore it off…”

    “Not just tease? Kissing you is already impossible… no way. If you said my brother smacked your head while you were begging for a kiss, that’d be more believable.”

    “Really… so I can rest easy then, right?”

    “Well, yeah… I’m pretty sure of that, but for extra certainty, go ask him yourself.”

    “Hey! No way!”

    “What are you scared of, chubby-cheeks?” Joy said.

    …It’s not fear… but he’s just nervous, nervous that it might actually be true. If some sensation resembling a hug didn’t linger in his feelings, Theerak wouldn’t hesitate and would choose to believe there’s no way Muenfah would kiss him.

    But it’s precisely because that sensation still lingers in his feelings… that he’s not so sure anymore.

    #However Many Thousand Skies

    “Walk faster, chubby-cheeks, you can’t drag your feet like someone about to die.”

    Theerak took slow steps while glancing at Joy, who told him to speed up. Who would want to face Phii Fah, Joy’s handsome guy, anyway? The reason he’s walking so slowly is because he doesn’t want to see the other person at all.

    But thanks to the nosiness of both his friends, plus a thousand reasons to want to know for sure, Theerak got dragged to the parking lot—the meeting spot to hand over Muenfah’s condo keycard, which he forgot at home. His brother had asked him to bring it to the university, and because of Muenfah’s forgetfulness, Theerak had to drag himself here to face him when his heart wasn’t ready to accept any truth at all.

    “Phii Fah…”

    The delicate face, now sadder than usual, looked up ahead after walking with his head down the whole way.

    It was at that moment Theerak saw a tall, broad-shouldered figure leaning into a sports car, seemingly searching for something.

    But he didn’t get to see the back for long before the tall figure slowly stepped back from the car and closed the driver’s side door, which he had left open earlier.

    “Where’s the keycard?”

    Just hearing that deep, low voice made Theerak feel a flush of heat all over his body. Joy tried to yank him closer to where the two Pisut siblings were standing, so Theerak avoided confrontation by turning his face away instead.

    “Here, the keycard.”

    “Hmm…”

    He stood silently listening to the conversation, secretly praying that Panli would forget about it and quickly say goodbye to his older brother. Theerak knew this was a good opportunity to apologize and thank Muenfah as Phii Babe had suggested, but he wasn’t truly ready. He couldn’t face it…

    “Phii Fah… last night, did that Rak ask you to kiss his head or something?”

    T___T, ugh… Panli, can’t you just forget it? We’re friends, aren’t we? Can’t you spare me just this once? How straightforward can you be?! Save that blunt, axe-like honesty for something else!

    He could only complain about his friend in his mind, not daring to say a word. Theerak tried to stay as quiet as possible to become invisible in this place, but because the person being questioned left too long a pause, silence intervened. The conversation between the two siblings came to a halt.

    The silence, where even the sound of the wind could be heard, was pressuring Theerak to reveal himself. He turned to look at Panli and the tall figure. It was the first time Theerak had seen Muenfah clearly and fully.

    Muenfah, who was admired by so many, was this handsome… anyone who didn’t like him should know better.

    Theerak wasn’t used to complimenting other men, so his words felt a bit awkward. The last person he had praised as being very handsome was Panli, until now, when he thought there was someone just as handsome as Panli.

    It was the older brother of the Pisut family…

    … Though they were good-looking in different ways, both were undeniably very handsome.

    But all his thoughts stopped when those sharp eyes locked onto him.

    Muenfah scanned him from head to toe, and Theerak, the owner of the body being stared at, couldn’t resist at all.

    Theerak swallowed hard, the sound audible, before raising one hand to fasten the second button from the top to cover himself more fully. Even as a man, he had to love and protect himself. He wasn’t about to let just anyone think inappropriate thoughts about him.

    He wanted the other person to feel as uncomfortable as he did under that gaze. Even though keeping his composure was difficult right now, he wanted to get back at him. So, Theerak retaliated by staring at the tall figure from head to toe.

    It seemed Muenfah was either very open or perhaps just someone who got hot easily. The top three buttons of his oversized short-sleeved student uniform shirt were undone, revealing a black English tattoo in cursive on his chest. However, since only parts of the words peeked out from the fabric, Theerak couldn’t tell what the English sentence on the other’s body meant.

    He had to admit that the other person was indeed very good-looking. With just a few pieces of clothing on his tall frame, he still looked this appealing. Muenfah’s handsomeness was no ordinary thing.

    How many people could look this good just by wearing an oversized shortsleeved student uniform shirt over faded jeans, paired with white branded sneakers and an expensive silver watch with an emerald green face? That’s it, really—just four items—but he looked good enough to score a hundred.

    And that didn’t even include his devilishly handsome face. If he had to say it, all Theerak felt was envy rising in his heart. Even so, he couldn’t help but repeat to himself that Muenfah was truly flawless. Those sharp, captivating eyes when they met his, the perfectly sculpted nose that seemed handcrafted, the naturally full lips, and the chocolate-brown hair left unstyled and natural, with an undercut on the sides adding to his coolness.

    He was the kind of handsome that could steal the hearts of women everywhere…

    As Theerak’s eyes scanned the tall figure from head to toe, he couldn’t help but sigh, feeling a pang of envy that he wasn’t even half as handsome as the other person. Not to mention those enviable muscular arms. Theerak couldn’t see Muenfah’s muscles in detail, but judging from the bulging veins on his arms and the back of his hands, it was clear that Muenfah must enjoy working out and likely had an enviable physique. His height alone was already something to be jealous of.

    “So, what do you say, Phii Fah?”

    The question from his friend snapped him back to reality.

    Enough, Panli… if you still want to be my friend, that is.

    “What did he say?”

    Muenfah’s counter-question made Theerak’s stomach churn even more. If the other person said anything else, he might just end up vomiting right in Joy’s face.

    “He said he doesn’t know…”

    “…”

    Muenfah’s silent, non-responsive reaction made Panli fairly certain that the matter in question wasn’t true. His older brother didn’t like answering questions much, nor did he enjoy explaining himself. Muenfah often said that if someone had already misunderstood something, no amount of explanation would change their mind. People who chose to believe falsehoods from the start would stick to their beliefs regardless. As long as you knew the truth about yourself, there was no need to over-explain—eventually, everyone would forget about it on their own.

    But if his older brother had actually done something, Panli was equally certain that Phii Fah would admit it immediately, as he always did.

    Panli turned to look at his small friend standing behind him, displaying a worried expression, before saying, “I told you, Rak, there’s no way it’s true.

    This is just Type and Joy making up stories again. This time, you can stop feeling embarrassed and worried. My brother didn’t sniff your head or anything.”

    The listener gave a faint smile and nodded in relief. But the weight that had just been lifted from his chest didn’t stay gone for even a fraction of a second before crashing back down, heavier than before. Theerak caught sight of the tall figure letting out a faint smile, which made him feel uneasy. When Muenfah noticed Theerak staring, the faint smile on his face vanished instantly.

    Panli, who was busy turning around to encourage his close friend, didn’t see his brother’s smile. But Theerak was certain that Joy and Type had noticed it.

    “Well, I’ll head out then…”

    “Okay…” Panli responded to his brother.

    Theerak watched the tall, pale-skinned figure open the car door, preparing to leave. However, Muenfah turned back to them once more.

    “Wash your hair… it’s starting to smell.”

    And with that, Muenfah—everyone’s Muenfah—got into his car, driving off in his luxurious black Benz sports car, speeding out of the parking lot. He left the four second-year students standing there, dumbfounded in the middle of the university grounds. Even Panli widened his eyes and came over to shake Theerak.

    “Did my brother really kiss your head…?”

    “N-No, it’s not true. Does your brother like messing with people or something? Maybe he saw me standing there with a dumb look on my face and wanted to tease me…”

    Joy smacked Type’s shoulder with a loud slap before saying with satisfaction, “I knew it!”

    “I think we’re all getting a bit blurry… Should we take a break?” Theerak suggested.

    “Not blurry, one hundred percent sure because I heard it with both ears.

    Your voice was so whiny, and if Phii Fah didn’t give in, I’d be shocked.”

    “Yeah, and Phii Fah’s smile just now too.” Joy added, backing up Type.

    “But my brother…” Panli wanted to insist that his brother was tough as nails and would never do something like that. Even with Phii Fah’s ex, whom he dated for so long, his brother rarely indulged her. But the words his brother said earlier kept swirling in his head, and Panli no longer dared to confirm anything.

    “…I don’t know about my brother anymore… Damn it, I don’t know what’s going on. My head hurts, I can’t figure it out!”

    “No way. I say it’s not true.”

    “Rak… you look like you’ve lost your mind right now.” Joy said.

    “If my brother really kissed him, that’d be way too weird… Phii Fah doesn’t like guys, and… and, and there’s no way it could happen, right?” But if his brother did start liking guys, Panli wouldn’t judge him. It’s just that right now, it was hard to believe.

    “I think so too, Li… Phii Fah is definitely messing with us.” Theerak said, forcing a smile for his friend.

    “Yeah!!…Hey, Rak, you have security cameras at your house, right? Check them now!”

    “…”

    Wow… How tough did Panli think he was, expecting him to watch it all play out on video?

    Theerak shook his head until his cheeks jiggled. He didn’t even understand why he was so afraid of just checking the security footage to confirm the truth.

    “You’ve got to toughen up, Rak. Go back and check it. Otherwise, I’ll die of a heart attack from Phii Fah’s vague words… Even if I ask him again, he won’t tell the truth. Rak… you have to go see if you really got your head kissed or not.”

    “Ugh… If it really happened, I wouldn’t mind, but please don’t make me check…”

    At this point, he didn’t want anything more. Please, enough already. His body was so hot it felt like he’d explode right there in the parking lot. T___T

    “Then how about you come with me to confront Phii Fah at the bar again?

    I want to know for sure. Let’s go now, or I definitely won’t sleep tonight.”

    “Li… I’m begging you…”

    “Come on, Joy, Type, you coming?”

    Panli, listen for once, you hothead. If he got pushed one more time, he might actually explode for real.

    “We’ll go too.”

    “Ugh… Fine, I’ll go check the security footage then… I don’t want to face

    Phii Fah right now… because I don’t know what I did to him last night.”

    He’d go back and check the footage to get it over with. Better to be embarrassed alone than to face Muenfah and be humiliated in person.

    Theerak… don’t ever touch alcohol again, got it!! Burn it into that round head of yours! T___T

    *[1] Typography is a subject that teaches the arrangement and design of letters for communication, or the design of typefaces and the arrangement of fonts to suit empty spaces and various elements beautifully in communication design work.

    TBC

     

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    YOURSKY, Chapter 1

       YOURSKY, Chapter  1

    Every Friday evening, the indigo-ceilinged bedroom would serve as a peaceful retreat. But right now, the relentless clacking of fingers pounding on a keyboard was driving the silence out of this beloved bedroom.

    He was rushing to finish an English assignment his professor had given that morning. Though the deadline was next week, he was the type who hated leaving things unfinished. If he had enough free time, he’d clear it as soon as possible.

    Theerak had been glued to his laptop since returning from university. Finally, one slender hand moved away from the keyboard to grab the mouse and close the Word program. A bright smile spread across his face from the relief of finishing.

    Done at last… I thought I wouldn’t make it today. 

    Rrrrr

    The buzzing vibration of the phone lying nearby caught his attention perfectly. Theerak chuckled softly when he saw the name on the screen before picking up the call.

    “Hey, what’s up, Khun Panli? ~” he greeted cheerfully. The person on the other end must’ve guessed he was in a good mood, letting out a little “heh” laugh in response.

    In such a good mood, huh? I bet you’ve finished all your work.] 

    “No one’s as sharp as you.”

    [Of course. No one’s as diligent as my buddy.] 

    “I don’t like leaving things hanging—you know that.”

    [Total opposite of me… If I don’t have pending work, I’d probably die.] 

    “Haha!” Theerak laughed heartily, his eyes squinting as he used his other hand to take off his glasses and place them on the desk.

    [By the way, did you forget about tonight? Or you don’t have to go if you don’t want to. We can cover for you.] 

    “Honestly, I don’t really want to go. I’d rather rest. Mom’s worried too. But Phii Oh has been nagging me so many times—you saw it, right? Last week, I didn’t get a single moment of peace. If I don’t go, I think starting tomorrow, my life’s going to be a mess because of him.” he said with a sigh. His close friend sighed back, both of them equally fed up with this senior.

    [That damn jerk. Too bad he was born with such a cute face, so people keep chasing after him like this.] 

    “Are you complimenting or insulting him?”

    [Complimenting, complimenting… Oh, and did you tell your mom I’m going too? So she won’t worry as much?] 

    “I told her. That’s why she let me go.”

    [What about your dad? Does he know?] 

    “He knows ~”

    He’s not gonna send his subordinates to raid my brother’s place, is he?!] 

    “Are you crazy? My dad’s stationed in Nakhon Pathom. How could he even get there?”

    [Who knows? When it comes to cops, they’re all protective of their kids.] 

    “You’re overthinking it… So what time are you heading to the event? I’ll probably have to go earlier. If I leave any later, my mom might change her mind and make it complicated.” Theerak said with a laugh.

    [Probably around 10 p.m. I’m getting ready to leave Rayong now.]

    “Okay ~ see you later.” He was about to hang up with his close friend, but the voice on the other end stopped him with a stern tone.

    [You chubby-cheeks, do you remember what I told you or not?]

    And “chubby-cheeks” was the nickname Panli liked to use instead of his real name.

    “What’s that?”

    [You, Rak!!]

    The prankster burst out laughing, having successfully riled up his friend.

    “No drinking until you get to the place.”

    [Yeah, keep it in mind… don’t let your ‘drunk and clingy’ nickname from sophomore year make a comeback. I remember how in freshman year the seniors teased you so much you practically wanted to crawl into the ground.]

    “Don’t dig up the past! Are you good at excavating or something?”

    Haha, Joy always says I’m the son of a master digger.]

    “That’s true… alright, see you later. I’ve got to shower and get ready.”

    [Okay.]

    As soon as he hung up, Theerak looked up at the clock on the wall to calculate the time. The hands pointed to five minutes before 7 p.m. He only had an hour to shower and get dressed since he wanted to arrive at the senior’s birthday party by 9 p.m., so he could sneak out early.

    But when his eyes caught sight of a navy-blue shirt still in its clear plastic bag, not yet packed into a box or wrapped with a bow as a gift for the host, the petite guy raised both arms high above his head, twisting his body left and right to shake off his laziness.

    …No time left, Rak… hurry up and shower so you can finish wrapping the gift.

    Theerak mentally scolded himself. He quickly stood up from the chair and headed to the balcony clothes rack to grab a towel before going into the bathroom.

    Not long after, the slim figure with a height of 171 cm emerged, surrounded by a pleasant fragrance. Theerak pulled a long-sleeved red T-shirt from the wardrobe. He had the shirt sorted—now he just needed to pick pants that matched it.

    Knock, knock.

    Someone outside was asking for permission to enter his room. The sound of the knock couldn’t pull his attention away from the clothes in the wardrobe, so Theerak responded while still staring at the row of pants hanging in front of him.

    “Come in, it’s not locked…”

    “Want me to drop you off?”

    A small, calm voice paired with heavy footsteps echoed in the room, instantly letting him know who the visitor was without needing to turn around.

    “No worries, I’ll go by myself.”

    “No way, you’re too clumsy. I wouldn’t dare let you travel alone at night. I’ll take you.”

    “If you’re worried, just say you’re worried ~ Still so stubborn with your little brother.” he teased the other person. After that, Theerak grabbed a pair of long black jeans—ones his dad had bought him as a birthday gift—from the wardrobe. “Phii Babe, do you think these pants look good on me?”

    “You’re really going to Oh’s birthday party?” Instead of answering the question, she fired one back at him.

    If Phii Oh heard a third-year junior from his department—a small girl, no less—talk about him without any respect like this, he’d think that the senior nicknamed “Oh, the Real Deal” would be pretty pissed off. But right now, it was just him hearing it, so the words became more amusing than an insult to a senior’s dignity.

    Babe sat with her arms crossed, watching her younger brother pull off the towel wrapped around his lower half once he’d finished putting on his shirt and pants. Theerak responded to her with a smile and a laugh, which only irritated her more. She couldn’t figure out where he’d picked up this overly optimistic outlook from—especially since she’d been drilling into him since forever that it’s hard to find trustworthy people in this world. But it seemed her polar-opposite little brother didn’t care at all, always looking at the bright side and bumbling through life.

     

     

    Normally, she didn’t like meddling in other people’s business, even family matters. But this time, she had to step in because Oh’s reputation was no joke. Her boyfriend had told her that this senior liked to toy with juniors—hooking up with them and then dumping them once he’d had his fun. Babe couldn’t believe creeps like that still existed, and she especially couldn’t believe that the latest target Oh had his eyes on was her own brother.

    “Rak, come back early… don’t drink too much. And anyway, Li’s going too, so don’t worry.”

    “I heard Li has to drive in from Rayong, right? He won’t be with you the whole time—how am I not supposed to worry?”

    “I’m glad Phii Babe cares about me.”

    “Well, you’re my little brother, aren’t you?”

    Babe replied before letting out a huff. She sat there watching the skinny guy in the long-sleeved red shirt—a color she’d helped pick out when they bought it together—walk over to grab various items, preparing to wrap a gift for that pot-faced host. Theerak plopped down on the floor, sacrificing his comfort so she could sit comfortably at the table without him claiming any ownership of the room.

    Floral-patterned frosted wrapping paper was spread out to its full width by his slender hands before a brown rectangular box was placed on it to measure the fit. Her brother glanced up at her every now and then, occasionally flashing a sweet smile to butter her up. She was tough as nails—stone-cold, even—but whenever she saw that smile of his, no matter how annoyed or angry she was, she’d melt every time.

    Our personalities are as different as the sky and the abyss.

    She’s hot-headed, brash, and rough around the edges—like a guy.

    But I… I’m clingy, gentle, and ridiculously cheerful.

    Sometimes even Mom and Dad think we should’ve swapped bodies…

    “No need to worry, Phii Babe. Rak will be careful, okay?”

    “…” If what is said about Oh was true, she figured going to his birthday party this time would be worth it—it’d keep him from messing with her brother again. But if he didn’t keep his promise… she exhaled sharply once more at the thought. “If that bastard doesn’t leave you alone, I’ll go punch him in the face.”

    “Haha, Phii Babe, you’re a girl—how are you going to punch a guy? Let me handle it myself. You don’t need to get involved. Just sit pretty at home and wait for your Phii Dom—that’s better.”

    “Girls can punch too, idiot… Why wouldn’t I be able to? And as for sitting around looking pretty—forget it. Since when has your big sister ever had that kind of vibe?”

    Theerak laughed heartily before nodding in agreement. His older sister was different from most women—she never showed a sweet or gentle side, not even to her own boyfriend, always acting tough and standoffish. But the fact that Phii Dom had been with her for three whole years probably stemmed from this very difference. Even though Phii Babe acted cold, sharp-tongued, and emotionless, deep down she had a soft and vulnerable side. She just didn’t let others see it—only those closest to her could sense it. And maybe because someone like her rarely said words like “love” or “I’m jealous.” it made people like him and Phii Dom feel especially touched when she did.

    It’s what you’d call the charm of a tsundere… acting like she doesn’t care…

    when in reality, she loves and worries to death.

    “Hurry up and finish wrapping it. I’ll wait downstairs.”

    “Alright, I will hurry down in a sec.”

    The sharp scissors carefully cut along the marked straight line. As the shiny metal sliced the paper into two, Theerak silently prayed in his heart that no trouble would come to him and his friends. Whether that wish would come true or not, well, that was up to the mercy of the sacred powers.

    #However Many Thousand Skies

    Before stepping out of the house, Theerak had already asked for blessings from the household’s sacred figures—his mom and grandpa. As for his dad, who was out of town, he could only call to say he’d hurry back so they wouldn’t worry too much. Leaving the house after sunset was, for Theerak, harder than a prisoner breaking out of jail. For anyone else, it might feel stifling and frustrating, but not for him. He understood it all came from his parents’ deep love and concern. It might seem odd that, at his age and as a guy, his parents still treated him like a precious daughter.

    Theerak wanted to say… no matter how grown up the kids in this house got, whether they were girls or boys, they were all guarded more fiercely than eggs in a stone nest, regardless of gender or age…

    Theerak arrived at the meeting spot a little past 8 PM because of traffic. He turned into the wide parking lot behind the shop. As soon as the car stopped, he reached to turn on the interior light to search for the gift box in the back. The constant ping of LINE notifications made him start to panic. He guessed his group of friends were bombarding him with messages, probably thinking he’d ditch Phii Oh’s birthday party.

    “Rak, what are you looking for?”

    “The gift box, Phii Babe.”

    “I’ll smack your head in a second. You gave it to me to hold—why are you looking in the back?”

    “Oh! Really? I thought I tossed it in the backseat.” Theerak quickly turned to the seat beside the driver. His sister raised the box high, looking ready to chuck it at his head like she’d threatened. Day by day, he was proving her right about being a total airhead.

    “You okay, Rak? You sure you’ll make it back home today?”

    “I’m fine, I’m fine. I’ll head in first, Phii Babe. My friends won’t stop messaging me…”

    “Seatbelt, seatbelt… Oh my God, Rak, what’s wrong with you?!” Babe yelled when she saw her little brother open the door to get out without unbuckling his seatbelt. At first, she thought he was joking, but someone like Theerak was probably just that clueless.

    “Oh, right, forgot, heh.” The scolded one flashed a sheepish grin, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt before getting out. The small figure was about to bolt into the shop, but a car horn stopped him mid-step, nearly making him faceplant.

    Theerak whipped around to look at his sister’s car. The darkly tinted window slowly rolled down, revealing the person behind the wheel. By now, Phii Babe had switched to the driver’s side. Her slender hand waved him over, and the fierce look in her eyes told him… the full-on ferocious big sister mode was back in action.

    The small figure walked back to the car at his older sister’s call. Phii Babe bent down, rummaging for something, before handing him a gray banknote. Theerak paused silently before shaking his head in refusal.

    “No need, Phii Babe. I got some money on me.”

    “How much?”

    “A little over a thousand baht. I haven’t spent anything. Phii Oh’s covering this event, so you don’t need to chip in.”

    “Take it just in case. If you don’t use it, you can give it back.”

    “It’s really fine.”

    “Rak, just take it already. Stop arguing with me, will you? Here, take it!” Phii Babe quickly stuffed the money into his hand, then pointed a slender finger at his face.

    “Don’t come back wasted, got it? If you know you can’t handle it, stop.”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “Even if the seniors pressure you to drink, just take what you can manage…”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “And if you really can’t make it back, stay at the bar and call me. I’ll come pick you up. Tell Li too—no driving back if he’s drunk… though I guess Li could crash here, right? It’s his brother’s place.”

    “Yeah, yeah.”

    “Right, and one more thing… if something happens—”

    Theerak burst out laughing at his sister’s overthinking. Phii Babe wasn’t much different from their mom, really. But he quickly shut his mouth and listened attentively when she glared at him.

    “It’s not funny, Rak. Stuff like this can happen anytime. If you get into a fight, how am I supposed to get there in time to help?”

    “Phii Babe, you’re a woman. If something really goes down, you wouldn’t be able to help anyway.”

    “A woman, not a baby. Don’t underestimate me too much… Back to the point—if something happens, go find a guy named Fah, got it?”

    “Fah?”

    “Yeah, Muenfah. Panli’s older brother.”

    “Oh, so this bar belongs to Phii Muenfah?”

    “Oh my… Theerak, what kind of person are you? What do you even know besides the size of your own underwear?”

    “No, no, I really didn’t know this! I swear! Li once said the owner of a bar around Lat Phrao was his cousin. He never said it was his actual brother. I just assumed it was some relative’s place. That Li guy never explains things properly!”

    “Not only does he not explain, but you never bother to question him either… His cousin does own a bar around here, sure, but this one belongs to Fah… Turns out I know more than you do. What kind of friendship is this?”

    Theerak laughed heartily. He admitted he didn’t know much about his friend. All he knew was that Panli had an older brother named Muenfah, that his parents were rarely in Thailand because they mostly did business in Hong Kong, and that he often stayed home alone since his brother preferred sleeping at his condo. Every time he was alone, he’d call to complain to him. Oh, and he knew their family was filthy rich, but Panli never bragged about it—he always acted pretty down-to-earth. After a year of friendship, that was about it.

    He didn’t like prying, anyway… If people didn’t tell him, he didn’t ask.

    “Okay, okay. I won’t drink so much I get wasted. And if something happens, I’ll go find Fah. Happy now, Phii Babe?”

    “Hmm, go inside the bar already.”

    “Mm-hmm.”

    As soon as Theerak turned and stepped away from his sister’s car, his friends seemed to know instantly, bombarding him with LINE messages nonstop until the notification sounds echoed loudly. But he didn’t pull out his phone to check—he wanted to tease them, make them worry that he’d bailed on the plans.

    He stopped in the middle of the venue, scanning the area for familiar faces. In the meantime, Theerak took in the atmosphere of the place. It couldn’t quite be called a restaurant in the full sense—there weren’t crowds of people crammed together, no sharp cigarette smoke stinging his nose, and it wasn’t pitch-black to the point of blindness. Plus, the live music playing right now wasn’t loud enough to make his chest thump along with the beat.

    The place had properly arranged tables for customers, mostly in an outdoor zone that took up nearly the entire venue, with no roof blocking the dullcolored sky at night. This kept the interior neither too dark nor overly bright, allowing a clear view of the surroundings without effort. There was also a liquor bar where lone customers could sit, sip beer, and enjoy the live music casually.

    I really like this vibe…

    Before he could get too attached to it, he decided to find his friends’ table first. His narrow eyes squinted to focus on the distance.

    Yes… he’s nearsighted, but he forgot his glasses. -_-

    But the long arms of someone waving frantically in the air reassured him. Even though he couldn’t see their face clearly, Theerak was certain it had to be one of his friends.

    “Rak… over here, dude!”

    Type’s shout, loud enough to compete with the music, made him grin so wide his cheeks nearly split. His slim legs moved quickly, heading straight for the inner VIP section reserved for special customers. The moment he arrived, several fourth-year seniors—some he knew, some he didn’t—turned to stare at him in unison. Type, sitting nearby, asked in a hushed tone:

    “Rak, turn your face this way. Is something stuck on it or what?”

    Before he could face Type, Joy cut in with a concerned voice, “What’s on your face? Come here, let me get it off… Why are all these seniors staring at your chubby-cheeks like this?”

    Theerak blinked rapidly. Instead of turning to his friends, he felt like a freak and lowered his head to check for anything unusual on himself, running a hand over his face. But nothing seemed out of place… so why were all the seniors staring at him like that?

    Thankfully, Phii Oh, the birthday boy, stood up and broke the awkward atmosphere before it got worse. If they’d kept staring any longer, Theerak thought he might’ve bolted out of the place.

    “Theerak… I thought you weren’t coming.”

    “Here… a gift for you, Phii Oh.”

    “Thanks! Next time, you don’t have to bring anything. Just showing up makes me happy enough.”

    “Y-Yes, sure.”

    Theerak gave a dry smile to the fourth-year senior he wasn’t particularly close to. Phii Oh took the gift box and stepped closer, leaning his handsome face in to whisper softly by his ear:

    “The most valuable gift for my birthday this year is you coming to see me, Theerak.”

    The smaller guy stepped back, putting more distance between them. Phii

    Oh’s words sent shivers down his spine—more than when he’d gone into a haunted house. It wasn’t because they were the same gender that he felt awkward; Theerak had been hit on by guys since high school and was used to it, never feeling any disgust toward people of the same sex. But it was the phrasing and Phii Oh’s raspy tone that made his hair stand on end.

    “Um, excuse me, I’ll go sit with my friends first, okay?”

    “Why don’t you sit with me at the head of the table? It’ll be fun.”

    “No, thanks, I’d rather not.” Theerak gave a polite smile, though inside he desperately wanted to bolt home. If it weren’t for his desire to get this scary senior out of his life, he’d never have dragged himself to a place like this.

    The small-framed boy plopped down in the middle between Type and Joy, while Phii Oh returned to the head of the table, a fair distance away. His sharp eyes scanned the room once, and it was clear that they were the only juniors there. Out of the twenty-something people at the table, everyone else was a senior. Phii Oh had told him he’d invited almost all the second-year juniors, so why was it just their little group that showed up? Even though he was a bit naive and didn’t overthink things, as Phii Babe often said, this time it felt too strange to ignore.

    “Me and Joy called and messaged you like crazy—what the hell, why didn’t you read or pick up?”

    Before he could even gather his thoughts, Type launched into a rant.

    “Aw, come on… I just wanted to mess with you guys and make you worry.

    I thought it’d be funny if you thought I was gonna ditch and not show up.” “Oh my god, my chubby-cheeked buddy is way too innocent…”

    Joy chimed in, reaching over to pinch the soft, plump cheeks of her skinny friend. Theerak felt the sting and could barely take it, but because he adored Joy so much, he let her tug at his cheeks every day.

    “If you’d just checked your messages, Rak, you’d know we were actually hoping you’d ditch for real.” Type said.

    “Wait, seriously? Guess I messed up then.”

    Joy smiled wryly before leaning in close, whispering softly in his ear,

    “Yep, chubby-cheeks, we’ve already fallen into Phii Oh’s trap.”

    Type stared at the smaller boy, who sat frozen as if his soul had left his body, while Joy patted his narrow shoulder lightly to comfort him.

    Theerak couldn’t believe he’d actually fallen for Phii Oh’s trick. He’d only dared to come today because he thought tons of his fellow juniors would be here—no one would dare refuse Phii Oh’s invitation, right? But it turned out it was all just a lie from the senior.

    Phii Oh was ridiculously cunning…

    “Me and Joy were gonna let you ditch so we could sit here and drink for free a bit longer. But now we’re stuck sipping sour faces instead, because once you showed up, Li ordered us not to drink at all.”

    “Huh, why not?”

    “Because there’d be no one sober enough to look after you.” Joy explained on Type’s behalf.

    “I say we don’t wait for Li to get here—let’s just leave now. This whole thing feels off. Even the part about inviting or not inviting juniors—Phii Oh lied to me. I’m starting to think that promise he made about leaving you alone isn’t real either.”

    Right now, Theerak felt a mix of worry and frustration. He wanted to march over and smack the senior hard on the head for daring to use his trust as bait to lure him out here, making him look like a fool in the process. No wonder Phii Oh was hated by almost every junior in the faculty. Theerak had been one of the few without any prejudice against him, but now he was starting to feel the same way as everyone else.

    “Then I’ll call Li and tell him not to come to the restaurant.”

    “Mhm… Joy, step out somewhere quiet and call Li. That way he can drive slowly and not rush over.”

    “Okay.” Joy nodded in response to her chubby-cheeked friend’s words before getting up from the table.

    Type swept his gaze around the room and froze when he caught the sly look in Phii Oh’s eyes as he stared at Theerak. That pervert was eyeing his friend like he wanted to swallow him whole. Sensing trouble, Type cleared his throat loudly to snap the target of that creepy gaze out of it. But Theerak, being far too naive, didn’t pick up on the warning signal and instead handed him a glass of water, thinking his throat was dry, before going back to tapping away at his phone.

    Ugh… that chubby-cheeked idiot really doesn’t get anything.

    “Rak!” Type didn’t give up, gritting his teeth as he called out to his friend again.

    “What’s up, Type? Just say it. I’m texting Phii Babe to let her know I’m heading back.”

    “Look up at me, you broken spear!”

    A face too delicate to belong to a guy looked up and met his eyes. In that moment, Type wasn’t surprised at all that Phii Oh was so obsessed with his friend. The guy was crazy about him—openly declaring to all the juniors across three years that he liked Theerak and was pursuing him, not caring what anyone thought, not even bothering to check if his friend would accept the confession.

    Probably because this chubby-cheeked darling of everyone’s is just that cute… it’s only natural Theerak gets swarmed with love.

    “Looked up, now what? What’s your deal, Type?”

    “That jerk Oh is staring at you so hard he might get you pregnant.”

    Those almond-shaped eyes slowly flicked toward the head of the table, observing as his friend had pointed out. Sure enough, someone’s gaze from that direction was indeed locked onto him. Theerak swallowed hard, a nervous lump in his throat, feeling an uneasy churn in his stomach. He nodded as a signal to his friend before standing up from the table.

    I can’t stay here any longer…

    “Let’s go find Joy.”

    “Yeah, sure.” Whoosh!!

    But just as he and Type were getting up from the table, an arm grabbed his. Theerak flinched in shock before turning to see who was gripping his arm so tightly.

    “Uh, Phii Oh…”

    “Leaving already? Theerak you haven’t even had a drink yet. You’ve only been here a minute… Plus, I haven’t gotten to talk to you yet.”

    “Well… we already talked, didn’t we? When I gave you the gift.”

    “That’s it?…Friends, I want to talk to him too, right, guys?…” Phii Oh said, turning to his group of friends.

    All the seniors chimed in enthusiastically, begging him to stay. But when he refused, they booed loudly in disapproval. Type, however, ignored the clamor around them, grabbing his friend’s other arm and pulling lightly to break him free from Phii Oh’s hold.

    “His sister’s calling him back, Phii Oh. Let him go home for now. If you want to talk, do it tomorrow.”

    “Yeah, Phii Babe’s already called for Rak.”

    “Then, Nong Rak, finish this glass of vodka first. I’ll let you go after that.

    Consider it giving some respect to the birthday boy.”

    Theerak watched as a thick hand grabbed a small shot glass from someone and offered it to him. He lowered his eyes to the clear liquid with a sharp smell in front of him. Theerak had a good idea of how potent it was—after all, even someone with a copper throat like Panli had passed out in the middle of a drinking session from just one bottle of vodka. There was no need to mention someone like him, who didn’t drink and had an extremely low tolerance.

    Just one shot… would I wake up tomorrow?

    “I’ll drink it for him. This guy, Rak, doesn’t do alcohol.” Type interjected.

    “Mind your own business, Type…” Phii Oh said with a laugh, though if you listened closely, you could sense the irritation in his tone. When Theerak glanced up at him, it was clear the senior was angry—his fierce glare was fixed on his friend.

    “Well, I have to butt in, don’t I? He’s my friend.” Type shot back.

    “Then I guess my friends want to butt in too…”

    As soon as Phii Oh finished speaking, several fourth-year seniors rose from their seats and gathered behind Type. Theerak saw one of Phii Oh’s friends reach out to pat Type’s shoulder, signaling him to sit down. Sensing trouble, he yanked his arm free from the senior with force.

    “I’m not okay with this… I’m leaving. Tell your friends to back off from mine too.”

    “Guys, back off… give Nong Type some space. Theerak doesn’t like it…

    But, Theerak, could you stay and chat with me a bit longer?” Phii Oh asked.

    He was about to refuse, but before he could say anything, Phii Oh took the liberty of dragging him to sit at the head of the table. When Phii Oh held the vodka shot to his lips and said Type would be safe if he drank it, Theerak reluctantly downed the glass. He only agreed to buy time until Panli could arrive—it was better than letting Type get dragged off somewhere.

    If I still have any leftover luck, my friend might get here in time to help.

    The bitterness burned his throat, but Phii Oh didn’t offer him water. Instead, he handed over a cloudy, slightly sweet drink. Theerak forced himself to take a sip to rinse his throat, but it didn’t help much—turns out, this colorful concoction had alcohol in it too.

    During that moment, the words of Phii Babe and Panli kept swirling in his head. He felt both scared and guilty at the same time. Soon enough, his brain started to fog from the alcohol’s effects. He saw Type trying to get up and reach him, but Phii Oh’s friends surrounded him, keeping him pinned.

    Theerak scrambled to think of a way out every second. Phii Oh kept whispering something in his ear, disrupting his focus. From what he could catch, Phii Oh was rambling on about love, trying to lean his face closer—too close to his cheek. Theerak raised a slender hand to push the senior’s nose away and shifted his chair to put more distance between them.

    It was like he’d lost his senses when he was dragged over. Only now did his mind start racing with wild thoughts—imagining his friend getting beaten up for helping him. His brain conjured up all sorts of scenarios, each one worse than the last. He’d never thought so negatively before, and it only fueled his growing fear.

    Theerak couldn’t stop the flood of frantic imaginings in his head. He even started blaming himself—that his friends were in trouble and at risk because of his naivety and overly optimistic outlook. Who would’ve thought Phii Oh could be this cunning?

    Lost in unstoppable thoughts, his imagination soaring to the edge of the sky, clear teardrops suddenly fell onto the chubby-cheeks his friends loved to tease out of fear. Theerak smacked his own head hard to snap himself back to reality, because it felt like his sanity was slipping away fast.

    The last image Theerak could clearly recall when he was still somewhat lucid was… the wicked smile of Phii Oh.

    Type could only sit and watch his friend lose it under the influence of alcohol. Theerak sat sobbing uncontrollably while Phii Oh hugged him to console him. No matter how drunk he was, losing all sense of himself, it must’ve been some deep subconscious hatred for the senior that made him reject every touch from the other party.

    “Hey, hey!! Phii Oh, don’t do that! He’s drunk—are you seriously going to molest him?” Type didn’t care about the bigger seniors surrounding him. He pointed a finger at Phii Oh’s face as soon as he saw him kiss his friend’s cheek with a loud smack.

    “Mind your own business, you jerk Type. I’ve been annoyed with you for a while now. That other punk too—wait till he gets here, I’ll beat him up right in the middle of his brother’s place.”

    “Shut your mouth if you don’t want a kick. My friend’s having a good time.”

    “I’m not stopping. I’m taking my friend home.” Smack!

    A thick hand slammed down hard on his head. Type shot up, his patience gone. The seniors who’d attacked him stood up too. Type raised his fist to strike back, but his eyes caught Joy standing at a distance. She shook her head and waved her phone, signaling him. Joy was probably figuring out a way to help them. Knowing this, Type calmed himself and sat back down, buying time to keep Theerak from being violated any further.

    It might seem strange that they had to look after and be so protective of Theerak as if he were a girl, but anyone who loved him would know how much he deserved to be shielded from people like this.

    Theerak was never quick on the uptake, always saw the world through rose-colored glasses, never thought ill of anyone, and often got taken advantage of. He was too innocent to let Phii Oh have his way with him…

    even just molesting him was unacceptable.

    …Whether it’s a woman or a man… no one wants to be violated.

    See? Even blackout drunk, he’s still trying to resist Phii Oh…

    Joy, who’d called Panli less than an hour ago and had snuck off to take selfies in the bathroom, came back to find her two friends in a tough spot. She panicked, trembling all over. She fumbled for her phone in her sling bag, her hands shaking as she dialed a friend, praying Type could hold it together a little longer.

    And praying that chubby-cheeks could hold onto his senses too…

    “Pick up the phone, Li, please, I’m begging you.”

    [Hey.]

    “You jerk, took you long enough to answer.”

    [What’s up? You’re just cursing me.]

    “Uh, Type—earlier he almost punched Phii Oh’s buddies.”

    [Trouble already? What about Rak?]

    “I saw Rak crying with Phii Oh… sob, don’t be mad at me, okay? I just went to take pics in the bathroom.”

    [Go find a staff member, tell them to call Phii Fah… hurry!]

    “What!! Call Phii Fah? I’m scared—I don’t dare order someone to get him.”

    [Joy! Pull yourself together, go get my brother now… I just called him, and he didn’t pick up. You have to go get him yourself!] 

    “Alright, stay on the line with me for now, okay?”

    [Yeah]

    Joy lowered her hand, keeping the phone close to her side, scanning the restaurant for a staff member. Maybe it was the worried look on her face or something else, but a male employee approached her without her even calling out.

    “Miss, is there anything I can assist you with?”

    “Can you talk to Panli for me?”

    “Oh, sure.” Joy handed the phone to the employee while glancing back at her friends’ table. Type was still in his seat, but Theerak looked worse for wear—his head drooping, practically collapsing.

    “Please talk quickly—my friend’s about to get eaten alive, big bro.”

    “Yes, yes. Hello, Panli?”

    “…”

    “Uh, Fah hasn’t come in yet. It’s just Real here.”

    “…” Joy stood still, listening intently to the conversation.

    “Got it, got it. I’ll go tell Real right now… Miss, Panli want to talk to you.”

    Joy quickly took the phone back and pressed it to her ear, watching the employee dash up the stairs to the second floor. She stammered anxiously to her friend still on the line, “Phii Fah’s not here, huh? Can this Real guy help? That jerk Oh brought a whole pack of friends—tons of them!”

    “Phii Real’s a business partner of Phii Fah. He should be able to help. He’s pretty decisive too.”

    “Then where’s your brother? I’m so scared I might crap myself, Li!”

    “Who’d have thought that bastard would lie? I asked around, and others said Oh invited them too. I figured the other second-years would show up. If

    I’d known it was just our group, I wouldn’t have let you guys go.”

    “It’s not your fault…” Joy sighed before her eyes widened—she spotted the real owner of the place stepping into the restaurant.

    Muenfah—or Phii Fah, as Li and the others at uni called him—walked in with a calm, neutral expression, nodding slightly to the staff who bowed to him. Joy took a deep breath to steady herself. What people said about him…

    Muenfah, so hot it’s sinful—it must be true.

    This was the first time she’d seen Phii Fah, a senior from her faculty, up close and personal, and not in the usual student uniform she’d glimpsed before. It wasn’t a sight you’d catch easily. Phii Fah didn’t show himself around much, and running into someone as good-looking as him by chance was next to impossible. Joy had only seen him once before when he came to find Panli in class. Others who got a look at his handsome face probably had to stalk him to manage it.

    And today, Joy thought Phii Fah was insanely good-looking. Maybe it was the oversized navy short-sleeve shirt tucked into long black slacks that made the senior look even sharper. The Chinese character tattoo under his right forearm added an extra edge of toughness. Thanks to her nosiness, Joy zeroed in on that tattoo as the tall figure approached, realizing…

    The character was 爱—ài—meaning love.

    “Okay.” Joy nodded as her chubby-cheeked friend instructed, then stood up from the table.

    Type scanned the room and froze when he caught the cunning glint in Phii Oh’s eyes as he stared at Theerak. That creep was looking at his friend like he wanted to devour him whole. Sensing trouble, Type coughed loudly to jolt the target of that leering gaze into awareness. But Theerak, too innocent for his own good, didn’t catch the warning and instead offered him a glass of water, thinking he was parched, before resuming his phone tapping.

    Ugh… that chubby-cheeked fool really doesn’t get it.

    “Rak!” Type didn’t relent, his voice straining through gritted teeth as he called out again.

    “What’s up, Type? Spit it out. I’m texting Phii Babe to say I’m heading back.”

    “Look up at me, you dimwit!”

    A face too pretty to belong to a guy met his gaze. In that moment, Type wasn’t surprised at all that Phii Oh was so infatuated with his friend. The guy was obsessed—boldly announcing to juniors across three years that he liked Theerak and was courting him, heedless of anyone’s opinions or whether his friend even reciprocated.

    Probably because this chubby-cheeked darling is just that adorable… it’s no wonder Theerak gets smothered with affection.

    “Looked up, now what? What’s your point, Type?”

    “That jerk Oh is staring at you so hard he might knock you up.”

    Those slender eyes slowly shifted toward the head of the table, observing as his friend had said. Sure enough, someone’s gaze from there was locked onto him. Theerak swallowed hard, an uneasy feeling churning in his gut. He nodded to signal his friend before standing up.

    I can’t stay here anymore…

    “Let’s go find Joy.”

    “Yeah, sure.” Whoosh!!

    But as he and Type were getting up, an arm grabbed him. Theerak flinched in shock before turning to see who was clutching his arm.

    “Uh, Phii Oh…”

    “Leaving already? Theerak hasn’t even had a drink yet. You’ve barely been here… Plus, I haven’t talked to Rak yet.”

    “Well… we already talked, didn’t we? When I gave you the gift.”

    “That’s it?…Friends, I want to talk to Rak too, right, guys?…” Phii Oh said, turning to his buddies.

    The seniors all chimed in enthusiastically, begging him to stay. When he refused, they booed loudly in protest. But Type ignored the uproar, grabbing his friend’s other arm and tugging lightly to free him from Phii Oh’s grip.

    “His sister’s calling him, Phii Oh. Let him go home. If you want to talk, do it tomorrow.”

    “Yeah, Phii Babe’s already called for Rak.”

    “Then, Nong Rak, finish this vodka shot first. I’ll let you go after that.

    Consider it respecting the birthday boy.”

    As the tall figure stopped in front of her, Joy quietly swallowed a big gulp, then looked up at his handsome face. She secretly gauged his height with her eyes—Phii Fah was probably around 185 cm.

    But now wasn’t the time to admire her friend’s brother. Joy needed to muster the courage to ask Phii Fah for help. She was about to voice her plea, but he beat her to it, starting the conversation himself.

    “Li told me to come find you, Joy… Is something up?”

    “Uh, yes… It’s a big deal too.”

    “No!!!! Sob, I want to go home!!”

    The sound of someone wailing and shouting grabbed the tall guy’s attention perfectly. Muenfah shifted his gaze from his brother’s friend to the source of the noise. At the VIP table in the corner of the shop, things looked chaotic. He spotted a fourth-year senior from his faculty yanking someone around.

    And the one crying out was probably… Theerak.

    “Is it about Phii Oh’s table?”

    “Yes, it’s that… uh, Phii Oh. He likes Rak and…”

    “Joy, wait here… I’ll be back.”

    “Okay, okay.” Joy could only nod, watching the broad back stride toward the VIP customers’ table. Three staff members followed their boss without a word. Joy shook her head, hand on her chest, thinking… this is going to be a mess.

    The moment Muenfah reached the table, the senior—a regular at the shop—turned to him with a grin, greeting him casually in a way he shouldn’t have.

    “Hey, Fah, here to join my birthday party? Come on, sit down. But I’ll have to excuse myself soon—my ‘boyfriend’ wants to head home.”

    “Your boyfriend, my ass!!” Type blurted out.

    “You little shit!!”

    Muenfah glanced at the other senior raising a hand to strike Type. Whether it was his stare or the fear of getting kicked out of the place, the guy lowered his hand and resorted to cursing instead of hitting.

    Muenfah didn’t care about anyone’s glares or words. He stepped forward, closing in on the smaller, drunken figure who was out of it. His large hand grabbed the free, pale arm and pulled the slight frame toward himself. He was sure the other guy hadn’t meant to let this junior end up in his arms, but Phii Oh probably didn’t expect him to do this and had let his guard down, leaving the small guy standing there unrestrained.

    “What the hell are you doing, Fah?”

    “This time, I’ll admit I’m being rude to you, senior… Today, drinks for you and your friends at this table are on me.”

    “I don’t want it. I drink at your place all the time. I can pay—how else would I be a VIP here?…Don’t mess with my kid either.”

    Muenfah stayed silent, watching the senior rant loudly, then lowered his eyes to the small figure in his arms. The drunk guy wrapped both arms tightly around his waist, eyes fluttering shut as he prepared to drift off.

    “Give me back Theerak, Fah!” Slap!!

    “0_0”

    “0_0”

    Everyone at the table widened their eyes in shock at the bar owner’s behavior toward a VIP customer. Type saw Phii Fah slap Phii Oh’s hand away with such force that it made a loud smack, and he knew Phii Oh must have felt a stinging, itching sensation on his skin.

    “You want a piece of me, huh, Fah?!”

    “I’ll take the kid home myself.”

    “No way… That’s my boyfriend. I can handle him myself.”

    “Type… Is Theerak really Phii Oh’s boyfriend?”

    Type stammered as he quickly answered the calm-faced man, “No, Phii

    Fah… Rak’s drunk. He probably agreed without realizing it.”

    “Don’t mess around, Type. Theerak already agreed to be my boyfriend, and he knows it.” Phii Oh snapped.

    “Then ask him again when he’s sober. For now, I’m taking him home.” Muenfah replied coolly.

    “What right do you have, Fah? Think you can do whatever you want just because you own this place? Everyone, look at this—the owner’s acting all high and mighty, bullying customers, doing whatever he pleases!”

    Muenfah showed no expression as he watched the senior rant and slander him. This guy’s behavior was pushing his patience to the limit. Silently, Muenfah counted to ten in his head, promising himself that if the shouting didn’t stop, he’d knock him out cold right there.

    “At uni, he acts so damn cool, handsome and famous everywhere… Who knew he was this full of himself?”

    His sharp eyes caught sight of a junior named Joy stepping into the circle just in time. He gently disentangled the small arm from his waist and entrusted the drunken figure to her. Meanwhile, Type—Panli’ friend he’d often chatted with—rushed over to help Joy support him.  “And now look at this, everyone! He’s trying to steal—”

    Pow!

    “Asshole!!”

    Type and Joy gasped in unison as they saw Phii Fah land a full-force punch square on Phii Oh’s face, sending him crashing to the floor. For good measure, he followed up with a kick to the creep’s chin, knocking him out cold.

    Truly knocked out at his feet…

    Phii Oh’s so-called tough friends, who’d been so bold earlier, now stood silent and still, not daring to move as they stared at their unconscious buddy on the ground. Type let out a quiet chuckle, thinking to himself, A guy like Oh doesn’t have real friends—just drinking buddies.

    “A little gift from the bar owner.” Muenfah said to the motionless senior before turning to the manager standing nearby. “Remove him from the VIP list too. He’s not welcome here anymore.”

    “Uh, yes, sir, Fah… So, uh, what do we do with the other customers who… saw this?”

    “I will let Real handle it. I’ve got something to take care of. Please handle things here.”

    “Uh, yes, sir. Real’s just coming down now.”

    Muenfah walked over to the two juniors supporting the drunk figure. He nodded as if asking to take over caring for Theerak. They let go easily—not out of fear, but because Type and Joy trusted him more.

    “Phii Fah, you’re taking Rak home, right?”

    “Yeah, Li already sent me Rak’s home location.”

    “At first, Li said he couldn’t get through to you…” Joy added.

    “Calling like that… I guess I have to pick up.”

    “Well then, Phii Fah, hurry up and go.”

    Muenfah nodded in acknowledgment, dragging the drunk person out of the shop under the gaze of dozens of eyes. If he were the type to care about others’ opinions, that shocking incident wouldn’t have happened earlier. Whatever Muenfah decided to do, he was confident he’d made the right choice.

    And helping a drunk person escape from that disgusting creep… he’d made the right choice there too.

    #However Many Thousand Skies

    A black Benz sports car pulled up in front of a single-story house, matching the location his younger brother had sent. Muenfah turned off the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt before turning to look at the smaller figure sleeping soundly beside him.

    “Rak…”

    “…”

    “Rak… we’re home.”

    “…”

    Muenfah let out a tired sigh. It seemed his junior wasn’t going to wake up easily. With that thought, his sharp eyes glanced at the watch on his wrist.

    Midnight…

    At this hour, the restaurant would be especially busy with customers. If he took his time gently waking Theerak like this, he could imagine Real cursing him down to his ancestors for being left to run the restaurant alone. So, Muenfah decided to get out of the car, walk around to the other side, and carry the unconscious drunk into the house.

    But then, the car door was opened from the inside. Theerak swung one leg out onto the ground, preparing to step out, only to be held back by the seatbelt. He started fussing, struggling to pull it off.

    “Wait, I’ll do it…” Muenfah said softly, leaning down to unbuckle the belt for the smaller man. After that, he let Theerak get out of the car on his own.

    He spread his arms wide, ready to support the unsteady, wobbling figure from a distance without touching him. Muenfah watched as Theerak stumbled forward, laughing and smiling like a child.

    Maybe it was that smile… that made everyone fall for him.

    That’s probably why Li said he’d rather have Theerak as a son than a friend…

    But suddenly, Theerak stopped in his tracks, refusing to take another step. He looked down at his pants pocket, fished out his phone, and handed it to him.

    “What?”

    “Heh ~”

    A bright smile, untouched by the effects of alcohol, was directed at him.

    His teary, almond-shaped eyes from crying made him look like a puppy.

    Muenfah took the phone from Theerak, and then something unexpected happened.

    Thud!!

    Two slender arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Muenfah was both confused and startled. No one had ever done this to him before, and he didn’t like being ambushed with physical contact like this either. The phone in his hand vibrated urgently, demanding to be answered, causing his ability to make decisions to falter.

    Muenfah decided to answer the phone first, then used his free hand to gently pry the slender arm clinging to him off.

    [Hello, Rak, where are you? Rak?]

    “I’ve brought Rak home already.”

    [Huh? Oh, Phii Fah? Sorry… I thought Rak had sobered up and picked up himself.]

    “It’s fine…”

    [I just talked to Li—he said he kept calling you, but you didn’t answer.]

    “I was driving.”

    [How’s Rak doing now?]

    That question made Muenfah lower his eyes to look at the small figure hugging him. A cute little face was rubbing against his shirt, and those chubby-cheeks—his little brother’s absolute favorite—were pressed right up against his chest.

    “Rak…”

    “Kiss my head…”

    [Huh? What was that, Phii Fah?]

    Muenfah couldn’t hear it clearly either, just like the junior on the phone. He furrowed his brows slightly, stopped resisting the hug from the small figure, and asked again “What did you say?”

    “Kiss my head…”

    “…”

    Both he and the person on the other end fell silent. That request was too awkward to fulfill, so Muenfah decided to end the call with the junior to deal with the drunk person first.

    “Let go already—I’ll take you inside.”

    “Then kiss my head first!! Or I won’t let go.”

    “Why are you being so stubborn now…”

    “Wah… You don’t love me anymore, do you? You only love Phii Babe…

    You won’t even kiss my head, wah…”

    The whining and crying grew louder by the second. Afraid it might carry all the way to the guard post, Muenfah pretended to give in with a light tap on his mouth.

    “Fine, fine.”

    “…”

    Muenfah brushed the back of his hand gently against the jet-black hair, trying to mimic a kiss as best he could. With someone this drunk and out of control, how could they possibly distinguish between a nose’s touch and a hand’s?

    “That’s not a kiss… Wah ~ Liar!”

    But Theerak could tell the difference…

    “I kissed you… How is that not a kiss?”

    “It’s not a kiss! Kiss me here… Wah, kiss me here…” A slender hand lifted, pointing right at the crown of his head while his face stayed buried in Muenfah’s chest.

    Muenfah was starting to suspect this kid. Was Theerak actually drunk, or just messing with him? He could distinguish the touch and even point precisely at the top of his head.

    “I kissed you already. You got an inch and now you want a mile, huh?”

    “Mom!!! Theerak got tricked, sob, Mom!!!”

    “Hey!! Why are you calling for Mom…”

    “I told you to kiss me!!”

    “So demanding! Fine, I’ll kiss…” Muenfah let out a huff, staring at the jetblack hair while inwardly questioning why he was agreeing to something so ridiculous.

    He leaned down slightly… pressing the tip of his nose into the soft strands. A faint, pleasant scent—though he couldn’t quite place what it was—filled his nostrils. Muenfah felt almost as intoxicated as the smaller person in his arms. At first, he’d only meant to lightly brush his nose against the hair…

    But before he knew it… his nose was buried deep in that fluffy head.

    TBC

    #However Many Thousand Skies 

     

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  • GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 5: Dreams Foretelling Events

    GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 5: Dreams Foretelling Events

       GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 5: Dreams Foretelling Events

    “Chief, we haven’t found the suspect.”

       “I’ll go around the back.”

       “Roger that.” The young officer watched the director’s back. It’s not often you see someone of his rank on the ground. The admiration in his eyes grew, especially since it was a drug dealer bust.

       Singha walked along the zinc building to the back, holding his gun in a standard grip before stopping when he heard footsteps approaching. As soon as he saw the suspect peek around the corner, Singha swiftly kicked the black gun away.

       The suspect threw a punch, but Singha managed to deflect it in time. He struck the suspect’s face before pulling out his handcuffs.

       “You have rights-”

       Thwack!!

       Before he could finish his sentence, the other guy swung his arm, landing a solid punch on Singha’s right cheek. The numbness and the taste of blood didn’t faze the young cop; he just spat out the bloody saliva and looked up at the terrified drug dealer.

       “Damn it.” Normally, he should read the criminal his rights before arresting him, but if the guy was knocked out cold, that wouldn’t be necessary.

       A swift kick to the chest sent the criminal sprawling before he could continue, but just as he was about to kick the man again, the dealer managed to grab his gun…

       BANG!!!!

       “Phii Singha!!” Thup jolted awake, drenched in sweat.

    He had just returned from dealing with some photos at the studio. After starting some chores, he dozed off on the sofa. The dream, vivid and terrifying, made Thup’s heart race. He grabbed his phone to call the first number saved, but there was no answer, increasing his worry.

    “Phii Singha, please pick up, please!” The young man paced anxiously. Today was their seventh anniversary, and Thup didn’t want to think about any superstitions or tales.

    The seven-year curse, believed by many to mark a change for long-term couples. Though there were no warnings, when it hit, smooth-sailing love could suddenly hit turbulence. Some fell out of love, some broke up, some departed… and some died.

    Thup decided to call Darin instead, since the older man wasn’t answering. Last night, he remembered Singha mentioning he’d be back in the evening after dealing with the drug case. Thinking about those words only heightened Thup’s anxiety. It was like his dream, especially since the last time he had a dream like this, it turned out to be true, when he encountered a murder case in the forest.

    [What’s up, Thup?]

       “Phii Rin, is Phii Singha with you? Is Phii Singha at the station?”

    [Singha went out on a case, it should be sorted by now.]

       “I can’t reach Phii Singha at all.”

    [Then I’ll go ask the lieutenants.]

       Thup waited anxiously. He glanced at the gifts and a large bouquet of white roses on the table, prepared for tonight, and his eyes welled up.

    If something happened to Phii Singha, what would he do…

    [Hello, is Thup still there?]

       “Yes.”

    [Well… Singha is in the hospital…]

       The phone fell from his hand due to gravity. Thup felt his legs weaken; he tried to breathe, tears streaming down his face, something stuck in his throat.

    Gathering his strength, he stood up, grabbed his wallet, and walked out to call a taxi at the village entrance. Driving himself now would be disastrous. During the ride, Thup kept staring at his clenched, bloodless hands. He questioned why this was happening, how he would cope. Negative thoughts overwhelmed him so much he didn’t notice the taxi had stopped at the hospital.

    The young man ran into the hospital in tears, dashing aimlessly, not knowing whom to ask, unsure if he could bear the truth. As he ran, a voice called out from behind, making him freeze.

    “Thup!!” The young man stiffened, afraid to turn around. If he turned and it wasn’t really Singha, what then? “What are you doing here, and why are you barefoot?”

    “Phii Singha…” Thup turned around, face covered in tears, shocking the older man into running towards him. “Phii Singha, sob…”

    “What’s wrong?! Are you hurt somewhere, Thup?!” Warm hands cupped Thup’s face, and just like that, the young man burst into tears before collapsing to his knees, “Thup!!”

    “You are really warm, still warm.” he sobbed.

    “I’m here, don’t cry, be a good boy.” Singha had no idea what was wrong with the boy in front of him. He saw Thup dash by, looking distressed, so he called him over. Seeing the state he was in and how hard he was crying, Singha was even more worried. He embraced his loved one, stroking his soft hair and back to comfort him, unabashed by onlookers.

    After nearly half an hour, Thup calmed down and fell asleep from exhaustion. He sat in a hospital chair outside the operating room because there weren’t many people around, and he had to wait for the doctor to update him on the condition of the assailant. His large hand still held Thup’s slender one, and his shoulder also served as a pillow for Thup.

    “Singha, wheeze, where, where is Nong Thup?” Darin ran over, out of breath, unable to speak properly. Behind her, a beautiful lawyer with jet-black hair in a suit followed. His sharp, slightly haughty face matched his tall, dignified posture. He gently rubbed Darin’s back and handed her water.

    “He’s asleep. No idea what’s wrong.”

    “Little Phii, wheeze, he called me.”

    “Drink first, Rin, then talk.” she said calmly with concern, pushing Darin to sit next to Singha.

    “I told you I was in a hurry.” Darin complained to his girlfriend.

    “I know, I know, stop whining and drink.” Tatcha, the capable lawyer, replied, soothing Darin’s back after they met during a case where Darin had to testify as a medical witness.

    “See, Singha, he called me earlier, asked where you were, but his voice was short and he sounded worried. When I said you were at the hospital, he hung up. I thought he must have misunderstood.”

    “Yeah, probably. I saw him running around without shoes, crying.”

    “Sorry, man. Didn’t think he’d get so scared. Just wanted to tell you that you brought the assailant to the hospital, but I didn’t get the chance.”

    “Yeah, no problem then. And where were you?”

    “Waiting for Tatcha at the station, we were about to go out for lunch.”

    “Then let’s go, waiting for Thup to wake up and I’ll head back.”

    “What about the criminal?”

    “Singha.” a voice interrupted the conversation, making all three turn to look, “Oh, Merk, what are you doing at the hospital?”

    “Probably here to see the dog-faced woman.”

    “You’re the dog!” Darin retorted immediately, earning a laugh from Merk.

    “I’m here to question a witness in a case. What are you guys doing here?”

    “Singha brought the criminal to get the bullet removed. Here comes the doctor now.” Darin pointed towards the doctor walking out of the door.

    “Oh, hello Phii Singha, Phii Darin.”

    “Am I not a dog?” Merk protested when the kid in front didn’t seem inclined to greet him.

    “In the mouth, right?”

    “Charn, stop whining.”

    “That one’s whining, why didn’t you go back to my room last night?”

    “Because you were probably trying to lure me.”

    Singha rolled his eyes at the two in front who never came to a conclusion on this matter.

    “Are you still arguing about this?” Another newcomer’s voice made Singha wish he could make the sleeping kid disappear right now. “I told you to take turns.”

    “Screw that. Why would I agree to that?” Merk replied before narrowing his eyes at Chan, who was raising his eyebrows, “What are you doing here, Say?”

    “Here to pick up a body for an autopsy.”

    “Isn’t Blue coming?”

    Merk asked before brushing Charn’s hand away.

    “Hold on, I’m just buying some snacks up ahead. So, what are you all doing here?”

    “Let me summarize.” Darin volunteered, standing up and taking a deep breath.

    “Singha brought the criminal for treatment, and the doctor handling the case is Charn. Merk is here for case documents, me and Tatcha are here because of Nong Thup. Nong Thup is here because of Singha, that’s it.”

    “Complicated.” Say commented succinctly after hearing the explanation.

    “Very.” Singha added.

    “Mmm.” The sound from someone who had just woken up silenced everyone instantly, “How’s it going, you dog?”

    “Phii Singha.”

    “Here.” Singha tightened his grip on the hand he was holding, “The guy inside, how is he?”

    “He’s out of danger now, the bullet’s been removed. Currently, he’s been moved to the ICU for recovery.”

    “We’ll have the police guard him.”

    “Have your underlings contact me. And you, following me here, do you know how many hours I waited for you last night with dinner ready?” Charn dragged Merk away by the collar.

    “Ouch, ouch, you little brat.”

    “Then let’s go, it’s almost reservation time.” Tatcha stood up, wrapping his arm around Darin’s waist.

    “Okay, okay, Singha, Say, I’m heading out, apologize to Nong Thup for me.”

    “Mm, go ahead.”

    “Go, go, take the kid home. Check his foot wound too.” Say advised, noticing Thup’s bare feet.

    “Phii Say, Blue brought coffee.” The kid who just walked in handed over a coffee, the owner of the red hair, “Hello, director.”

    “Mm, then I’ll take Thup back, you handle everything here.”

    “Alright.”

    “Uh.”

    Singha led the quiet kid by the hand into the car and drove straight home. The entire way was unusually silent, but he chose not to ask until they reached Singha’s house, where he walked in.

    After settling Thup on the sofa, he went to the bathroom and returned with a basin of water and a clean cloth. He knelt in front of Thup, soaking his fair feet in the water, gently rubbing them clean, only to find blood seeping from the sole.

    “Phii Singha.”

    “Why did you go out without shoes? You’re hurt now.”

    “I dreamed…” Thup pulled his vacant gaze back to look at the older brother before recounting everything—the dream, the curse, the worries.

    Singha dressed the wound while listening, then dropped everything to embrace the sudden hug. He could only comfort with a silent hug; everything Thup recounted matched perfectly, except it wasn’t him who got shot. At the moment the criminal aimed at him, he dodged, disarming the shooter, causing the gun to fire accidentally into the criminal’s own abdomen.

    “Stop crying now, you’ll get a headache.”

    “What would I do if something happened to you?”

    “Look at me, Thup. I’m right here, right in front of you. We’re together now. No one’s going anywhere, understand?” Singha pushed Thup back slightly to hold his delicate face. He didn’t know what Thup saw in the dream or how terrifying it was, “See?” But judging by the fear in those eyes, he couldn’t let go, “Uh.” Thup nodded tearfully before hugging the older man again.

    About half an hour later, Singha sent his younger brother to take a shower and freshen up. Meanwhile, he looked over the many items on the dining table. His stern morning face slowly formed a rare smile. There was cake with the frosting melting to reveal the bread inside, a white gift box, and a bouquet of flowers, all with Post-its attached in handwriting he recognized.

    “You don’t like sweets, so I ordered one with fresh cream, it’s not too sweet.

    “This gift, you’ll definitely use. I’ll wait to see.”

    “Do you like white roses? I’ll go pick them out at the shop myself.”

    Singha read every word carefully. It’s not that he hadn’t thought about what might happen during the mission, but it’s unavoidable when you’re in this line of work. He had already talked to Thup, and the kid understood, but this time it might really shake him up because of a bad dream that turned out to be true, just like last time.

    “Phii Singha.” The hoarse voice, the tight embrace, and a chin resting on a shoulder made Singha turn to look. He buried his nose hard into the smooth cheek upon seeing Thup’s nose and under eyes so red it was endearing. “Are you hungry? Thup can go make something to eat.”

    “I’ve already ordered. Let’s eat takeout today.”

    “Sorry for startling you, and also sorry… for making this anniversary day all about some unknown stuff.”

    “We’ll make up for it next year.”

    “I rushed out without putting the cake in the fridge.” A hug around the waist, then a sigh, Thup tightened his embrace.

    “I’ll eat you as dessert.” Singha flipped back to look at the person behind, the clear face of the puppy. “Did the wound on your foot get wet?”

    “No.”

    “Headache?”

    “No.”

    “Hungry yet?”

    “Not yet.”

    “Want me?”

    “No-.” Thup paused immediately, eliciting loud laughter from Singha.

    “You pervert.”

    “Are you tired? Tired of me, Phii Singha?”

    “Tired.”

    “Sorry-”

    “I’m tired of you always hurting yourself, tired of you apologizing for nothing.” Singha raised his arm to embrace the neck of the person in front of him, then stared seriously into the light brown eyes, “I love you so much, Thup. Whether it’s a seven-year curse, ten years, or a hundred, I don’t care. If you love me, you must love yourself more because I hate seeing you hurt. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

    “I understand, I love you a lot too, and I understand your job is dangerous. I know people are born, age, get hurt, and die, but I want to be here with you, to hug you, kiss you, hold your warm body. Not the cold corpse or something I can’t touch.”

    “Then do it, do everything you want… together.” Their noses touched, “Do everything well while we still have this loving opportunity. Agreed?”

    “Agreed.”

    Their lips met and pressed together until there was no space left, each savoring the familiar sweetness, both entrusting faith and love.

    “Happy anniversary, Phii Singha.”

    “Happy anniversary to you too, Thup.”

    Forever and best wishes to each other.

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  • GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 4: The Curse at the Three-Way Intersection

    GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 4: The Curse at the Three-Way Intersection

       GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 4: The Curse at the Three-Way Intersection

    On the road into the city at night, it was eerily quiet, traffic was sparse, and if it weren’t necessary, no one would want to drive at three in the morning. But there were some who couldn’t avoid it…

    A large truck transporting livestock had just returned from delivering prime cattle to a farm in a nearby province. The mind of a man, soon to be a father, was more eager to get to his wife at the hospital than to stop at a gas station for a break. His tired eyelids slowly closed before his body jolted awake again.

    “So sleepy, man.” The driver tried to wake himself up, but driving for days on end, plus the sun and fatigue, meant his eyelids drooped again just minutes later.

    The large truck’s head slowly veered out of its lane as his hands lost control, just as his body was about to succumb to sleep, a sound from the side of the truck rang out first.

    Thump!!

    “Hey, what the heck!” The driver’s eyes widened in shock before he yanked the steering wheel, guiding the car back onto the path, “That was close, huh?”

    The road ahead captured the middle-aged man’s attention, completely forgetting the sound next to the car. A few meters later, he noticed a young woman in a red skirt waving by the roadside.

    “Who’s out here so late?” He flicked on the turn signal and pulled over immediately, his drowsiness making him forget all the tales truck drivers told.

    Do not greet.

       Do not look.

       Do not ask.

       Do not stop…

       “Could I get a ride, please? The taxi left me here.”

    “Get in, get in, but where are you heading so late?” The man behind the wheel asked, looking at the long-haired teenage girl who sat beside him.

    “I went out with friends.”

    “Oh, it’s dangerous to be out this late. Why did the taxi leave you here?” He thought it was nice to have company, so he pulled over by the roadside, forgetting that this road wasn’t one for the living to travel.

    The sobbing sound sent chills down the driver’s spine. He reached to lower the air conditioning but noticed from the corner of his eye that the girl beside him wasn’t just wearing red; it was splattered all over the seat. Her pale, fragile body now bore wounds, blood seeping out, covering the seat and dripping to the floor.

    “They beat me, stabbed me, slit my throat, robbed me.”

    As the sobbing turned into a voice of pain, the driver trembled with fear. He tried chanting, spreading kindness, and various prayers, but when what you want to dispel doesn’t accept your chants, they become just another poem.

    The driver’s eyes trembled with fear, tears welling up as he struggled with all his might to keep the truck under control, desperate to avoid an accident.

    It’s said that the three-way intersection is a crossover point between the human world and the spirit world, where various spirits wander, seeking replacements or revenge. Some say it’s an unlucky spot, ominous, attracting only evil. Hence, you often see offerings, flowers, candles placed there, or frequent accidents at this very spot.

    This time was no different…

    The path ahead, where the truck was speeding, led to that infamous three-way intersection with its flickering orange light. He tried braking repeatedly, but there was no response. He did everything possible to survive, but it seemed the forces around him were merciless. If it were a wandering spirit, a ghost seeking redemption might have saved him, but instead, the ghost beside him was one of vengeance.

    She was the stuff of legends among drivers on this route. They say if you see a girl in red flagging you down by the road, keep driving until you pass the intersection.

    The driver inhaled deeply, his heart pounding. The intersection was in sight. If he made it through, he vowed never to return this way again.

    “Uncle… I’m not going anymore. Please stop.”

    The driver slammed the brakes with all his might. Was he safe now?

    His fear-filled face slowly turned to the passenger seat, only to find a blood-soaked red dress… with no head.

    “Hee, hee, hee, we’ve stopped now, haven’t we?”

    The voice and the increasing weight on his lap made him glance down. White, lifeless eyes and a broad smile stared back at him. The pale, scarred face from knife wounds, with flesh hanging loose, belonged to the head of the girl now resting on his lap.

    Brrrrrr!!!!

    He looked up through tear-stained eyes at the approaching bright lights. It wasn’t that he was nearing the intersection; he was already stopped right in the middle of it.

    Chroooom!!!!

    The phone by the bedside irritates Singha into waking up.

    “What is it?”

    [Director, there’s been another truck collision at the same old intersection.]

       “Have they cleared the scene?”

    [Yes. It was spotted around 5 AM, but it probably happened about two hours earlier.]

       “What about the drivers?”

    [One died at the scene. The other is critical; we’re contacting relatives.]

       “Clear the road, I’ll be there soon.” Singha sighed, turning back to the young man behind him.

    “Again?”

    “Mmm, sorry for waking you.” He looked down, his rough hand stroking the soft hair of the younger man in his embrace.

    “I’ve been awake since the phone rang, just wanted to keep hugging you.” said the 31-year-old, still acting the same as ever. He tightened his grip around Singha’s waist, kissing the bare chest marked with rosy love bites tenderly. “Same spot for the accident?”

    “Mmm.” Singha let the younger man continue his affectionate kisses and caresses without objection. “That intersection isn’t even busy. Don’t know why accidents keep happening there.”

    “Intersection? Is it a three-way junction there?” Thup propped himself up on his elbow to look at Singha.

    “Yeah.” Singha replied shortly, eyeing the neck dotted with his own kisses, leaning in for another.

    “Then it’s a three-way junction curse, right?”

    “So what?” He moved down to the pale chest under the light pajamas, starting to indulge himself.

    “Because, uh, Phii Singha, you told me to speak first.” Thup looked down at his older lover, who was licking around a mole on his chest through the fabric.

    “Go on, I’m listening.” he said, his face blushing.

    “So, it might not just be an accident.” Thup grabbed the older man’s hand, which was hovering near the edge of his sleepwear. The young man, in his early thirties, flipped his older lover onto his chest before pinning both his wrists. “If you keep teasing me like this, we’ll be late for work.”

    Singha chuckled softly before sitting up to straddle Thup. He looked at Thup’s increasingly mature face with pride. Now, the young man in front of him wasn’t just a freelancer hoping to save up; Thup had joined an agency, gained recognition, and even had his own art exhibitions. This kid had grown up a lot.

    “Have I ever told you how proud I am of you?”

    “Hmm? Maybe not…”

    “I’m really proud of you, Thup.” The sparkle in his eyes and the flat tone of his voice made Thup smile broadly. He had received many compliments from Singha over the past year, but none compared to this.

    “All of my successes are yours, Phii Singha.” Thup sat up to hug the older man’s waist, then gently kissed his perfectly tanned cheek. “Thup loves you a lot.”

    “What’s with the sweetness?” Singha wrapped his arms around Thup’s neck, feeling something pushing against him through the fabric.

    “You’re the one teasing me.” he whispered.

    “Heh, once is enough. Hurry up, we need to go to work.”

    “Since we’re already in this position, you start, please.” Thup nibbled on Singha’s chin before sliding his hand into the older man’s favorite sweatpants, squeezing until marks appeared.

    It took less than two minutes for both to lose their clothes. Their lips teased each other, just like their lower regions, rubbing with desire. Singha gripped what fit perfectly in his hand, ready at his own entrance.

    “Hmm, so tight.” Thup murmured, his forehead hitting his older brother’s chest as the passage was enveloping his core.

    “And do you like it?” Singha asked through gritted teeth, every movement inside sending shivers throughout his body. He could feel the warmth and every sinew inside.

    “I’ve always liked it.” They locked eyes, both gleaming with desire as Thup’s core was fully sheathed.

    “Lie down.”

    “Like this, I want to hug you.”

    “You are loud.”

    “You’re louder.”

    Singha chuckled before leaning down to kiss the mischievous kid who had grown from a pup into a fully grown dog.

    “Don’t faint on me now.”

    “I work out with you for moments like this.” The grown dog rested his chin on Singha’s chest, wrapping his arms around him as Singha moved down.

    “Deep, ah, damn.” Singha gasped for air as the tightness inside made it hard to breathe, especially when he went all the way down, making Thup’s core hit deep spots, causing his body to tingle.

    “Thup, no, don’t.”

    “Don’t what?” Thup’s lips enveloped a nipple, tongue flicking as he watched Singha.

    “Your fingers, ah, your fingers!” Singha was almost out of his mind as Thup spread him open, core still inserted, and now fingers too.

    “Don’t do it again or don’t stop, you’re gripping me harder now.” Singha looked at Thup before kissing him to channel his overwhelming emotions.

    “So intense, ah, it’s so good.”

    Emotions are soaring high along with Singha’s thrusts. He’s so ecstatic he’s moaning low, mixed with the sound of his buttocks hitting thighs continuously. Seeing Thup enjoying himself, he’s ready to indulge as much as possible.

    “Umm, Phii, ease up a bit, I am gonna…aah.”

    “Wait, ah.” Singha slows down, switching to a more leisurely pace, their lips meeting again as neither wants to stop the activities on the bed. “Thup, uh, inside, ah, cum inside.”

    “You have to go to work.”

    “Faster.” Singha digs his nails into the muscular, beautiful back. “Good boy, ah, deeper.”

    “Ah, Phii Singha, you’re too tight, it’s too much.” Thup holds the older man’s waist tightly, his body jerking from the release of love into the older man’s passage. Singha buries his face into Thup’s shoulder, biting down on the white skin to express his climax.

    The heavy breathing of the two on the bed is the only sound now, followed by their soft laughter.

    “Sorry for biting so hard.”

    “It’s okay.”

    “Let’s go shower, I’ll dress the wound.” Singha looks at the bite mark he made, starting to bleed, but seeing Thup’s face, he finds the boy smiling widely. “Then love me a lot.”

    “I’ll try.”

    “You’re so cute.” Singha teases, nipping at the stubborn nose.

    “Try?” The broad smile slowly fades into a pout, tears welling up in the beautiful eyes. “Don’t you love me anymore?”

    “With you still inside me like this, you’re going to cry?!”

    “But, sniff, you didn’t say you love me, you said you’ll try.”

    Singha laughs openly before cupping the charming face of his younger boyfriend.

    “I’ll try to love you as much as you love me.” Singha kisses the beautiful brown eyes framed with long lashes. No matter how many times he looks, he always loves these eyes. “Understand?”

    “Uh-huh.”

    After calming the one who turned back into a puppy again, both went to shower and dress before heading to the crime scene.

    “Hello, Chief.”

    “Hmm, where are we at?”

    “Just moved the car and collected evidence a moment ago.” Singha timed it well.

    “What about the deceased?”

    “Dr. Say is handling it, it seems like usual.” Initially thought to be an accident.

    Singha nodded to his subordinate, then turned to see Thup looking around before stopping in the middle of the road. What the young man sees is a woman in a red skirt dragging the spirit of a middle-aged man across the street.

    “Phii.”

    “Where?”

    “In the middle of the road, there’s a teenager wearing red… no, white. Just stained with red blood.” Thup watches the scene quietly before turning to the older man.

    “She might have had an accident around here.”

    “There’s a case where we haven’t found the perpetrator yet.” Singha speaks after hearing Thup out. “About two meters from here, the body of a teenager was found, killed in the woods. She was assaulted before her throat was slit.”

    “No wonder she’s still so vengeful.”

    “Forensic evidence found semen in the vagina, leading to the criminal’s capture while escaping. He ran out into the street, got hit by a car, and died on the spot.”

    “She might have been searching all along.”

    “The ghost?”

    “Yes. She might have been looking for the one who killed her all this time, and she’s still searching. Someone should tell her.” Thup’s wrist was grabbed as he walked away.

    “Where are you going?”

    “Over there.” Thup, seeing his friend’s worried face, knew he should be careful if he planned to approach her alone. “I’ll be careful, don’t worry.”

    “If anything happens, call me.”

    “I want to kiss your cheek right here.”

    “I’ll smack you, there are so many people around.”

    Thup laughed brightly before gently patting his lover’s hand and walking towards the traffic island where there were many flowers and offerings, assuming many thought like him.

    “Excuse me.” A chill down his spine made Thup choose not to look back but to gently arrange the fallen flowers. “The one who made you not enjoy this beautiful life anymore… He’s gone now, he has received consequences of his actions.”

    ‘I don’t believe it!’

       “The police found him to make him face justice, but karma came quicker. He got hit by a car and died right there.” Thup adjusted the offerings back to their original position. “So you should let go and leave peacefully, continuing like this will only create more karma.”

    ‘Hic, my life… my life.’

       “I know… the world isn’t fair, is it?”

    Meanwhile, Say approached, seeing his friend staring at his young lover’s back.

    “What’s he doing?”

    “Communicating, I guess.”

    “With ghosts again?”

    “Yeah, about the accident.”

    “Wasn’t it because of carelessness?”

    “Maybe partly. We don’t really know what happened.”

    “Got it.” Say shrugged at his close friend.

    “Instead of meddling with me, why don’t you go win back your kid?”

    “A bit of discipline might help.” Say glanced at the young intern who had just started working full-time in the department, and the young man walked away without even glancing at him.

    “It’s safe now.”

    “But was it worth risking his life by barging into a burning, flooded house for some stupid thing?” Say’s voice grew harsher.

    “The stupid thing you’re talking about is the bracelet you gave to your lover, isn’t it?”

    “I can buy a hundred more of those.”

    “But those hundred won’t mean the same as the one you specifically gave him.” Singha patted his friend’s shoulder to remind him, “Think about it, Say.”

    Singha walked over to Thup, who was running back with his usual smile.

    “She’s gone. She left.”

    “Want to start a ghost-busting business? Could be a hit.” Singha teased, wiping the sweat from Thup’s forehead.

    “Can I open an office in your station?”

    “No way.”

    “Can’t use my boyfriend’s connection with the director?” Thup tilted his head, pleadingly. “Sorry, I don’t abuse my relationships.”

    “Then…” Thup held his older man’s hand and kissed the ring Singha had recently put on his ring finger on his birthday last year. “Do I need a connection to invite the director for dinner?”

    “There’s got to be something in return.” Singha raised an eyebrow at the young man.

    “Both my body and heart are all for you.”

    “I’m going to puke, Thup.”

    “I know you like it.” The soft laughter of the two teasing each other was a familiar sight for the station officers.

    “Wait by the car, it’s hot here, and you’re all red.” Singha suggested a change of topic because the kid in front of him was right. He really did enjoy it when Thup acted this way.

    “Okay.” Thup, always obedient as ever.

    It’s been said he’s always been Phii Singha’s little puppy.

      

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  • GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 3: Doctor vs. Forensic Intern

    GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 3: Doctor vs. Forensic Intern

       GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 3: Doctor vs. Forensic Intern

    “Doctor Say, the chief wants to see you.” The female officer, after much hesitation, finally opened the door to the forensic lab. It wasn’t hard to open, but what was inside made her brace herself before entering. Interrupting the head of the forensic department’s rest was never a good idea.

    The young man lying on the sofa slowly pulled the gown off his face, his sharp eyes glancing at the officer at the door before he got up and stretched.

    “Be there in a bit.” His voice, usually soft and deep, sounded colder, interrupted during his sleep.

    “U-understood.” The female officer quickly left the room and ran to report to her superior.

    At this station, there were two people everyone preferred not to encounter. One was Chief Singha, whose mistakes were met with ear-splitting scoldings, and the other was Dr. Say, the head of forensics. Unlike Singha’s yelling, Dr. Say’s calm words and cutting gaze could wound deeply. If Singha was a tiger ready to pounce and tear everything apart, Dr. Say was more like a wolf patiently waiting for his prey to slip before moving in for the kill.

    The young doctor yawned all the way, his vibrant red hair clashing with his white shirt and black slacks, a familiar sight. When well-rested, Say was the epitome of quiet composure, but sleep-deprived, he was like a ticking time bomb.

    “So, you start your internship today. Dr. Say will oversee and evaluate you.” Singha looked up as someone entered without knocking. “Perfect timing, come in.”

    “Who’s this kid?”

    “A forensic intern starting today. Introduce yourself.”

    “Hello, Dr. Say. I’m Blue, 29 years old. Please take care of me.”

    Say scrutinized the young man again. Around 180 cm tall, jet-black hair, sharp features complementing his honey-toned skin, with keen brown eyes… not bad, seemingly not clumsy.

    “We just got a new case. You’ll go with me, Say.”

    “Mm.”

    “What case?”

    “A 25-year-old wife went shopping at noon, returned home to find her 55-year-old husband dead in his study, likely from a chronic illness.” The two friends exchanged knowing looks. “But the medication is missing.”

    “Suspecting murder then?”

    “The deceased was a billionaire, divorced his former wife, remarried his current wife after just three months of dating.”

    “Meet at the car.”

    Say walked out of Singha’s office back to the forensic lab, with a young intern quietly following behind him. [It wasn’t the first time interns had come here, but only a few made it through their training. Say was curious how long this seemingly arrogant kid would last.]

       “Go get the supplies.”

    “Excuse me?”

    “I don’t like repeating myself.” Say’s sharp eyes glanced over with a flat tone, causing the young man to halt.

    “I’ve been here less than an hour. How am I supposed to know the system or where anything is? Are you going to order me around without any instructions?”

    Say didn’t turn to look; he just stopped walking.

    “The ones who survive here are those who learn first. Before speaking, have you entered the room?”

    The intense gaze swept over Blue, emotionless, sending a chill down his spine, making him unable to retort further.

    Blue was always at the top of his class in forensic science, never second-best in any activity or competition. His life was all about studying, studying, and more studying, which left his social skills lacking, including talking to people. He eyed Say’s broad back before pressing his lips together. When he learned he was being sent here, he expected an older, academic, strict supervisor, but Say was the opposite and someone he never expected to meet…

    That person was Dr. Say, one of the top forensic pathologists known for handling tough cases, standing nearly 190 cm tall, with striking red hair against the sterile white room, and infamous for his fierceness.

    Upon entering the forensic lab, Blue felt an overwhelming sense of discomfort, as if he might not survive this internship. Say’s sharp eyes watched as Blue picked up a bag and equipment from the shelves near the door. Say was right; there was nothing much to prepare when everything was already packed for quick deployment. He just had to retrieve it, it was the first lesson he learned in forensics.

    “I’m sorry.” Blue decided to speak up to end the tension.

    “About what?”

    “Sorry for arguing with you earlier.” The young man said. Say didn’t respond much, just walked closer until the height difference was palpable to the person standing by the door. His sharp eyes stared until the young man felt breathless, but before he could say anything, a heavy bag hit his chest, landing in his arms.

    “Don’t get in the way.” Say said before walking out with a camera in hand, leaving only the young man heaving a sigh of relief.

    When they reached the scene, Singha told the officers to leave so the forensic team could work. Darin approached, clapping his friend’s shoulder, pointing backward.

    “Is that the new kid Singha took in?”

    “Intern.”

    “Yeah, he’s a looker. He’s like the eye-candy son I never had.”

    “Since when did Thup become not-your son?”

    “Since the kid came to the station. What’s his name again?”

    “Blue.”

    “You think he’ll make it?”

    “Not sure yet.”

    “Take it easy.” Darin patted her friend’s shoulder, whispering, “If this one doesn’t make it, you’re in for some heavy work next time, I won’t come to help.”

    “Are you worried about me or looking for the eye-candy?”

    “Eye-candy.” Darin laughed softly before snatching the camera from Say to photograph the crime scene.

    “Should I start collecting evidence around the area?” Blue asked as he entered the scene.

    “Uh-huh.”

    Every move Blue made was under the watchful eyes of the forensic doctor leaning against the door frame, observing everything. Properly equipped with shoe covers, the young man displayed good skills, not missing the gloves as Say had anticipated. Everything went into the bag without needing instructions, but then Blue suddenly stopped, prompting Say to approach.

    “What’s up?”

    “There’s a wet mark at the base of the victim’s glass.”

    Say leaned down to look at the victim’s tea glass. It wouldn’t be unusual for there to be water droplets around the glass… if it had been cold water. Not hot.

    “Collect it.”

    “Yes.” As Blue was collecting the sample, he fumbled, spilling the tea on himself up to his arm, “Oh… sorry, boss.”

    “Put everything down.”

    “Sir?”

    “Put it down!” The shout made Blue, who was already worried about getting scolded, even more anxious. Say grabbed him by the collar and forcefully pulled him away from the area. “Rin, make sure you collect the sample and send it to the lab, don’t touch anything else.”

    “Sure, sure, let’s go.” Darin had worked with his friend for a long time. She knew both friends well. They wouldn’t scold without reason, but their harsh actions spoke volumes.

    The new intern, on his first real fieldwork, had made a mistake, getting dragged out by the collar, only to worry about his error. His mistake wasn’t just contaminating the scene; it could also compromise the case. Once dragged to the chief’s car, Say let go.

    “I’m really sorry—”

    “Take off your shirt.”

    “Sir?”

    “I told you I don’t like repeating myself. When I give an order, follow it.”

    “But…”

    “Are you going to do it yourself, or do I have to tear it off?”

    The seriousness in Say’s demeanor made Blue comply without any room for resistance. His smooth, honey-toned skin came into view. Though not heavily muscled, his physique was well-proportioned.

    “Hold out your arm.” This time, there were no questions, no hesitation. Blue extended his arm to his boss, not wanting to cause more trouble. Water from a bottle was poured over his arm down to his hand and repeated until Blue had to ask.

    “What’s in the water?”

    “In the housekeeper’s investigation report, she started feeling dizzy, tired, nauseous, and had diarrhea on Sunday. She began experiencing fatigue, chest tightness this morning, and before she died, she had difficulty breathing, then her heart failed.” Blue listened to the now softer voice, a stark contrast to before. The rough hand gently stroked his arm, contradicting his tough demeanor. “What do you think?”

    “…Carbamate.” [1] Carbamates, a group of chemicals used as pesticides.

       “Good guess. Thought you might go for something else.”

    “It’s colorless and can cause heart failure. If someone wanted to kill in a way that looks like an accident related to pre-existing heart conditions, they’d choose this.” After speaking, Blue’s chin was lifted by the rough hand, his red hair contrasting slightly with his fair skin, his dark, intense eyes matching his sharp features.

    “Sit here.”

    “But my work—”

    “I don’t like people arguing.”

    “I’m not arg—” Blue stopped when the man raised an eyebrow as if scolding him with a look. “This is my first real job.”

    “And?”

    “And I messed up.”

    “Yes, you did. You contaminated the crime scene, damaged vital evidence, and put yourself at risk.”

    “I’m sorry, boss.” Blue stood up and bowed sincerely. He wasn’t the type to be overly confident in himself to the point of not listening. He was ready to apologize and correct his mistakes.

    “Next time, don’t mess up. Go wait in the car and monitor your symptoms. If anything feels off, call someone.” Say handed Blue his own jacket that was left on Singha’s car for the young man who was sitting there.

    “Sure” Not even taking a step back into the crime scene, Say’s shirt was tugged from behind.

    “Hmm”

    “Doctor Say… thank you.”

    Say walked back into the crime scene with the close friends watching him with teasing smiles.

    “What the hell is this?” Say asked before starting to gather all the evidence again.

    “Singha, I heard the dogs around here badmouthing you, dude.” Darin said, raising his voice slightly.

    “Bad Mouthing me how?” Singha, who had just returned after questioning the house residents, joined in.

    “They said the kid is annoying, how could you stand him?”

    “Really? But I just saw the guy who finds kids annoying petting the kid’s arm.”

    “OMG, I knew it. My inner shipper still works!”

    “Aren’t you guys supposed to be working? If not, get out, you’re in the way.”

    “Snort, the maid said every morning the wife would make tea for the deceased, alone in the kitchen, confident that early this month she heard the wife urging the deceased to rewrite his will.”

    “If the autopsy matches with this drug, the case is closed.” Say had his subordinates take the body back to the station for further examination, “Rin, go back and recheck the kid’s body too.”

    “Why don’t you do it yourself?”

    “Is that my job?”

    “Oh, come on, you just want to check thoroughly out of concern, don’t pretend I don’t know Blue is your type, right Singha?” Darin shook her friend’s arm for solidarity.

    “Nonsense.” Say shook his head slightly before packing away the evidence from the scene into his bag.

    Singha didn’t add anything to Darin’s comments. He just smiled at his friends’ banter; whatever was going to happen would happen. He and Thup were examples of that.

    Three weeks passed with the intern Blue joining them. Though they didn’t talk much, it was strange that there was never any awkwardness in the office. Blue was organizing equipment for evidence collection into his bag, having just used it in yesterday’s case. During this, a cold touch on his cheek made him look up.

    “Thank you.” Blue’s slender eyes glanced at the person bringing him a cold drink, which he accepted. The scent of menthol cigarettes was another thing Blue was getting used to with this person.

    “Where are you going tonight?” Say asked before sprawling on the sofa, “Back to my room.”

    “Singha is taking you out for dinner.”

    “The chief is buying dinner? For what occasion?”

    “Free time.”

    Another thing Blue was getting accustomed to was Say’s concise speech. He wondered how much more economical he could get with words, “Are you inviting me, sir?”

    “And why would I not?”

    “Well…” Every time there was a field assignment, if nothing thrilling happened, it was always Blue who got scolded. It was clear that the person currently covering his face with a gown for a nap didn’t like him, “You don’t like me.”

    “What makes you think that?”

    “You’re always scolding me, no matter if I’m right or wrong.” Blue immediately bit his lip, having spent the last two weeks in close proximity with Say, which had started to break down their initial barriers. Say removed the gown from his face, stood up to his full height, and walked over to the intern with twinkling eyes, then slowly squatted beside him without breaking eye contact.

    “Uh… I’m sorry.”

    “Here, interns never last more than three days.”

    “So… what now?”

    “The fact that you’re still here means I’m already very kind.”

    “This is your version of kindness?”

    “What do you think?”

    “It’s far from kind.”

    Say chuckled in his throat before gently tapping the forehead of the intern in front of him.

    “I’ll try my best.”

    “I’ll try to work better so you don’t have to try so hard to be kind.”

    “Finish packing, and I’ll see you outside.”

    “Where are we going?”

    “Taking the kid out for something to eat.” Blue smiled after the red-haired man walked out of the room.

    No, he didn’t think Dr. Say was cruel at all, quite the opposite; his kindness made his heart beat faster once again.

     

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  • GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 2: Intelligence Police and Mandatory Doctor

    GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 2: Intelligence Police and Mandatory Doctor

       GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 2: Intelligence Police and Mandatory Doctor

    In the chaotic hospital bustling with people, a young doctor who had just left the examination room less than ten minutes ago, hoping for a cup of coffee, was interrupted by his vibrating communication device. He turned to the wall and gently began banging his head against it.

    “Damn it!”

    “Is everything alright, Doctor?”

    “Uh… nothing, just fine.” Charn smiled at the nurse before rushing to the recovery ward upstairs where he was needed, though he really wanted to escape back to his condo.

    “Were you calling for me?” Charn asked the nurses at the counter.

    “Yes, Doctor Charn, sorry to bother you after your shift, but the police are here asking about the patient in room 804.”

    “Police?” Charn furrowed his brows slightly before heading to the recovery room he was responsible for.

    “Hello… sir.”

    “Hello, you little smart aleck?”

    “Hold on, see this?”

    “Shirt?”

    “What kind of shirt?”

    “A gown.”

    “Correct! This is a gown, this means I’m a doctor.” Charn pointed at himself with pride, “not the kid from that drinking session.”

    “I have to work with you?” The intelligence police officer leaned back in his chair, looking utterly despairing.

    “So, what brings you here?”

    “The guy lying there is a suspect in a murder case.”

    “For real?!”

    “Oh, I’m kidding, he’s actually a cotton candy seller, I just wanted some.”

    “You’re being sarcastic, Khun Merk.”

    “Think before you ask, Charn.” Despite being three years apart in age, there was no awkwardness between them, especially not since the night they bonded over drinks, all formalities had vanished. “When will he wake up?”

    “Probably in a day or two, he will have a skull fracture but no bleeding, no brain swelling, torn lung, broken ribs, ruptured spleen.” Charn reported the injuries casually before flopping onto the sofa, “Where did he get himself into such a life-threatening mess?”

    “He killed a restaurant owner… then got hit by the owner’s son with a car.”

    “Well, the case closed then, with a victim, perpetrator, and another perpetrator who was also a victim.”

    “Yeah, except there’s another body at the scene that doesn’t seem related at all.” Merk twisted slightly before standing up, “I’ll get someone to keep watch.”

    “Where are you going?”

    “What good does knowing do you?”

    “Maybe I’ll get a free meal coupon.” Merk rolled his eyes, then glanced at his watch, “Treat me to a meal.”

    “A doctor with no money for food?”

    “What do you think, being a doctor makes me rich?”

    “I’m not free, got to go.”

    “If you treat me to a meal, I might help with the case.”

    “Help with what?”

    “Like investigating the crime scene, checking on patients, stuff like that.” Chan stood up from the sofa, tilting his head arrogantly.

    “I have a forensic team.”

    “That’s cold, man.”

    Merk shook his head slightly and answered his vibrating phone.

    “Yes, boss?”

    [Where are you now?]

       “At the hospital, checking on the suspect who just got surgery.”

    [Perfect, the body found in the restaurant’s freezer was sent to the hospital. The forensic doctor is about to examine it. You can go listen in or wait for the report.]

       “…Sure.” After hanging up, Merk rolled his eyes at the kid who was annoyingly raising his eyebrows, “Doctors eavesdropping on people’s conversations?”

    “With how loud you’re talking, I’d have to put my ear in the toilet to not hear you.”

    “Come for food, then follow me.”

    “No way, too late for that, officer. You saw my late fee, ‘Don’t play hard to get.’”

    “First, I know I’m late on my fee. Second, I’m not going into the autopsy room because it’s not delightful.”

    “First, it was pointless from the start. Second… scared to death, my mind tells me I don’t have to be sharp, just a small fry.”

    “I wasn’t the one starting trouble in the first place. Sorry, officer, go enjoy looking at the corpse alone.”

    “Oh, really?” Merk raised an eyebrow before smirking at the kid about to leave, “It’s okay, Dr. Charn, everyone’s scared of ghosts, not everyone’s brave, I get it.”

    Merk spoke with full sympathy, but his face was mocking, making the robed man frown deeply.

    “Sigh. I should go, I got work to do that some won’t dare, you know, kids will be kids.” Merk walked off, counting in his head. If he couldn’t handle this kid, he’d have stopped hanging out with Darin, Say, and Singha long ago. They were like ten of this kid rolled into one.

    Three.

    Two.

    One.

    “Alright!! I’ll go too. I’m almost an adult, why act like a kid! And you’re buying dinner!!”

    “Heh, sure, sure, all grown up now.” The one time at a drinking session he accidentally called this kid ‘little one’, he’d nearly died from the outrage. That told him all he needed to know about how to push his buttons.

    The two reached the autopsy room, not far from the morgue. Ever since the haunted house incident, Charn, already afraid of ghosts, didn’t suddenly become a ghost-whisperer just because he grew up in a temple. Look at Thup, who sees ghosts regularly yet is scared stiff, completely different!

    “You’re walking this close, should I just go in?”

    “Just walk.”

    Merk rolled his eyes at the kid behind him. He was genuinely starting to think he’d made a mistake bringing this kid along.

    The scent of formaldehyde filled the room, something doctors were used to from their studies, but the sight of a corpse on the autopsy table was still unnerving since he dealt with living people daily.

    “Listen, Charn, if you bump into me one more time, I’ll really kick you.” Merk snapped, annoyed by the kid’s incessant clinging, “What kind of doctor are you?”

    “A Thai doctor. If it were in English, would I be a French doctor, madamsang?” Wanting to hear the language.

    “Annoying.” Merk rolled his eyes for the hundredth time that day since meeting up. He moved closer to examine the mysterious corpse brought from the nearby crime scene, then called the brat over, “Alright, your job, doctor.”

    “I diagnose it as dead.”

    “Then I could be a doctor too.” Charn sighed before stepping closer to inspect.

    “Yeah.”

    “Still, the forensic team needs to examine it. I treat the living.”

    “Where did you find it again?”

    “In a freezer at a restaurant.”

    “A restaurant?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Can I have the restaurant’s name?”

    “Why?”

    “So I know not to eat there. Look at this.” Charn reached for a pointer stick on the table, then pointed at the right arm of the deceased, where some flesh was thinly sliced and removed with precision, “Some flesh here is missing, and this abdominal incision is fresh, probably died two or three days ago, hard to tell being in a freezer, but this kind of wound, looks like something was inserted there.”

    “Don’t tell me…”

    “I’ll tell you.” Charn said, pointing a stick that he once used to poke at a corpse towards Merk, “This isn’t just a victim, it looks like it could be raw material too, a surprise.”

    “Oh, Charn, will you just shut up!” Merk swung the file in his hand to slap the forensic doctor, who he had forcefully brought along.

    “Well, you dragged me into this.”

    Knock, knock, knock.

    “Damn it!” Charn, who was laughing heartily at the sight of the police officer nearly vomiting, jumped in surprise at the sudden knock on the door.

    “Wow, that scared the bejesus out of me.”

    “I mean, I was surprised too.”

    “Hello. I am the forensic doctor here to examine the body.”

    “Oh, Dr. Ray.”

    “Hey there, you little troublemaker.”

    “My name is Merk.” The newcomer greeted Charn warmly, “And you are…”

    “I’m the intelligence officer sent to gather preliminary data.”

    “Just a bit.”

    “It’s quite the mess, isn’t it?”

    “I guess you might have some doubts about this case.”

    “Yes. If the autopsy results match the evidence from the restaurant, we might be able to wrap up the case.”

    “Then I’ll get to the examination right away. The lab is already checking the evidence found at the shop.”

    “Alright, I’m not in much of a hurry today.”

    “How about we grab a coffee after we’re done here to go over the details?”

    “Alright then.” I’ll get to…

    “Feeling peckish.” Charn suddenly chimed in, completely oblivious to whatever the conversation was about.

    “I think I’ve got muscle strain.”

    “Double standards!”

    “Delusional.”

    “Haha, you two seem pretty close. Do you know each other?”

    “More like forced to know each other.” Merk replied to the young doctor who probably wasn’t much younger than him. Just over 180 cm tall, about the same height as the kid next to him, but he looked much more composed and mature.

    “Where to? You said you were treating us to lunch.”

    “Oh, right. Excuse me for a moment, doctor. I’ll be back in about an hour.”

    “Just call me Ray. I think we’re about the same age.”

    “Sure thing.”

    “Food!”

    Finally, Merk dragged the troublesome kid to a nearby cafe, not far from the hospital. The place had food, drinks, and blessedly, air conditioning.

    “What do you want to eat?”

    “You yell at me with such a strong voice, but with the doctor, it’s all sweet and gentle.”

    “You want me to yell at him the first time we meet? Manners, man.”

    “You yelled at me the first time we met.” The kid retorted.

    “I must have been possessed.” Merk said, opening the menu to order what he fancied.

    “I’ll have the same, but change the water to iced green tea.” Charn smiled at the waiter, then turned to look at Merk with a death glare.

    “Oh, but you’re all smiles for the girl, and then you give me that sour face.”

    “Your face looks like a butt?”

    “Your butt?”

    “What kind of cheeky talk is that?” Charn’s mood brightened as he poked at the constantly frowning man. “You said you weren’t part of the field team.”

    “I am now.”

    “Why?”

    “Remember I told you about the villain who killed the restaurant owner and got hit by a car?”

    “Yeah, you said it was his son who hit him.”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “And?”

    “The person handling the case was standing next to him and also got hit, so I had to take over.”

    “Tough luck, huh?”

    “Indeed.”

    “So, that means I’m lucky then.” Charn said, leaning on the table with a grin towards the man across from him, reading documents.

    “What’s that?”

    “That I get to see you again.”

    Merk glanced up from his papers to the kid who was giving him a meaningful smile.

    “Trying to flirt?”

    “Could be worth a try.”

    “Try flirting, or try something else?” Merk put down his papers, mirroring the action by leaning in as well.

    “Are you trying or am I trying?”

    “I’m not up for it.” Merk said with a half-smile. “Me neither.” Charn retorted playfully.

    They stared each other down, neither one backing away, turning this into a significant gamble. The waiter, coming to serve their food, paused as the customers were locked in a betta fish stare-off.

    “Uh, excuse me… your food is ready.”

    Both Merk and Chran broke eye contact, turning to their meals, shifting the conversation entirely to mundane topics with changed demeanors.

    “Yes, boss, I’ll go check on it.”

    Charn handed over his shiny silver card to the waiter, noticing the man he was with had been on the phone for a while and had just sipped water, signaling he was done eating.

    “Got some work, huh?”

    “Yeah. Have you paid already?”

    “You want me to pay you back?”

    “Nah, thanks for the treat.”

    “Actually, I could treat you for life.” Charn teased with a wink. “But, you’d have to die tomorrow.”

    “You little rascal.” Merk thought there wouldn’t be much serious talk with this kid. “Looks like I’ll have to get the autopsy results tomorrow; I’ve got business to attend to today.”

    “Tomorrow? Then call me.”

    “Planning to return the favor with a meal?”

    “Not really. Just don’t want you alone with Ray.”

    “Why not?”

    “He’s got quick hands.”

    “And you’ve got a quick mouth.”

    “Fast waist, want to give it a try?” Charn raised an eyebrow at the person about to get up. “My waist is quick too. Want to try?” Merk chuckled before standing up fully, showcasing his height. “And the legs too.”

    “Can we flirt first and then play rock-paper-scissors on the bed?”

    “You’re cursing at me in paragraphs, and now you want to flirt?”

    “I like it, I’ve never met someone as snarky as you.”

    “Should I be touched?”

    “So, what’s the deal? Can I flirt or not?”

    “If I say no?”

    “I’ll keep trying to flirt like this.” Charn stood up following Merk, crossing his arms and looking at the older man.

    “Alright, flirt away.” Merk smiled, walking closer to the younger man who wasn’t much shorter, his eyes sparkling as he whispered near Charn’s ear in a softer voice than usual. “As long as you’re on the bottom of the bed.”

    Charn laughed softly, turning his face towards Merk until their noses touched.

    “I can be on the bottom… if you volunteer to be on top of the bed.”

    This battle between the intelligence officer and the young surgeon was grand. No villains. No ghosts. No beliefs, just winners and losers… only in the bedroom war.

      

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  • GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 1: The Victim Lures the Unsuspecting

    GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 1: The Victim Lures the Unsuspecting

       GODDESSBLESSYOUFROMDEATH, Special Case File 1: The victim lures the unsuspecting.

    “Hmm.” with thick eyebrows knitting together despite not being fully awake, the tight grip around his waist and the heat from behind irritated him out of a pleasant dream.

    Singha reluctantly opened his eyes, a low groan in his throat as if he was unwell, making him sit up and turn to look. Thup’s face was pale, his brows furrowed, sweat beading at his temples, the arms around his waist tightened intermittently. Singha reached out to touch Thup’s forehead and neck, finding his body temperature alarmingly hot. He glanced at the bedside clock to see it was six in the morning, the usual wake-up time for the kid beside him.

    “Thup, Thup!”

    “Ugh.” The pearly eyelids slowly opened, revealing teary eyes, “Phii Singha, I have a headache.”

    The puppy-like whimper made Singha lift his hand to stroke Thup’s soft hair as he moved to rest his head on his elder’s lap, still holding on.

    “You’re sick now, told you not to play in the rain.” he said softly.

    “Ugh.”.

    “Get up from my thigh quickly, I’ll get you some food and medicine.”

    “No, I want to stay with you.”

    “Thup, don’t be stubborn.”

    “I am not stubborn.” Singha could only sigh. Normally, the kid on his lap would listen with just one word. But now, both stubborn and arguing, his illness had turned him into a whiny pup.

    Singha spent time soothing the person on the bed, stroking his head until Thup fell into a deep sleep. Once sure he was asleep, he gently laid the little pup down before getting up to head downstairs.

    Even though he’s not one to cook, just a bowl of porridge shouldn’t be beyond his skill. While waiting for everything to boil in the pot, Singha made a call to his close friend.

    [Too early, way too early.] The groggy voice like he’s not fully awake didn’t make Singha feel too guilty.

    “Hey, what medicine should a sick person take?”

    [Huh?! You’re sick?]

       “No, it’s Thup.”

    [Is my kid sick?!]

       “Yeah, he got caught in the rain yesterday.”

    [Just give him some food and medicine, then wipe him down, and let him sleep.]

       “Is that all?” Singha grabbed a thermometer, various medicines, and a fever-reducing gel, setting them ready.

    [Yeah, but if the fever doesn’t go down and it’s over thirty-nine degrees, you can take him to the doctor, or honestly, just bring him to me.]

       “Okay, okay, we’ll see. Thanks a lot.” After hanging up, Singha carried both the porridge and medicine upstairs. Seeing the kid curled up in bed made him feel a pang of sympathy.

    Singha sat down by the bed before waking the sick person once more.

    “Thup, hey Thup, wake up quick.”

    “Mmm…” Thup turned to look at his older brother before slowly sitting up, with Singha helping him lean against the headboard.

    “Eat some porridge and take your medicine, then we’ll wipe you down.”

    “Have you eaten yet, Phii?” The hoarse voice made Singha gently stroke the young man’s head.

    “I’ll eat later. You eat first.”

    “Can you feed me, please?”

    “Oh, oh.” Every time Singha encounters those pleading, innocent eyes, he loses completely. The older brother scoops up some piping hot porridge, cools it down by blowing on it, then offers it to the sick person’s mouth, “How is it?”

    “…A bit too salty.”

    “Oh, I know, just eat it.” Singha feels like smacking the spoon on the kid in front of him, really wants to, but all he does is lightly pinch his nose.

    After feeding him for a while, Thup shakes his head like a puppy, saying he’s full. Singha doesn’t want to argue. He gives the young man his medicine while he goes to fill a basin with water and grabs a small clean cloth.

    “Take off your shirt, I’ll wipe you down.”

    “I feel cold.”

    “Just for a moment.”

    Thup raises his arms to the sky, waiting for the older man to undress him. His bare upper body comes into view as the white cartoon-patterned T-shirt comes off, revealing glowing white skin and the beautiful muscles he’s trained well, making Singha smile.

    The moment the damp cloth touches Thup, he flinches, but looking up at the older man’s face, he just bows his head down, not daring to say anything. The thorough wiping down makes Thup’s face, ears, and body blush.

    “Why are you blushing so much?”

    “Well… it’s embarrassing.”

    “We have sex every night, is there any part of you I haven’t seen?”

    “I am still embarrassed.”

    This shy demeanor, so different from last night in bed, makes Singha want to ravish those innocent cheeks, not seeing this embarrassment when he’s being intimate. After caring for the sick one, Singha goes to shower and change for work, his beautiful eyes following every step of the older man even though he’s been told to lie down.

    “Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”

    “Waiting to see you off to work.”

    Singha walked over and sat on the bed before gently patting the sick person’s head affectionately.

    “At noon, I’ll come back to check on you, so just sleep and don’t get up to do anything. If anything happens, call me, okay?”

    “Yes.”

    “Get well soon, you little pup, I’m worried about you.” Singha leaned down to gently kiss the forehead where a fever-reducing gel was placed.

    The door opened without a knock, making it obvious who it was. Singha placed the documents on the table after reading for hours until his eyes started to blur.

    “Hey, Singha, let’s go eat.” Darin walked in first, followed closely by Say. “How’s Nong Thup doing?”

    “I plan to check on him in another half hour.”

    “Actually, if he’s not better, you could bring him here. I’ll help watch over him in the room.”

    “Hmm.” Singha looked up at Say, who had just gone to sleep on the sofa. Currently, only Say and one assistant were working in the forensic department, so when any case came up, it was just the two of them handling the fieldwork. No wonder his friend was nearly exhausted. “Hey, Say, next month, there’ll be an intern coming to your department. If he passes the evaluation, we’ll let him choose whether to work here or at the institute.”

    “Yeah, whatever, just get someone here.” Say replied dismissively before going back to sleep.

    “Hey, Rin, could you buy some food for me and a coffee? I’m going to check on Thup first.”

    “Sure, since your young boyfriend is sick, you can’t focus on work, huh?” Darin teased, earning a light tap on the forehead from Singha.

    In less than twenty minutes, Singha was at the front of his house. He walked inside to find Thup had moved to sleep on the sofa. The young man was curled up under a thick blanket, his pale face regaining a bit more color than earlier that morning. Singha sat close by, gently touching the clear cheek with care. He reached for the remote to lower the air conditioner’s temperature before turning back to look at Thup again.

    “Oh, Phii Singha… when did you get back?”

    “Just now, why are you sleeping downstairs?”

    “I wanted to see you soon.”

    “Getting sick makes you clingy, huh, puppy?” Singha looked at the person who moved closer, found him, and then hugged his waist tightly, “Still got a headache? Come on, let’s have Darin take a look.”

    “It still hurts.” Thup buried his face into the older man’s stomach, his still high body temperature making Singha worried. “Alright, let’s get in the car. I’ll go prepare some clothes for you.” Thup lingered for a while, wanting to cling to his elder, but eventually got up and walked to the car, carrying his blanket and favorite doll from a fair years ago.

    Singha packed Thup’s essentials into the car before driving back to the station, not forgetting to buy some simple lunch for the kid beside him.

    The station officers were used to seeing the young man wandering around, as often it was Thup who came to help with their director’s tasks.

    “Rin, check on Thup for me.” Singha said as he opened the door to the infirmary, then supported Thup to Darin.

    “Oh, poor little Nong Thup of mine, let’s check your temperature, blood pressure, and overall condition first. If it’s serious, I’ll give you an injection and you can rest a bit.”

    “Okay.” Singha watched Thup’s back as he carried his doll into the examination room, his expression relaxing. Leaving him alone at home worried him, bringing him here would be easier to manage.

    Meanwhile, Singha went to finish the work he had pending so he could take Thup home worry-free. It took nearly four hours. When the pen signed the last letter, Singha put it down on the table and stretched his muscles to relieve the fatigue. He could finally rest, except…

    “Director.”

    “Come in.” Singha looked at his subordinate who brought in unwelcome documents.

    “Reports from the reconnaissance unit have come in. There will be a transaction at the club today.”

    “What time?”

    “The first auction starts at 10 PM.” The person reporting hesitated, making Singha look up, “But our guy inside got sick, rushed to the hospital this morning.”

    “Send someone else.”

    “Who, sir…?”

    “Do we only have one officer?”

    “Well, there are many, but to get someone good-looking and fit enough to be accepted by that club is tough.”

    “Go pick someone and send them. I’ll get ready to infiltrate the auction. Have the team ready to move in for the arrest as soon as I give the word. You can go now.” Singha stood up, organizing documents on his desk before walking over to change into a black shirt, replacing his well-fitted tee.

    This time, he would lead the team to bust a human trafficking gang that had been operating under the guise of the club. They had been tracking this for months to pinpoint the auction day inside the club. Finally, they could arrest the club owner red-handed.

    It seemed taking the sick kid home would have to wait. After changing, the tanned-skinned man walked back to the nurse’s room to ask Darin to take Thup home.

    “Hey, Singha, where are you off to?”

    “Emergency work. Can you take Thup home? Is he better?”

    “Huh? Thup left about twenty minutes ago. Said he was going to find you, seemed much better, so I didn’t stop him.”

    “Find me?”

    “Yeah.” Singha frowned before hurrying outside. “Lieutenant, have you seen Thup?” he asked a subordinate passing by.

    “No.”

    “Where did he go?” It took nearly ten minutes to search for the missing kid, until Singha remembered the order he had just given to the new officer. “No way…”

    The clamor from inside the downtown club spilled outside. This two-story club had a bar and dance floor on the first floor for nightlife enthusiasts. The second floor catered to VIPs or those seeking privacy for more risqué activities. Only a few knew that past the kitchen wasn’t an exit but a secret red room used for human auctions, not just for pleasure or to indulge dark desires, but for the outright sale of willing and unwilling people for whatever purpose the buyer desired.

    “Here’s the last one, just arrived.”

    “Looking good, huh, the body’s not bad either, definitely high priced, have you checked the background yet?”

    “All done, just an artist.”

    “Okay, okay, take him to get dressed before the event starts.”

    Thup was pushed into a large, dimly lit red room. Before this, he had just woken up feeling better than before and hurriedly went to tell the older man. But suddenly, a policeman told him he was suitable for a job, as per the director’s orders, then dragged him to fit various devices and briefed him on the plan. Though he was somewhat confused, seeing that it was the older man’s case, he was ready to help. Besides, it didn’t seem that difficult… or did it?

    Amid the twinkling lights in the dark red room, people in elegant attire began to take their seats at the tables. Sharp eyes glanced around without focusing on anything in particular. Strong brandy was poured down his throat to ease the irritation upon learning that today’s informant was someone clueless like this artist.

    “Can I sit with you? If you’re not with anyone.”

    Singha glanced at the smaller man; that delicate face seemed entirely out of place here, and his hips…

    “Please.” The brandy was poured into the glass once more. The invitation was accepted, with the young man sitting squarely on Singha’s sturdy lap, his round buttocks pressing down without pretense.

    “Thought I’d bid here, but this spot has much more interesting things.” The fair hand stroked along the chest peeking from the shirt.

    “Interesting to that extent, huh?”

    “Yes, I’m interested… so much so that we could do it right now.” said the plump lips teasingly, edging closer to Singha until there was barely a few centimeters left between them.

    “Huh, put that cute butt of yours down nicely, the auction is about to start. And I have something important to retrieve.” Singha used his glass to keep some distance before lifting the child from his lap to sit beside him. He admitted to himself that the small person was quite to his liking… if it were before, but now, there’s only one person who can make him feel like he’s in heaven even while still in bed.

    “Good morning, honored guests, how has everyone been for the past month? We are very pleased that many of you are still interested and have joined the auction again…” As the host professionally conducted the event, the sharp gaze swept around once more, noticing that the doors were now closed. Guards in black suits began to encircle the area, “Let’s start with the first auction item, shall we?”

    When the auction began, the lights in the room dimmed, leaving only a soft glow spotlighting the stage. An iron cage large enough for a person was wheeled out. Inside, a young woman with a graceful figure, dressed in revealing attire, sat crying.

    “A poor little girl. She ran away from home and has been at the shelter for only a week. Both her skin and figure are quite appealing, aren’t they? Because of this, the starting bid will be… five hundred thousand baht!!”

    “Six hundred thousand.”

    “Eight hundred and fifty thousand.”

    “Nine hundred thousand.”

    The bidding proceeded amidst the excited chatter of the attendees, the effects of alcohol and drugs becoming more pronounced as the night deepened. Not even the person next to him was exempt, hands wandering until Singha rolled his eyes. He could call in the arrest team now, but that would only catch the small fry, the big boss would appear only when the auction concluded, so Singha had to grit his teeth and bear it.

    “Let’s go outside.” The sweet voice whispered into the ear of the young policeman, who today played the role of a nightlife enthusiast.

    “I’m busy.”

    “Now, for our final piece. For those who’ve gotten a little something, why not try this one too? This item is hot off the press, and surely anyone who sees it will be interested.” said the host as a young man chained at both hands made Singha push away the hand of the child beside him, “Wow, with those gleaming eyes and cheering, it’s going to be a fierce competition. So, we’ll start at… one million baht!!!”

    “One million five hundred thousand.”

    “One million nine hundred thousand.”

    “Two million.”

    Thup squinted due to the glaring lights. He could barely see below; his black slacks were unlike any he’d ever worn.

    “Two million five.” After being dressed in a blood-red shirt, his hair was styled to expose his forehead.

    The bidding and prices grew increasingly fierce, especially as the man in black revealed Thup’s pale, muscular chest. The auction’s price soared.

    “Four million.”

    “Ten million! And if anyone touches that kid, they’ll regret it.”

    A stern voice amid the crowd caught everyone’s attention, including Thup. He recognized that voice well; a slender hand tried to shield his eyes to see the man below the stage clearly.

    “Ten million once, ten million twice…”

    “Fifteen million.” Singha, puffing out his cheeks in annoyance, had brought the kid into this mess and now faced further trouble. His sharp eyes noticed the white skin around the wrist cuffs turning red. “Sorry, I just happen to like this one.” said the young tycoon in a crisp white shirt, his smoky gray hair approaching, standing almost as tall as Singha, who looked at Thup with a mocking gaze, escalating the tension.

    “Twenty.”

    “Fifteen million plus twenty baht?”

    “Twenty million.” Thup was left agape at his beloved’s extravagance. He hadn’t made that much money in nearly ten years of work.

    “What’s this? He’s not even your type.”

    “Is he a cockroach under your bed or something, knowing so much?”

    “Twenty-five million.”

    “Thirty million.”

    “You don’t look like you have that kind of money.”

    The young man’s gaze swept Singha from head to toe.

    “Forty.”

    “You must be crazy.”

    “Fifty.”

    “Pfft, this kid isn’t worth that much.”

    The other’s defeated stance prompted the auctioneer to begin counting again.

    “Fifty million once, fifty million twice… fifty million three times!!! The winner is VIP table fourteen!!” As the officials came to unlock Thup’s handcuffs, Singha immediately reached up to help him off the stage and back to their table.

    “Shh, don’t say anything.” Singha whispered, audible only to the two of them.

    When they arrived at the table, the previously adorable young man smiled sweetly at Singha again, his delicate hand caressing the tanned, muscular chest before being brushed away by the newcomer.

    “Just an auction item, and you dare swat my hand away?” The displeased tone made Singha shield Thup.

    “Quiet.” The stern voice caused the young heir to sulk back to his table in frustration.

    “How could you let him touch you like that?” Now alone, Thup immediately wrapped his arms around Singha’s waist with a look of dissatisfaction.

    “We’re working. Let’s not blow our cover.”

    “I’m jealous.”

    “I’m more jealous.” Singha glanced at the sullen boy beside him before taking off his own jacket to drape it over Thup.

    “Are you really going to pay that much for me?”

    “Yeah, if I have to.”

    “I’m not worth that much.”

    “You’re worth more than that.” Under the table, a pair of hands were clasped together. Despite their stern faces, “All units, get ready. The target is now inside.”

    [Understood.]

       “In two minutes, the police will raid this place. Keep your head down.” Singha leaned close to Thup’s ear to whisper, but before pulling away, he planted a light kiss on his earlobe. “You look hot today. Makes me want to drag you to bed.”

    “But you said we’re working.” Thup tilted his head towards Singha, his face flushed.

    “Still got time to flirt a little.” Singha gently pressed Thup’s head down into his lap, covering him.

    Bang!!!

    “This is the police, everyone down on the ground! You are under arrest for human trafficking and illegal business operations!” Police stormed in, though there was resistance, it wasn’t overly violent.

    “Stay here.” Seeing someone trying to escape, Singha dashed to intercept, his long, slender leg under his black slacks striking into the fleeing man’s midsection, making him smirk as he glanced back at Thup.

    “Yo…you.” The man groaned and collapsed as the cocky kid from earlier was indeed the one facing him.

    “Mine. If I say don’t look, you don’t have the right to look. If I say don’t touch, you don’t have the right to touch. Remember that.” Singha handcuffed him before standing to direct his subordinates.

    The arrest this time was a success, managing to capture not only the club owner but also dozens of bidders. Tomorrow, when the news breaks, this place will be permanently shut down. Similarly, the victims who were auctioned off will regain their freedom once the legal process is complete.

    “Umm… Director, I’m really sorry for using your boyfriend as bait!!!” The words tumbled out so fast they were barely intelligible, prompting a glance around.

    “Don’t let there be a next time.” Singha said, leading his boyfriend away from the area. After getting into the car, he drove straight home without a word the entire way. Not out of anger, not out of moodiness, but because he was pondering what to do with the young man beside him.

    “Phii Singha, talk to me first.” Singha said, preparing to head upstairs for a shower after a long day, but the younger man grabbed his wrist first.

    “I’m going to bed. I’m tired.”

    “Are you mad at me?”

    “Shouldn’t I be asking if you’re mad? You’ve been hurt, used for who knows what, and then there were those looks and words.” He had heard the rough words and seen the leering looks directed at Thup, which soured his mood just listening.

    “I ain’t mad at all. Plus, I barely saw or heard anything up there.” Thup said, grasping Singha’s irritated face before kissing the bridge of his nose gently. “But I did hear you bid fifty million for me, though you didn’t actually pay.”

    “I’m a cop, not a drug dealer. Where would I get that kind of money?”

    “But since you won the auction, is there something you want from me?”

    Singha looked at Thup’s charming face, not surprised that anyone who saw it would fall for him, with his fair skin and muscular body.

    Singha didn’t waste any time. He pushed Thup onto the sofa and straddled him, discarding his black shirt to the side. Their lips met again, more passionately than before. The lingering bitterness of the sour plum in Singha’s mouth seemed to intoxicate Thup as well.

    “You look good today.”

    “And other days?” Thup asked coyly, but his hands did the opposite, reaching into Singha’s pants to squeeze his firm buttocks.

    “Another day, you look like a good boy.” Singha unbuttoned Thup’s suit, leaning in to kiss along his neck, “But today, it seems like I can really have you.”

    Singha wasn’t wrong at all, because the pitch-black hair styled to perfection, the sharpened facial features, the silver earrings, and necklace all matched Thup perfectly, and it was insanely hot in his opinion.

    “Thup, you always tell me to take it easy.”

    Thup kissed Singha’s chest before slipping his hand into his waistband.

    “Then don’t be gentle today, do it as hard as you want.”

    “So, should I dress like this every day?” Thup tilted his head, asking while Singha was trying to unbutton his pants while sitting on the floor.

    “Don’t even think about it.” Singha used his teeth to unzip, revealing the dark underwear he had bought himself.

    “I won’t be able to go to work.” was all he said.

    After that, the house turned into a love battlefield, filled with moans and heavy breathing, the sounds of flesh against flesh, and wet kisses echoing throughout the house well into the next morning.

      

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