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  • WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 42: Shooting Star

    WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 42: Shooting Star

       WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 42: Shooting Star

       Daotok

       I put my phone down after finishing the chat on LINE, unable to hold back a smile as I imagined the other person’s reaction from the rapid messages sent. I could picture how he would look.

    “…” I looked up to see everyone in the room staring at me. I tilted my head in confusion, asking what was going on.

    “Talking to Phii Arthit?” Ter was the first to speak up. I nodded in response.

    “Why?”

    “Nothing. We’re just surprised. We’ve never seen you this happy before.”

    “Oh…Really?”

    “Yeah, you’re smiling so much you don’t look like the old Daotok at all.”

    “I used to smile too.”

    “But not like this.” Ter said, giving me a slight smile, “We should thank Khun

    Phii Arthit for making our friend this happy.”

    “I think we should thank the little fighter for putting up with someone like Phii Arthit.” North added, which made me smile at him, and North paused.

    “Don’t smile at everything, I’m not used to it.”    “Really?” I smiled even broader.

    “Getting goosebumps, it’s not natural at all, you jerk.”

    “Just teasing.”

    “The atmosphere around Dao has changed.” Said Cat from the sofa, turning his back to rest his chin on the backrest, supporting it with both arms, looking like a

    Cat cub staring intently at something, “It’s warmer.”

    “Is it that noticeable?” North asked.

    “You’re not sensitive, so you wouldn’t feel it.”

    “It’s not true, I think you guys are just imagining it.”

    “I’m not imagining it at all.”

    “You don’t need to argue with him, Phoon. North is just one of those who opposes everything. Sometimes he doesn’t even disagree, he just likes to argue for the sake of arguing. Ah! You, I told you not to take Dao’s things!” Ter turned to scold quietly.

    “You’re the good one, Ter, arguing with North there.” Cat said.

    “Yeah. Since we’ve been living together, have you had many issues with me,

    Ter?”

    “You’ve caused me more trouble. We must argue, just arguing is enough, at least once a day to feel at peace.”

    “I don’t know. I just feel like I can’t stand you because I see your face every day, it’s like I’m sick of it.”

    “But you call me back to sleep every night.” Ter raised an eyebrow.

    “Why do you make it sound like I’m clingy?”    “Can’t you sleep alone?” I asked.

    “Not exactly. At home, I can sleep alone, but when it’s unfamiliar, I can’t sleep at all.”

    “Why are you so afraid of ghosts?” Cat asked.

    “They’re scary, aren’t you scared?”

    “Not really. I’m more afraid of the dark, but Dao isn’t scared at all, right?” I nodded in response, “What about you, Ter?”

    “I’m scared, but not as much as North, to the point of being scared out of my wits.”

    “You exaggerate.”

    “Which are you more afraid of, cockroaches or ghosts?”

    “Cockroaches.” Ter answered immediately, “No way, I’d rather deal with ghosts than cockroaches, I’m telling you. And back then, damn North used to prank me with them, it was so annoying.”

    “What are you scared of? They’re kind of cute.”

    “They’re disgusting.”

    “Come on, why can’t you call them cute? They’re small.”

    “You call what’s cute and adorable, size isn’t the point.” Ter argued before offering me an apple. I opened my mouth to take a bite, “So, do you have anything you are afraid of?”

    “Exactly, you don’t seem afraid of anything.” Cat added.

    “Exactly.” I said.

    “Oh, what’s that about? You still don’t know what you’re afraid of, do you?”    “I don’t know either.” I said honestly, because since I was born, I can’t recall ever being afraid of anything.

    “That’s nice, being someone who isn’t afraid of anything.” Cat said, and then we continued chatting until dinner time. I ate dinner along with my medication and drifted off to sleep due to the effect of the drugs while everyone was still in the room.

    I slowly opened my eyes, feeling much clearer. The heaviness in my head from earlier in the day was gone. Looking around, there was no sign of anyone else, but I heard sounds as if someone was in the bathroom. Looking at the sofa where some items were left, I immediately knew who was in the bathroom.

    It was dark outside, and the room lights were bright. I saw that it was now halfpast nine. After a while, Phii Arthit, dressed in a white T-shirt and long pajama pants, came out.

    “Oh, you’re awake already?”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “How are you feeling? Does your head still hurt?”

    “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

    “Oh, good.” He said, coming to sit beside me.

    “You came to watch over me?”

    “Yeah, I changed into these clothes ready to sleep.”

    “Oh…What about Mr. Jeon? When will I get out of the hospital?”

    “I left the chubby one with Fah. As for when you can leave the hospital…I don’t know, maybe we’ll have to wait and see how you feel for a bit longer.”

    “…You don’t have to stay here.”

    “Are you kicking me out? I’m not leaving.”

    “No, not kicking you out…I just thought you have many things to do, like racing, making music, studying.”

    “I can study here. As for racing and making music, it’s not necessary right now.”

    “Oh…Uh-huh.”

    “And about Gard…well, you don’t seem too interested, so forget about it.” He said casually, playing with my hand.

    “You can tell if you want to.”

    “It’s not much. I went to check in the evening, and when Direk found out he had hurt his future daughter-in-law, he wouldn’t negotiate anymore. He said to deal with it fully.”

    “Oh.”

    “As for Ging, Meen took care of her so badly she’s almost unrecognizable.

    Those siblings will remember this for a long time. Do you think it’s enough?”

    “It should be enough. I’m not holding a grudge.”

    “Really? But I think it’s not enough.”

    “…”

    “It’d be better to keep them around for some more playful torment before letting them go.”

    “Hmm, as you wish.”

    “Aren’t you scared of me?”

    “Are you going to hurt me?”

    “That’s a stupid question. If I had to hurt you, it would hurt me more.”    “Hmm.” I nodded slightly, “Then there’s no reason to be scared. Plus, I’m not scared when someone wants to hurt me either.”

    “What are you scared of?”

    “You’re asking like Ter did.”

    “Really? And what was your answer?”

    “I don’t know, bro.”

    “You mean what I’m afraid of?”

    “Yes.”

    “Afraid you won’t love me, afraid of losing you.”

    “Hmm? It’s all about me.”

    “Yeah, that’s right.”

    “Hmm, then there’s nothing to be scared of.”

    “You’re teasing me again. What’s going on, Daotok, I’m asking seriously. Ever since we started chatting, my heart feels like it’s going to kill me. Did someone hire you? I’m starting to feel uneasy.”

    “Exactly, someone did hire me.”

    “What did they hire you for?”

    “Maybe they hired me to make you like me and then leave.” I teased, the person next to me sighed.

    “That’s cruel.”

    “You mean the one who hired me?”

    “You, actually.”

    “Ha ha.” I laughed a bit at his dissatisfaction.

    “How much did they pay you?”

    “Hmm…” I was silent for a moment, contemplating, “One million.”

    “Is that all my feelings are worth? Then I’ll give you a hundred million.”

    “Why give it to me?”

    “To hire you to love me back.”

    “No.”

    “Why not? Isn’t it enough?”

    “You don’t need to.” I smiled, “I already love you.”

    “…”

    I laughed again at his reaction; he was so shocked he couldn’t speak, his sharp face slightly turning red. He reached out to cover my eyes with his rough hand.

    “Oh, you’re cheating. When I’m embarrassed, you still like to watch.”

    “Don’t look.” He protested, “Oh, shit…you jerk.”

    “Let me see.”

    “No.” He said firmly. I used both hands to try to pry his hand away, and after a while, he let go, his face back to normal.

    “You recovered fast.”

    “Nothing happened. Everything was fine.”

    “Oh, is everything normal?”

    “Yeah. Totally normal.”

    “Then say it again.”

    “No! Not yet!” He protested before quickly covering my mouth with his hand, looking flustered, which made me laugh out loud. Why is this big dog so cute? He tells me he loves me almost every hour, but when I want to say it, he stops me,

    “No, keep it for later.”

    “Uh…” I made a sound in my throat since I couldn’t move my mouth, he removed his hand again, “Don’t you want to hear it?”

    “No! I do want to hear it, but…damn, my heart beats so hard, shit, I might die, whether you’re saying love or committing murder.”

    “Ha ha.”

    “You seem in a good mood.”

    “I guess so.”

    “It’s fun, isn’t it, to tease me.”

    “You can say it all the time, but when I want to say it, I can’t.”

    “But you do love me, right?” He asked as if he couldn’t believe his ears. I nodded in response, he averted his gaze, stood with his hands on his hips, one hand covering his mouth, but his cheeks were visibly red.

    “Damn, oh wow, I want to bang my head against the wall, the world must know this for real, the bro zone must be trembling, you bastard!”

    “Calm down.”

    “You go take a shower!”

    “Okay.”

    “Hey, no way, just wipe yourself off, you might faint or slip again.” He said before going to grab wet wipes, prepare a cloth with water and a change of clothes for me.

    “Close the curtains.”

    “Yeah, yeah.” before the curtains around the bed were drawn. I took off my old clothes, cleaned myself, changed into new clothes, and spoke to the person behind the curtain.

    “Done.”

    He slid the curtain back into place.

    “Here.”

    “What?”

    “How’s your racing practice going?”

    “Why ask suddenly? Are you afraid I’ll lose and we won’t become a couple?” He teased, raising an eyebrow, sitting back down on the chair by the bed, and picking up his iPad to read something.

    “North told me.” I said. During our conversation earlier in the day, North mentioned that because his boyfriend had helped Phii Arthit practice, North got to watch, and he said Phii Arthit was really good. The reason I didn’t go to watch the practice was because Phii Arthit himself forbade it, saying he wanted to show off his coolness during the actual race.

    “Oh, what did he say?”

    “Just praised you.”

    “I paid him to praise me, to make me look cool in your eyes, so you’d fall for me.”

    “Exactly.”

    “…Ah, oh, sigh! You’ve surrendered, huh? I’m not playing anymore, damn it! I’m the one who’s going to die, why do you counter with such a strong punch, like this, I can’t tease you anymore, what’s this?” He pretended to clutch his chest as if he was having a heart attack.

    “This is retaliation, wasn’t it you who was good at teasing?”

    “Too strong, damn it, too strong, don’t do anything to me.”

    “Ha ha, you give up already?”

    “Yeah, I give up, I give up, you go to sleep.”

    “I just woke up.”

    “Sick people need a lot of rest, sleep, sleep.” He gently pushed me to lie down, sat with his chin resting on his hand by the bed, making a grumpy face, looking somewhat annoyed. When he noticed I was watching him, he pulled the blanket over me, “What are you looking at? Sleep!”

    “You’re cheating, you can still look at me.”

    “Just go to sleep.”

    “Have you never been this embarrassed before?”

    “Still asking about that, huh?” He said. I laughed again, peeking out from under the blanket. I saw him sigh and sit back down, “I’ve never been this happy since I was born, sigh, finally, there’s today. Damn it, I’m proud of myself.”

    “Hmm.”

    “And do you need to tell your family that you’re in the hospital?” He changed the subject.

    “It’s fine, I’ll be discharged soon.”

    “Usually, no one comes to visit anyway.”

    “Yeah, just friends come by sometimes.”

    “Ha, I’m the first to stay with you then.”

    “Yes.”

    “Having a doctor stay with you, you’ve got some special privileges.”

    “Here.”

    “What?”

    “Hmm, speaking of being the first…don’t you want to ask?”

    “Ask what?”

    “Like…about the first kiss or something like that. Don’t you want to know if you were the first?” I asked quietly. I was just curious why he never asked; usually, I think most people would want to know if they were someone’s first kiss or first in something with someone they like.

    “Oh, like if I was your first kiss or the first time for something like that?”

    “Yes.”

    “I don’t care about that.”

    “Why not?”

    “I’ve told you before, I don’t care about your past. If I got to be your first kiss, I’d be happy, but does that mean I wouldn’t be happy if I was the second, third, fourth, or fifth? That’s not true. As long as you trust me and allow it, I’m already very happy. Plus, being the last one is what’s more important. So, that’s why I don’t ask about your past.”

    “…”

    “I don’t believe in saving the first time for someone special. When you love, you give it your all. You think the person in front of you is important. Who knows how the future will end, right? You’ve been deceived before. My job is to help you forget the past, isn’t it? So why would I ask, right?”

    “Hmm, that’s right, you put it well.”

    “Of course, what crazy person is this handsome?” He shrugged casually. I looked at him and couldn’t help but smile; he might be right about that. Who cares about the first one? It’s the last one that matters, “And why ask suddenly?”

    “Just talking about the first one.”

    “The first one who got to stay overnight in the hospital with the first kiss, how does that relate?”

    “It doesn’t relate. Just made me think of it, I wanted to ask but never got around

    to it.”

    “Oh, and you made me think too far ahead, I’m getting obsessed.”

    “Think what…Oh, sigh, you’re really obsessed too.” I sighed at him. He couldn’t act cool for even ten minutes, this guy, “Then I’ll sleep now.”

    “Okay, sweet dreams.”

    “Uh-huh, same to you, don’t do anything weird, okay?”

    “Yeah, I know, when have I ever disobeyed what you’ve forbidden?”

    “Good, be a good boy.”

    “Can I have a kiss on the cheek?”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “You’re so kind.” He said before leaning down to softly kiss my cheek, ruffling my hair a bit before walking to turn off the main light, leaving only a small one on.

    I took a while to fall asleep, with someone reading beside me.

    I was discharged from the hospital after three days; my body wounds were healing gradually, and I no longer had headaches or dizziness. I could return to daily life as if nothing had happened. I completely forgot about Gard and his sister.

    I didn’t ask or care about their situation anymore.

    SomSri’s Cat kittens found new homes with the help of the clinic’s vet. As for SomSri, Phii Meen fully adopted her, and Phii Meen often brought SomSri to play with Mr. Jeon; they got along quite well. There’s no worry about them having kittens since both have been spayed/neutered.

    Phii Arthit still revolved around me as usual. He still brought breakfast every morning, ate dinner with me every evening, and sometimes slept on the sofa in my room. After understanding that he needed to be patient and wait for me to be ready, he never did anything beyond what I allowed again.

    This made me think that because he was experiencing love for the first time, he was more like a child who didn’t know how to express himself. He’s not one to listen to others much, but at least, he listens to me; he doesn’t do what I forbid, though he might pout a bit when scolded, ears drooping, tail between his legs.

    North said I might be the only one in the world who finds him cute.

    But I think…I’m the only one in the world who finds him cute.

    Time passed quickly, and when the day of the real competition arrived, I was indescribably excited. Even though I didn’t show it outwardly, thinking about the agreement we made last month made my heart race.

    I remember I didn’t set the condition that he had to win for me to agree to be his boyfriend. I just said that winning would be nice. I set the condition to give my answer after the competition because I wanted time to prepare myself, so no matter the outcome of tonight’s race, my answer would remain the same.

    The person who seemed the most excited and in the best mood was definitely the one competing today. He brought me soy milk in the morning like usual, with the brightest, most cheerful demeanor, saying that North and his boyfriend would come too because his boyfriend wanted to see the result of the competition after helping with training for so long.

    He said he would pick me up around nine in the evening, so I should get ready.

    I got back to my room around five in the evening, showered, and got dressed. Today, I wore the shirt he bought for me. I played with Mr. Jeon until nine, and he came right on time.

    “Hey, are you ready?”

    “Yeah.”

    “The shirt I bought you, it really suits you.”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “Let’s go.” He took my hand and led me down to the parking lot below.    “Are you excited about the race?” I asked while in the car. It seemed like the car for the race was already at the venue, so the car I was in now was a different one.

    “I’m more looking forward to what happens after the race, there won’t be any

    ‘no’ anymore, right?”

    “Hmm.”

    “Damn, I’m excited, like…is there going to be a surprise or something?”

    “Why ask me?”

    “Well. I don’t know who else to ask, I asked Direk, and he said it’s up to you, I asked Jo, and he also said it’s up to you.”

    “How would it be a surprise if you tell me?”

    “Right, forget it, how can it be a surprise if we already know, right?”

    “Hmm.”

    “Being a senior you know ends here, those bastards, no one will mock me anymore.” and then he burst out laughing loudly with satisfaction. I furrowed my brows slightly, looking at the person next to me.

    Hmm…it’s strange, but what can I do? There’s no surprise since we already knew, and besides, our feelings have gone too far. Even so, he still patiently waited as we agreed.

       I’ve…decided to choose him too.

       A luxurious car pulled up and parked outside the race track. I looked around with interest because I had never been to a race track before. The inside was very lively; as we walked in, many people noticed, and he became the center of attention again, but he didn’t care at all. He took my hand and led me in another direction.

       We went up the stairs to the upper level, stopping in front of a large black glass door. Inside, there were several men in suits standing guard. I guessed they were bodyguards. Uncle Direk turned to look and walked over to us immediately.

       “Hello.”

    “Uh-huh, hello.”

    “Finally here, little fighter.” North’s voice rang out. I turned to see North and his boyfriend sitting on a large, plush sofa. Phii Arthit led me towards them. I sat down next to North; in front of us was a large glass partition, with seating outside. If Uncle Direk was here, I guessed this room must be the best spot to watch the race.

    After a while, someone brought water to serve us. I nodded slightly in thanks.

    “What time do I need to get ready?” He asked Uncle.

    “In another half hour.”

    “Can we go out to see?” I turned to ask North.

    “Sure.” North invited, and we walked outside. Just as I thought, we were on the top floor, with a panoramic view of the track. Simply put, this must be the VIP area, “Wow, there are so many people, damn.”

    “Yeah.” I agreed; people were gradually taking their seats in the stands.    “I should bet on this. No matter what, Phii Arthit should win, it’s a good investment…isn’t it?”

    “Why are you so sure he’ll win?”

    “He looks so serious about it.” North said, turning to look at the person inside the room. Phii Arthit was talking to North’s boyfriend with a slightly more serious demeanor than usual, “The only thing I’m worried about is if the other side plays dirty.”

    “Hmm? Why? Is there something suspicious?”

    “The race is on their turf. It’s not our side’s field; they might have set traps on the ground.”

    “That would be too obvious.” I said, scanning the field with my eyes. It was around half past nine, the surroundings were dark, so the field lights were turned on, making the atmosphere even more exciting, “Do you know anything about the opponent?”

    “I asked around a bit, his name should be Fight, same age as Phii Arthit, son of a big company, just like Phii Arthit. Not really a good guy, involved in fights, woman troubles, stuff like that.”

    “Oh.” I nodded, feeling a slight chill from the cool breeze, rubbing my arms lightly. Suddenly, someone covered me with a jacket.

    “I should have told you to bring a jacket, it’s cold around here.”

    “Wow, taking off your jacket for a romance scene.” North teased.

    “Shut up.”

    “Oh.”

    I turned to see North’s girlfriend, who was already sitting on the outside sofa.

    North made a face at Phii Arthit before sitting next to his girlfriend.

    “How’s the atmosphere?”

    “Hmm, it’s crowded.”

    “It’s peaceful here. No need to squeeze with others, and you can see my car clearly.”

    “And with such a big field, they’re only racing two cars?”

    “No way. When I race against him, there are other cars too. The agreement is whoever crosses the finish line first wins, but no matter how you look at it, I’ll come in first. Being too good, I don’t know what to do.”

    “And where do you prepare?”

    “Down below, I’ll go in a bit. Do you remember my car?”

    “Yeah.”

    We stood by the balcony rail for a while to take in the racing field’s atmosphere before Uncle Direk came to tell us it was time to get ready.

    “Go, watch my victory, and be ready to say yes.”

    “Hmm.”

    I couldn’t help but smile at his confident demeanor and words; he left the room, leaving just me, North, his boyfriend, and Uncle Direk to watch from here.

    “Doesn’t Uncle need to go with him?” North asked.

    “Hmm, the racers’ prep area doesn’t allow outsiders, they’re afraid someone might do something harmful.”

    “Oh, right, imagine if someone slipped in some laxatives or something, that would be bad.” North nodded in agreement. After a while, the crowd cheered as the first car moved onto the track. North and I stood up, gripping the balcony rail with excitement, looking at the cars modified beyond their original design.

    “Hmm…you can modify the cars however you want, right?” I said.

    “Yeah, it’s not an official race, you know.”

    “Oh.” I nodded slightly, feeling a flutter in my chest when I saw the familiar black car drive onto the track, “What about the car of the person he’s racing against?”

    “It’s probably red, that guy, right, Phii Jo?” North turned to ask.

    “Uh-huh.”

    “That’s right, the one on the right.”

    “Oh.”

    Once the cars were lined up, the starting signal sounded. I watched the race intently. As expected, the black car took off quickly, leading the others, before being caught up by the red one. The cheering was so loud it made me feel nervous for him.

    “…Wow.”

    I gasped when I saw the cornering at full speed without slowing down at all. The red car slowed down a bit, falling behind, and once overtaken, it was hard to catch up again.

    “How can they drift at that speed?” North said in awe. I was no different, speechless, having heard about how good he was at racing but not understanding until I saw it with my own eyes.

    My heart beat a bit faster, my hands clenched in anticipation.

    “North.”

    “Huh?”

    “He’s really good.”

    “Impressed, huh?”

    “Hmm, he’s always impressive.”

    I was even more surprised when the black car picked up speed. I started to feel anxious, fearing it might be dangerous, but he handled that speed very well, this time leaving the other cars far behind, almost determining the result.

    “Damn, come on, bro, well done!” North cheered excitedly. I was just as excited, the cheers from the spectators were thunderous, and as the gap widened, the cheering grew even louder. Amidst the spotlight shining down, on the field where cars were racing at high speed, that sleek black car captured everyone’s attention.    “Won!!!” the person next to me shouted with joy, North grabbed both my hands and shook them up and down, the roar of the crowd echoing around.

    “He…he won!” I turned to look at North after standing there in shock for a while, smiling broadly without realizing, then I shook his hand back with enthusiasm.

    “Yeah! He won, yay!!”

    “Uh-huh, uh-huh, he won.”

    I looked over at the two people sitting on the sofa; Uncle Direk also looked pleased, more than that, he looked proud of his son.

    “Phii Jo!! He won!” North let go of my hand to shake his girlfriend’s arm instead, who gave a slight smile.

    “He was bound to win.”

    “Isn’t that right? It wasn’t a waste to come cheer, nor was it a waste for Phii Jo to help with the practice.” North said enthusiastically, “And now, my senior and my friend will have a boyfriend too.”

    North’s words made me purse my lips slightly to hide my embarrassment, turning back to look at the field where the other cars were crossing the finish line one by one. Once all were in, it was time to announce the winner. Even though from here it was a bit far, I could see Phii Arthit getting out of that black car.

    And when his name was announced as the winner of this race, he turned this way, seemingly sending a smile in our direction.

    I smiled back at him.

    Congratulations…you’re the best.

    After that, all the cars moved off the field. I stood there watching with a feeling of pride in my heart, then suddenly, Uncle Direk stood up beside me. I turned to look at him.

    “He’ll be back soon.”

    “Yes.”

    “I know the terms both of you agreed upon. It might seem strange for me to say this, but you must know how my son is. He might be troublesome for you, he’s stubborn, crazy, and annoying every day. I myself sometimes get headaches because of him, but he’s my only son, he’s my whole life. This is the first time he’s told anyone he loves them.”

    Uncle spoke softly with a smile and warm eyes.

    “He’s never loved anyone before, except for his mother, me, and himself, despite his rough and tough exterior. But if he loves someone, he gives his whole life. As an ordinary father, I want my son to be happy. Since he loves you, I love you too.

    So if you also have feelings for him, don’t leave him, okay?”

    “Yes. I promise.”

    “You’re really cute.” Uncle gently patted my head. I gave him a sincere smile. We talked and waited for him to return, but after a considerable amount of time had passed, there was still no sign of the person who should have come back.

    “It’s taking so long.”

    “Indeed, what is he doing? Or did he get diarrhea?” Uncle showed a sign of impatience before picking up his phone to call, “He’s not answering.”

    “What about the people who went to check on him?” North’s boyfriend asked immediately.

    “Uh, let me go check first.” Uncle walked to slide open the large glass door to go back inside, and everyone followed. Before long, two guards came in, panting.

    “Sir…the young master is gone!”

    “What did you say!!”

    “At first, someone said they saw the young master go to the bathroom. We’ve looked everywhere, but he’s not there.” one of them explained.

    “But we found an emergency exit that was supposed to be locked, with signs of being forced open.”

    My heart sank upon hearing that; the room fell into a brief silence. Me, Uncle, and North were all stunned until Uncle’s phone rang; he answered it immediately.    The middle-aged man’s kind and warm face turned into one of anger, the atmosphere around him growing cold and intimidating. He gripped the phone tightly, his hand trembling.

       “…So, it’s going to be like this, huh?”

    “Let me talk to my son…now.”

    A deep, intimidating voice rose. Even though no one in the room showed any reaction, the room was filled with tension.

    I couldn’t hear the voice from the other end of the line; Uncle’s demeanor was terrifyingly calm, speaking only a few sentences into the phone.

    “You won’t die well.”

    His voice lowered even further. I was sure this wasn’t just a threat. Uncle lowered his phone before stepping out.

    “Orders, sir?”

    “Everyone to the abandoned warehouse up north, prepare weapons and money. They said they want to negotiate first, after the negotiation and we get Arthit back…kill them all.”

    With the command given, everyone started moving immediately.

    “Jeff!”

    “Yes, sir!”

    The man who seemed like the head of the bodyguards ran over.

    “Divide the team to go behind the warehouse too, this isn’t the plan we had. There are definitely only a few of them, but don’t be careless, you know what’s most important.”

    “Sir’s safety!”

    “Good.”

    Then that man quickly walked out. Uncle turned to look at me.

    “Kid, stay here, there’s a small emergency. Don’t be afraid, Johan, take care of my future daughter-in-law for me.”

    “Yes, sir.”

    And then Uncle ran out. I watched him go, not saying anything because I was afraid it would delay him. The room was left with just the three of us; North came over and gently touched my shoulder.

    “…North.”

    I called out to the person beside me, my voice trembling, my hands icy cold, as if my heart was being torn apart. No words could be said at this moment; my mind imagined various scenarios of what might happen next.

    And then tears flowed without me realizing it.

    “Why…why is it like this?”

    “You’ll be fine, calm down first.”

    “North…North, huh, he’s in danger. We…what can I do, North? What can I do?

    What should I do, North, huh…if he, huh, if he…”

    I let myself cry for the first time in a long while; tears flowed relentlessly down my face. I started sobbing so hard my body shook, the fear I had never felt before was gnawing at my heart intensely, leaving me completely drained. North pulled me into a comforting hug.

    “Calm down, buddy. It’ll be fine, trust me, Arthit is tough to kill, he might even deal with those guys before Uncle even gets there. Right, Phii Jo, isn’t that right?

    Phii Arthit will be fine.”

    “Uh-huh, he’s told me this isn’t the first time he’s faced something like this.”    “Hic, hic…but…but that doesn’t mean this time won’t be…different, he told me to wait for the victory and be ready to say yes, so…why isn’t he coming back?”    “I understand you’re worried, what can we do, Phii Jo? Can’t we do anything?” North asked with concern and panic in his voice.

    “There are enough people already. If we go, we’ll just get in the way.”

    “Uh…then can we just sneak a peek at the situation?” I pleaded, my face still wet with tears.

    “Try to think from Arthit’s perspective, what would he want you to do more?”

    “…”

    “I know you’re worried, but if it were me, even if I were to die, I wouldn’t want the person I love to be in danger. I think Arthit feels the same. Plus, Uncle asked me to look after you, if we go there, Arthit definitely wouldn’t agree.”

    “Uh-huh, you’re right, calm down first, don’t cry. I’ve never seen you cry before, it breaks my heart. Don’t cry, it’ll be fine, trust me, he’s been waiting for you to say yes for so long, with that kind of determination, he won’t die.”

    “Hic…uh…thank you.” I pulled myself out of North’s embrace, wiping my tears away, trying to regain my composure as much as I could, telling myself to trust him.

    He said he would be by my side forever.

       He wouldn’t lie, he promised.

       “Come, come, sit down, have some water first.” North led me back to the same sofa, pouring water into a glass for me.

    “North.”

    “Hmm?”

    “Remember when you asked if I’ve ever been afraid of anything?”

    “I understand now…I’m afraid of losing him. I’m afraid…I…I can’t lose him. I really can’t lose him.”

     

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  • WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 41: Dreamcatcher

    WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 41: Dreamcatcher

       WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 41: Dreamcatcher

       Daotok

       “I really couldn’t match his strength.” I said truthfully. Every time I tried to push him away, I used all my strength, but I just couldn’t match his. Imagine if he were in my place today, he would have helped Phii Meen, Somsri, and the kittens much better than I did.

    “Yeah, he’s like a bear or a buffalo, I can’t match his strength either. But why not do something else, like set him on fire?”

    “Wow, you’re so cruel, I’ve never thought badly of you, not even once.”    “…Yeah.” I nodded slightly because he’s never had bad intentions or evil thoughts towards me like Gard did. Plus, with this big, cute kid who keeps doting on me, there’s no way I would ever harm him.

    I let Phii Arthit continue to tend to my wounds. Even though his hands were a bit heavy, it was bearable. Meanwhile, Phii Meen had to tend to her own wounds.    “I’m so lonely. Without a senior like yours, Nong Dao, I have to bandage my own wounds like this.”

    “Senior? I am his husband, not his brother. You should get a husband too, like

    Kim.”

    “About Kim, please, I beg you, and Nong Dao doesn’t reject Arthit’s ‘wife, wife, wife’ calls, him trying to push me to Kim is making me so annoyed.”

    “Oh…I didn’t notice.”

    “I say it very naturally, don’t I?”    “It’s not like that at all.” I said.

    “Come on, don’t overthink it. What are you going to do, huh? Can’t you just let it go?”

    “No! I’m the mother, if you want to be my son-in-law, you need to behave well, then I might give my child to you!”

    “Did you give birth to him yourself, then?”

    “Yeah, I did, all by myself.”

    “Aren’t you scared during childbirth? If it were me, I would have died.” He turned to ask me with a serious look, which earned him a hard hit from Phii Meen.

    “Ouch! That hurts my wound!”

    “Damn, you hit me and hurt yourself, what’s that?”

    “You fucking jerk, my arm is all bruised now!”

    I sat listening to the two of them bicker back and forth, feeling more and more weighed down by the pain throughout my body. In truth, I felt heavy all over since we got into the car to go to the vet clinic, but I thought it might be because of the injuries. Now, my head was starting to feel heavy too.

    “I think we should get an X-ray. Hey! Dao!!”

    He looked extremely alarmed, hearing the familiar deep voice calling my name loudly before he rushed to support me, and then everything went black.

    I opened my eyes to the pain all over my body, one hand with an IV drip in it. I was in a hospital room, wearing a patient’s gown, not an unfamiliar sight for me. The only thing different was there was someone slumped asleep by the bed, holding my other hand tightly.

    The morning sunlight shone through the window, making the sharp features of the sleeping person even more radiant in my eyes, causing me to smile without realizing it.

    Looking at the clock, I saw it was already six in the morning. I guessed he must have been there watching over me since I passed out last evening.

    I guess I passed out because I overexerted myself; if it were like before, this wouldn’t have happened. But as I’ve said, I haven’t been in many fights for a while. I haven’t really taken care of my health either, so when my body reached its limit, it just couldn’t take it anymore, and I fainted.

    If I want to be like I used to be, I’ll need to exercise a lot more.

    Even though he was fast asleep, he looked like he was having a nightmare, his thick eyebrows furrowed, his face slightly pale, biting his teeth as if in pain. I gently stroked his head, trying to comfort him.

    “May the bad dreams go away.”

    After a while, his expression relaxed a bit, but he still wouldn’t let go of my other hand. That hand felt hot and numb. I heard the phone vibrating, reaching under the blanket where it was hidden, and picked it up to see that it was Uncle Direk calling him.

    “Hey, you have a call.” I said, gently shaking him to wake up. He opened his eyes, looking confused and somewhat displeased. When he saw that I had regained consciousness, his eyes widened in shock before he quickly hugged me, making me wince a bit from the pain.

    “Ow, it hurts.”

    “Sorry, sorry.” He loosened his grip, “How do you feel?” He asked immediately, looking alarmed.

    “Well…okay.”

    “Really? Sigh.” He exhaled in relief, as if dropping all the burdens he was carrying. He gently stroked my cheek, “Do you have a headache?”

    “A little.”

    “Really? What about the wound?”

    “Hmm. It hurts.”

    “Didn’t you say it was just your sides and back? You’re bruised all over.” He said, frowning with concern.

    “How did you know?”

    “I peeked. See, once I tell you, it’s not peeking anymore, is it?” I looked at him with disgust, sighing, “What? I was worried. What if the nurse secretly pinched you?”

    “Why would she pinch me?”

    “Who knows? Maybe she’s jealous and secretly pinched you.”

    “…No one would do that.” I said, “Oh, there’s an incoming call.”

    “Is it for me?”

    “Uh-huh.” He took the phone and went outside to talk. I, sitting on the bed, shifted slightly to get more comfortable, gently touching the hand he had been holding, feeling the warmth. About five minutes later, he came back inside.

    “It’s like this.” He sat down, letting out a big sigh, looking tired and frustrated,

    “Listen to me vent for a moment. I was so worried about you, you know that, but you put yourself in danger like that. I understand you love cats, I do, I told you I understand!”

    “Uh-huh.” I nodded, listening, he ran his hand through his hair.

    “I want to be mad at you, but I can’t stay angry. You’re so cute, and I love you so much. Just seeing your face and I can’t be angry anymore, but when I see your injuries, it hurts me, more than when I get into trouble myself. I was so pissed last night, I ordered people to go after that bastard Gard, but I couldn’t beat him up because I wanted to be with you more. I just ordered people to handle it first. I was so angry I wanted to kill someone, but with my wife in the hospital, I still had to study. Last night there was a race, but I didn’t go. You…someone’s life, sigh, damn it, it’s so annoying.”

    “…”

    “I was so worried, stayed up all night watching over you, and dozed off like this.

    My back hurts like hell, and I had nightmares too.”

    He rambled on until I couldn’t help but laugh. He looked at me with surprise, eyebrows furrowed.

    “You’re laughing?”

    “It’s funny, you’re good at complaining.”

    “Funny, huh? I’m like a dog to you.”

    “Are you feeling hurt?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Big body, small heart.”

    “Yeah, my heart is only this big. Try to think about my feelings sometimes.” He said, clearly not in a good mood, which didn’t match his usual tough exterior, tattoos, and muscles. Seeing him like this made me feel even more affectionate, wanting to pinch his cheeks until he stopped sulking, “Am I not important at all?”

    “Hmm, why ask that?”

    “I’m just one step away from being Cerberus.”

    “A three-headed dog?”

    “Yeah, I just told you to take care of yourself. It’s only been a moment, and you’re back all bruised. I know you’re capable, but I’m not that strong-hearted to see you hurt.”

    “Oh…I really underestimated this time. At first, I was just observing the situation, but when I saw Phii Meen about to get hurt, my body just reacted.”

    “Next time, let her die.”

    “If Phii Meen heard that, she’d definitely hit you.” I said, “It’s my fault, sorry for making you worry. Next time, I’ll think more.”

    “Then why don’t you think more from the start? Honestly, I think you don’t value yourself enough. Many times, when you’re sick, you keep pushing yourself, overworking like this. When you helped me at the cemetery and got messed with by ghosts, it was the same. Why?”

    “Hmm.” I was silent for a moment, “Maybe because I’m not that important.”

    “Why think like that?”

    “I don’t know, like when I work hard, it’s because I think work is more important than myself, isn’t it?”

    “Isn’t it what? Why are you asking me that?”

    “Just asking for an opinion. I’m not sure either, but I see myself as dedicated.”

    “Dedicated to the point of overworking yourself, isn’t it?”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “You probably don’t love yourself enough.”

    “Probably so.”

    “Then I’ll love you for you.”

    “Hmm?”

    “Even if you don’t value yourself, you’re the most important to me, that’s enough.” He said firmly. We locked eyes for a moment. I smiled.

    “Ha ha, thank you.”

    “Why thank me again?”

    “Not many people have been good to me.”

    “…”

    “So, I’m happy. I’ve been alone for a long time, and people who are truly good and trustworthy are few. I’ve been hurt a lot, which is why I like kind-hearted people like Ter, Cat, and North.”

    “And you too, Phii.”

    “I thought you’d forgotten about me.”

    “I haven’t forgotten.” I smiled, “And also, I think this is the perfect moment to say it.”

    “What?”

    “Earlier when North asked if I had a heart. I answered that I do, because of you. So, you’re very important to me.”

    “…”

    “Also, about the nightmares. They won’t happen anymore. I’ll be your dreamcatcher.”

    “…Be my boyfriend for real. No more waiting for another two weeks.”

    “Don’t be impatient.”

    “Hey…is this a hospital? Don’t make me take off my shirt here.”

    “Not allowed at all.”

    “Damn!” He grabbed his head hard, “You always say things like this. I’ll remember this until you become my boyfriend. Oh, I’m going to die, I’ve got the strength to go on ward rounds now!”

    I smiled slightly at the person who seemed more heated than usual, grumbling a bit, then jumped up from the chair and walked towards the bathroom. After a while, he came out wearing his gown.

    “Hey.”

    “Hmm?”

    “Do you want to get back at Gard? I’ve got him and his sister. Direk is negotiating with their father.”

    “Negotiating?”

    “Yeah, he’s the school principal, there’s some bargaining involved, trading his son for something. Direk loves this kind of intimidation stuff.” He said while packing his bag, “Direk called to ask what you want to do.”

    “Oh. I don’t want anything.”

    “Okay.”

    “And what are you going to do?”

    “What he intended to do to you. Negotiate for his own kid. When his kid hurt you, he didn’t do anything, it’s really irritating to think about.”

    “Hmm.”

    “It’s good that you’re not holding a grudge.” He slung his backpack over his shoulder, “I don’t want you to overthink, but the one holding a grudge seems to be Meen. Direk said she’s enjoying getting back…what’s her name again?”

    “Ging.”

    “Yeah, that’s it. Well, I’m off then. I’ve told North; he should come visit you.”

    “Oh, tell North?”

    “Why? Can’t I tell him?”

    “Not exactly. I don’t want to be nagged.”

    “Yeah, get nagged a bit, so you won’t put yourself in danger again. I’ll go now, reply to the chat, I’ll come back later tonight.”

    “Uh-huh.”

    And then he walked out of the patient’s room, and silence immediately enveloped the space. I looked around and found that this room was larger than the one I usually stay in; he must have arranged a special room for me. I lay back down, feeling the pain spread throughout my body.

       Thinking about what he said earlier, I couldn’t help but smile.

       He’ll love me for me, huh…

       He can say such romantic things, can’t he?

       After a while, a nurse came in with breakfast and my medication. Due to the effects of the medicine, I easily drifted off to sleep in the morning. Before the nurse came in again with lunch and the same medication, while I was eating, North and Cat arrived.

       “Hello.” I greeted, and Cat looked at me with concern. North, on the other hand, looked irritated, “Ouch, that hurts.” I said softly after North pinched my cheek hard.

    “Hah, heard you got into a fight? You’re quite bold, aren’t you?”

    “A little.”

    “And humble too.”

    “How are you feeling?”

    “I’m okay.”

    “Okay, my foot, you look like a mess.” North said with annoyance, “I was shocked when Phii Arthit told me last night, it was terrifying. I still can’t believe I saw someone that angry.”

    “Did North come last night?”

    “Yeah, I asked Phii Jo to drop me off.”

    “Oh, you knew about it since last night? Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Cat said.

    “Eh, I told Ter and you first, but I thought you guys would worry too much, so I decided to tell you in the morning.” North explained, “I’d believe Phii Arthit could kill someone, or maybe he already did, damn it.”

    “He didn’t kill anyone, but I probably did something.”

    “What did you do?”

    “Hmm, didn’t he tell you everything?”

    “No, he just said you got into a fight with about seven or eight people with Phii Meen, and they caught the leader. The story is about you saving a cat and her kittens from getting caught in the crossfire.”

    “Oh…hmm, well, actually, it’s…a little more than that with the leader.”

    “Really?”

    “If I tell you, North and Cat, you might look at me differently.”

    “Why? Is the story that dramatic?”

    “Do you want to tell us?” Cat asked with a gentle voice…and a face that really looked like Cat…seriously. I looked at him and thought, why does someone have to look like Cat, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

    “I was just thinking that you really do look like a cat…something like that.”

    “…”

    “What’s up with you?” North held his forehead, “Get back to the story, stop staring at Cat’s face.”

    “Oh…I can tell if you want to know. It’s not a big deal.”

    “I want to know, I’m a curious kid by nature.” When North said that, I started telling them about my past with Gard. After listening, both of them were silent for a moment, “Wow, that’s so cool, damn, why is my friend this awesome, it’s not fair, Phoon, why is Dao cooler than me, this is the guy who spits fire, no wonder he’s my friend, he has to be like this.”

    “Hmm. He’s really skilled, that’s for sure.” Cat agreed, his big, round eyes sparkling, “Very decisive and very composed. I don’t look at Dao any differently. I just think Dao is stronger than he appears on the outside. You can’t judge someone just by their exterior, really.”

    “Hmm.”

    “North, have you ever had an experience like this?”

    “Huh? Like being threatened with harm? Yeah, I got hit in the stomach with a pipe once, and I went down immediately, damn it.”

    “Oh, that time Phii Jo managed to save you just in time, right?”

    “Yeah, damn dog, it was so annoying, even after surviving so many battles. I shouldn’t have underestimated it; I’m still pissed thinking about it.” North made a face of frustration.

    “And what about your experience with brawls?”

    “Wow. You shouldn’t ask, Phoon. Do you think someone like me would survive? But you, you little fighter, I’ve been going back to boxing lately.

    Interested in joining me?”

    “I’m not really into that kind of physical stuff.” I replied.

    “North’s been boxing until he got six-pack abs, he’s been showing them off every day.”

    “Really?”

    “Yeah, do you want to see?”

    “Will North’s boyfriend poke my eyes out?”

    “Crazy. No, we’re friends.”

    “It’s alright, keep them to yourself.”

    “Why? Are you saying you only want to see Phii Arthit’s?”

    “I didn’t say anything.”

    “Hah, so annoying.”

    We chatted for a while, North came to sit beside me, stealing my food to eat, only to be scolded by Cat for taking a sick person’s food, so he eventually gave up. About half an hour later, Ter came to visit with fruits and flowers. North moved to lie on the sofa and ate the fruits that Ter brought.

    “Hey, North, don’t steal from Dao.”

    “Steal what? He’s still eating, isn’t he? And you’re peeling shrimps for him.”

    “Oh, you, then you accuse me of taking food from Dao.”

    “I had a tough study day today and haven’t eaten anything yet. I’m hungry, the body needs energy, isn’t that a basic human need? Why would you stop someone from eating when it’s a fundamental necessity for life?”

    “Annoying.” Ter said with annoyance, turning his attention back to peeling the apple. Cat was sitting on the small sofa, watching TV.

    “Ter, you don’t have to peel it.”

    “Are you going to eat the skin too?”

    “I usually eat the skin.”

    “It’s fine, but it’s kind of…rough on the throat.” Ter said, making a face and shaking his head slightly.

    “That’s Phii Arthit’s future boyfriend, why would he eat shrimp with the shell on?” North said.

    “What does that have to do with anything?”

    “Well, Phii Arthit eats shrimp, shell and all, didn’t you know?”

    “Huh? What kind of crazy person eats shrimp with the shell?” Ter immediately turned to ask.

    “That crazy person, I saw it when we went to eat hot pot together, remember? While Phii Fah and Phoon were peeling shrimp for each other, cut to Phii Arthit chewing away.”

    “He’s gone mad, damn. That’s not right, you can’t eat shrimp with the shell.” “He’s probably too lazy to peel them, I think.” North turned to say, “What kind of person eats shrimp with the shell? I’m still wondering about it to this day. Can’t you peel them, it’s not that hard. If he can chew crab, he probably wouldn’t peel it either.”

    “Can Phii Arthit eat anything? Like, really simple living, simple eating?” Cat asked.

    “I thought I lived simply, but not as much as Dao’s husband.”    “Not at all.” I said quietly.

    “If he ate a cat, would you accept that?”

    “And why would he eat Cat?” I asked back.

    “Who knows, maybe he’s traveled to some country where eating a cat is normal.

    You never know, whatever humans can eat, Phii Arthit will eat it all.”

    “…I doubt it, I mean, are there countries that eat cats?”

    “The world is vast, you know.”

    “Well…hmm, it must be their culture.”

    “See, someone who understands the world.” North stood up, slapping his knee, then stood up to grab an apple from the bowl and got his hand slapped, “Ouch!

    This guy, what’s with being so protective of an apple?”

    “Let the sick person get full first.”

    I let North and Ter argue while I picked up my phone to open the Line chat.

    SS:    

       ☀︎:??

       ☀︎: What the hell is this shit-face thing?

       SS: Cat is cute, isn’t he?

       SS: sends a photo

       ☀︎: What’s with suddenly sending a picture of that chubby one, lol.

    SS: Have you ever eaten a cat?

    ☀︎: Hah, lol.

       ☀︎: Why am I being asked if I’ve ever eaten Cat?

       ☀︎: Do I look like someone who would eat Cat?

       SS: You’ve sucked Mr. Jeon’s head.

       SS:    

       ☀︎: Where did you get that from?

       ☀︎: If I say I have, lol.

       SS:        

       ☀︎: And you have to use a cat’s face, lol.

       ☀︎:. If I’ve eaten your cat, would you hate me?

       SS: No, but in Thailand…

       SS: Cats…are protected by law.

       SS: You can’t eat them in Thailand.

       SS:          

       ☀︎: Yeah. Never.

       ☀︎: Never abroad either.

       SS:    

       ☀︎: Where did you get this story about eating cats?

       SS: North said.

       SS: You might have eaten him.

       ☀︎: Damn, this little shit too

       ☀︎: Did your friend go looking for it?

       SS: Yes

    ☀︎: Okay then

    ☀︎: I’m leaving

       SS: Okay

       SS: …

       SS:    

       ☀︎: What, are you sulking?

       SS: Yeah, a little

       SS:. No

       ☀︎: Nothing

       SS:. Normally, I would ask

       SS: But it’s fine    SS: I can give it myself    SS:    

       SS:        

       ☀︎: … 

       …

       J.Han: Arthit, what the hell are you shouting about in the bathroom!!

       J.Han: It’s loud enough to hear from outside!

       ☀︎: Jo, I think I’m having a heart attack

       ☀︎: So cute, so damn cute, cute like not even human anymore

       ☀︎: What was God thinking when he created this person, did the cuteness serum spill or what, you bastard

       ☀︎: I, my nipples are sore all over    ☀︎: I never thought this shit-face could be!

       ☀︎: He can be cute!

    J.Han: What the fuck are you whining about?

    J.Han: Hurry up and get out.

      

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  • WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 40: Cats Protection

    WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 40: Cats Protection

       WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 40: Cats Protection

       Daotok

       I looked down at the person who had fallen asleep using my lap as a pillow, stopping my hand that was stroking his black hair when I saw his condition had improved. Before, he seemed to be having a nightmare. Since he was forbidden from sleeping on the bed, he asked to sleep on my sofa tonight, and of course, I couldn’t refuse.

    Once I was sure he was sound asleep, I slowly moved away from the sofa, replacing my lap with a pillow for him to rest on. I went out to the balcony to breathe in the night air and gazed at the sky where not a single star was visible, only the lonely moon floating.

    My heart softened completely, succumbing to his pleading demeanor. He, who is usually strong and rough, showed his vulnerable side to me just half an hour ago, his voice pleading and begging as if he had surrendered to everything he had said.    His strong arms, trembling with fear, his heart beating harder than ever before, it was a feeling hard to describe. At that moment, all I could think about was wanting to embrace both his body and his heart, to watch over them so they wouldn’t shatter again.

    I believe I’m the only one who truly understands how he feels on painful days, on days when we share the same feelings. Because I can read his emotions, and I cried for the deep wounds hidden inside.

    For someone who never thought of loving anyone, the day he chose me to be like another heart…

    I could never be more special to anyone else.

    Because he said he couldn’t lose me, it’s no wonder he’s afraid, but what I told him wasn’t just comforting words.

    When I said I wasn’t that weak or fragile.

    In reality, when that woman called me outside, I willingly followed her. To be honest, I wasn’t happy with her either.

    At first, when I saw her approach him, I was stunned, and then the irritation came flooding in. That’s why I chose to leave and go somewhere else. I didn’t expect that afterward, she would come looking for trouble with me.

    I’m not someone who lets others hurt me without fighting back, which is why after being pushed, I grabbed her arm and maneuvered it behind her back. If Phii Arthit hadn’t intervened, I wouldn’t have been the one in danger.

    I didn’t think I was the jealous type until the evening’s incident made me want to pull that hand away from what’s mine.

    If it’s just looking, that’s fine, but don’t mess with…absolutely not.

    I’m not scared of being picked on, but when Phii Arthit ran towards me with such a worried look, it made me feel indescribably happy. I quickly took him away because I was more afraid of things escalating.

    “Why are you here?”

    “Hmm? Why are you awake?” I turned to ask the person I had just put to bed, who looked slightly dazed, lightly rubbing his head before coming out to lean against the balcony beside me.

    “You weren’t there.”

    “So you want me to sit there all night?”

    “Yeah.”

    “I’m so sore.”

    “I’m not that heavy.”

    “Really?”

    “What are you thinking about? You seemed lost in thought.”

    “Just random stuff.”

    “About today?”

    “Not really. Just that it’s been a while since I’ve been bothered.”

    “You said you’ve been picked on often?”

    “Yes.”

    “Tell me about it, I want to know the details. Did you ever become a gang leader?”

    “No, it’s the opposite.”

    “Targeted?”

    “Yeah.”

    “The story isn’t just about letting him be bullied until he graduates, right?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

    “If it were like that.”

    “No way.”

    “Why?”

    “Remember when you cussed out Khram until he cried like a dog? Plus, you said you weren’t that weak, so now I want to know how it was.”

    “Oh.” I nodded again, “Well, there’s nothing much to it. Probably because I was smaller than my peers back then, they thought it would be easy to bully me, that I couldn’t fight back. Hurting someone who can’t fight back might make them feel strong.”

    “Really?” He raised his eyebrow, “I never thought like that.”

    “Have you ever bullied someone?”

    “Yeah, I used to lift girls’ skirts in kindergarten.”

    “…Really? Was it fun?”

    “Not really, what’s fun about seeing underwear?”

    “So you pulled down their underwear too?”

    “Yeah, damn. That was bad. So I stopped lifting skirts and started pulling down boys’ pants instead.”

    “Whose pants, your friends’ or yours?”

    “…Mine, what’s that, why are you asking this?” He pushed my head lightly, annoyed.

    “Good thing I wasn’t in that class.”

    “I was just kidding, but don’t you want to see? You were still touching it last evening.”

    “…You were the one who pulled my hand there.”

    “If you want to touch, just say so, you can touch, but it’s hard to beat my hand.”

    “Sigh.” I let out an accidental sigh at him, “But…”

    “But what?”

    “I don’t need protection.”

    “…”

    “I mean…I’m not weak enough to need someone to protect me.”

    “Yeah, I’m not saying I want to protect you because you’re weak, I’m the weak one here.”

    “Why?”

    “Because I can’t live without you.”

    “Uh-huh.” I answered softly, “I understand.”

    “Good that you understand. Take good care of yourself, you’re the only one in the world for me.”

    “Same for you, there’s probably only one person like you in the world.”

    “There might be others like me, but no one will love you as much as I do.”    “You’re really good at sweet talk.” I teased, showing a slight smile, lifting my hand to brush the hair off my face as the wind blew, “You can go to sleep now.”

    “You watch over me a bit.”

    “Why? Are you a little kid who needs watching while sleeping?”    “Just for today, it’s fine for the one who got picked on, but the one who’s paranoid is me.”

    “Oh, Little Arthit.”

    “Just a little, please, I was born first.”

    “Being born first is your only advantage, you big child, I’ll go spank you to sleep.”

    “…Damn it. You really won’t agree if it’s not you.”

    And that night, if I wasn’t by his side, he wouldn’t have been able to sleep no matter what, so I had to let him sleep with me on the bed. Even though I said not to come up on the bed, tonight was an exception. He had been gone since morning, leaving Chinese donuts and soy milk on the table. We chatted a bit during the day, he said he’d be practicing for a car race tonight.

    After that, we met less often, probably because our free time didn’t match up much. He seemed busy, with both car racing practice and making music at night. If I wasn’t asleep, he would drop by on some nights, sleeping on the sofa and disappearing by morning as usual.

    As for me, I study and work. In the evening, I go to the gym with him if he has free time because he won’t let me go alone.

    My daily routine has changed a little; there’s someone to miss, someone I have to wait for to have free time so we can talk or meet.

    A few days ago, Phii Meen told me she had dealt with the person who caused trouble for me at the gym. Even though I thought it wasn’t necessary, it was what Meen wanted, and she did it out of kindness towards me. So, I thanked her sincerely.

    I returned to the condo after a full day of studying, with food for my cat in my bag. A few days ago, I found a kitten mother, who had just given birth, behind the condo in a somewhat hidden area, you have to walk a bit further to reach it. If it weren’t for the kitten’s mother begging for food and following me there, I wouldn’t have known about it.

    While I was heading to where the cat and her kittens were, I heard sounds like people arguing. If it weren’t for the cat and her kittens being there, I would have walked away. I’m the type to avoid trouble, so I put on a mask since there was only dust around. Initially, I wanted to move the kittens to another place, but since they had just been born, the mother was very protective.

    I hoped their argument wouldn’t result in any harm to the cat or her kittens.    I cautiously moved closer to peek, and seeing that they were arguing near some old wood where the cat kittens were, I became even more worried. Even though I had arranged the wood securely, if anything hit it hard, it would definitely fall on the cat.

    I didn’t want to get involved in trouble, but I couldn’t abandon the cats either. While I was figuring out what to do, I saw a familiar, larger cat come out to hiss at those approaching her kittens, only to be kicked away.

    I clenched my fists in shock, realizing it wasn’t just an argument; it was one person being ganged up on. And the person being ganged up on was…

    Phii Meen…

       Phii Meen was fiercely swinging a steel pipe against about four or five men. What kind of situation was this? Why were so many men attacking one woman…no, it was more like one woman attacking a group of men. From the way they were barely able to fight back against Phii Meen, it seemed more fitting.    “Behind you!” I shouted loudly, rushing out before my brain could even react. I blocked a piece of wood aimed at the back of Meen with my arm. Phii Meen turned to look at me, confused. I gritted my teeth, holding my arm steady, then swung the wood away, punching the face of the person holding it with all my might, making him stagger back.    “Kid! How did you get here!”

    I didn’t even have time to respond before I had to deal with another person charging at me. I ducked under the punch, grabbed his arm, and slammed him to the ground with force, the sound echoing around the area.

    “Get out of here first, it’s dangerous!”

    “No. I have cats to protect.”

    “Huh? Cats? Isn’t it me? Oh, you little pest!” Phii Meen grumbled and turned to fight someone else instead. I looked over and saw two people not far from us, one sitting and one standing, quietly observing the situation like a boss overseeing their underlings.

    I grabbed the nearest piece of wood to defend myself from the relentless attack. I’ve mentioned before that I was often bullied back in the day, so this situation isn’t that strange. It’s just been a while since I’ve encountered something like this, and it brings back memories of the past.

    At first, I thought there were only four or five of them, but upon closer look, I saw there were actually eight. They had us surrounded. I scanned the situation.    My body started to heat up, movements guided by instinct. I let violence take over, swinging the stick with force, the smell of blood filling my nose, breathing heavily from exhaustion, pain coursing through me, the tension and pressure of the situation. I remembered these feelings.

    Before I knew it, all of them were on the ground.

    “You’ve got some skills.” Phii Meen said.

    “Somsri!” I called out to the cat’s mother immediately and rushed to where the cat was under the pile of debris, but I found that it had disappeared, my heart dropped.

    “Where did it go?”

    “Here?”

    One of the people I thought was the leader held up the cat by the scruff of its neck, not cradling it but gripping its skin. This made me even more upset. I stood up straight and walked over to him, with my brother following.

    “Give it back.”

    “Hmm? Is it that important?”

    “Yes.”

    “It’s just a dirty cat, killing one or two won’t matter.” He said, “I heard you were looking for it, so I caught it when it was trying to escape with its cub. You really messed up my underlings.”

    “…”

    “Come closer, take off your mask.”

    “…”

    I walked closer, my eyes widening when I clearly saw the face of the person holding the cat, beside her was the woman who had confronted me that day at the gym.

    “Phii! This is the one who got me slapped by that person at the gym!”    “Disturbing is one thing, you started it by bothering my kid. You, Ging, are hiding behind others.” Phii Meen said with a hard voice, pointing and scolding with displeasure, “Ha, can’t handle it by yourself, so you bring your brother and underlings? Pathetic. Look at your underlings, real men, beaten to the ground by me and my kid, crying like dogs.”

    “You bitch! You can’t beat my brother! Phii! She cussed me again!” The person named Ging shook the man sitting there hard. I think I could now assess the situation.

    After Phii Meen retaliated for me, Ging, unwilling to accept it, brought her brother and his cronies to get revenge on one woman. But talking is one thing, since it was Phii Meen, there wasn’t much of a problem. From the way she was swinging the steel pipe at them.

    “Yeah, I understand…if we just go back like this, we’ll lose face. And if this cat is so important to you, try to take it back.”

    “Dao, step back…I’ll handle this.” Phii Meen said, raising her arm to shield me.

    “You! How can a woman think she can fight my brother!?”

    “Besides in bed, it’s when they get beaten by me that guys usually scream.” Phii Meen said, raising her eyebrows, provocatively smiling, “You’ll get more from me, Ging.”

    “It’s okay, Phii Meen.” I said softly, walking closer to the other side, slowly removing my mask and sending a mocking smile to the person sitting there, who immediately looked shocked.

    “!!!”

    He released the cat to the ground, setting her free. I quickly picked up the cat. Fortunately, it seemed unharmed. I handed the kitten to Phii Meen and turned to talk to the person in front of me.

    “What’s up? We haven’t seen each other in a while, have we, Phii?”

    “You…you! Why is it you! Why are you here!!” He yelled loudly, panic-stricken, his face which was once full of confidence now turning pale with fear. The person named Ging was equally flustered.

    “Why, Phii? Do you know him? Why do you have to act scared of him!”    “Get out! You’re a psycho! Don’t come near me!” He screamed, pointing at me with trembling hands. I walked closer and gave a sarcastic half-smile.

    “Do you still want to hug me?” I mockingly opened my arms as if to hug him, but he quickly backed away, even trying to push me, “Eh? Why? Haven’t seen each other in so long, have you forgotten?”

    I pretended to make a cooing sound, which made the security guard go pale. Seeing him scared like that filled me with an indescribable satisfaction. He started sweating profusely, looking flustered.

    “Don’t come near me!! Get out!”

    “Phii! Calm down, what’s wrong with you? Don’t tell me it’s because of this!”

    “Ging, Ging, take it away from me!”

    “Don’t you dare come near my brother!” The one named Ging stepped in front of me, embracing her poor brother. She clenched her lips tightly, clearly distressed, “It’s you, isn’t it? You’re evil! Do you know how much harm you’ve caused my brother!”

    “Hmm? Really? I thought he might actually like it.” I said with a smile.

    “You psycho! You pervert!”

    “Are you talking about my child?”

    “Enough! Enough already! We won’t mess with you anymore! Don’t you mess with us either!” She said, her voice filled with anger and fear, “Phii, it’s okay now. Let’s go home.”

    “…”

    I watched the sister help her brother escape, feeling a mix of pity and satisfaction that we didn’t have to deal with more trouble. I immediately went to check on the Cat cub in Phii Meen’s arms.

    “The little one doesn’t look good. Should we take it to the vet?”

    “Yes.”

    “Is that the cat’s mother?”

    “Yes.” I answered, turning to see the mother cat caring for her cubs in a cardboard box, “Maybe we should get them all checked out.”

    “Okay, I’ll take them.”

    “Thanks.”

    I left the people lying on the ground as they were and, along with Phii Meen, headed to the clinic, even though we were both injured. It wasn’t like we were unscathed; Phii Meen had several bruises, and I was no different, with a split lip and a slight nosebleed, along with bruises all over.

    “…”

    The examination results showed that some cats were malnourished and had complications from living in dirty conditions, and since we weren’t in a position to take them back with us, we had to leave them at the clinic for now.

    Phii Meen and I split the medical costs because she said she wanted to keep one of the kittens after they were treated. We returned to the condo by car and went to my room to tend to the wounds.

    “So, what’s up with us? I was so surprised when you suddenly appeared.” Phii Meen said while cleaning my wounds.

    “At first, I just wanted to check on Cat.”

    “Oh.”

    “But I saw you about to get hit from behind, so my body just reacted.”

    “Ha ha, thank you, you’re the cutest.” Phii Meen smiled broadly, happy. “I knew it, even if you seem cold, you’re actually very kind.”

    “Really?”

    “Hmm, and you’re good at fighting too. Look at this. If it weren’t for you, I would have had a much harder time, I was out of breath.”

    “But Phii Meen you was really impressive.”

    “Of course, they couldn’t take me down that easily. At first, I didn’t expect it to turn out like this. I just went to deal with that Ging for causing trouble for you, but I didn’t think she would retaliate by bringing a bunch of guys to gang up on me, damn.”

    “…Yeah, really.” I said in a softer tone, “I’m sorry.”

    “Why apologize to me?”

    “If you hadn’t gone to retaliate for me in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.”

    “Oh, don’t overthink it. I did it because I wanted to, and also, I found out that Ging has a gangster brother, but who cares, getting some exercise like this helps me relieve stress and tension.”

    “It relieves the pain but causes injury instead.”

    “Normally, it’s worse in prison.”

    “Oh.”

    “Because you helped me get out of there, I wanted to help you too. But in the end, you ended up helping me again, sigh. Looks like I’m pretty pathetic, huh?”    “Not at all, you were already fighting them before I even stepped in to help.”    “Well, there you go.” Phii Meenn shrugged slightly, “But I didn’t think you’d be that good at fighting.”

    “Don’t just look at the surface.”

    “Exactly, so what should we do? If Arthit sees me like this, he might go crazy.

    Last time, when I just got into trouble, he was almost beside himself with worry.”    “Oh…” I went quiet; I was thinking the same thing. I really didn’t want him to see me in this condition. If I were a quick-healing cyborg, that would be great.

    “Thinking about it gives me goosebumps.” Phii Meen said, looking distressed,

    “If he finds out who did this to me, those people would definitely not get away.”

    “…”

    “Just beating them might not be enough.”

    “Shorty! I’m back!” While we were talking, the door suddenly opened with a familiar voice. The person who had just entered stopped in his tracks when he saw Phii Meen bandaging my wounds, his face showing shock before he rushed over, “What the hell is this! What happened? Who did this to you! Meen! Are you involved too? What have you done with my wife!”

    “Calm down.” Phii Meen, still startled, spoke up, “Sit down first, calm down, and then we’ll explain.”

    “Explain now!”

    “Yeah! You idiot, you come in shouting like that, am I not hurt too?” Phii Meen complained irritably. Phii Arthit immediately turned his attention to me, his brows furrowed with deep concern.

    “Are you hurt badly? Where else does it hurt?” His anger subsided, his voice trembling, which made me feel a bit sad.

    “My arm is bruised.” I showed him the arm that had taken the hit from the stick, “And probably around my ribs and back.” I mentioned where it hurt, recalling getting struck there too.

    “Damn it.” He gritted his teeth as if trying to control his emotions, “Explain it, you idiot.”

    “It’s that Ging I had to deal with before because she was messing with my child, she brought her brother and her underlings. Today, I was just walking back to the condo when suddenly, I was dragged away, tied up. Luckily, I managed to escape, but I couldn’t just run away; I had to fight back. Then Nong Dao came to help me. At first, I thought he was worried about me, huh. No, he was worried about the cat.”

    “…”

    “Just kidding, he was worried about me too, took the hits for me. See, he’s such a good kid.”

    “Why did he take the hits for you ? Meen you are tough as nails, you can handle it.”

    “Well, you see…I’m one woman surrounded by seven or eight guys. I might be chill, but I’m not that chill. My child is incredibly skilled; in no time, we took down those guys, making them scream in defeat.”

    “Huh? You were involved too?”

    “Yes.” Phii Meen answered, “he is really good, not just playing around. At first, I was stunned, like someone who’s been in many fights, very experienced.”

    “So, when you told me you were often picked on, it was like this, huh?”    “Hmm.” I nodded slightly.

    “Yeah, there was one incident. At first, that leader guy was super scary, I thought it would be tough, but then he saw Nong Dao’s face and turned pale, backing away like he saw a ghost. What’s up with that, Dao?” Phii Meen turned to ask me with a curious expression.

    “Really?”

    “Yeah, he’s probably Ging’s brother, it seems like they know each other. I saw

    Nong Dao call him by name, what was it…Gard?”

    “Yes.”

    “So, how do you know him? And why is he so scared of you?”

    “Oh, well…”

    I looked at the unfamiliar square box on my study table, it was emanating a foul, rotting smell that filled the room, making no one want to enter. There was no need to open it to see what was inside. I picked up that box and buried it behind the school.

       “Don’t you want my gift anymore? That’s a pity, it was hard to find, you know.”

       “…”

       I didn’t respond, intentionally ignoring him and walking away, but he grabbed my arm first.

       “Hey, how long are you going to ignore me? Being too proud isn’t cute.”

       “…Annoying.”

       “What did you say?”

       “Annoying.”

       “You’re getting too mouthy!” ‘Phii Gard’ raised his hand, intending to slap me, but the whistle blew before he could.

       “Hey, what’s going on over there! Aren’t you supposed to be lining up!” the janitor uncle shouted from another direction. I shook off his hand and walked away immediately, hearing Phii Gard shout after me, “I’ll let you go this time. If you throw away my gift again, I won’t let you off.”    Annoying…

       What kind of gift is this? It’s just a dead piece of shit.

       The incident happened about a month ago when I had to transfer schools because of a fight at my old school. It wasn’t because I started the fight, but because I fought back, making it a big deal. I had endured bullying, mocking, and belittling throughout almost the whole term, but my patience snapped when they started targeting my parents.

       The reason I was often bullied was probably because of the idiots who thought that picking on someone who couldn’t fight back made them superior, giving them a feeling of strength. That evening, I sent three of them to the hospital.

       Because their parents had considerable influence and it was deemed that I went too far, I was transferred. Here, it wasn’t much different from my old school because I’m not very good at talking, so I preferred to be alone, which wasn’t a problem until last month.

       Phii Gard, quite famous in school, was the leader of a group of rather aggressive boys. They spent their days doing meaningless things like fighting, beating up people, stealing girls, and claiming territories. He had a reputation for getting whatever he wanted, which explained why he changed girlfriends daily without shame.

       I don’t know why I became his target, but he started by asking me out in the middle of the cafeteria, ignoring everyone else’s stares. My rejection must have…

       He began to harass me until my classmates were afraid to get close because Phii Gard threatened anyone who tried to approach me. Within days, my situation became well-known in school. At first, I thought he was just playing around and would soon get bored, but that wasn’t the case; it had been a month already.    Because of him, I was ostracized by the whole class, and sometimes, my things were thrown into the lotus pond, my books and notebooks were torn, or my belongings were destroyed. I knew it was his doing because each time, there would be a message threatening that if I didn’t agree to be his, he wouldn’t stop.    I tried to endure because I didn’t want to be transferred again. Plus, the bad news was that Phii Gard’s father was the school principal, and every teacher was intimidated by him. I had once brought evidence to the teachers, but it didn’t help at all.

       Forget about love or liking him, he just enjoyed seeing me struggle to endure. He took pleasure in not seeing me cry or give up in front of him like others did. For him, I was probably just a new toy. He continued to change girls while tormenting me at the same time.

       The crazy bullying, like placing dead animals on my desk, started about five days ago. He really put effort into finding these things, whether it was dead mice or birds. I wasn’t even afraid of him; what I felt was only annoyance and anger…to the point where I could hardly bear it.

       I hated how he acted as if he could do anything to me, like I was just a plaything he could manipulate any way he wanted, which was incredibly frustrating.

       In the evening, after I hid in the library to avoid Phii Gard since he couldn’t cause trouble there, he would have to wait until the library closed to approach me, which he certainly wouldn’t bother to do.

       When the library closed, I walked outside, and suddenly, someone grabbed me forcefully to follow them. I found out it was three of Phii Gard’s underlings. Unable to resist, I had to follow them reluctantly. They dragged me to the storage area behind the school, which was a blind spot. Not many people came here; it was known to be Phii Gard’s territory. They often gathered there.

       The smell of cigarette smoke was so thick it made me wrinkle my nose. I had a bad feeling because he had never brought me here in the evening when there were hardly any other students like this before. Of course, who would feel good about this? Surrounded by his underlings, he sat in the middle, smoking and casting glances my way. I could sense that this time, he wouldn’t let me go easily.

       There were more than ten people here; there was no way I could escape…

       “So, you finally came.”

       “…”

       “Thinking about running? You won’t get away. Sigh, Daotok, do you not know how much I want you? I’ve never wanted anyone this much before. I’ve been chasing you for a month, and you still play hard to get.”

       “…” I didn’t respond, he just stood up and walked towards me. I looked up at him without any fear.

       “What’s with those defiant eyes?” He said, displeased, “Don’t look at me with such a hard stare.”

       “Ugh.” I clenched my teeth when he suddenly grabbed my hair from behind, pulling hard, his face coming close to mine.

       “Look at your husband with sweet eyes.”

       “…”

       “Oh, because besides me, these guys have been trying to give you gifts for the past month, so you might as well become their wife too.” After that distasteful remark, the others cheered as if they were rooting for something.

       …I narrowed my eyes slightly as I understood the whole situation.

       This wasn’t just a game; he intended to force me and let the others have their turn.

       “Phii…” I called him by name for the first time in a soft voice, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, “Phii Gard. Don’t do this to me.”

       “Hah, trying to trick me now?”

       “Not at all.” I gently stroked his hand that was pulling my hair; he let go. I moved closer, hugging him, “I’m scared. I give up, I really do. Please don’t do anything to me…please.”

       “That’s how you need to be dealt with.” He put his arm around my shoulders, satisfied to see that I had truly given in, looking at my tear-stained face, “Be mine nicely from the start, and it would have been over.”

       “Uh-huh.” I nodded slightly, biting my lip, then covering my mouth with my hand as he tried to kiss me, his eyes immediately showing irritation, “I…I’m shy. Can’t we go somewhere where it’s just the two of us?” I pretended to be embarrassed, but not too much, or it would seem unbelievable.

       “Sure, how about the storage room?”

       “Hmm, yes.”

       Then he took me to the storage room, ordered everyone to wait outside, locked the door securely, and immediately pushed me down to the ground.

       “Ha, I’ve wanted to hug you like this for a long time.”

       “Hmm.” I raised both arms to hug his neck, letting him nuzzle into my neck with a sense of disgust. At the moment when I thought he was completely absorbed, I reached into my pocket for a lighter, removed the cap, and poured the oil over the back of the person on top of me.

       “!!” He was shocked as something was suddenly poured over his back, but it was too late. I took out another lighter, lit it, and dropped it onto the oil,

    “Aaaahhhh!!!”

       He screamed loudly; his back was engulfed in flames. He tried to wriggle free from my arms, but I used all my strength to hold him down, even though one of my arms was also getting burnt.

       “Let go!! Let go! Let me go, you bastard, let me go! I told you to let me go!”    “You wanted to hug me, didn’t you?” I whispered coldly into his ear. His face turned pale before tears started to flow pathetically, “Why ask me to let go when I begged you so many times, and you never let me go?”

       “You bastard! You! You sick fuck! Let go! Let me go now! Aaahhh, hot, hot, hot!!

    Anyone, anyone, help me!!”

       “Shh. Don’t scream, no one will hear you anyway, with doors this thick. Even if they do, no one can help you. Who was the one who locked the door?”

       “Aaaah, hot!!! Aaaah, let me go!!!”

       “You thought I couldn’t fight back, huh? Do you still think that now, huh?” I deliberately whispered to embed my voice, my presence, and my actions deep into his mind. Did he think he could rape me and have his underlings take turns? This revenge, mixed with a month’s worth of torment, I’ll settle it all at once, “I don’t want to hurt anyone. Unless they hurt me first. I just want to be left alone, can you understand that?”

       “Aaaahhh!!”

       “No more strength to struggle? Beg me, speak nicely, maybe I’ll want to let you go.”

       “No…no way!! Ugh, you, you, I’ll kill you!” He tried to reach for my throat, but he didn’t have the strength to fight back anymore, “Murderer! You won’t let go; if

    I die, you’ll go to prison, you bastard!”

       “Think so…huh? I’m pretty good at surviving, you know. I’ve recorded the sound where you threatened to rape me. How loyal do you think your underlings are? Are you sure they won’t be scared enough to spill everything to the police? Plus, I’ve been bullied for a month, everyone in school has seen it. And I have several letters you wrote yourself as threats. Just lighting a lighter and pouring it over someone who tried to assault me. I’m just defending myself.”

       “…You! You’re a psychopath! Ahhh!!”

       “It’s hot, isn’t it? Can you smell your own skin burning?” I whispered calmly, letting go of his hand because he didn’t even have the strength to move anymore. I stood up, glancing at the person suffering from the heat, “Apologize to me, beg me to help you.”

       “I…I’m sorry, sob, hic, sorry for hurting you all this time, sob, I’m sorry, please help me, help me, please, I beg you.”

       “…” I didn’t respond, just opened the door and left. The people waiting outside were shocked when they saw the condition inside. No one paid attention to me. I ran out to find the teacher who was still on duty in the evening, my appearance startling the teacher. I recounted everything that happened, saying he tried to rape me and threatened that his underlings would do the same. I tricked him into letting his guard down before using a lighter to defend myself by setting him on fire.    This case was quickly investigated. I had plenty of evidence against him, including audio clips, my destroyed belongings, threatening letters, and testimonies from people at school. The conclusion was that it was self-defense because in that situation, I couldn’t have fought back. My family decided I should transfer schools to protect my mental health.

       I heard that Phii Gard was sent to juvenile detention after recovering from his injuries, and there were rumors he developed a severe fear of fire and heat after the incident.

       From my heart, I felt no pity or sympathy for him because he started it all, and people like that deserved what they got.

       I myself…am not so kind-hearted as to let myself be bullied without fighting back.    “Serves him right, that bastard, trying to rape my child, if it were me, I would’ve cut his balls off, fucking deserved it, coming out and still acting all high and mighty.”

    “Were you very scared?” Phii Arthit gently stroked my cheek, his voice full of concern.

    “Not at all. I wasn’t scared.” I shook my head.

    “You did great, my child. Don’t be scared of him. Seriously, trying to rape someone and then passing them around to his underlings is the lowest of the low, it makes me so angry, I shouldn’t have let him escape.” Phii Meen said irritably, “But it’s right for him to be scared of you. No wonder, when he sees you, it’s like seeing a ghost, must have left quite an impression, well done.”

    “Am I scary?”

    “Hmm. Well, to me, it’s more like you’re amazing, amazing for enduring it for almost a month without responding because you didn’t want to worry your family, amazing for handling such a scary situation, that guard is truly a piece of shit, huh?”

    “Uh-huh.”

    “Oh, why aren’t you enjoying this at all?”

    “I’m thinking about how to deal with him.” Phii Arthit said calmly.

    “It’s okay. I’ve already dealt with him; the person named Ging said they are not going to mess with me.”

    “That’s your agreement, not mine.”

    “Ha, with someone as stubborn as you…”

    “Should I let go of the person who did this to my wife?”    “Yeah, I knew you wouldn’t let it go. But, Nong Dao…”

    “Yes?”

    “When you didn’t let go of Gard, didn’t you get burned by the fire?”

    “I did, on my arm.”

    “Really?” Phii Arthit asked immediately. I nodded before pulling up my sleeve to show him.

    “So, I got tattoos over all the scars.”

    “Wow, you’re so strong, let me kiss your head, come here.”

    “Meen! Don’t mess with my wife!”

    “Why don’t you fight back against Arthit? He messes with you, doesn’t he?”

     

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  • WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 39: Promise

    WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 39: Promise

       WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 39: Promise

       Arthit

       I was in the bathroom, hastily attending to my needs, my breathing as fast as the movements of my right hand gripping my hard part, imagining the small person moaning sweetly and writhing on the bed, the scent and taste of him lingering on my tongue, the smooth white skin I touched, leaving marks to claim ownership, the tips of his nipples standing firm when I licked and sucked them until they were red and tender, his delicate body with its hot temperature and so sensitive to touch.    “…Mmm.” I bit my lower lip as I reached my release, inadvertently licking my lips, still unable to remove the image of Dao from my mind, but at least, I felt a bit more at peace now, letting warm water cleanse my body.

    Last night, I couldn’t stop myself from climbing into bed and harassing him. The fragrance, the body temperature, the soft skin all made me lose my mind. The more I touched and the more he responded unconsciously, the harder it was for me to control myself.

    Last night, after he fell asleep, I dealt with the throbbing part under my pants. It took three rounds for it to calm down. When I woke up in the morning to go to the ward, thoughts of Dao came back, and I had to do it another two times.

    Damn…this might be too much, I mean, I might be too much, falling in love with him to this extent. I only hope that if we become a couple, he can handle me because even without being official, I’m already this intense.

    After finishing my shower, I hurried out of the bathroom, changed clothes, and went straight to the hospital to start my ward rounds. This is why I had to rush. If the attending doctor asked why I was late, I definitely couldn’t say I was messing around, damn it.

    You might think I’m horny, which is correct, that’s pretty obvious, especially at this age when hormones are all about reproduction. But my horniness doubles when I’m in front of Dao.

    It’s not like this is new. After hugging, kissing, or anything like that, I need to find a moment to deal with the little Arthit that’s hard and painful in my pants. If you’re a guy, you know how painful it can be when you’re hard in tight underwear.    How can I not be this intense when Dao is that cute? His face when he woke up to find me doing that was shocked and turned bright red, so cute that I’d take a chair to the face if only he wouldn’t get mad at me. I even let him pull my ear. No one has ever done anything like this to me before, and I willingly let him. When he pushed me away, I backed off because I started to regain my senses, especially when he said he was preparing for sex, it was a big deal.

    I was ready to wrestle and make him strip right there because he’s so damn cute, but because of what he said, I managed to control myself and decided not to do anything like that until he’s truly ready. I’m not sure if I can be patient, but I’ll try.    My patience is limited; the only time I can hold out is when I’m on the bed.    Hill, who was waiting, looked at me with a scolding expression when he saw me running up, panting. I rushed like my life depended on it, and luckily, I made it in time.

    “Did you wake up late?”

    “No, I woke up early.”

    “Then why are you late?”

    “I was rubbing one off.”

    “…”

    “Hill, do you understand that I’m someone who lasts long, so it took a bit of time? I rushed here, my hand was exhausted, and almost got burned.”

    “You don’t have to explain in such detail, I don’t want to know that much.” Hill turned away and sighed in exasperation. I picked up my phone when I got a message notification and saw it was from Dao.

    SS: *sends picture    SS: What is this?

       ☀︎: It’s a photo of me.

       I typed an explanation after he sent me a screenshot of his phone, where I had sneakily changed his wallpaper to a picture of myself so he would always see me when we’re not together.

    ☀︎: Don’t ever change it.

       SS: …

       ☀︎: I miss you.

       SS: Uh-huh.

       ☀︎: What are you doing?

       SS: I’m heading to the faculty.    ☀︎: I’m going to the ward now.

       ☀︎:    

       SS:    

       ☀︎: Not this, I want your heart.

       ☀︎: Quickly, quickly.

       ☀︎: I’m going to the ward soon.

       SS: …

       SS:   

       5555555555

       ☀︎: Now I have the energy to go to the ward.

       ☀︎:

    I dragged myself back from the ward, feeling utterly bored. Doing things you don’t like really drains your energy so easily. I tapped the key card for the room next door, and I saw the room’s owner packing his bag. He looked at me in confusion, and before he could react, I rushed in to hug him.

    He seemed a bit startled before reaching out to hug me back, patting my back gently as if to console me, which made me feel very warm. I hugged him tighter, for a long time until I was satisfied, then released him but not before stealing a kiss on his cheek with cheekiness.

    “You hugged me back, that’s so cute. You wouldn’t even let me hug you before.”

    “Where are you going?”

    “To exercise.”

    “Huh? Exercise, where?”

    “At the gym.”

    “Hmm?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise, looking closely, he was already in workout gear, with a backpack on his shoulder, then he looked back at me, “Let me go with you.”

    He shook his head. I frowned, not understanding.

    “Why?”

    “I want to go alone.”

    “I exercise often, I can help train you.”

    “No.”

    “I’m going with you whether you like it or not.” I said stubbornly, “I won’t let anyone else train you, what if they try to molest you?”

    “No one will molest me except you.”

    “That’s for sure, just imagine if someone else tried to molest you.”

    “…”

    “Wait a sec, I’ll change my clothes, don’t even think about sneaking out before I come back.”

    “Uh.”

    I quickly went back to my room to change into workout clothes. Initially, I planned to spend some time hanging out with him before going back to work on my music, but seeing him about to go outside like this, I knew what I would choose without needing to be told. Of course, I had to go with him.

    When I came out of my room, I found him leaning against the door waiting. Seeing him in workout gear was a different kind of eye-catching, I went over to put my arm around his shoulder and we walked out together.

    “What made you want to exercise?”

    “Otherwise, where would I get the strength to deal with you?”

    “So, you’re getting fit to fight me?” I couldn’t help but laugh at that, how could I not fall for someone so cute like this, he nodded slightly before speaking in a flat voice.

    “If not, you wouldn’t be able to hit me hard enough.”

    “Oh, your heart is something, huh? Exercise to gain strength, then come hit me.”    “Exactly.”

    “That’s a good thing. When you’re ready, you’ll be able to keep up with me until the end without passing out first.” I said cheerfully. The person next to me looked slightly confused before frowning, as we were alone in the elevator, which allowed me to lean down and steal a kiss on his cheek, “Whose bike are we taking?”

    “We can go separately.”

    “No good, then let’s take your Phatcharamon. I want to ride with you again.”

    “No, the tires are all flat.”

    “Then you drive my bike.”

    “I can’t handle a big bike.”

    “Shh, that’s annoying. Then you hug my waist.”

    “…” He didn’t reply, just waited for me to mount the motorcycle, then started the engine with difficulty. I revved the bike hard, speeding forward, making him have no choice but to hug my waist. It didn’t take long before we arrived at my regular gym.

    We went inside, stored our stuff, then came out.

    “Have you been here before?”

    He shook his head instead of answering.

    “Do you want to try any specific machine? I can teach you.”

    “It’s my first day here. I just want to try running first.”

    “Alright, then I’ll stay around here. Call me if you need anything.”    “Uh-huh.” He agreed and headed towards the treadmill. I went to the weight machines, did some stretching before moving to the weight bench, adding weights until I was satisfied, then sat down. I worked out with concentration, occasionally glancing at Dao during breaks.

    “Arthit.”

    “…” I turned towards the voice calling me, seeing a woman who seemed familiar but whose name I couldn’t remember. She sat down next to me, smiling happily, wearing a tight-fitting workout outfit that showed off her good figure, her pretty face slightly flushed, probably from exercising.

    If it were before, I would have just stared straight at it.

    “It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, did you change your LINE?” “No, this is it.”

    “Then did you block my LINE? Why?”

    She started to pout in dissatisfaction, which would probably look cute to others. If it were me before, I’d probably think it was tempting too. The other person moved closer until we were touching, clearly flirting, “Do you have a girlfriend now?”

    “Well…not yet.”

    A small hand gently touched mine. I didn’t feel much, just worried someone might see, I looked around but Dao didn’t even glance this way, making me sigh in frustration, sigh, I’m being flirted with like this, and you still don’t pay attention to me.

    “Then, after this, shall we go eat together?”

    “…”

    “Please. I’ve missed you so much.” She moved even closer, and I could smell her perfume. Normally, I’m not affected by women’s perfume, but now it feels overwhelming. I immediately frowned when something soft pressed against my arm, what the hell, she’s pressing her chest against me, “No one satisfies me like you do. I miss the passion we had in bed.”

    “…”

    “Hey, don’t ignore me. I’m not being unreasonable or demanding anything. Just let’s have fun again…please.” Her coaxing whisper near my ear made my hair stand on end, not out of pleasure, but fear that Dao might misunderstand. Yet, part of me wanted Dao to show some jealousy, so I tried to stay still.

    I turned to look but Dao had disappeared, damn, where did he go, to the bathroom or what?

    “You never used to refuse before, what’s wrong with you?”

    I let out a big sigh, moving my arm away helplessly, she’s really trying to charm me, while the person I want to charm me is nowhere to be seen, sigh, damn frustrating.

    “Don’t bother me.” I said to cut her off before getting up to leave, walking to the bathroom to find Dao washing his face, “Hey.”

    “Hmm?”

    “Did you see what happened earlier?”

    “That woman coming up to you?”

    “Yeah, and aren’t you jealous? She even pressed her chest against my arm, see how hot I am, you should be jealous.”

    “…”

    “Why didn’t you say anything? I’m starting to feel jealous.”

    “Jealous.”

    “Really?”

    “I wasn’t too happy about it, so I didn’t want to look. That’s why I went to the bathroom.” He said in a flat tone, looking up at me with an expressionless face, “Is this what you call jealousy?”

    “Yeah, then why didn’t you come to me?”

    “I don’t know, I felt awkward, I guess.”

    The smaller person came closer, reaching out to hug my arm, leaning his cheek against it, which made me freeze for a moment.

       “I can do that too, hug your arm.”    Wow…damn, that’s so cute!!!

       I immediately hugged him back, pushing him against the bathroom wall.    I bent down to sniff the pleasant scent from his white neck, different from the previous perfume’s smell. He was stunned for a moment before showing an uncomfortable expression, which softened my heart. I gently stroked his white cheek, blaming myself for not shaking off that hand from the start. Why did I want Dao to feel jealous?

    “Who is she?”

    “I don’t know, I can’t even remember her name.”

    “Just had a temporary relationship, right?”

    “Yeah, sorry, my fault. I just wanted to see if you’d be jealous of me.” I said softly, feeling uneasy, “Don’t make that face.”

    “Can I be jealous?”

    “Of course, you can, I’m jealous of you, you can be jealous of me too, you can be jealous of everything.”

    “Uh-huh.” Dao answered softly, then reached out to hug me. Just this, just this is enough for me to agree to everything. Oh, my heart is floating away, “Do you still think about her?”

    “No. No thoughts. Never thought about her, only about you.”

    “Really?”

    “If you don’t believe me, try this.” I took the small hand and placed it on my groin, where I was hard from our embrace and touch. Dao quickly pulled his hand back, his face turning bright red as he looked down, avoiding eye contact.

    “Uh…I understand now.”

    I leaned down to whisper:

    “This is just from hugging, you don’t know how much you drive me crazy. I’ve never been like this with anyone else but you.”

    “Ah…uh, let’s go back.”

    “Okay.”

    I smiled, taking a deep breath to calm the throbbing part of me, knowing it wouldn’t be good to go outside in this condition. I washed my face to calm my mind, but when I came out, the person who should have been waiting wasn’t there.

    I asked a trainer if he had seen the small guy who came with me, and he said he saw him go outside with someone.

    Instantly, I knew something bad was about to happen. I felt a sudden urgency and concern like never before, rushing outside to look for him, scanning the area anxiously. Hearing someone scream, I ran towards the sound.

    The sight I saw was the woman having her arm twisted behind her back by Dao. She was crying out in pain before Dao let go. She turned around, raising her hand to strike, but I intercepted her in time, gripping her wrist hard until she screamed.    “What the hell is this!” I shouted in anger, her face turning pale with shock, “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” I turned to ask the small guy with concern, scanning his body, turning him around to make sure he was unharmed.

    “I was just curious if you were dating him. you came together, I just wanted to talk.”

    “Talk like this, what the hell!”

    “Ugh…don’t shout at me. I’m scared, he assaulted me, twisted my arm. You saw it, why do you have to be so angry? You’re not usually like this.”

    “He was going to slap me first.”

    “You little shit, you’re slandering me!”

    “Who are you calling a little shit!” I yelled, my face flushed with anger, tears starting to well up in her eyes from the hurt, her fragile body trembling with fear before she collapsed to the ground.

    “I’m a woman, you can see I can’t even fight back!”

    “Let’s switch places.” I paused when Dao hugged my arm again, his small hands holding mine, which made all my anger vanish in an instant. However, I was still unhappy that someone had cursed out my wife, “Please.”

    “Uh-huh, I understand.” but in the end, I followed Dao willingly, gathered all our things, and prepared to leave, “I’m sorry.”

    “Why apologize? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

    “You almost got hurt.”

    “I can defend myself.”

    “Really? Did she do anything else?”

    “Well…I was pushed.”

    “Did it hurt?”

    “A little, but it’s fine now.”

    “That’s it, you’re really good.” I said, smiling at the corner of my mouth, looking into those round eyes I adored, reaching out to hold his slender hand and gently kissing the back of it, “This won’t happen again, I promise.”

    “Okay.”

    I kept thinking about what happened earlier in the evening. Even if Dao said I wasn’t at fault, it was my mistake. It made me think back to when North got into trouble because of Jo’s ex-girlfriend. Why, why didn’t I meet you before? If I had met you first, I wouldn’t have gotten involved with anyone else.

       I dropped my bag on the sofa in frustration. Regardless, the fact that Dao got hurt is true. If that woman had touched Dao even a bit, I would have ended up punching a woman for real this time.

       I heard a knock at the door. Even though I wasn’t in the mood to answer, the knocking didn’t stop, so I went to open the door and found the person who had just left a few minutes ago standing there, panting with drawing equipment, not saying a word, just walking in to place the items on the table.

       “Why did you come back to stay with me?”

    “I thought it might cheer you up.”

    “Sigh, you’re so cute, just a little bit, please, I’m going crazy over here.” I walked over to hug the smaller person from behind, “Were you scared today?”

    “Not at all.”

    “Why not?”

    “I get into trouble quite often too.”

    “Really?” I asked, almost not believing what I heard.

    “Yeah, there are plenty of people who don’t like me.” He said in his usual calm voice, gently squeezing my hand as if to comfort me.

    “…You’re too good to me.”

    “Hmm.”

    “I love you.”

    “Hmm.”

    “I love you so much that my heart feels like it’s going to explode.” I said, following the myriad of feelings that were overwhelming me, resting my head on his slender shoulder which was small but strong inside, unlike what it seemed. I felt incredibly lucky to have fallen in love with this person.

    The person in my embrace responded before gently stroking my head, and I let him do so without protest. We stayed like that, hugging until we were content, then he slowly released from the hug.

       “Sleep with me tonight.”

    “No.”

    “Why?”

    “I’m going back at nine. Just staying here for now.”

    “Sigh, I understand, I’ll take a shower first, I’m hot, have you showered?”

    “Already did.”

    “So quick, oh, you came to see me, huh?”

    “…” He didn’t reply, just turned his face away, which gave me my answer. Unable to resist, I stole a big kiss on his cheek before going into the shower in good spirits. After showering, I came out to sit on the chair beside him, just like we used to when we were in this room together.

    I leaned back, resting my chin in my hand while looking at him, focused on his work, then reached out to touch his cheek which had turned a soft pink.

    “You’re staring too much.”

    “I always stare like this.”

    “…”

    “Why? Are you embarrassed?”

    “Uh-huh.”

    I couldn’t help but smile broadly when I heard that.

       I walked Dao back to his room when it was 11 PM as he had instructed. I felt regretful that we couldn’t sleep together, but what could I do when Dao had said so. Plus, I felt guilty for messing around early in the morning.

       I knocked on Meen’s door, intending to have some beer with her. Even though being with Dao had calmed me down a bit, I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened this evening.    “What’s up?”

    “Let’s have some beer.”

    “What mood are you in? Come in.” She made way for me to enter her room, walked to get some beer cans, and put them on the coffee table in front of the sofa,

    “What’s going on with you?”

    “Let me get my thoughts together.” I sighed before opening a beer can and taking a sip, “Someone picked on Dao today.”

    “Huh? Who? Who dared to mess with my son?”

    “Your son?”

    “I’ve appointed myself as his mom after seeing how cute and adorable he is. Plus, he’s one of the people who helped me get out of jail, so I like him even more.”

    “Give it a rest, I; his husband is sitting right here.”

    “You give it a rest, what’s with the big brother act?”

    “Damn.” I cursed, taking another sip of beer, “But Dao got jealous of me.”

    “Jealous of you?”

    “Yeah.” and then I briefly told Meen what happened at the gym. She listened intently before getting angry upon hearing the whole story.

    “That cow, that bitch, how dare she curse out my child like that? My kid is so cute and kind.” She said angrily, accurately tossing the empty beer can into the trash, “So, you’re still not over it?”

    “I’m not happy with myself either.”

    “Why?”

    “I don’t know.” I shrugged, “Even if Dao says the past is the past and it’s not my fault, it’s because of what I did before. Dao had to face the consequences of my actions. Jo went through something similar, I saw how guilty he felt when his wife got into trouble. Back then, I thought Jo was overthinking it like crazy, but now,

    I’m no different from him.”

    “Did he say it wasn’t his fault?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Then why blame yourself?”

    “I don’t know, Meen, you know I never cared about anything, but with this person, I do care. Just one person, just this one person, I don’t want anything to happen to him.” I said, leaning back against the sofa with a flood of emotions in my chest, “But today, Dao nearly got hurt because of me. If that person who came to cause trouble had really intended to harm him, what if they had a knife or a gun? If I hadn’t arrived in time, what should I have done? I can’t lose Dao, do you understand?”

    “Arthit, you’re thinking too much.”

    “Yeah, I think, I think way too much.”

    “I’ve never seen you like this before.” Meen said, gently squeezing my shoulder, “You really love this person, I believe it now.”

    “…”

    “Have you told him how much you worry?”    I shook my head.

    “I don’t want to make Dao worry too, so I didn’t say much. Dao probably thinks

    I’ve stopped worrying.”

    “You should talk to him.”

    “…”

    “You’ve decided to make him your life partner, haven’t you? Do you understand what that means? A life partner is someone who will be by your side through everything.”

    “Hmm…sigh. If something happens to Dao, how could I forgive myself?”

    “Then don’t let anything happen to him.” Meen said with a serious expression, “You might seem like an asshole. No, you are an asshole, but you have someone important now, and I believe you can protect him.”

    “Can you not call me an asshole in that comforting tone?”

    “You asshole.” Meen cursed with a soft voice and a slight smile, so different from the words she used.

    “Sigh. If I could just know a bit of the future, that would be nice, I wouldn’t mess with anyone.”

    “Who knows the future anyway? Don’t say stupid things.” He sighed, opening a new can of beer and taking a drink, “Let me speak as someone who’s been picked on by your women about three or four times.”    “You’ve been?” I turned to ask in surprise.

    “Yeah, probably because they see us together a lot, they think we’re husband and wife.”

    “Ugh, I’m going to throw up for real.”

    “Fuck, what I mean to say is, even if you think you’ve made it clear with everyone that, yeah, our relationship is just physical, not everyone understands. Some people who like you a lot might secretly hope for something more serious, at least to have your body. Is it your fault then?”

    “…”

    “Some people act like they own you behind your back, like picking on me.”

    “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

    “Why would I tell you? Those people licked my feet.” Meen said, “You, Arthit, if you could get rid of your dog-like behavior, you’d be perfect in every way, looking back there’s only money and gold.”

    “But that’s my dad’s money.”

    “Who cares? They all want to get in the rice pot. Whether it’s your dad or you who’s rich, it’s the same when everything will eventually be yours. The car you drive is so luxurious, who wouldn’t want to ride in it?”

    “…”

    “You’re handsome, which you boast about all the time, so I won’t say more. Just being handsome is enough for people to like you, it’s your first impression, get it? Plus, you take good care of yourself. Who wouldn’t fall for that? You’re good at almost every sport, you’re kind-hearted, otherwise, you wouldn’t have so many friends. Do you understand that everyone who looks at you wants you?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Fuck, you admit it too.”

    “Well, it’s true, isn’t it? But why are you suddenly praising me like this?”    “Just praising, that’s all. The only flaw is your damn behavior, but honestly, many people like a rough character like yours. When lots of people come to you for love, all you give them is your body.”

    “I’ve never thought about loving anyone.”

    “That’s it, that’s why you have so many monkeys following you.”

    “…”

    “…”

    “Let’s say it’s not your fault that he was targeted. He’s not angry at you at all.

    Try talking to him again, and also…”

    “What?”

    “As a mother, I won’t let anyone mess with my child, so tell me who that person is, I’ll teach her a lesson! You’re a guy, it wouldn’t look good if you hit a woman, but if you give me her name, I’ll handle it myself. That bitch, I’m getting angry just talking about it, this mother is stepping in now.”

    “I think, no, I can’t do that.”

    “Oh, you!” Meen grabbed her head in frustration, “If anything happens to her, she might become even more relentless. She might be angry because she tried to flirt with me but failed, which made her embarrassed, so when she got confronted like that, it might have made her even angrier.”

    “…Damn.”

    “Tell me her name, let the monkey handle the monkey business.”

    “Ging.”

    “Are you sure?”

    “Yeah, I’m sure, I remember now.”

    “OK, I’ll look into it myself. That Ging will meet me, messing with my kid, you evil one.”

    After finishing our beer and venting with Meen, I found myself standing in front of room 702, deciding to knock gently. Not long after, the room’s owner opened the door.

    “Have you been drinking?”

    “Can you smell it?”

    “Hmm.”

    “Hmm, but I’m not drunk.”

    “…” The room owner led me to sit on the sofa and then went to fetch a glass of water for me. I looked at it before taking a sip to quench my thirst.

    “What’s wrong? Why were you drinking?”

    “I…I’m not at ease.”

    “About what happened at the gym?”

    “Uh.” I sighed, leaning back against the sofa, glancing at the small person whose face was full of concern. Seeing that made me smile, “I look bad, even though you’re the one who got into trouble, yet I’m the one who’s worried sick.”

    “…Thank you.”

    “For what?” I asked, not understanding.

    “For worrying about me more than I worry about myself.”

    “Oh…Have you ever regretted choosing me?”

    “No.” He shook his head, “If I was going to regret it, why would I have chosen you in the first place? I made the right decision.”

    “You’re so good, but even so, I don’t want to let you go to someone better. No way. Absolutely not, is that selfish of me?”

    “You’re drunk.” He said softly, moving to sit beside me.

    “I’m not drunk.”

    “Which drunk person would say they’re drunk?”

    “Even if I am drunk, I’d still think about you even if I drank water.”

    “…”

    I pulled him to sit on my lap, loosely holding his small waist, looking up at the person just an inch away.

    “I love you, you know.”

    “Uh-huh, I know.”

    “I love you so much, I can’t lose you. It might seem foolish to worry beforehand, but when I thought you might get hurt, I was so scared.” I rested my head on his small shoulder, feeling weary, “I can’t lose you. You and my dad are the only ones I won’t allow to be taken from me. Never again.” I spoke with the pain of losing my mother resurfacing.

    “I’m here now.” His sweet voice said soothingly, gently stroking my head again.

    “Sigh, why am I so weak like this?”

    “You’re not weak, everyone has their vulnerabilities.”

    “Maybe so.” I said, “It’s my fault, I’m sorry, don’t be mad at me.”

    “You don’t need to apologize. It’s not your fault at all.” the person in my arms said slowly, “I’m not that fragile. See, I’m fine, there’s no need to worry anymore.

    I’m actually very strong, you know.”

    “…You have to come comfort me.” I said, feeling weary of myself. Hearing those comforting words along with the warm touch made me feel somewhat better.    “That’s good. You didn’t say anything when you were in my room. I didn’t know you were still upset about this.”

    “Hmm, nothing will happen to you again, I’ll protect you myself. With you, I’ll do anything, so don’t go anywhere, okay?”

    “…”

    “Stay with me.” I said with a soft voice, my eyes pleading. The person in my embrace took my hand, placed it on his cheek, and looked at me with a warm, slight smile.

    “Okay. I won’t go anywhere, I promise.”

     

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  • WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 38: Your Touch

    WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 38: Your Touch

       WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 38: Your Touch

       Arthit

       “Do it again, please, one round isn’t enough to stop being upset.”

    “…” His sweet face pouted before he leaned up to kiss my cheek again, causing me to break into a wide, uncontrollable smile. That gentle touch of his lips made my heart warm, before I used both hands to pull him into an embrace and lift him up. Dao let out a surprised, high-pitched sound, “Le…let go.” I looked up at the person I was holding in my arms.

    “I meant another kiss.”

    “One inch, you take a mile.”

    “Of course, you kissed my cheek, what did you expect my reaction to be?” I said confidently, looking at his embarrassed frown.

    If you call me greedy, then yes, I’m extremely greedy, especially with this person.    “I can’t handle it.” He said softly before burying his face into my shoulder. The faint, familiar scent and the warmth from his body made my heart melt entirely. I tightened my arms around him, tilting my face to rest on his, savoring that warmth for as long as I was satisfied before releasing him.

    “I understand.”

    “Uh.”

    Damn, can a person be this happy?

       I gently placed the smaller person back on the sofa. Initially, I intended to sleep here too, but seeing him this cute, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to control myself, so I decided to go back to my room to calm down.

    I said goodbye to him, feeling quite regretful, picked up the gown I had tossed aside, draped it over my shoulder, and walked back to my room. I took a warm bath, feeling happy and humming a song, completely forgetting who Kim was. From being extremely annoyed at first, I had now calmed down as if nothing had happened.

    Leaning back against the bathtub, relaxing, I couldn’t help but smile thinking about what had just happened. I used to criticize my friends, but now it all applies to me, damn it, I’m so smitten I can’t even see my own shadow.

    While I was relaxing, I heard a LINE call notification. It was Direk’s video calling me, right when I was in the bath.

    “What’s up?”

    (Are you bathing?)

       “Yes, was it by chance or did you time it? Want to see me naked but didn’t say?”    (…) Direk was speechless, looking utterly exhausted before he took off his tie, looking like he was just getting off work.

    “Why are you taking off your tie, damn? Don’t, Direk. We can’t have phone sex, it’s against morals.”

    (I’m just taking off my tie!) Direk exclaimed in exasperation, which made me burst out laughing, (I came home tired from work, wanted to talk to my son for a bit, why do I have to deal with this, sigh).

       “Ha ha, how was work?”

    (It was good. How was your study?)

       “Ugh, damn exhausting.” I said, feeling annoyed, “But now I have someone to cheer me up, heh, Direk doesn’t have that like I do.” I raised my eyebrows at the phone screen, feeling superior, while he looked at me with confusion.

    (NongDao, right?)

       “Right, oh, Direk, I wanted to tell you about this but never got around to it.”

    (What’s wrong? Go ahead. I was wondering why you looked so happy, who smiles in the bath like that, you can’t stop smiling, huh.)

       “Well, it’s like this.” and I told Direk everything about Dao, everything that happened. Direk sat down at his desk in his bedroom and propped up his phone, resting his chin on his hand while listening to my story, “How’s that? This kind of progress, not just anyone can do it like Arthit, right? It’s so cool.”

    (Will you become his boyfriend after you win the competition?)

       “Uh-huh.”

    (That’s good. You’ll have extra motivation for the competition.)    “Definitely.” I shrugged, “I’m not thinking about Direk’s billions, just about having a boyfriend. Billions are just crap, forget it.”

    (Then I won’t share the ten percent with you.)

       “Share it.” I responded immediately, “How can you not share? I’m the one who did all the work, can’t I get twenty percent?”

    (You always ask me for money, and now you’re still negotiating?) Direk said with irritation. I hoisted myself out of the bathtub, careful not to get my phone wet, wrapped a towel around my lower half, and walked out. (Dry yourself before coming out, you’ll get the floor all wet.)

       “It’ll dry soon.”

    (Sigh, have you hired someone to clean your room yet? The condo offers that service, doesn’t it?)

       “No, I’m lazy.”

    (Just turn the camera around.)

       “What, always wanting to see other people’s stuff?”

    (I mean, turn the camera so I can see around your room, I don’t want to see your stuff, why would I want to see it, I’ve seen it since you were a kid) Direk sighed, (Who did you get so vain from when you were young, I wasn’t this vain.)

       “Oh.” and I turned the camera for Direk to see.

    (Well, your room isn’t that messy.)

       “Just cleaned it. That day, I let the short guy sleep over, and he tripped over a pile of books, spraining his ankle. So, I tidied up a bit.”

    (…Shit, how can someone like you think like that? Love is getting too scary) Direk said, stunned. I turned the camera back to my face. I placed the camera on the side table and continued drying myself. (Can you cover up a bit? Damn, I feel like gouging my eyes out.)

       “Why, you said you’ve seen it since I was a kid. Now, little Arthit has grown up, say hello to grandpa quickly.” I teased Direk. The person on the phone held his forehead.

    (Hey! My migraines are getting worse, you bastard, put some pants on!!)

       “I’ve got pants on.”

    (Yeah, you probably don’t act like this around him, right?)

       “More or less, but I don’t do this often, he’s too cute.”

    (Yeah, you’re whipped, I’m still surprised he agreed to be with someone like you.)

       I put my pants on and walked over to grab my phone, then sat on the sofa.    “I was just joking, Direk always takes things too seriously. When we were kids, you could still play around.”

    (And you’re not wearing a shirt?)

       “I didn’t wash the one I was going to sleep in.”

    (I hope you catch a cold. Oh, I forgot, crazy people don’t catch colds.)

       “Hey Direk, I can even wiggle my pecs now, want to see?”

    (I don’t want to see!) Direk said firmly, which secretly annoyed me. Not everyone can wiggle their pecs, you need to have strong enough muscles like I do,

    (But about what you said, you talked to his dad, is that true?)

       “It’s true.”

    (Damn, I thought you were joking. The first time we talked, you said you wanted his son as your wife, that’s not possible, damn it. Maybe it’s my fault for not teaching you to take things slowly. Who would have thought someone like you could fall in love!)

       “Why? If I want his son, I’ll say it straight. His dad seems to like me a lot, he’s a

    Manchester United fan too.”

    (Really? Damn, then he would fit right into our family.)

       “Right? So, Direk, get ready for the dowry to propose.”

    (I’m always ready. Anyone who can take my son, I’m ready. I can even give a billion.)

       “That’s how you should be, Direk. Then, let’s wait for him to agree to be my boyfriend, and we’ll bring the dowry to his doorstep.”

    (That would be too hasty. Let’s do this: if he agrees to be your boyfriend, take me to have dinner with his family. Oh, I’ve met countless people, but never my son’s boyfriend’s family. Just saying it makes me excited, what should I prepare?)

       “I don’t know either.”

    (I better order a new suit, it should be ready just in time.)

       “You need to wear a suit for this?” I said, laughing at Direk’s exaggerated gestures.

    (Just in case he’s not okay with you, at least he’ll be okay with your dad.)

       “Hey, Direk.”

    (What?)

       “I forgot to mention something. Do you think I’m hot-headed?”

    (Oh, you shouldn’t ask that. I’ve been cleaning up after you for so long.)    “If I say that just holding Dao’s hand calms me down like nothing happened, would you believe it?”

    (Hmph. I don’t believe it.)

       “But it’s true, like, oh shit, it’s already happened. There was this customer who liked him, what does Direk think?”

    (With someone as possessive as you, you probably beat that person up, huh?)

       “He’s still safe and sound.”

    (Really?) Direk raised his eyebrows in disbelief, (Come on, Arthit, I’ve raised you since you were as small as a seashell and now you’re as big as a foot, I’ve never seen you control yourself once, not even three guards could hold you back. I don’t know where you got that strength from.)

       “I am not a seashell.”

    (If you’ve calmed down because of him, it’s a good thing for me, so I can finally stop worrying. I was even concerned about how you’d react if someone messed with him, so it’s good news.)

       “Hold on, Direk, someone’s at the door.” I said after hearing a knock, got up to open it, and found the guy standing there with my car keys in hand. We chatted briefly before he went back to his room. I returned to talking with Direk as before, we talked for a while before hanging up.

    After hanging up from Direk, I lay on the bed playing with my phone and reading some sheets. Nearly an hour passed, and I realized I couldn’t concentrate at all; my mind was full of that cute face, the way he blushed, smiled, his sweet voice when talking or laughing.

       You’re haunting me too much!

       Damn, I really want to hug him!

       I let out a small sigh and went to grab a can of beer from the fridge to drink. Going to his room at this hour probably wouldn’t be good. Controlling myself is the hardest thing for me, especially when I’m with him.

       I didn’t feel like reading books or playing games, so what should I do?

       I picked up my guitar and sat on the floor, playing to kill time. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head, and I quickly grabbed a notebook and pen to write it down.    I’m not sure how long I spent writing the song, but when I realized, the once blank paper was now full of scribbles, lyrics, and some chord progressions. I picked it up and looked at it in surprise.

       I couldn’t help but smile broadly; shit, how did I compose this song? I didn’t even intend to, but it just came to me, and it’s a love song too, damn, it’s so sweet, I think.

       No, I have to show this off, and who else would I show it to but the person I wrote this song for!

       I rushed out to knock on the door of the next room without checking the time, which was well past midnight. The short guy came out to open the door, looking confused when he saw me with a guitar, and he wasn’t even wearing a shirt.    “You have to take a look at this!” I spoke English without realizing it because my head was full of English lyrics for songwriting over the last few hours. This made him look even more confused before he let me into the room. I sat down on the floor, and he sat down too, his round eyes watching me intently as if waiting to see what I would do next. I thought it was incredibly cute, and it made my heart itch with excitement.

    I started strumming the guitar and played the song I had written without any explanation until it was finished. It wasn’t perfect yet since it was only the first draft, there was still a lot to do, but I wanted to show off.

    “…Did you write this yourself?”

    “Yeah, I just came up with it a while ago.”

    “Wow, that’s impressive. The song is really good.”

    “Really? You’re not just saying that, right?”    He shook his head, giving a slight smile.

    “Why would I flatter? The song is genuinely nice.”    “But it’s not complete yet.” I said proudly.

    “Can I take a look?”

    “Sure.”

    He took my notebook to look at it.

    “At first, I was just playing guitar to kill time, but when I started thinking about you, suddenly, the song just came to me.”

    “…So this song is…”

    “Written for you.”

    “Oh, thank you, I’m so happy.” He said with a sweet smile, his eyes clearly showing his joy, which made me pause for a moment. I wanted to grab him and kiss him right there but held back, “You’ve taken one step towards your dream.”    “Exactly. No need to wait until I finish my studies. If I take my time, I will do it bit by bit in my free time.” I said, suddenly thinking, “Then I deserve a kiss on the cheek as a reward!”

    “That doesn’t make sense.” He said softly, “What do we do next then?”    “We have to…what’s it called, arrange it? Just guitar isn’t enough. I’ll record it first, then go to the studio later. Can you play the keyboard? Help me out with that?”

    “Are you going to sing it yourself?”

    “I don’t know.”

    “I think your voice is pretty good.”

    “Oh, if you’re going to compliment me like that, then kiss my cheek.”

    “It’s not related at all.”

    “Forget about the singing for now, I’ll sing roughly first, let’s get through the beat.” I said excitedly before realizing something, “Then I’ll go to the studio instead, I won’t be able to sleep like this anyway, do you want to come?”    He shook his head slightly.

    “I have to study; there’s a quiz tomorrow.”

    “Oh, okay, then. If it weren’t for the quiz, I would drag you along.” I told him, and he nodded slightly. I quickly stood up, and he followed suit, “Then I’ll go.”

    “Yeah, drive safely.”

    I leaned in to steal a kiss on his cheek, which slightly surprised him, before I rushed out of the room without giving him a chance to say anything. I changed my clothes and headed straight to the recording studio. It was a studio Direk had set up in case I ever wanted to make music again, a medium-sized room in Direk’s house. I hardly ever used it, leaving all the equipment dormant, but Direk probably had someone clean and maintain it regularly.

    Whose dad is so thoughtful? He always anticipates things in advance.

    I called Direk beforehand so he could come down to open the house for me. Direk, in a white T-shirt and long pants, with a sleepy demeanor, indicated he was comfortably asleep. Normally, the butler would open the door, but since everyone was asleep now, it fell to Direk. Actually, he could have had the butler open it for me, but in the end, he came down to do it himself.

    “Why are you coming here so late? Don’t show me anything else, I almost can’t sleep, you bastard.”

    “See, you didn’t say you were hooked.”

    “It’s more like I’m stuck.”

    “Direk, you will be stunned, I want you to see this.” I said excitedly again, quickly handing him the notebook. Direk took it, looking confused, rubbing his eyes gently and scanning the notebook in his hand.

    “What is this?”

    “It’s a song. I’m back to making music.”

    “How could that be? Just a few hours ago, you were showing me something weird. Don’t tell me that was your inspiration. No way, I don’t want to see that every time you write a song.”

    “Why are you so hung up on that? I had nothing to do. I didn’t want to read or play games, so I just picked up the guitar and started playing. Then, out of nowhere, I got an idea and wrote a song. Even if it’s not perfect, it’s a start, right?

    That’s why I came to the studio.”

    “Wow, the moment you write a song, you rush to the studio, you really go from thought to action, huh? My abandoned studio will finally get some use.” Direk said, handing back the notebook. “The lyrics are pretty good, does the person you wrote the song for know yet?”

    “He knows, he was the first to know.”

    “And what did he say?”

    “He said he was happy and thanked me.”

    “I bet he likes you even more now.”    “Really?” I asked, feeling pleased.

    “Who wouldn’t like someone writing a song for them? You’ve done something special.” Direk complimented before giving my shoulder a light pat. He walked into the house with me following, unlocking the studio door, “Ah. I had someone check the equipment about a month ago, there shouldn’t be any problems. Give it a try.”

    “Hmm. At first, I didn’t understand why you needed to build a music studio, but now it’s perfect.”

    “I just did it. I told you your music is good, just in case one day you wanted to come back to it. Besides, I have plenty of money, so using some to make this room for you isn’t much better than having an empty space. The house is pretty big too.”    “Wow, you found a way to praise yourself.” I teased.

    “Do you have any ward rounds tomorrow?”

    “I do, but it’s early.”

    “Don’t get so absorbed that you forget the time. Whenever you start doing what you love, you get lost in it and won’t move. Set an alarm, it would be good.”

    “You know me too well.”

    “I’ve been with you the longest in your life.” Direk said, yawning, “Want to start now? I’ll go make something to eat.”

    “Damn, come on, is the chairman going to cook for me?”

    “Such grand talk, I’ll make sandwiches then, I’ll be right back.”

    “Alright.” I replied cheerfully before walking into my studio, sitting in front of the dual-screen computer set up by Ter, looking at all the equipment lined up before starting to turn everything on, recalling how to make music and slowly getting to work.

    Daotok

       I received a message from Uncle Direk with a picture of Phii Arthit focusing on making music in the studio, and I couldn’t help but smile. About half an hour ago, he showed up unannounced and started playing guitar for me.

    It was a melody I hadn’t heard before, and I was sure I’d never listened to it. Before he revealed that it was a song he composed himself, and for me. I was stunned for a moment upon hearing that, then happiness filled my heart completely. I was indescribably happy that he wrote a song for me.

    I looked at the song he had sketched in the notebook and found it to be a really good love song. The catchy tune along with his singing voice easily swept me away. If it weren’t for the quiz tomorrow, I would have followed him to the studio because I wanted to see the process of making music.

    I exchanged LINE contacts with Uncle Direk when we talked via email. Uncle Direk said not to tell Phii Arthit that we were talking, and we didn’t talk much anyway, so I forgot about it. It was only when Uncle sent the picture that I remembered.

    His deep voice was still ringing in my ears. Even though he said the song wasn’t complete yet, I thought it was already very good.

    I was so happy I couldn’t express my feelings; I never thought anyone would write a song for me like this. Moreover, I was happy because he had once said it was his dream, and now he had taken another step towards that dream, which made me feel joyful for him.

    I stared at his picture for a while before setting my phone down. In the photo, he looked so focused and lively, he seemed excited and happy with what he was doing, even though it was just a few still images, but I found the person in the photo very captivating.

    I never thought I could like someone this much before.

    Just seeing his picture made me happy.

    Although I couldn’t shake his image from my mind, I still tried to force myself to study, eventually falling asleep from exhaustion. The next time I became aware, I found myself lying on the bed in the darkness, making it hard to see.    I could see the silhouette of someone above me, then felt a sharp pain in my chest. I felt heat and wetness, a familiar hand gently caressing my stomach before moving up to touch my nipple.

    “Uh.” I inadvertently let out a sound from my throat as my chest was touched, feeling a strange sensation since I’d never experienced this before, which then turned into a tingling pleasure making me arch my chest towards it, “Uh, stop.”

    “Do you really want me to stop?” He asked softly with a hoarse, seductive voice. Hearing that made my heart race immediately. Although I wanted to push him away, I had no strength because of the intense heat from his touch. He moved to lick my nipple, licking and sucking hard until I felt a shiver all over, the sensation spreading across my chest and stomach.

    The other hand was touching me back and forth, and it felt embarrassingly good. My breathing started to quicken slightly, and I mustered all my strength to push him away. He didn’t budge but willingly moved back. I pulled my shirt down and stood up to look at him.

    “Bad manners!” I said, grabbing a pillow to hit him hard. He didn’t even try to dodge or defend himself. He was sitting on his knees, hands on his thighs, arms spread out, head bowed for me to hit him with the pillow. After I was satisfied with hitting him, I stopped, panting, “Apologize now.”

    “Sorry, I was out of my mind! I knew I might not be able to control myself, but in the end, I still wanted to sleep and cuddle with you.”

    “Still…”

    “I couldn’t help myself. Next time, don’t sleep with your shirt riding up, you know how crazy I can be.”

    “Don’t blame me, get out.”

    “No, let me sleep and cuddle, please.”

    “You’re still asking?”

    “I’ll make it up to you.”

    “Are you crazy?” I said, frowning in displeasure, my heart still pounding, the sensation of his touch lingering, making my face flush uncontrollably, “I didn’t give you the room key card for this.”

    “Don’t take it back.” He pleaded, furrowing his brows, “Hit me then, hit me with that soft pillow!”

    “If I hit you with a chair, don’t scream.” I threatened. He looked down, like a big dog being scolded by its owner.

    “Hit me if it’ll make you less angry.” He said with a serious tone and look that softened my heart.

    “Don’t do it again.”

    “No! Because you smell so good!”

    “…”

    “Ouch!” He cried out when I pulled his ear hard, tilting his head with the force.

    “Don’t do it again.”

    “No, ouch.”

    “Don’t do it again…until we’re officially dating, okay?”

    “…”

    “I’m trying to make myself ready, you know.”

    “Does that include boyfriend-only privileges?”

    “…Yeah, that’s right, so don’t do this again.” I said, gritting my teeth, not really wanting to say it. I understand what kind of person he is, even though I’ve never been interested in sex before, but I’ve been trying to prepare myself. So, don’t rush things.

    “I understand, why are you so cute like this?”

    “Good that you understand.” I sighed before letting go of his ear, which was slightly red on the right side. Since he had so many piercings, I had to be extra careful when pulling him. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was past five in the morning, “Just got here?”

    “Yeah, I just finished the song. Well, not really finished, but I was too sleepy, so

    I came back to sleep first, and I really felt like hugging, so I came here.”    And then decided to molest me while I was sleeping, huh?

       I wanted to be angry but couldn’t really be, sigh, damn…

       It’s not that I hate it or don’t like it. It’s just not the right time. If I hadn’t prepared myself, my heart might have given out.

       “If the song is ready, I’ll let you listen to it first because it’s a song I wrote for you.”

    “Hmm, I’ll wait to hear it.”

    I said with a smile, and he just stared at me with those beautiful eyes. I was puzzled by what he was looking at.

    “But you’re really sweet, you know? Can’t I do it one more time?”

    “No!”

    I sent him to sleep on the sofa, and from now on, if he’s going to stay in my room, he’s not allowed on the bed at all; that’s our agreement. At first, he was pretty upset about it, but no matter what, I didn’t budge, and he had to give in. In the morning, half-asleep, I felt light kisses on my forehead and cheek with words like, “I didn’t get on the bed.” before hearing the door open and close.

    I woke up around eight-thirty to find only myself and Mr. Jeon in the room. When I went to take a shower, I encountered Phii Cream who suddenly appeared from behind the wall.

    “Wow, what did you guys do last night? The ghosts are all embarrassed.”

       “…”

    “Those two come to gossip, huh. Wow, it’s really something. Last night, when he came to use the bathroom, I peeked. He’s really handsome, the guy next door, but I didn’t watch while he was doing his business, or you would be jealous. I made myself disappear when he came in. Sigh, he’s handsome no matter how many times I look, even when he’s all sleepy and dazed. And his physique is great, tanned skin, muscles, and tattoos too.”

       “…”

    “Wow, I’m so jealous of you that someone cool like this is chasing after him. And it looks like he’s even more in love with you than anything.”

       “…”

    I didn’t turn to look at Phii Cream. At first, I didn’t think much of her words, but my face turned red anyway.

    “Your face is red too, are you embarrassed?”

       “…” I didn’t respond, quickly walking out of the bathroom. Only now did I feel uncomfortable with having a ghost in the room. I got dressed in my student uniform before standing in front of the bathroom door, “Phii Cream.”

    “What?”

       “No more peeking, no more listening, nothing. Tell the other two as well.

    Otherwise, I’ll bring Grandma to chase all of you out for real.”

    “…Oh, I understand. You don’t have to look so serious, it’s more cute than scary. Plus, your cheeks are red.”

       “…”

     

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  • WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 37: One More Time

    WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 37: One More Time

       WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 37: One More Time   

    Daotok

       (THE NIGHT BEFORE)

       I tossed and turned on the bed for almost half an hour because I couldn’t fall asleep. I spent a long time soaking in warm water, hoping it would help me relax a bit. Phii Cream, who was in the bathroom, tried to chat with me as usual. She said she heard some noise near the door when I came back, but she couldn’t go out to see what it was.

    It was good that she didn’t see it; the more she asked, the more I thought about what happened, involuntarily biting my lip every time I remembered it.

    When I say it was bad, I mean it. From now on, it’s definitely going to be worse.

    My heart, which was already starting to flutter repeatedly, now felt even more so.    Because I’m someone who is generally indifferent to everything, my face and personality have become like that too. People say it’s quite rare for me to smile, but I think it’s even rarer for me to get embarrassed enough to lose composure.

    And it’s happened because of him, over and over.

    It seems like he enjoys it when it’s like this, looking happy every time he can make me blush. No matter how much I try to hide my expressions, I can’t stop my cheeks and ears from turning red.

    I intended to punish him for the kiss by not talking to him, for as long as I’m not satisfied. The first reason is to punish him, the second is because I probably can’t face him or talk to him yet.

    I didn’t know I was this easily embarrassed. No, it’s only with him. Is this what they call easily embarrassed? Lately, it’s become like this uncontrollably.    If my friends found out, they would tease me a lot, especially North who’s ready to mock me almost every second.

    After taking a shower, I glanced at the bag of things we bought today, opened it to put everything away, including clothes, shoes, and hats. Seeing these items made me inadvertently smile; this guy just does what he wants, even when it comes to buying stuff for me.

    After finishing all my tasks, I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. At that moment, I thought I would easily fall asleep, but it didn’t happen. I curled up in the blanket even though the room wasn’t that cold.

    I felt like the bed was too big…

    This is what’s scary. In just a few days of sleeping with him, I’ve become accustomed to his touch.

    I closed my eyes trying not to think about it, and it took almost half an hour before I decided to get up and use my phone to kill time.

    I found that my senior, who had just left a few hours ago, had sent a flurry of messages. I smiled again. I saw all the notifications but didn’t actually read the messages.

    ☀︎: Have you showered yet?

       ☀︎: What are you doing? Working?

       ☀︎: Why aren’t you reading, is your internet down or something?

       ☀︎: I’m playing a game.

       ☀︎: I’m done playing, but you still haven’t read.

       ☀︎: Are you working or sleeping?

       ☀︎: What time is your class tomorrow? But I have rounds at work in the morning, so I can’t take you.

       ☀︎: Spend a little time to reply, it’s not a big deal.

       ☀︎: Are you mad about the kiss?

       ☀︎: Don’t be mad. I’ve been trying to hold back, you know.

       ☀︎: What’s this? Embarrassed? You’re definitely embarrassed.

       ☀︎: K, I saw you were embarrassed, so I won’t call yet. I’ll give you until tomorrow to be embarrassed!

       ☀︎: I’ll play one more game then sleep, you should sleep too.

       * : Goodnight

       Someone who can ask and answer themselves completely.

    Uh…good night to you too.

    I put my phone back in its place and lay down to sleep again. This time, it only took me a few minutes to fall asleep. Waking up in the morning, I went to class as usual. There were plenty of messages from the same chat, not any different from yesterday; reading through them, I could summarize that he had a morning ward round and was complaining about not getting enough sleep. Plus, he didn’t want to do the ward round. The rest of the messages were just complaints.

    During the lunch break, KhunKim sent a message saying he was around here. If it’s convenient, could we meet? I remembered that Phii Arthit told me to finish KhunKim’s work quickly, so I arranged to meet him to discuss the work right away.

    And if I met KhunKim without telling him, I would definitely get scolded. So, I sent him a message first. He told me to go to a certain coffee shop, and I went, not really understanding why. When I saw Phii Meen working there as a server, I understood immediately.

    Because there were no other customers in the shop except me. So, I got to talk with Phii Meen for a while before KhunKim arrived. Phii Meen said she wanted to keep busy so she wouldn’t have time to think about Phii Donat.

    Phii Arthit was watching KhunKim a bit. I guessed Phii Arthit had Phii Meen keep an eye on him, but I didn’t mind. Today, KhunKim seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood. We ordered coffee and started discussing work.    Initially, it shouldn’t have taken that long, but KhunKim insisted on seeing the current drafts so we could work on improving them to meet his requirements. The work he ordered was three illustrations for his horror novel, including the cover.    He explained the story to me and briefed me on the images. I always carry pencils and paper with me, so I could sketch for him. As we talked about the work and I drew, KhunKim began to chat about various things unrelated to work.    He told me about his travels with enthusiasm and even invited me to go with him, before circling back to ask about me.

    “Really, since the first time I met you. I think you’re very talented.” He said with conviction while I was bent over sketching, “You have a lot of charm, do you realize that?”

    “Uh…no.”

    “Sometimes you should smile more, you know. I’ve never seen you smile.”

    “…”

    “You’re not good at talking either, huh? Maybe that’s another charm of yours.

    Do a lot of people hit on you?”

    “No, KhunKim, can you help me check this background over here?” I answered before asking about work and handing him a piece of paper. He took it, looked at it for a while, then handed it back.

    “I think changing it to a scene in front of a large door might be better, you know, for the scene I described.”

    “…” I didn’t respond, just picked up another sheet of paper and started sketching.

    “If you have some time, would you like to go look for inspiration together?”

    “I don’t have much time; I’m also studying.”

    “Oh, I see. How about on weekends then? There are some interesting places not far from here, you know? Come with me. Having someone like you, Yu-Seong, with me would make me feel much better.”

    “I’ll have to decline, sorry.”

    “Why? Or are you afraid Tae-Yang will get upset? You’re not even dating, right? Besides, you didn’t seem too happy at the restaurant either.”

    “…”

    “Uh, sorry for being so blunt, but watching him bother you, I feel…quite uncomfortable for you. Why don’t you just reject him outright?”

    “I’m not uncomfortable.”

    “If there’s anything I can help with, just let me know, or is he forcing you?” KhunKim furrowed his brows, looking concerned. I looked up at him, puzzled about what he wanted, pulling my hand back when he tried to touch it lightly. He seemed a bit taken aback when I pulled my hand away, giving me a slight smile. “Because I travel a lot for work, I’ve met many people, but I’ve never met anyone as interesting as you. You caught my attention from the very first time we met.”

    “…”

    “At first, I didn’t realize how long I’ve liked you. Maybe it was from the very first time we met, but after seeing you with him yesterday, I’ve thought about it.” KhunKim spoke earnestly, “Would you give me a chance? I’m sure I can take better care of you than he can.”

    “No.” I replied immediately with my usual calm tone, “I’m sorry, KhunKim, but you shouldn’t think like that. I’m worried it might affect our work.”

    “Why, Yuseong?” the other person’s voice got slightly louder. I let out a small sigh of boredom, “Because of him?”

    “Yes.”

    “But I won’t give up.”

    “Give up.” I said with a calm but firm tone, my face devoid of any emotion, which made KhunKim look disappointed, “I’ve never seen you in that way and I never will, so let’s just work together as we used to.”

    The other party was stunned for a moment before frowning and pursing his lips tightly.

    “I really don’t understand why you would choose a man who seems so indecisive and insincere. Plus, he looks rough and vulgar.”

    “Does this have anything to do with our work? Also, you’re speaking badly of him. I’d like you to apologize.” I said with a firm tone. He paused, his face paled before he sincerely apologized.

    “I’m sorry. I was wrong. I won’t think like that again.” He sighed again, “Even if

    I try to buy your affection, it would be pointless, right?”

    “Yes.”

    “Do you like him that much, Yuseong?”

    “Yes.”

    KhunKim let out a small laugh. I looked up at him, not understanding.

    “I guess I realized it too late, even though I thought I met you before him.”    “No, even if you had realized it sooner, my answer would be the same.” I said in a flat voice, “It has to be him.”

    “I’m so jealous of him.” KhunKim smiled, “We can still work together as before, right?”

    “Yes.”

    “You don’t feel uncomfortable around him, do you?”

    “Definitely not.”

    “Then it must be me thinking too much, I’m sorry, please don’t think badly of me. I was just worried about you.”

    “No need to apologize, let’s forget about it. Let’s go back to talking about work like before.” I said to cut the conversation short, bringing our discussion back to just the work. KhunKim nodded slightly before following what I suggested.

    (PRESENT)

       “Huh?”    “Yes?”

    I quickly glanced at him without realizing it, and he burst out laughing loudly.

    “Why do you look so shocked?”

    “Just surprised.” I said softly, then turned my face away again, “Why did you suddenly say ‘yes’?”

    “Hmm? I don’t know, why? Don’t you like it?”

    “No.” I shook my head, “Just not used to it.”

    “That’s right, I’m not used to it either. Come to think of it, I’ve never asked you if you wanted me to speak nicely to you.” He said, “But I thought you probably wouldn’t want me to force it.”

    “Force what?”

    “Speak more politely.”

    “No need.” I replied, “Just be yourself.”

    “I thought so.” He gently squeezed my shoulder, looking quite pleased, “But that

    ‘yes’ wasn’t so bad, you looked cute being all surprised by it.”

    “…” I stayed silent, not responding until we walked out in front of the store. After a while, Phii Meen followed us out.

    “Arthit, you forgot your car keys.”

    “Oh, thanks.” He answered, taking the keys. Phii Meen turned to give me a sweet smile when she saw that the person next to me had his arm around my shoulder,

    “And did you bring your motorcycle?” He asked me. I nodded slightly in response,

    “And you, are you dazed?”

    “I came by car.”

    “Could you take my motorcycle back for me?” He said, tossing the car keys to Phii Meen, who caught them in confusion.

    “Your big bike? You want me to drive it back?”

    “Yeah.”

    “And you?”

    “Going back with my wife, isn’t that right, you’re coming back with me.” He said.

    “Huh?” I looked at him immediately, equally confused. What does he mean by going back with me on Phatcharamon? “Why don’t you take your own motorcycle back?”

    “I want to ride on the back and hug your waist.”

    “No way, Pacharamon will get a flat tire.”

    “I’m not that heavy.” He said stubbornly, while Phii Meen stood there holding back laughter. I looked back and forth between the two of them and let out a big sigh, “Where’s your motorcycle? I’ve never even seen it.”

    “That one.” I pointed to the Pacharmon parked in front of the shop.

    “Huh, you ride a Scoopy, nong? You really want to ride with him?” Phii Meen asked while laughing, “And you, Arthit, are like a buffalo. It won’t work.”    “It will work, okay, I’m ready to ride on the back, I’m excited. I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle like this before.” He said with a broad smile. I looked at the tall man in the gown, not feeling too comfortable. I couldn’t understand why he would want to ride on my motorcycle, especially since he initially said he would come to pick me up, and now I have to take him back somehow.

    “I feel sorry for your motorcycle, Phii. Go back and ride your cool big bike, I beg you.”

    “I’m just caring for a friend, worried that she’ll have to struggle to take the bus back. Please keep my big bike parked where it was.”

    “Screw you, caring about me? That’s a clear excuse. And how would I know where ‘where it was’ is?”

    “The very end, don’t scratch my bike anywhere.”

    “Ugh, are you serious?” Phii Meen furrowed her brows, looking disgusted, “I feel sorry for Nong Dao, why do you have to deal with a crazy person like him ? he said you’d come to pick you up.”

    “Come on, can we go back now?”

    “Will you drive? I’m afraid the bike will fall.”

    “No, I want to ride on the back.” He insisted firmly. I let out a resigned sigh, got on the Pacharamon, put the kickstand up, and turned the key to start the engine.

    After a while, someone heavily got on the back, nearly causing the bike to fall; thankfully, he held it steady, “Take it easy, or the bike will fall.”

    “You’re heavy, Phii.” I said with annoyance, hoping only that Pacharamon’s tires wouldn’t go flat. I sighed again, feeling down, in contrast to the person behind me who seemed to be in a good mood for some reason.

    “Sorry, may I interrupt?” Phii Meen said. I turned to look at Phii Meen, who was covering her mouth, trying not to laugh, almost crying from laughter, “It’s just…you have to see the picture I’m seeing now, the brother is tiny but you, riding behind him, are like a bear or a buffalo. It’s really a pitiful sight, I can’t even watch.”

    “You really get on my nerves, don’t mind her, let’s go, hurry up.”

    “…You are heavy.”

    “Ugh, I’m annoyed. Your face isn’t cute at all. Nong Dao you face is so annoying, I don’t even know how to describe how much I hate it.”

    “Huh? Why? What do you mean by hating me?”

    “You dare to ask again? You look like shit right now, dude, driving with a buffalo on the back.” Said Phii Meen, “Oh, little me, I’m just so small, and now

    I’ve been pranked by that jerk Arthit again.”

    “Do you want me to elbow you in the face, you idiot? Coming to annoy my wife, look at me instead.”

    “You jerk.”

    “Here, take a photo for us.” He said, handing his phone to Phii Meen. She took it, held it up in front of us, and he made me look at the camera. I looked at it with an expression of annoyance, contrasting with his happy smile.

    “And put on the gown, you jerk. Oh, I want to gouge my own eyes out.” She sighed, handing the phone back, “I’m happy if my friend is happy.”

    “Yeah, right, stop being a pain and support me for once. But just now, I thought I heard you call something, the name of the motorcycle?”

    “Uh, Phatcharamon.”

    “Go, Phatcharmon! Hurry up, I want to get back to the room.”

    “Uh.” I slowly revved the engine to move the bike out. Honestly, I felt terrible. I had to tense my arms to keep the bike steady with such a heavy passenger. The sight of us must have looked as bad as Phii Meen described.

    “Be careful not to fall.” I heard him shout from behind, but I had no focus to pay attention. I was concentrating hard on keeping the bike upright. Even though we were moving, it was still swaying.

    I was startled when suddenly the person behind me tightly hugged my waist, resting his face on my shoulder.

    I sighed again, helplessly. Never in my life had I found riding a motorcycle this difficult.

       “Here.” He spoke, and because his face was so close, I heard him clearly, “What did you talk about with Kim?”

    “Work.”

    “Why did you talk for so long?”

    “He also talked about other things.”

    “What did he talk about?”

    “Can I answer later? I’m trying to focus on driving.”

    “Haha, okay, okay, sure. Keep your hands steady, will you? You’re swerving like a reckless kid.”

    “You are heavy.” I said with some annoyance, not only was he heavy, but he was complaining too, “Don’t hug my waist.”

    “No way, I came here to ride with you because I wanted to know how it feels to be the one riding on the back and hugging someone.” He said cheerfully, resting his face on me again, “You smell nice.”

    “Let’s just go.”

    “Don’t chase me away, do you know how much this is opening up my experiences? I’ve never ridden like this before.”

    “Sigh.”

    “Does it feel bad when I hug you?”

    “No.” I answered. I didn’t feel bad about him hugging me; I felt bad that he was riding on Pacharamon. If the tire burst, it would definitely be a big hassle, but there was no need to think about that now. Just this moment was troublesome enough.    “Hey, let me drive for fun.”

    “No way.”

    “You’re so stingy, I’ve let you drive my car before.”

    “…”

    “Just ride around, I’ll be your pillion!”

    “Sigh.”

    “Turn here.” He said, pointing in another direction, “There’s not much traffic, it’s a slight detour, but it’s like going for a ride.”

    “Sigh.” I reluctantly turned where he indicated. At first, it was just supposed to be a work meeting with KhunKim, but why did the return trip turn into this?    In the end, we made it back to the condo. I got off Pachar looking exhausted, only now realizing how cold it felt once he let go of the hug. All the way, I was focused on driving and didn’t have time to pay attention to anything else.

       Now, there’s still a faint pleasant scent of him lingering.

       “Why do you look so tired?”

    “…” I stayed silent, not responding, just walking into the condo with him following. Earlier, I checked both the front and back tires of Pacharamon, and found they weren’t flat, just the air was starting to get low.

    “Being the one riding on the back feels good.”

    “Why?”

    “You didn’t even notice, I was messing with you a lot.”

    “Sigh.”

    “And why didn’t you reply to my messages all day?” He asked while we were in the elevator. I stayed silent because just thinking about the kiss from yesterday made me feel confused. I glanced at him slightly and saw him smirking, pleased with himself. I immediately looked away, and silence filled the elevator.    Before we reached my room, I reached out my hand, indicating for him to give back the things he was holding, but he didn’t return them and even raised an eyebrow at me.

    “Stay with me.”

    “No.” I answered immediately.

    “I won’t do what I did yesterday.”

    “Still no.”

    “Why?”

    “No. I don’t want to stay.”

    He picked up my room key card and opened the door. I was pulled inside, confused, he closed the door, walked over to sit on the sofa, and pulled me down to sit. Before I could react, I was startled and let out a soft cry, realizing I was sitting on his lap on the sofa.

    He lifted both of my arms around his neck. I tried to resist and stand up, but he held my waist firmly. With our bodies so close, my heart started beating fast again.

    I turned my face away, but he grabbed my chin to make me look into his eyes.

    When our eyes met, those deep black eyes looking at me with such intensity, it felt like I was being drawn in again.

    “Mad about yesterday?” He tightened his embrace, pressing our bodies even closer, our faces closer because I was sitting on his lap, our eyes at the same level. He buried his face in my shoulder, moving up to my neck and ear, planting light kisses that made me tense up without realizing it. His hair tickled me a bit, but more than that, it was the touch and his warm breath that enveloped me.

    “No…not really.”

    “Then why won’t you let me stay?”

    “…” I pressed my lips together, still avoiding his gaze, feeling my face and ears growing hot uncontrollably…Oh, damn it. What’s wrong with me? Why am I blushing?

       “Hmm?” His deep voice spoke near my ear as if he was teasing on purpose. I tried to push him away, but it didn’t work.

    “You said you wouldn’t do it like yesterday.”

    “I’m not doing it at all, and what’s wrong with you that you have to hide your face?”

    “Then move back.”

    “Why?”

    “…” I frowned in dissatisfaction, he let out a soft, amused laugh.

    “Okay, let’s talk face to face first.”

    “Can’t we talk normally?”

    “And this isn’t normal?”

    “It…it’s like this.” I said with furrowed brows, trying to stand up again but failing, because sitting like this was quite embarrassing, it was too close.

    “Why?”

    “…” I didn’t respond but decided to lower my head, burying my face into his thick shoulder, sliding both hands to grip his gown tightly at the chest. I could feel my heart beating hard right now and hoped he wouldn’t hear it. He paused, looking surprised at my sudden action, “Uh, Phii.”

    “…”

    “Let me go for a moment.”

    “Are you teasing me or what?”

    “No, I’m just being cute.”

    “Alright, you look this cute, but I’m not letting you go anywhere, we’ll talk like this.”

    “…”

    I let out a hidden sigh when he said that. Burying my face like this wasn’t just because I wanted to try being cute, but if we didn’t make eye contact, it would be better for my heart. He tightened his hug as if pleased with me being like this.

    “Tell me what you talked about with Kim.”

    “At first, we talked about work.”

    “Hmm.”

    “And then…uh, he said he liked me.”

    “What?” He asked with a displeased tone that made me feel inexplicably uneasy, causing me to hold my breath without realizing it.

    “KhunKim said he’s probably liked me for a long time.” I explained further, “Since last year, but he didn’t realize it.”

    !!

    He lifted me off his lap and pushed me down onto the sofa, then flipped over to straddle me. I opened my eyes wide in shock at this sudden change. When he leaned his face down, I quickly raised my hand to block him.

    “Calm…calm down.” I said hoarsely, breathing heavily, “You said you wouldn’t do what you did yesterday, didn’t you?” Even though I was losing my composure, I still tried to negotiate with him.

    He bit my wrist lightly. Though it didn’t hurt, it gave me a strange sensation in my heart before his deep voice spoke.

    “And what did you say back?”

    “I already rejected him.” I answered softly but firmly.

    “Rejected how?”

    “I told him I already like you, and it has to be you.”

    My response made him smile broadly with satisfaction before he leaned down to kiss my cheek, then moved to nuzzle my neck, making me try to move away, but the sofa wasn’t wide enough for me to escape.

    “Did he see this mark?”

    “Huh?”

    “The mark that says you’re mine.”

    “Ugh.” I let out a small sound when I felt a sharp pain on my neck, reminding me of last night after the kiss when he left a red bruise.

    Last night, I couldn’t sleep well because I kept thinking about that kiss. In the morning, I was distracted and forgot to cover the red mark. Oh…damn, everyone must have seen it by now.

    “Just thinking about how he was staring at you in the coffee shop earlier made me so annoyed.”

    He bent down to kiss my collarbone, then trailed down slightly below my shirt collar, leaving another red bruise.

    I clenched my teeth against the pain, pushed him away with all my strength, and he let go willingly.

    He frowned, not looking too pleased, before leaning down to gently kiss my forehead.

    “Don’t make that face.”

    I pulled up my collar to cover the red mark, not even sure why I was doing it, then moved to sit on the edge of the sofa, knees up. He stood up and took off his gown, leaving just a plain white T-shirt underneath.

    “Give me your hand.”

    “Why?”

    “I’m not in a good mood.”

    “Uh.” I extended my hand to him. His thick hand gently held mine before lifting it to his lips for a kiss. My heart skipped a beat seeing that. He then placed my hand on his lap but didn’t let go.

    “And did he understand when you refused?”

    “Hmm. Seems like he did.”

    “It won’t affect your work, right?”

    “Hmm.”

    “Will he give up on you?”

    “Hmm.” I nodded because after refusing and talking for a while, I told KhunKim to give up since it was impossible, and he agreed, “There’s nothing more.”

    “Hah, I should’ve not let you go then.”

    “Impossible, it’s work.”

    “Yeah, I’m trying to understand.” He said, clearly annoyed, looking at our hands still clasped together. I couldn’t help but smile, “So, how was the work?”

    “Just drawing illustrations for a novel, as usual.”

    “Hah, just for that work, but he dragged it out so long.” He said with a grimace,

    “But it’s good that you’re not mad about yesterday.”

    “I…I’m not mad or anything.”

    “So, you were just embarrassed, right?”

    “Uh…yeah.”

    “You’re cute.” He said, pinching my cheek playfully, “So, when you said you didn’t want to be with me, it was just because you were embarrassed, right?”    “Ugh…I, I don’t know what to do.” I frowned slightly, speaking just as my heart was beating too fast, making me feel lost. Seeing that, he slowly moved closer and pulled me into a loose embrace.

    “You don’t need to do anything, I’ll handle it.”

    “…” Hearing that, I instinctively raised my hand to lightly hit his arm.

    “Oh, hitting me now?”

    “Irritating.”

    “Then hit me harder.”

    “Really hit you?”

    “Go ahead, how hard are you going to hit?”

    “I’ll hit you with a chair, wait here.” I said, pretending to get up, but he held me back.

    “How irritating am I that you want to hit me with a chair?” He laughed, and then we sat there chatting. No, it was more like he was telling me stories, which I was happy to listen to, unlike a few hours ago.

    When we were at the coffee shop, KhunKim was also telling me about himself, which is why our work conversation took so long. But of course, I barely listened to what KhunKim was saying, just heard the gist of it – something about what he did during the year we didn’t see each other.

    “And then…damn it, I don’t want to do rounds tomorrow, I’m exhausted as hell.”    “Uh-huh.”

    “What’s that? Not going to comfort me?”

    “Either way, you’ll have to do ward rounds.”

    “I know, but I want some encouragement.”

    “Want me to pat your head again?”

    “No, I want a kiss.”

    “Can’t do that.”

    “Oh, come on.” He immediately looked disappointed, getting up from the sofa, “I’ll go back to my room with a heavy heart, like this. After a tiring day of studying, I have to watch you with another guy. Plus, that guy likes you, he couldn’t take his eyes off you, when it should have been me there. This dog has to go lick its wounds now.”

    Hearing him talk with such a dejected expression, I couldn’t help but shake my head slightly.

    “Bend down a bit.”

    I straightened up, grabbed his shirt with both hands, and pulled him down, pressing my lips lightly on his cheek before slowly pulling back, my heart pounding as if it would burst.    He stared at me, stunned.

    “Are you no longer upset?”

    “Not yet! Do it again!”

    “…”

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  • WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 36: Impatient

    WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 36: Impatient

       WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 36: Impatient

       Arthit

       He paused for a moment as if about to say something but didn’t, just pushed my head gently and then let go, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, frowning and letting out a soft sigh. After that, we didn’t talk until we reached the stationery store.    He followed me quietly. I secretly observed him, puzzled. Normally, he would at least say something.

       “I’ll wait here, a lot to buy?”

    “Not a lot, it’ll be quick.”

    “Hm.”

    He sat down on a bench in front of the store. I went to the section with the items I wanted, picked them up and put them in the basket, paid, and then came out to find him waiting.

       “That was fast.” He looked up from his phone, took the bag from my hand, and we headed back to the car.

       The same car moved out of the stationery store’s parking lot and headed back to the condo quickly. He carried all the items we bought today to the elevator together, since he was holding some of my things, we had to put them in my room first.

       I opened my room door and as I was about to reach for the light switch, I told him…

       I was genuinely happy that he said he would try for us. At that moment, I was stunned, glad I didn’t die from the shock. That made me think if I should try to be more patient for him too, but then again, I’ve been trying to be patient all along. And I haven’t been very successful at it, so I guess I’ll have to make it a bit harder for him.

       He still doesn’t seem quite ready, but what can we do?

       He said next month, after my race, he would agree to be my boyfriend. I think that’s good because it gives the one waiting a goal. Even if I say I could wait a lifetime, like I mentioned before, with someone you love, you want to have a status, don’t you?

       I wish next month would come quickly. When will it be next month? I want to race already, I want to get the race over with.

       And I got his room keycard too.

       Damn.

       Who would be as important to him as I am? Who else would care for that short guy as much as I do?!

       “Do you have good news?”

    “Finally, you ask!” I said cheerfully when Hill finally asked, because today I was really happy, because of what happened yesterday, making me smile from ear to ear since morning, even though the short guy didn’t respond to my chats.

    “What’s the news?”

    “Do you really want to know? You’re my true friend.”

    “Then tell me already, if you want to talk about it that much, there’s no need to keep it to yourself.”

    “I was waiting for you to want to know.”

    “Okay, I want to know now, hurry up and tell.”

    “Alright.” and then I told Hill roughly about what happened yesterday, skipping the kissing part. This kind of thing, you have to brag about it, how could you keep it to yourself? It’s a pity Direk isn’t free yet. And right now, the only one in the ward with me is Hill.

    “Uh…hmm, congratulations.”

    “Hill, you…sigh, you’re proud of me, right? Very proud of me?” I raised my eyebrows at him, feeling good about myself. Hill looked up from his book to meet my gaze, “Even when eating, you’re still reading?”

    “I was reading while waiting for you, hurry up and eat, you’ve been playing with your phone.”

    “Yeah, yeah, so are you proud of me?”

    “Hm.” He nodded, “Why do you look so proud?”

    “I told you, you’re my best friend. Besides you, no one else says they’re proud of me.” I said seriously, feigning a serious expression, “If anyone does anything to you, tell me, I’ll handle it myself.”

    “Just messing around, hurry up and eat.”

    “Okay.” I agreed and bent down to continue eating. The short guy hadn’t replied to my messages since last night, not even seen them, which made me sure he was shy and didn’t want to respond.

    Last night, I couldn’t sleep well because it was unfamiliar, the warm body in my embrace was gone, making me think why the bed in his room felt so big. Even though I wanted to use the key card he gave me to open his door and go to him, I tried to resist. I thought he probably wasn’t ready to face me yet, because when we parted yesterday, his face was very red, even his ears were red, like they had been boiled in hot water.

       After I finished eating, we prepared for the afternoon ward round. While walking up the building, I kept teasing Hill without stopping, not knowing if the listener was actually listening, but I didn’t care. I’ve always been a one-way messenger.    “What do you think about the key card? Seriously, if you don’t trust someone a lot, even if you give them a key card, you wouldn’t, right? To trust someone, you need trust and heart.” while I was going on with my rant, my phone vibrated slightly. I picked it up to see that it was the short guy who sent me a Line message.

       I opened it eagerly, but the content inside made my smile fade.

       SS: I have a meeting with KhunKim this afternoon.

       ☀︎: What!?

       ☀︎: Why

       ☀︎: Why meet with him!

       SS: You said you wanted me to hurry, didn’t you?

       SS: Khun Kim said he happens to be free.

       ☀︎:. No

       ☀︎: You have to meet him when you’re with me!

       ☀︎: You can’t go alone with him!

       ☀︎: Absolutely not!

       SS: Aren’t you usually busy?

       ☀︎: Damn.

       I gritted my teeth when I thought the short guy might really go out with KhunKim. It’s fine if they just meet, but being alone together without me? No way! No! No! No! That bastard, I’ll skip out! I won’t stay in this damn ward.

    “I’m skipping out this afternoon.”

    “No, you can’t.”

    “This is serious! I can’t let him be alone with Kim!”

    “Who’s Kim?”

    “I forgot to tell you, Kim is the client who hired the short guy, and he likes shorty too.”

    “He really likes him?”

    “Yes, really. Of course, I know by instinct, I met him when we went to eat at the mall yesterday.” I said with conviction. Hill still looked at me with an expressionless, unperturbed face.

    “Don’t you trust your brother? Didn’t he say he wouldn’t open his heart to anyone? Don’t worry.”

    “It’s different, like how you wouldn’t want anyone else looking at your wife.”    “Right, it’s different. I can be jealous over my boyfriend, but can you be jealous over your brother?”

    “….” Hill’s words made me pause, squinting at him with a frown, letting out a heavy sigh, “Damn, I’ll pinch you.”

    “He’s a client, be patient. Wait until the work is over.”

    “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

    “What’s he like, this Kim?”

    “He’s not much, I’m better looking, even my heels look better than his.”

    “And his personality?”

    “Polite, easygoing. Like Fah, but the version that wants to steal my wife.”

    “Really? So, between Fah and you, who would a normal person choose?”

    “…Hill, why are you messing with me? Shouldn’t you be on my side?”

    “Hm? No, I was just asking.” Hill gave a small, victorious smile. This damn guy must have deep grudges, he must remember and wait for the day to get back at me for messing with him before. But messing with him isn’t always successful, Fah and I, he has to choose me, where else would you find someone like me!

    “Then I’ll skip the afternoon.”

    “No way.”

    “Damn, what should I do?” While I was pondering, an idea suddenly popped into my head. Earlier, while enjoying Instagram, I saw Meen’s IG story where she checked in at the coffee shop where she works as a server.

    ☀︎: Go to Coffee-Mate, behind the university.

       ☀︎: This place, right?

       *Sending location    SS: Why?

       ☀︎: Just go there.

       ☀︎: Go to this shop. Otherwise, I’ll skip the ward rounds and rush over there right now!

       SS:    

       And then I immediately called Meen.

    (What do you want?)

       “Are you working at your coffee shop?”

    (I am, but there are no customers right now so I’m free to answer your call.

    What’s up?)

       “The short guy is going to your shop, meeting a client named Kim. Keep a close eye on him, don’t let him do anything to the short guy at all. If he looks too much, pour hot coffee on him.”

    (Are you crazy, telling me to pour coffee on a customer? And who’s the short guy? Why are you calling out of the blue to tell me this?)

       “The short guy is Dao.”

    (Oh, Nong Daotok, yeah, and why? Why should I keep an eye on my customer? But what customer?)

       “The one who commissions artwork.”

    (And this customer likes Nong Daotok?)

       “Yeah.”

    (Oh, you’re jealous, so you want me to keep an eye on them, huh?)

       “Yes.”

    (Yes, you damn thing. I didn’t expect you to be so straightforward about it. This is, damn, really embarrassing. Alright, I’ll watch them and report back to you, right?)

       “Yeah, you know it.”

    (Yeah, yeah, okay.)

       And then I hung up. At least having someone to watch over them is good. Before I could think further, it was time for the afternoon ward round. No matter how anxious I was, I couldn’t touch my phone, and by the time it was almost four, I was lucky the session ended early. I immediately called Miss Meen to ask how it was going, and she said the two were still at the shop.

    I rushed to the shop right away, walked in, and tried to spot where they were sitting but didn’t see them until Meen nudged me first.

    “Come here, you.”

    Meen led me to a secluded table where the two wouldn’t notice, the short guy in his student uniform sitting across from Kim, talking with stacks of paper on their table.

    “They’ve been talking since this afternoon until four, what are they talking about?” Meen whispered. I nodded in agreement while my eyes were still fixed on that small back.

    “What the hell are they talking about? I want to know.” I said, frowning with curiosity.

    “I messaged you, but you didn’t read it. I even eavesdropped.”

    “You sneaky bastard, I was busy. I couldn’t even touch my phone.” I said, “So, what were they talking about?”

    “I heard Kim invited him to go to Korea.”

    “Huh!?”

    “Shh, keep your voice down, or they’ll all turn around.” She said, putting her finger to her lips to signal me to be quiet, “The one you said was a client, I think he is strange. And from what I’ve observed, he’s looking at him with such sweet, gooey eyes.”

    “Sweet and gooey!?”

    “Yeah, but to be fair, he’s quite handsome. Seeing him makes me want a Korean husband.”

    “Go for it then.” I said immediately, and Meen looked at me in surprise, “You take him as your husband, you get a husband, and I get to protect my wife. It’s a win-win.”

    “Damn, I don’t want a new husband yet.”

    “Close your eyes and your ears, forget about Donat in a snap, trust me.”    “You bastard. No way, everyone says I have a dog’s heart, my husband just died and you want me to get a new one.”

    “Listen to me, it’s not about the time, it’s about what you want in your heart.

    Donat has been dead for a long time, he’d want you to move on.”

    “Damn, why are you pushing me to get a new husband?”    “You need to find a real husband now.” I said seriously.

    “Why are you so insistent on this? No way.”

    “One-night stands then.”

    “Arthit,you are so gentlemanly, I’d choose him if I were NongDao. If you’re going to be that damn annoying.”

    “You should take my side, aren’t you my friend?”

    “Yes, I’m your friend, so what are we going to do? From what I see, that guy probably likes the younger one. Otherwise, he wouldn’t stare like that. And you,

    Arthit, what do you have to compete with him?”

    “You don’t understand how I’m above him, I’ve already won the heart of the short guy.”

    “Have you really?”

    “I even got his room key card, you know. Someone without feelings wouldn’t give you a key card.”

    “Not strange at all, friends give them out, he sees you as a senior, doesn’t he?” “Damn, senior again? Don’t say that word where I can hear it.” I raised my middle finger at him. She laughed out loud, “Senior, my ass, I’ve done so much for him, senior and junior don’t kiss like that, damn it, I love him to death and you dare call me senior?”

    “Poor you, but pitiful at the same time. Anyway, is the client named Kim?”

    “Yeah.”

    “What’s Kim’s full name?”

    “I don’t know, can’t remember, Kim…Tae-Yang.”

    “Tae-Yang?”

    “Maybe.”

    “Tae-Yang, meaning ‘sun’?”

    “Damn, it’s not me, TaeYang is my name, that one…might be Tae Min.”    “Oh, you little brain.” Meen sighed subtly, “He’s good, you know, handsome, polite, and the fact that he’s here as a client means he has a job, while you’re still living off your father.”

    “But my dad’s super rich, is his dad as rich as mine?”

    “Damn, don’t compare your dad to his.”

    “If he’s so great, then you take him. Don’t make me force you.”

    “Damn, you can’t force me, can you?”

    “Go flirt with him, get him drunk.”

    “Bleh. I told you I’m not interested, stop trying to push me on him, see if he wants me first.”

    “Have you tried yet, you nut, try flirting first. If it doesn’t work, then ask how much.”

    “Do you understand that I’m not ready for a relationship?”

    “The short one used to say that too, until he met me.”

    “You’re so great that I want you in my life.”

    “Hmph. No, I just forced myself on him.” I said quietly, constantly watching the two of them. It was probably time to leave, I couldn’t stand their…what was it, overly sweet gaze, like what Meen described.

    “Where are you going?” Meen yanked my arm to make me sit down.

    “I was just going to sit with the short one.”

    “Isn’t it better to watch secretly like this? How else will you know what he’s like when you’re not around?”

    “Yeah, that’s interesting, but…”

    “Come on, bear with it a bit. If you go now, do you think someone as hot-headed as you can control your temper? You know how hot-headed you are, even needles would melt if they drew your blood.”

    “But if I hold Dao’s hand, I’ll calm down.”

    “Crazy. I don’t believe it. I remember when you went wild in the pub. No one could handle you, don’t cause a scene in my shop, please, I’ve only been working here for a few days, I don’t want to get fired.”

    “Believe me, it’s true, I’m still amazed at myself.”

    “Really? Alright, let’s wait and see, huh. Looks like it’s almost done.” Meen said. I turned to look and saw that the short guy was packing up. It seemed like Kim was trying to help him pack, but the short guy wouldn’t let him. “You’re weak, Kim, I’ve packed for him so many times. Can’t even pack for him, go die!”    I quickly got up from the table and walked over to them.

    When he saw me, the short guy made a big surprised face. I reached out to help him pack while Kim looked confused.

    After we finished packing, I put my arm around the short guy’s shoulder, then gave Kim a triumphant smile. The person in front of me slightly furrowed his brows.

    The short guy said a brief goodbye to Kim before willingly walking away with me.

    “Why did you talk to him for so long?” I asked, but didn’t get an answer, so I looked at the person next to me. I saw he was turning his face away, his small ears bright red. He raised his hand to cover his ear as if to hide it.

    What’s this? Just because I came over, you’re already embarrassed?

       All that stiffness and coldness he had with Kim earlier was gone.

       Thinking about it, I couldn’t help but smile broadly, leaning in to press my lips hard against his cheek. He was startled and quickly turned to look at me, his cheeks flushing red.

       “Wha…what are you doing?”

    “Just came to pick you up.”

     

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  • WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 35: Us

    WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 35: Us

       WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 35: Us

       Arthit

       When the warmth of the embrace was gone, I, still half-asleep, searched the bed with my arm to pull the smaller person back into a hug but found no one. I opened my eyes immediately and looked around the room, which was empty of any sign of the person I was looking for, including his belongings, making me feel inexplicably annoyed.

    He took off with all his stuff, and took Cat too.

    I got up from the bed, intending to go to the next room. As I opened the door, I found that the door opposite was also opening at the same time. I hadn’t seen him in a while, and now we met. He looked more put-together than the last time we met, his mental state must have improved a bit.

    “Oh, it’s you, just woken up?”

    “Yeah, where did you go?”

    “Part-time work.” He replied, “And are you going outside looking like this?”

    “No, come to the next room.”

    “Huh? Oh, okay, see you, I’m leaving.”

    “OK.” I replied, and then Meen walked out. I knocked on the door of the adjacent room, and the owner opened it shortly after. The short guy was also dressed and ready to go out, “Where are you dressed up to go?”

    “Aren’t you taking me out?”

    “Oh, yeah, you’re all ready?”

    “Yes.”

    “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

    “Why should I?”

    “And you even took all the food and stuff to escape from me. Even the cat, you took him.” my words made the person in front of me furrowed his brows immediately, “But you forgot something.”

    “Forgot what?”

    “Forgot me.”

    “Oh, I left you in that room.”

    “You use the word ‘left’ so casually.” I chuckled a bit, “I’ll go shower and get dressed first.”

    “Hmm.”

    Then I returned to my room after checking that the short guy was waiting for me in his room. He didn’t go anywhere else, so I quickly showered, dressed, and knocked on the next door again.

       It was almost eleven now, and I hadn’t eaten since waking up so late. So, I thought we’d go to the mall first, buy my stuff, and then head to the stationery store.

       “Let’s eat at the mall first.” I said after draping my arm over the small guy’s shoulders and pulling him closer. He pushed my arm away and moved a bit further, but once again, he couldn’t resist my strength. I know he tries to resist many times, he really does, but all that effort is in vain, so he’s become resigned to it like this.

    “I can’t walk comfortably.”

    “You’ll get used to it.”

    We walked down to the parking floor. I chose the new car I was still excited about and drove to the mall to eat and buy the stuff I had planned. We arrived just after eleven when the mall had just opened.

    “This is the first time we’ve gone on a date at the mall like this.”

    “Date?”    “Yeah.”

    “The stationery store, huh?”

    “Let’s eat first, then shop, okay?”

    “…Um.” He nodded slightly. I kept my arm around his shoulder as we walked into the mall.

    “What do you want to eat?”

    “Anything.”

    “Steak?”

    “Um.”

    “Want to watch a movie?”

    “No.” He shook his head, “I just watched one with North.”

    “Watching at home and in the cinema isn’t the same.” I argued, “What movies are showing now? I haven’t kept up with cinema releases.” While I was speaking, someone from behind called out an unfamiliar name, and since the speaker was close, we both turned to look.

    “Yu-seong, what a coincidence!”

    Not only was the name he called out unfamiliar, but his face was too. The guy was slightly shorter than me, with Korean features, speaking Thai with a not-soclear accent, making it a bit hard to understand. The person who had just greeted us smiled broadly, looking happy.

    “Is he talking to you?” I turned to ask the person whose shoulder I was holding. He nodded slightly, keeping a straight face, unlike the Korean who seemed overly excited.

    Wait…Korean?

    “Hello, Khun Kim.”

    Ah, there’s the trouble…Is this really just a coincidence? Even if I told myself he’s just a client, remembering how North teased me about it made me feel slightly annoyed. And then there’s his overly happy demeanor upon meeting my short guy, why is he that happy? Haven’t you ever run into someone you know at a mall?

       “Why did he call you Yu-seong? Is your name Yu-seong?”

    “I heard that ‘Yuseong’ in Korean translates to Daotok.”

    “You’ve got quite a few names, huh?”

    “Are you going to eat here? Perfect timing, can I sit at your table?”    “Ah…” The person next to me turned to me for my opinion. I didn’t respond because I had no opinion on it. Of course, in my heart, I wanted to chase him away, but I couldn’t do that. I had to calm myself and remember that he was a potential client for the short guy, “Sure.”

    To avoid an awkward silence, the short guy agreed, and in the end, I had to sit at the same table with Kim.

    “It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other.” Said the person sitting across from us after receiving the menu from the waiter. I didn’t bother to look at him, only focusing on the menu in the hands of the person next to me.

    “Yes.”

    “So, um, are you two dating?”

    This time, I looked at him immediately.

    “Uh…no.”

    “Are you friends then?”

    Hey, this bastard…keep asking, and I’ll smack you with the menu.

    “We’re senior and junior.”

    Ah…choke! Should there be a blood-spitting effect here or what? Shit, shit, siblings!! What the hell, siblings!!!

       The short guy’s answer made Kim smile slightly, which irritated me even more. Why smile? What are you smiling at, you bastard? Just you coming over and trying to chat up my future wife is already too much.

       “Yes, big brother, huh, what do you say, little brother?” I said, gently pushing the head of the person sitting next to me with annoyance. The short guy didn’t say anything, just glanced at me before returning to look at the menu.

    I turned my gaze to Kim right away. He didn’t notice because he was still looking at the menu. I was already sensitive to North’s provocations, and now you come and do this. Normally, when you see someone you know with someone who looks like they might be their partner, do you go over and ask to join them? No, right? I’m starting to distrust you, you dog.

    Once the waiter took our menus, we entered the conversation phase. I reached under the table to hold the small hand, which helped calm me down, and it worked.

    After feeling my head heat up earlier, the fire seemed to die down unbelievably.

    The person whose hand I was holding allowed me to keep it without pulling away as usual.

    But my anger cooled down a bit when I heard Kim speak.

    “And what’s your name, sir?”

    “Ch…Ar, Arthit, I’m his…older brother, I guess.” I said, gritting my teeth in irritation, glancing at the person beside me, not in a good mood. I was surprised to see the short guy stifling a laugh when he saw me gritting my teeth to speak. Yeah, you think it’s fun to tease me, huh? Damn it, “And…what about you?”    “Kim Tae Min.” He extended one hand as if to shake. I shook his hand out of courtesy, calming down, Arthit, he’s! just! a! client!

    “I’ve worked with Yu-seong once before. This time, I contacted Yu-seong again because I enjoyed working with him.”

    Why is he so polite, this asshole? This is like Fah version 2.0, trying to steal my future wife!

       “Arthit, is it correct that we’re meeting to work together?”

    “Yes.”

    “Your name is Arthit, right? Can I then call you Tae-Yang? Tae-Yang means sun.” the man sitting across from me asked. I nodded, letting him call me by a Korean name to match Yu-seong, damn good thinking, “How are you doing? Are you well?”

    “Yes, and Khun Kim?”

    “I’m well. I work in Korea…” He started talking about himself, but I wasn’t listening at all, focusing my attention on the person next to me, my hand holding his under the table without letting go, while my other hand played with his hair, touching his cheek as we sat close.

    “Uh, can I ask something?”

    “Yes.”

    “Are the two of you really senior and junior?”

    “No.” I answered immediately, “Can’t you tell I’m courting him?”

    I said it straightforwardly without turning to look. The short guy glanced at me slightly. I raised an eyebrow at him, he didn’t say anything, but Kim seemed a bit shocked.

       “Oh, is that so?” I glanced over, unable to hide my irritation through my eyes in time. The person being looked at paused for a moment before giving a dry smile,

    “Oh, right, uh, the food’s here, let’s eat.”

    I stayed silent, feeling a strange intuition, with his awkward behavior, not to mention that sweet, polite tone when talking to my future wife.

    This isn’t right.

    I’ve been wondering why North was always riling me up. Now, combined with my own intuition as a male, I’m more than seventy percent sure that he must like my short guy.

    I observed the person next to me, who wasn’t paying any attention, just eating his meal quietly. When I put some vegetables from my plate onto his, he ate them without any complaints.

    Once we finished eating, it was finally time to part ways. I put my arm around the short guy and led him out without allowing any further conversation, taking a deep breath and then exhaling to adjust my mood.

    “Are you angry?”

    “Angry about what?” I asked.

    “Saying we’re a senior and a junior.”

    “Why would I be angry? It’s the truth. Once I become your husband, I’ll proudly tell others I’m your husband as openly as I’d say we’re senior-junior.”

    “Hmm.”

    “Hmm, what?”

    “What do you mean?”

    “That I’m your husband?”

    “No.” He shook his head, “Use a softer word.”

    “Alright, fine, I’m just annoyed that he likes you, that’s all.”

    “Really?”

    “You still don’t believe he likes you, huh? I didn’t believe it when North told me until I saw it for myself. I’d say there’s more than a seventy percent chance. No, make it ninety.”

    “Really?”

    “He was looking at you with such bright eyes, I felt like poking his eyes out.”

    “Ah…hmm, whatever.”

    “What?”

    “Just leave him be, it’s a waste of time to care.” He said with his usual calm demeanor, “What are you going to buy?”    “Clothes, shoes, do you want anything?”    “No.” He shook his head.

    “Alright, I’ll buy it for you.” I said, leading him to the clothing section, “I’ll show you what this older brother can give you.”

    “…”

    “And Arthit, you have to work with Kim, right?”

    “Hm.”

    “Let’s start with Arthit then.”

    “Why?”

    “So it can end quickly, come on. Besides, if you leave gaps, he’ll find some excuse to meet you again.”

    “What about your work?”

    “Oh, me and Direk aren’t in a hurry for anything, but Kim, he’s in a hurry, let’s get him out of our lives once and for all.” I said, annoyed, “I don’t care if he’s a client, I’ll make his face sink.”

    “Good.”

    “…”

    “You need to control your emotions, be a good kid.”

    “Ha, do you have any bones? Give them to me as a reward.” I said jokingly,

    “Will you pet my head too?”

    “Bend down then.”

    “Are you crazy? In the middle of the mall? Even if I’m just a dog, when outside, let me be a tiger.”

    “Okay.” He whispered as he followed me.

    I could tell that this damn Kim liked the short guy, but I didn’t do or say anything harsh because I tried to keep my composure, reminding myself he’s just a client. Imagine if I punched him in the middle of the restaurant, the short guy would lose a good client, and it might harm his reputation too, potentially ruining his career.    You have to think carefully about what you do because it’s not just about me anymore.

       So, we’ll handle this quietly…

       Hia, even someone like me can think like this.

       I brought him to choose clothes with the money Direk had just transferred. I bought what I wanted for myself and also for him. Of course, he didn’t actually want them, but I forced all the items I thought were suitable on him.

       I forgot about Kim to keep him from ruining my good day, because just looking at Dao’s face made all my anger disappear.

      

    Daotok

       “Why are you taking so long to choose?” the person leaning against the pillar with his arms crossed asked in a bored tone. I lowered the shirt I was holding and looked back at him.

    “I don’t want any.”

    “Choose quickly, take one at least.”

    “It’s expensive.”

    “It’s supposed to be expensive for quality.”

    “Why do you need to buy it for me?”

    “I want to.”

    “But I don’t want it.” I said honestly, hanging the shirt back where it was. After he forced me to choose at least three shirts because he wanted to buy them for me, but from my heart, I didn’t want any of them. I’m not like him, with a closet full of clothes; I’m not good at dressing up and don’t care much about fashion. All the clothes I have are chosen by my dad; otherwise, my wardrobe would just be black and white T-shirts.

    “Normally, others would be thrilled to have someone pay for them.”

    “Really?”

    “Yeah, don’t you appreciate it?”

    “No.” I shook my head slightly, “I just don’t like clothes.”

    “Okay, then I’ll choose for you.” He cut me off, picking up a shirt and holding it against me, “What size do you usually wear?”

    “L.”

    “Just this size?”

    “Bigger shirts are more comfortable.”

    “Like this style?”

    “Yeah, but that one’s a bit too big.”

    “What color do you like?”

    “…”

    “Oh, not answering? I’ll help you choose then.”

    “I’m thinking.”

    I was silent because I was thinking about which colors I liked. Since my work involves using colors, I don’t have a fixed favorite color; you could say I like every color, right?

    “Every color.”

    “You like every color?”

    “Hm.”

    “Then you can get any color, so I’ll choose styles that I think suit you.” He said and then led me around, holding shirts up against me, thinking for a moment, and if he thought one was suitable, he’d put it in the basket right away. I ended up carrying the basket, following without a word of complaint, “I think this one’s good, try it on.”

    “No.”

    “Why?”

    “Lazy.”

    “Come on, try it on.” He handed me a shirt, took the basket from my hand, and pushed me into the fitting room. I sighed heavily, took off the shirt I was wearing, and put on the new one. When I was done, I came out to show him.

    “Hia, you look cute.” the tall guy waiting outside said with satisfaction, “Let’s get this one, now try another.”

    “Why do you look so happy?” I remarked, noticing his cheerful demeanor. I thought he must be someone who enjoys clothes and shoes since his room is full of them. If that’s the case, he should be choosing for himself, why for me?    “It’s fun, I like seeing you in the clothes I pick out.”

    “Hm.”

    “What’s that ‘hm’ for?”

    “If you like it, I’ll wear it.”

    “You.” He stepped closer, loosely hugged me around the neck, and lightly kissed my head. I pushed him away immediately, and he chuckled a bit, “Your face is red again.”

    “This…this is a mall.” I said quietly, my heart beating fast again. I felt like this was happening too often lately.

    More often than I had anticipated, I found myself in this situation. As I’ve said, I couldn’t handle this kind of feeling, and the more it happened, the less accustomed I became to it. Losing composure isn’t really a good thing, huh?

    “I know that we are in the mall. If it weren’t a mall, I’d have kissed you already.”    “No.”

    “Meaning in the mall isn’t allowed?”

    “Kissing isn’t allowed.”

    “Sure it is, if you’d let me.”

    “Sigh.” I sighed at him before heading into the fitting room to change into another shirt he had chosen. When I came out to show him again, he said he liked it and added it to the basket, which now probably held about six or seven shirts in total.

    Of course, each one wasn’t cheap.

    “Is it okay?”

    “What?”

    “I…um…”

    “Just say it.”

    “I don’t dislike you buying them for me, but…even if you didn’t buy them. I would…”

    “Still like me?”

    “…”

    “I know, I just want you to wear the shirts I choose for you, and you said so yourself that if I liked it, you’d wear it.” He said with a good mood smile,

    “Besides, don’t feel obliged, this is my dad’s money.”

    “Shouldn’t that make me feel even more obliged?”

    “Direk gave it to me, so it’s my money now.”

    “Oh, hmm.”

    “Then let’s go look at shoes.”

    “…Hmm.”

    Once we got all the shoes and clothes he wanted, there wasn’t much else to do at this mall. After that, we would go to the stationery store as he had planned.

    I want to recount what happened this morning when I left his room. I went down to the condo’s management office to get a spare key card, but before I knew it, I had asked for two. At that moment, I was hesitant about whether one would be enough because there was a chance he might take my key card again.

    And then, I thought if I gave him one, he wouldn’t need to take mine again, but that would mean he could enter my room anytime. I wasn’t worried about him stealing anything; I was more concerned about my own safety, but still, I was undecided about what to do.

    I moved my things back to my room, including Mr. Jeon, and took his python back to where it belonged. Then I showered, got dressed, and waited for him in my room until he woke up and called me to go out together.

    It might be a bit embarrassing to admit that I was ready nearly two hours before he woke up; it sounds like I was excited to go out with him. I’m not sure why I felt this way, especially since it wasn’t our first time going out together.

    And the first thing that surprised me was meeting KhunKim, especially since we had just talked about him recently. KhunKim hadn’t changed much from what I remembered; he greeted us friendly, quite different from the person who brought me here. As soon as I realized it was KhunKim, I could sense the atmosphere around him change.

    KhunKim probably didn’t notice until Phii Arthit glared at him with an unhappy expression. So I let my brother hold my hand, hoping it might calm him down, and it did. Luckily, he calmed down and didn’t do anything more than eat normally and tease me as he liked to do.

    Another thing I noticed was KhunKim looking at me a lot, which was surprising; sometimes he’d look away and smile to himself, but I didn’t show any reaction, pretending not to notice.

    As for the person sitting next to me, no matter how angry or displeased he got, he tried to control his emotions. He seemed like someone ready to explode and destroy everything in a moment, not caring about the consequences. I guessed he had always been like this, not tolerating anything that displeased him, hottempered, and not thinking ahead.

    Since holding my hand seemed to calm him down, I was always ready to offer my hand for him to hold.

    Before I knew it, we had arrived at the mall’s parking lot. While I was waiting for him to put things in the car, my phone vibrated. I picked it up to see that it was a message from KhunKim. Before I could do anything, my phone was swiftly taken away.

    “Is it Kim?” He asked in a slightly more composed tone than usual, glancing at my phone in his hand, tapping the screen with his finger, squinting slightly before handing it back to me. I took it back, confused, and opened the Line to see what KhunKim had sent.

    K: You looked very cute today, Yu-seong. I’m so glad we met.    Phii Arthit opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat without saying anything, so I opened my door and sat down too. His demeanor had changed once again, though not as intensely as the first time, frowning to show his displeasure with that message.

    Even though he didn’t say anything, I thought he must be cursing KhunKim in his mind.

    Can’t he even compliment someone for being cute…

    I looked at him, sitting there with an annoyed expression, and couldn’t help but smile when I thought how cute he was, like a child being protective over his belongings.

    Ah…I see him as cute instead of scary, even though if it were anyone else sitting here, they’d probably feel very uncomfortable.

    “Here.”

    “What?”

    I handed him my room keycard. He turned to look at me, puzzled.

    “Your room keycard?”

    “Yeah.”

    “For me?”

    “Yeah.”

    At first, I thought he might be stunned for a moment, but no, he grabbed it immediately.

    His face moved closer without warning, and before it got too close, I quickly raised my hand to cover my mouth, causing his lips to touch the back of my hand. He furrowed his brows as if displeased, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly, then he kissed the back of my hand and each of my knuckles, leaving me stunned and unable to react.

    I quickly pulled my hand back, feeling embarrassed, and moved away a bit. He leaned back to his original position and gave a satisfied half-smile.

    Meeting those eyes so close made my heart skip a beat, those eyes looking at me as if they wanted to devour me.

    No…not cute anymore.

    “You lose composure often, huh?”

    “Because of who?” I said in the softest voice, turning to look away. The luxury car’s engine was started, and it moved out of the parking lot.

    “Can Kim make you like this?”

    “No.”

    “Really?”

    “Hm.”

    “I’m satisfied that only I can make you flustered.”

    “…”

    “You’ve opened your heart to me, right?”

    “Hm.”

    “Then don’t open it for anyone else.”

    “No one can make me open my heart like you do.”

    “Damn…can I have a kiss?” He asked seriously, making me turn to look at him, eyes wide in surprise as he seemed about to let go of the steering wheel.    “Drive first.” I said with a slight hint of panic in my voice. He grabbed the steering wheel again before bursting into laughter.

    “I’m kidding, I’m not crazy enough to let go of the steering wheel just to kiss you.” He smiled, “But then again, you never know.”

    “Sigh.”

    “Stop being so touchy about kissing.”

    “Hm.”

    “Why won’t you let me kiss you?”

    “Because we’re not dating.”

    “We’re senior and junior.” He said, sounding annoyed, “Isn’t there something better than that? The word ‘senior’ hits me hard.”

    “But we are real a-senior and a-junior, right?”

    “If it were anyone else saying that, I’d have twisted their balls by now.”

    “…”

    “Upgrade my status a bit, we’re just talking, right?”

    “Are we talking?”

    “I talk, but you don’t talk to me much.” He sighed, “Siblings are fine, but I want you to be my boyfriend every hour. Plus, I’ll keep harassing you.”

    “…”

    I looked at him with an exhausted expression, letting out another sigh. How could he say something like that so casually?

    “And what about your room keycard? Can I do whatever I want to you for twenty-four hours with it?”

    “Even if I didn’t give it to you, you’d break down the door anyway.”

    “Oh, so you gave me the keycard to save the door.”

    “Yes.”

    “Good, that was a smart decision because if you kept blocking me like before, I’d definitely come with an axe to chop down your door.”

    “But you’re not allowed to do anything.”

    “Can I be stopped?”

    I sighed silently again. In a relationship like ours, if it were any other couple, they’d probably be at the stage where they like each other, are talking, but not yet dating, not doing anything beyond talking and going on dates. But with us, it’s different because he’s always so stubborn and impatient.

       Even when he does strange things, it doesn’t make me feel bad because I like him too, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready yet.

       And it seems threatening to deduct points isn’t effective at all. Deduct them, then; he wants to do it anyway, regardless.

       It might be because our personalities are too different; he’s too hot, and I’m too cold.

       I guess I’ll have to try adjusting a bit.

       “Hey.”

    “What?”

    “Why do you want to be my boyfriend?”

    “Why do you ask such a strange question? With someone you love, don’t you want to have a status? I want to be with you all the time, but if we’re officially dating, there’d be more to it. You said you need time, I understand that, but I don’t know when your time will come. So, I want you to be my boyfriend every hour, just in case the previous hour you weren’t ready, but maybe this hour, you will be.”

    “Next month.”

    “Huh?”

    “You are racing next month. I…will try to make myself ready.” I said after gathering my courage for a long time. Besides feeling embarrassed, there were many mixed feelings making it hard to speak, and as I expected, when I said it, the other party was quite shocked.

    “You mean if I win, or just after the race?”

    “Winning…would be nice.”

    “Damn, deal. Absolutely deal, that’s how it should be, give me; the one waiting some motivation, and it gives me a lot more encouragement to race.” He said cheerfully, which made me secretly smile too, “But…”

    “Hm?”

    “You don’t have to force yourself, I can wait, really.” He said, “You don’t need to force yourself to be ready.”

    “No.” I shook my head, “I’m not forcing myself. I just want to try.”

    “For me?”

    “No, for us.”

     

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  • WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 34: Heart

    WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 34: Heart

       WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 34: Heart

       Daotok

       Even though those beautiful eyes were still gazing sweetly at my lips, he sincerely apologized with a faint smile, his thick hand that was holding mine just gently caressing, the other hand stroking my cheek before moving his face closer again and lightly kissing my cheek.

       I was still stunned by everything that had just happened.

       My first kiss…

       Despite my heart beating hard, feeling a hot flush in my chest, and being completely powerless, I still couldn’t do anything. The sweetness lingered, his touch imprinted in my senses. I slowly pressed my lips together, reminding myself of that unexpected first kiss, yet it was so sweet and tender it almost melted.

       No matter how strange it felt,    I wasn’t upset.

       That it was him.

       “Are you angry?”

    “…No.”

    I answered in the softest voice possible, and he leaned his sharp face closer again. This time, I leaned back against the car door to keep as much distance from him as possible.

    Once again, I couldn’t handle my own flustered state; my mind was all muddled. I couldn’t control the flush on my face, my breathing was quick and heavy as my heart beat too fast, both hands trembled slightly uncontrollably, along with the warmth spreading across my chest now.

    “I’ve never seen you this flustered before.”

    He smiled with satisfaction, licking his own lips, which made my heart beat even harder as I watched.

    “Geez…don’t do that again.” I said with a trembling voice, unlike any time before, avoiding his gaze and looking away immediately, trying to pull my hand back, and he willingly let go of my hand.

    “That’s hard, I won’t promise that.”

    “Points deducted.”

    “I’ll allow that deduction.”

    “…Not good.”

    “Me? Oh, I already knew that.” He said casually, which made me unwittingly frown, “You’re pouting, huh? First time I’ve seen a robot pout.”

    “If you’re that unhappy, you can hit me.”

    “…Not good.”

    “So, how do I make it better then?”

    “I’m not pouting.”

    “Huh?”

    “But I’m not happy.”

    “Why? Was kissing me that bad?” He asked seriously, and silence took over as I had no answer, “Then, can I make it up to you?”    I shook my head.

    “What do you mean? You won’t let me?”

    “No, it…wasn’t bad.”

    “Oh, then let me take responsibility. Be my boyfriend.”

    “No.”

    “Why not? We’ve already kissed, and phii-nong don’t kiss each other. Nobody does.” He said. I let out a big sigh, just as he said, phii-nong don’t kiss each other.

    There’s none of that, but the point was, I didn’t do it willingly at all.

    “No.”

    “Okay.” He shrugged slightly before turning to start the car, “Maybe I was too selfish, but I want you to know that no matter what, I only want to do this with you.”

    We stopped for dinner before heading back, and throughout the journey, he was the one who kept the conversation going, asking about this and that as usual. I answered some questions but not others because my mind was still replaying the kiss over and over, confusing me as well, probably because it was my first kiss.    He carried the stuff for me, and once back in the room, he arranged the drawing tools back in place for my use. I tried to calm my tumultuous feelings but couldn’t manage it no matter what. I looked at the one who caused this in me, and he looked back, puzzled, as if wondering why I was staring at him like that.

    “What? Why are you staring at me like that?”

    “I am not pleased.”

    “About the kiss?”

    “About making me feel disoriented.”

    He burst out laughing before coming over to hug me tightly.

    “You look so cute when you’re flustered.” He said, nuzzling his nose against my neck and then lightly biting my shoulder. I pushed him away with all my strength, and he let go willingly.

    “When you’re mad, you look even more tempting, I don’t understand.”

    “Get off.”

    “I won’t.”

    “Sigh, why do you have to do that? We’re not even dating.”

    “I ask you to be my partner almost every hour, you’re the one who needs time.”

    “Apologize again, and I’ll stop being upset.”

    “I’ve apologized already.”

    “Apologize for making me feel disoriented too.”    “Sorry.” He apologized again.

    I nodded, as the feeling of displeasure slowly faded. I’m not one to hold grudges or be clingy. Most of the time, an apology is enough.

    “Will you keep this, the drawing?” I asked as my feelings returned to normal, and he nodded quickly. I handed him the sheet of paper where I had sketched him playing football.

    While he was playing on the field, what he had said wasn’t an exaggeration at all. From the sidelines, I knew how many people were watching him, the screams and chatter from his fans were loud, but the one being watched didn’t pay attention at all.

    I often felt that he was so charming on the field, enjoying the football he loves, every move he made was full of charm. Whether running, scoring goals, or even when he pulled up his shirt to wipe his sweat, and the smiles he sometimes gave unintentionally, which made me pick up my phone to take photos and sketch to keep.

    He, standing there under the bright lights, was the focus of everyone’s attention, both on and off the field, bringing smiles and laughter to his friends. Whenever he stepped onto the field, everyone showed a clear increase in enthusiasm, especially at the end of each game when teams were reshuffled, everyone wanted to be on his team.

    “Do you want to shower first?” He asked. I nodded slightly, taking the change of clothes from him. Tonight, I would have to wear his clothes to sleep again, but only for tonight because, according to our agreement, tomorrow I’d be back in my room. Even though he lost my keycard, the condo management would be back tomorrow too.

    I quickly showered and changed, checking my appearance before coming out. I sat down at the work desk while he disappeared into the bathroom.

    Checking the time, it was only nine in the evening. I checked my phone and saw I had messages, so I opened them immediately.

    Khun Kim?

    K: Can we meet up?

       K: This week if you are free, right?

       SS: My work with you will start next week.

       SS: I’m currently tied up with other work.

       K: That’s too bad.

       K: Then I’ll wait.

       SS: Okay.

       I lost interest in my phone and put it down. As I mentioned, I worked with

    KhunKim once about a year ago; he was interested in my work posted on Instagram and contacted me via email. I don’t often meet clients face-to-face because most of my illustration or design work involves sending briefs and drafts back and forth until the client is satisfied.

    But KhunKim prefers meeting in person. Last time, he even flew to Chiang Mai to discuss work with me, bringing his books which were entirely in Korean. Of course, I couldn’t read them, but I tried to gather as much information as possible from his explanations.

    KhunKim told me he’s half-Thai, half-Korean and writes novels for sale there. He shared a bit about himself when we talked, but I don’t remember much since it’s been a year. Regarding what North said about him having a high chance of flirting with me, I don’t understand where North got that from. Even though we’ve met several times, it was always work-related.

    In reality, we already have each other’s LINE for easier communication, but he sends the work details via email first before messaging on LINE. When I first mentioned a client sent an email, that was KhunKim, and I told him I have other work this week, so it would have to be next week if he could wait.

    He probably thought I had some free time, so he asked via LINE if we could meet up. I do have some free time, but I’d rather spend it entirely on painting for

    Phii Arthit. Besides, I haven’t even talked about the acrylic painting work for Uncle Direk yet.

    I was playing with Mr. Jeon for nearly twenty minutes until the room’s owner came out of the bathroom. After drying his hair in front of the mirror, he sat down close by. I quickly hugged Mr. Jeon because I was afraid he would try to put his mouth on Mr. Jeon’s head again, which made him laugh.

    “Why, are you scared I’ll do it again?”

    “Yes.”

    “It’s just so annoying, don’t you ever feel like doing it to a cat?”

    “No. Never.”

    “You don’t have to take him away like that, just let me play with him a bit.” He said, reaching out. I hesitated before handing Mr. Jeon over to him.

    “Don’t put your mouth on Mr. Jeon’s head again.”

    “…” He didn’t respond, just looked at the still Mr. Jeon in his hands, stroking both of Mr. Jeon’s ears back, and brought him close to his mouth. When he opened his mouth wide, I quickly got up to snatch Mr. Jeon back in alarm. He burst out laughing loudly, lifting Mr. Jeon higher so I couldn’t reach, “I was just kidding.”

    “You’ll get it back at you.”

    “What will you do, put your mouth on my snake? Go ahead.” He said with a victorious raise of his eyebrow, which annoyed me. Speaking of snakes, how is his snake doing since he lost the key card and couldn’t go check, right?

    “Is the snake okay? You haven’t gone to check.”

    “It’s fine.” He answered while gently swinging Mr. Jeon. I, worried that Mr. Jeon might slip from his grasp, kept my hands ready to catch him, “The snake doesn’t need to eat that often, it can survive.”

    “Okay, give Mr. Jeon back.”

    “Why? I’m not teasing him.”

    “You’re swinging him too hard.”

    “Not hard, see, it’s fun, little buddy.”

    “What’s that name?”

    “Little buddy.”

    “No, it’s Mr. Jeon.”

    “You bastard, you’re squeezing my balls.”

    “Ugh, bad character.” I furrowed my brows and playfully slapped his hand; he laughed even more, and Mr. Jeon didn’t show any sign of resistance at all. Sigh, why does Mr. Jeon still like him even now?

    “Alright, alright, here you go.” He finally let Mr. Jeon return to my embrace. I gently placed Mr. Jeon on the floor to let him loose and play with his toys, “Hey, do you remember the drawing job my dad told you about? Direk just called to remind me.”

    “Ah…yeah, I remember. He said Uncle could brief me and send it via my email.”

    “Email for what?”

    “I’ll tell you later.”

    “And what about KhunKim’s work?”

    “I told KhunKim it would be around next week.”

    “Will that be on time? You still have my painting job.”

    “Even if it’s not, it has to be.” I said, “I’ve already scheduled with the client, and

    I’ve promised Uncle.”

    “If you can’t handle it, you can tell Direk.”    “No.” I insisted.

    “Professional, huh?” He teased me. I handed him Mr. Jeon’s toy; he took it, puzzled, and when Mr. Jeon tried to play, he had to play along.

    “Play with him for a bit. I’m going back to work.”

    “I’m lazy, can’t you just let him play by himself?”

    “Whatever, Mr. Jeon will find something to do on his own if you leave him.” I said before standing up. He left the toy for Mr. Jeon and followed me, while Mr. Jeon nudged the toy for a while before going to find a place to sleep. Meanwhile, I went back to continue my painting work. Even though I took the work outside, it didn’t progress; I just kept sketching him.

    I noticed that the sketch I made was stuck on the wall above the work desk, right next to a landscape picture. I’ve noticed before that the wall above his desk has many things stuck to it, including Post-its with various notes and landscapes I guessed must be places he’s visited and photographed, some even being pictures of himself on trips.

    “Is it nice? Should I stick up some of your pictures too? For motivation while studying or something?”

    “No.”

    “Why?”

    “I don’t want to.”

    “I’ll take a picture for you, my photography skills are pretty good, want to see the ones I secretly took?”

    “Secretly taken?”

    “My Instagram is full of them, take a look.”

    “Really?” I reached for his phone to check his Instagram and found that nearly ten of the latest pictures were all of me. The face wasn’t very clear, but if someone knew me and looked closely, they would recognize me. I couldn’t deny that he was good at photography and his photo editing was beautiful too. Whether it was the angle or the tone, every picture had the same caption: a red heart emoji.    “I didn’t take clear shots of your face, so others don’t know who it is, thought you might not be ready.” He shrugged, “Or if you want, I can take full-face shots.”    “Uh…no, it’s fine.”

    “You’re flustered again.” He teased again, with a sly smile. I locked the screen and put the phone down immediately, refocusing on the work in front of me.

    “Why did you post them?”

    “Because I wanted to. Even if you told me to delete them, I wouldn’t, it’s my

    Instagram.”

    “Everyone can see it.”

    “That’s why I posted it.”

    “Oh…um.” I bit my lip softly, “It’s nice.”

    “What?”

    “I feel good about it.”

    “Damn…you’re straightforward, like, I like it, I like it more and more, to the point I don’t know what to do.” He said seriously. I moved back a bit, fearing he might do something else, and he laughed again, “Hia, I won’t do anything. Just kissing you at night made you almost lose it.”

    “Uh…um.” I answered quietly, “And why hearts?”

    “Well, because you’re my heart.”

    “…”

    “So, you’re going to continue painting, right?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Okay, and what about tomorrow? Are you going anywhere?”

    “No.”

    “Let’s go out.”

    “I have work.”

    “My work. It’s fine, tomorrow the condo management should be here early, we’ll get a spare keycard, and then you can change clothes and we can go out.”

    “I have work.”

    “Let’s go out.”

    “I’m going to work.”

    “We don’t have to go far.” He still wouldn’t take no for an answer, “How about the mall? Aren’t you going to draw for my dad? I’ll pay for the supplies.”

    “…”

    “See, you’re starting to get interested, huh?”

    “It’s fine, but going to buy some paint and stuff would be good because I’m probably running low.”

    “Okay, sounds good.” He gave a thumbs up, pleased, “We’ll eat at the mall and then you can help me buy some stuff.”

    “What stuff?”

    “Uh, yeah.”

    “…Hmm.” In the end, I agreed to go out with him tomorrow. He looked satisfied before getting up to find a book to read beside me. I worked while he read late into the night, occasionally getting bored and playing with my hand or cheek, stroking my head, or squeezing my chin before going back to reading.

    By the time I was completely sleepy, I packed up my tools and prepared to sleep on the sofa.

    “Are you so attached to the sofa? I’m going to throw it out.”

    “…I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight.”

    “I’ll get back pain if I sleep on the floor, you know.”

    “Sleep in the bed then.”

    “Meaning you sleep on the sofa? So come sleep in the bed with me. Plus, the sofa is narrow, how are we supposed to cuddle?”

    “We don’t have to.”

    “I should solve this by getting a bigger sofa since you like sleeping on the sofa so much.”

    “…I’m not planning to sleep in your room forever.”

    “I’ll get rid of your bed and sofa too, so you’ll have to sleep in my room.” He said as if he just thought of it. I unconsciously furrowed my brows, “Genius with a

    200 IQ, how did I think of that?”

    “Isn’t that a bit much?”

    “There’s nothing too much here, the only thing that’s too much is my love!!”    “…Sigh.”

    I shook my head, sighed softly, and went to sit on the sofa, lying down and covering myself with a small blanket, closing my eyes without any awareness. After a while, he turned off the lights in the room, and I easily drifted off to sleep due to exhaustion on that soft sofa.

       And once again, I woke up in bed. Last night, I went to bed late, so today I woke up late; it was already eleven. I slowly sat up on the bed, turned to look at the person still sleeping soundly beside me, and lightly tapped his nose, annoyed. Last night, I was supposed to sleep on the sofa, but he had dragged me to the bed.

      

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  • WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 33: Pretty Sweet

    WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 33: Pretty Sweet

       WESTTHESUNFROMANOTHERSTAR, Chapter 33: Pretty Sweet

       Arthit

       “You want me to fall, don’t you?”

    “No.”

    “See, you’re flirting, you like me.”

    “I’ve already told you that.”

    “Oh, I want to take off my shirt and do the grown up stuff with you right here.” I said quietly, feeling frustrated. If we were in a room, I would definitely take off my shirt, and pants too, but unfortunately, we’re still at the temple.

    Earlier, I was so taken aback that I couldn’t stop smiling, and my heart was beating like crazy. Oh, I might die. No, no, I can’t die here, I haven’t even become his husband yet!

    “This is a temple.”

    “Meaning it’s okay in a room?”

    “No. That’s not what I meant.” He quickly retorted. I couldn’t help but smile at that action; he’s so damn cute, what the hell.

    “You’re not human anymore.”

    “What?”

    “You’re too damn cute.”

    “You’ve complimented me too much.”

    “Is that bad?”

    “I don’t know, I’m indifferent.”

    “That’s not a compliment, you’re genuinely cute, I’ve never seen anything in the world I thought was cute until you.” I said honestly because before this, I never found anything cute. I didn’t even understand what ‘cute’ meant, “I thought you’d be bored of me by now.”

    “No.” He said, stopping in his tracks, making me stop too, looking at him in confusion, “I’m not bored, I’ve told you before.”

    “…”

    And then he made this serious face…

       That’s all he said before walking on.

       “I thought you’d be bored of me.” I asked, feeling a bit hopeful, quickly catching up with just a few steps. He nodded in response.

    “No, if you want to say something, just say it.”

    “Damn, that’s a good sign.”

    I couldn’t help but smile widely again. As everyone knows, I’m the type who says everything I feel, so telling someone I love them every half hour isn’t just talk. And this shorty saying he’s not bored, even though he initially said he wouldn’t get bored, in reality, he might have become bored, but what he said now was an incredibly good sign.

    “Phipungto, come look at this.”

    “North, you always interrupt.”

    “What, are you guys being sweet?”

    “Checking numbers?” the short one asked, walking over to where North and Jo were looking at the lottery stall.

    “Yeah, come help choose.”

    “I’m not good at this, North, just pick the numbers you like.”

    “I’m torn between these three numbers, what do you think, Phii Jo?” North pointed and asked, and of course, Jo’s answer was…

    “Buy them all.”

    “Look, oh rich daddy.”

    “North, just one number is enough.”

    “You take it, take it, three sets, you won’t take some more? Are you that determined to get only one?”

    “Yeah, it’s better this way, trust me, with my lifetime experience in playing the lottery, the more greedy you are, the less you win.”

    “But you still hope to win, right? What’s this about?”

    “Leave me alone, if you don’t get it, keep quiet.”

    “Damn you.” I cursed. This kid is really annoying, “You don’t want it? I’ll buy it for you just in case.”

    “What if you win?”

    “I’ll quit, of course. No more studying medicine , better to switch to playing the lottery.”

    “Welcome.” North said, giving me a thumbs-up with pride.

    “Forget it, Arthit, you have better chances at a casino.”

    “Yeah.” I said, thinking back to when I went to the casino with Jo. That time, we came back with a ton of money, so much that we almost got killed by the owners. We’re really good at gambling, it’s like boasting, but I’m genuinely good, “Why don’t I go make a career out of that?”

    “Exactly, why torture yourself with this?”

    “Oh, Johan, you’ve made me want to quit for the millionth time.”

    “You quit, I quit, deal?”

    “No way, bastard, I’ve fought so hard for this.” I said, feeling exhausted, and we both sighed when talking about this. It’s even more disheartening when we’re together, “You need to study for Hill.”

    “Why study for Hill?” Jo asked. Now we were standing, talking while waiting for those two to choose their lottery numbers.

    “So Hill can be proud of you.”

    “Damn it, do I have to do that much for him? Saying it’s for North would give me more motivation.”

    “The wife’s doctrine?”

    “Oh, isn’t it you too?”

    “I follow Daotok’s doctrine, where I am the prophet and have no disciples because I don’t accept disciples.”

    “Why?”

    “Jealous.”

    “What’s there to be jealous about?”

    “He’s treating you like a senior.”

    I said through gritted teeth, hurting myself with my own words, damn it. Jo burst out laughing.

    “What are you laughing at, you’ve been a brother before too, right? Everyone needs time.”

    “Time, but how long? Might be a senior for life, stuck right here.”

    “Damn.”

    “Oh, Arthit, it’s okay, at least you’ve got another ‘little junior’.”

    “What kind of junior, what kind of ‘damn senior’, no, I want to be a husband.”

    “You’re pushing it.”

    “Just a bit more and I would have pushed it, the other day when he said I was cute, I took off my shirt, to the point where he thinks I’m always ready to strip.”    “Is that true?”

    “True.” I said. We both burst out laughing.

    “And you plan to keep calling him ‘mung’ forever?”

    “I’d better not call anyone ‘mung’.”

    “Hill’s wife and Fah, why?”

    “My head would explode, those guys are polite to their wives to death, and who am I to call them ‘ai-this, ai-that’ to their wives?”

    “And you don’t speak nicely to the one you like?”

    “He’s not like me, I feel uncomfortable talking to him, he probably wouldn’t like it.” I said, reflecting on how talking to those two guys’ wives felt so awkward I wanted to rip off my shirt. Having to say ‘Phii’ and ‘Rao’, it’s a mess, but we don’t talk much anyway, there’s nothing to talk about, “Did you talk with North ‘you’ at first?”

    “At first, I was a bit angry with North, he had some issues…you know.” Jo shrugged. I thought back to what had happened and understood, “He got used to it,

    I guess, but when we became lovers, we adjusted. I’m not as crude as you.”

    “Yeah, well, shorty is okay with who I am.”

    “I told you, it’s rare to find someone who’s okay with who you are, I’m not even okay with it.”

    “If you’re not okay, you can punch me.”

    “Are you challenging someone?”

    “One on one, no need for clothes.”

    “Sigh. That’s just how you are. Who would want you if not for him?” Jo let out a big sigh.

    “Taking forever to choose the lottery numbers.”

    “That’s how it is.” Jo said resignedly, “It’s like when Chinese girls choose lipstick colors, they have to be meticulous.”

    “When you drop North off alone, you must get lonely.”

    “Not really, North would feel guilty and choose quickly. Seeing me with you, he’s enjoying himself a bit more.”

    “I have a question.” I said, “Why, even though you have money, is North still playing the lottery?”

    “You don’t understand.” Jo sighed slightly, “It’s like some kind of mission in his life. If he succeeds, it’s like completing it, get it?”

    “Oh, I see.”

    “That’s it, and North is the type who wants to do things on his own. He doesn’t like to rely on me much, even though we’ve talked about financial stuff, he relies on me very little. He prefers to fight his own battles, because that’s how North has always been.”

    “Playing the lottery is fighting his own battle?”

    “It’s a mission, but with studying, work, stuff like that, he hardly relies on me at all. At most, he’ll ask for a tutoring session.”

    “Does that mean he doesn’t ask for money from you either?”    Jo shook his head in response.

    “Well, that’s good in a way, so in his mind, instead of asking you for thirty million, he’d rather help you find another thirty million, something like that.” I said, “He’s aiming to win thirty million, right?”

    “Depends on what you buy.” Jo answered, “Yeah, something like that, but you know, North’s happiness doesn’t give me anything. It’s fun to see him excitedly waiting for each draw though. When he doesn’t win, he doesn’t feel bad, he’s just kind of used to it now.”

    “I’ve started to see things a bit differently since having the shorty around.”

    “How so?”

    “Of course, I don’t want to continue working under Direk. Don’t want to be a doctor either.”

    “And what do you want to be?”

    “I’m not telling.” I said, because right now, only the short guy knows my dream, and I still want it that way, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

    “Yeah, we’ll see. And how is this related to your brother? I noticed your perspective has changed.”

    “He’s the one who makes me want to pursue my own dreams. After I’d given up on them for so long.”

    “Huh?” The listener raised his eyebrows in disbelief, “That’s hot.”

    “Can’t you ignore my cool words?”

    “Damn, why is it so hot?”

    “Because of my own hotness.”

    My words made the guy who was standing there, looking annoyed, turn to look at me immediately.

    “What the hell?”

    I forced out a laugh when I heard him curse out of frustration. After a while, Jo took a deep breath to try to cool his head down.

    “You seem to handle the heat well.”

    “I can handle everything.” I shrugged and smirked annoyingly, “Except cold weather. I don’t like it, and I can’t tolerate Dao saying he hates it. He once said it as a joke, hurt like hell that time, lucky he didn’t really hate me.”

    “Really? That’s weird.”

    “What’s weird about it? I love him.”

    “It’s weird that he doesn’t hate you.”

    “Damn you.” I cursed with a laugh, glancing at the blue-haired guy standing not too far away, not letting him out of sight. Because of the crowd, Jo and I had to step back to stand further away from them.

    He was hesitating when North handed him two lottery tickets to choose from, then picked one. After paying, he walked over to us.

    “Done already?”

    He nodded in response.

    “What numbers did you get?” Jo asked. North smiled broadly and showed him the lottery ticket, “Okay, should we head back then?”

    “Wait, Phii Jo isn’t you going to work?”

    “Yes.”    “At the bar?”

    “Yes, why?”

    “I was thinking of watching a movie with Phipungto, can I go?”

    “Oh.” Jo looked thoughtful, then turned to me, “Can you look after him?”

    “Look after North? No way.”

    “No need to rely on someone like Phii Arthit, I can take care of myself.”    “He’s implying that he can take care of himself and doesn’t need you anymore.” I teased. Jo turned to me with a look of utmost boredom.

    “When someone’s love for themselves doesn’t work out, they think about ruining other people’s love.” North said, raising his eyebrows, clearly wanting to say that his words were deeply affecting me. That bastard was such an asshole, followed by his hearty, satisfied laugh.

    “So, will you watch it at the cinema?” Jo returned to the previous topic.    “Yeah, what should we do?” North seemed hesitant before turning to the short guy for his opinion, who just shook his head lightly.

    “It’s up to you North.”

    “You always say that, so can we watch it in the room? I barely watched Netflix this month, afraid it won’t be worth it.”

    “Sure.” Jo agreed surprisingly easily. Normally, getting permission to enter his room was almost impossible, “You can stay and play in my room, but…”    “But don’t break anything or touch stuff.” I interjected, because this was a common warning from Jo whenever I was about to enter his room. They are just like that, protective of their belongings and their space.

    “Then let’s go to my room.” North said.

    “Why not watch a horror movie in our room?” the short guy suggested, “The atmosphere would be perfect.”

    “It’s like 4D, too much maybe, with all the visuals, taste, smell, and sound, I might not handle it.”

    “I think it’s good.” I agreed with the short guy, “North is a real joker.”

    “Here comes that word again, do you think it can provoke me every time?”

    “Then you’re easily provoked.”

    “I’m not, I’ll go if I want to go.”

    “You’re easily provoked, damn your wife.” I said, turning to look at Jo, who was smiling slightly in an endearing way. We walked back to the car with the two of them in front and us following as usual, “At first, I thought you wouldn’t let him come to your room, why did you agree so easily?”

    “He’s not going anymore, is he?”

    “I mean, at first when we talked about going.”

    “Oh, I haven’t been spending much time with North lately.” Jo said with concern. “I know North understands, but I also want to spend a lot of time with him. But even on my day off, I have to attend meetings.”

    “Just skip it.”

    “I’ve already done that. So, I want North to spend some time with friends.”

    “And what does he usually do if he’s not with friends?”

    “Plays games, watches movies, watches cartoons in his room. I’m afraid North might get bored.”

    “Bored of games?”

    “Bored of me, maybe. Why are you teasing me at a time like this, I’m serious.” Jo furrowed his brows. I chuckled a bit, “That’s the problem I’m quite worried about, but I’ve asked before, and North didn’t say anything. I know North really isn’t bothered, but I worry on my own.”

    “Another problem for the househusband, huh? And you can’t even cut back on work.”

    “I’ve reduced it recently, but it’s been heavier lately.”

    “You’ve been with him all this time, why worry so much?”

    “Arthit, if you were in my shoes, you’d worry too.”

    “Thankfully, I’m not you, working that hard would kill me before anything else.”

    “You’re the one with all the free time.”

    “Hah, not really, I don’t have much time, nor money, damn, what do I have to offer him?” I said thoughtfully, “But I try to find something.”

    “Money?”

    “Maybe you’re looking for trouble, what’s up, you’re just as annoying.” I grumbled quietly, and the other party burst out laughing, “Because it’s North, there’s no problem. Who can understand his craziness? Stop worrying about nonsense, it doesn’t suit you.”

    “I guess I’ve been a bit stressed lately, I’ve been focusing more on my studies.”

    Jo sighed, “Okay, now I feel better, thanks for listening.”

    “When did I listen to you? Have you vented enough already?”

    “Yeah, that’s it.”

    “Alright, glad you feel better.” I said, and we returned to the same car. I opened the car door, sat back in my original spot, and lay down with my head on his lap like before. He looked displeased, tried to push me off but didn’t succeed, so he reluctantly let me rest on his soft lap until the car pulled up under my condo.

    “What time is your football practice tonight?” Jo asked from inside the car.

    “Around five or six, what time do you get off work? Should I drop off North?”

    “I’ll call you around five.”

    “Okay.”

    Letting Jo and North say goodbye took just a few seconds before North walked over to join us. The three of us took the elevator to the seventh floor. While walking down the long corridor, I heard some noise from one of the rooms we passed, making North jump and cling tightly to the short guy, which irritated me. I grabbed the back of North’s shirt and pulled him away.

    “Ouch. That almost shocked the life outta me.”

    “It’s just noise from the room, probably someone moved in.”

    “Really, someone new moved in?”

    “Yeah, probably. If there isn’t, this condo is doomed.” I said, because it had been a long time, and there should have been new residents by now, especially since the condo owner gave the short guy a discount to move in cheaply to improve the condo’s reputation, with the idea that this floor was livable without any ghosts, not knowing that the ones who could live here were not afraid of ghosts – me, the short guy, and Meen.

    Speaking of which, I don’t know where she disappeared to.

    “Ha. I don’t trust it, Phipungto, scan if there’s anything.”

    “Nothing.”

    “What’s that?” North pouted, looking annoyed before stopping in front of the room, “Do we really have to go into his room to watch the movie?”

    “If you don’t want us to go in, I can go in alone.”

    “It’s already bad, we came early, and the room owner opened it first.”    “Keycard, please.” The short guy turned to me, asking for the keycard with his hand outstretched. And I wanted to say that if he made his voice a little more pleading, I’d give him the whole world, like shoving the entire universe into his hand, damn, he’s so freaking cute.

    “I’ll open it.” I said, trying to keep my cool. Someone like me shouldn’t lose composure over something like this. I pulled out my wallet to look for the short guy’s room keycard, but couldn’t find it, “Bad news, I think I lost the keycard.”    “…” The room owner immediately made a disgusted face at me.

    “I think you should have it on you at all times, losing the keycard is one thing, but the person who loses it is good. If I were the condo manager, I’d punch you in the eye.” North said with a scowl. I shrugged indifferently and opened the door to my own room, with the short guy and the freeloader following.

    “You guys choose a movie, I’ll use the bathroom for a sec.” I said and headed to the bathroom.

    When I came back out, I saw the two of them sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa, probably choosing a movie to watch.

    “Got it yet?” I asked, collapsing onto the sofa, pulling Dao’s arm to make him sit on my lap instead. North raised his eyebrows and smirked teasingly, “I’ll punch your mouth if you make fun of me, you bastard.”

    “Between the little brother and the nephew, why does it have to be sitting on the lap, isn’t there a chair?”

    The person sitting on my lap squirmed as if wanting to sit on the floor.

       Want to sit on the floor, huh? Oh, alright then.

       So, I moved to sit on the floor too, lifting the person slightly before settling down so he could still sit on my lap.

       “What’s this about?” He asked, not sounding too pleased.

    “I saw you wanted to sit on the floor.”

    “Not like this, though.”

    “Did you choose a movie yet?” I held his slender waist tightly, resting my head on his shoulder, glancing at the laptop on the floor.

    “We did, Phii, and I have to witness this love scene again.”

    “Yeah, that’s fine, you’re on my team.”

    “I’m on Kim’s team.”

    “Which Kim?” I asked immediately, not understanding when suddenly an unfamiliar name popped up. What the hell is Kim, and who is this Kim? “What, explain it.” I said firmly to the person sitting on my lap, who let out a small sigh.

    “No. Just a client.”

    “Damn, that doesn’t sound good, talking like that.”

    “See, your mind is only filled with crap.” North said, “Earlier when we went to pray, someone sent a message to Phipungto, named Kim…Kim what?”

    “Kim Tae Min.”

    “Yeah, that one. They’re a client wanting to set up a work meeting, but my gut feeling says they’re clearly trying to flirt.”

    “North, you’re messing with me. Just someone wanting to discuss work?” I frowned, “And are they Korean?”

    “Is there a Chinese person with a surname like Kim.”

    “Oh, I asked a dumb question, have you worked with them before?”

    “Hmm, once, about a year ago maybe, they wrote a novel and had me illustrate it.” He explained. I nodded in understanding.

    “And how do they flirt with you, North, stop making things up.”

    “Trust me, my Observation Haki Skills are never wrong. I can see the future three months in advance.” North said, with utmost confidence in himself.    “Really? Then why don’t you see what numbers the next lottery will draw?” I asked back, and he immediately looked annoyed.

    “Now you go and ruin it.” He said with a pout, “But they like you, I swear, this

    Kim. Last time I saw…”

    “Saw what?”

    “Let’s just say I saw.” North cut off the conversation easily when he couldn’t continue, “But you need to be careful. I really feel it. If you don’t believe me, let me touch you.”

    Then he reached out to lightly touch my arm before pulling his hand back.

    “See, I can feel it.”

    “What are you playing at?” I asked, laughing at North’s incredibly juvenile act.

    “Trust me, be cautious.”

    “North, you’re imagining things.”

    “Look, I thought I was just imagining it, but Ter kept saying this until Phii Hill started to get annoyed and went to handle it himself while Ter was still calmly eating his pork hot pot, completely oblivious.” North said with a serious expression, “Not to mention the guy who harassed Phoon almost got punched by me; I almost got kicked back when I was escorting my friend.”

    “You’re quite the friend-shield, huh?”

    “Let’s call it protecting friends, Phii, and I’ll protect Phipungto if you trust me to look after him and pay me monthly.”

    “Helping your husband make a living, huh?” I teased slightly, “It’s fine, I can take care of mine. But should we get rid of Kim now? Where is she at the moment?”

    “He was just here to talk about work.” He said wearily, “You two have already gone too far.”

    “Prevention is better than cure, right, brother?”

    “Yeah, better to burn him before he starts flirting with you, that would be bad.”    “Sigh, enough. Let’s watch the movie.” Said the person sitting on my lap as he reached to turn on the movie. The sound from the TV got our attention; the horror movie playing didn’t scare me or the short guy much, but the one who was most scared was definitely the one sitting next to us, hugging his knees under a blanket, visibly trembling. I thought he might need to go to the bathroom.

    “Don’t wet yourself, if you need to go, use the bathroom.”

    “It’s okay, Phii, I’m fine here.”

    “What do you mean ‘okay’, I should be the one saying that.”

    “We’re friends.”

    “It’s a bit too friendly, show some civilization, will you?”

    “Let Phipungto go to the bathroom.”

    “No.”

    “You’re confused, come on, come on.” He started to reach out from under the blanket and shook the arm of the person sitting on my lap hard, “Go pee.”

    “Sigh, how old are you again?”

    “Twenty-one.”

    “Sigh, okay.” In the end, I had to take North to the bathroom, “Let go a bit.”

    “I don’t want to let go.”

    “Normally, I don’t try to stop anyone from doing anything, but this time, please, Phii.”

    “Yeah, yeah, feel sorry for you.” then I let go of the person in my embrace, leaving just a faint scent and warmth behind. The person got up to accompany North to the bathroom. After a while, both came back, with the short guy looking like he wanted to sit somewhere else, “Come back to my lap.”

    “No.”

    “Quickly.”

    “Are you forcing me?”

    “Yes.”

    “No.”

    “You’re so stubborn.”

    “It’s not stubbornness, you’re the stubborn one.”

    “If you sit somewhere else, I’ll just carry you back to my lap anyway, what do you say? The movie is getting good, hurry up.”

    “Sigh.” He let out a big sigh before reluctantly sitting back on my lap. I didn’t care about his bored expression before holding him tight as before, “What are you looking at, North?”

    “Damn, just relax, pretend I’m not here.”

    “I wasn’t paying attention to you anyway.”

    “…Yeah, whatever, shit, the scene in the movie is so dark.” And then we continued watching the horror movie until it ended. North was a mess, his hair all over the place. The short guy, on the other hand, remained calm as if nothing was happening, even during the jump scares when North screamed, he remained indifferent.

    We chatted a bit until Jo called North to say he was coming to pick him up. I checked the time and saw it was earlier than we had agreed. I immediately knew how much Jo must have rushed his work to pick up North.

    “Off you go, Phii, off you go, Phipungto.” North said from the other side of the door.

    “Um.”

    “Yeah.”

    “Keep an eye on Khun Kim.”

    “Yeah, yeah, got it, I’ll deal with him tomorrow.”

    “Yeah, good, deal with the root cause, don’t just fix the symptoms, you won’t be able to convince him to give up in time.”

    “Sigh, enough already.” the short guy warned again. North laughed before quickly running off, the sound of his footsteps indicating he was really sprinting.

    “And what about Khun Kim?”

    “Do you believe North?”

    “Half and half, let’s say. Anyway, he won’t be able to flirt with you.”

    “Hmm, me too.”

    “Huh?”

    “Just kidding.”

    “Damn, what does ‘just kidding’ mean? Have I already won you over?”

    “Not yet.”

    “Alright, look, you’re dodging the question.” I said with irritation. He went to sit at the work table and picked up various tools, ready to continue painting. I sat down in the chair next to him, “So, what’s my score?”

    “Don’t know.”

    “Why don’t you know? You’re the one giving the scores.”

    “Umm…it’s hard to say.” He pondered for a moment, “But it’s not low.”    “See, a man has hope.” I said proudly and stole a kiss on his soft cheek. He turned to look at me, not too pleased.

    “I will deduct points.”

    “Why?”

    “Harassment without permission.”

    “Then I’ll ask for a kiss.” I said, planting another kiss on his soft cheek. This time it wasn’t accidental; it was forced because the short guy knew what was coming but couldn’t push me away, “There, I’ve asked for permission.”

    “Sigh.”

    “Sigh a lot, you’ll have a short life.”

    “Then I guess I’ll have a short life.”

    “No way, if you die, who will I be with?” I protested slightly.

    “Don’t know.”

    “If you die, I’ll use your body for experiments, find a way to revive you so you can stay with me.”

    “No matter what, I can’t escape it, huh?”

    “Yes.”

    “Hmm, maybe it’s not that bad, I want to try a revival, please take care of it.”

    “Yeah, you can trust me.”

    He didn’t respond, just continued to paint on the drawing of my mother. I sat watching with nothing else to do, which means I really had nothing to do at that moment.

       “Hey, I’m going to play football with friends, do you want to come?”

    “Are you Inviting me to play football?”

    “Yeah.”

    “No way.”

    “Why? It’s fun.”

    “I don’t like football.”

    “Okay, then come watch me play.”

    “No.”

    “Why?”

    “I don’t like it.”

    “Why don’t you like it?”

    “I’ve gone to watch before.” He said, his hand holding the brush pausing slightly,

    “and a football hit me in the face.”

    “Damn…and then what happened?”

    “My nose bled, lucky I hadn’t had a nose job; otherwise, the silicone would have gone straight into my eye.”

    I burst out laughing loudly when I heard that.

    “Come on, I’ll make sure the ball doesn’t come your way.”

    “Really?”

    “Really.”

    “Still no, mosquitoes will bite me.”

    “Mosquito repellent spray would be good.”

    “It’s hot.”

    “The weather’s cool there, the breeze is nice, the atmosphere is good, there’s light, you can paint comfortably.”

    “Why do you want me to go?”

    “Just want you to watch over me. Don’t you get jealous? When I play football, there are always people watching and asking for my number.”

    “Hmm, congratulations.”

    “Damn, come on, you should be like, ‘Oh, people are flirting with you? Then I better go watch over you,’ something like that.”

    “No.”

    “Be a little jealous.”

    “No.”

    “You’re so stubborn.”

    “No, I’m not that kind of person.”

    “Yeah.” I said, the short guy isn’t really stubborn. That’s true, like when his heart beats fast because of me, he admits it, he just said that for the sake of saying it. “Let’s just go.”

    “…”

    “Come on, I want you to come.”

    “You want me to be jealous?”

    “Yes.”

    “Better not.”

    “Why?”

    “I’m not the jealous type.”

    “Ugh, whatever.” I made an annoyed face immediately, “But seriously, you should be jealous of me because I look damn good when I play football.”

    “…”

    He didn’t say anything, just looked at me with an expressionless face, which made me laugh and playfully push his head, annoyed.

    “Okay, let’s go, I’ll pack your stuff, you get up and leave.” I quickly concluded and started packing his drawing equipment back into the same bag. He looked slightly puzzled before letting out a resigned sigh, allowing me to continue packing for him.

    After I had packed everything for him, I packed my own things. I took him to the football field where I had arranged to meet my friends, not really knowing why but genuinely wanting him there. I didn’t want to leave him alone in the room; I wanted him to sit next to me, even if he wasn’t going to watch or cheer for me.

       It felt comforting just to have him in my sight.

       “My friends are definitely going to tease me.” I said while driving. Although it was a holiday, in the evening around five o’clock, many people were still out for dinner, making the road near the university as congested as on a regular weekday at this time.

    “On purpose?”

    “No.” I said. I didn’t mean to bring him here for my friends to tease, the reason was just as I mentioned earlier, “Actually, I’m just protective of you. I don’t want anyone looking at you.”

    “No one’s looking.”

    “With hair like that, and you’re so cute it’s ridiculous.”

    “No.” He replied immediately, his voice as calm as ever.

    “What do you mean by ‘no’?”

    “Not cute.”

    “See, and humble too.” I teased, not really knowing why I was teasing him. The one being teased showed no reaction and didn’t respond, so I continued, “If not cute, then what?”

    “I don’t know, just normal, I guess.”

    “Just normal, fine, do people usually look at you when you go out?”

    “No.”

    “I think they do, but you just don’t notice.”

    “Really?”

    “Yeah, believe me.”

    “…”

    “Aren’t you going to ask why I’m protective and brought you here?”

    “No.”

    “Just ask already.”

    “Hmm, I am asking.”

    “Those people can only look at you, and besides, it would be nice to show off, right? Show off that my future wife is super cute, you bastard.”

    “…” He didn’t respond, just let out a small sigh, holding the bag with the drawing supplies I had prepared, looking out through the car window.

    We arrived at the small football field at the university; it was surrounded by a high steel fence to prevent the ball from flying out and hitting people or cars passing by. As soon as I took Dao’s hand and walked inside, everyone on the field started to turn and look.

    Of course, all these people were my friends, from different faculties but part of the same football club, so we knew each other. There were also some who I didn’t recognize, probably friends of my friends who were invited.

    “Hey, doc!” Tim was the first to approach, “Thought you weren’t coming.”

    “I said I’d come, didn’t I?”

    “Yeah, and who’s this? Your boyfriend?” He asked, looking at the person standing next to me.

    “Not yet, I’m still courting him.” I answered honestly.

    “Damn, cool. What’s his name?”

    “Daotok.” I answered for him, letting go of his hand to put my arm around his shoulders instead. He gave a small smile and nodded slightly to Tim in greeting.    “My name’s Tim, I’m Arthit’s friend. Wow, my friend’s going to have a boyfriend, you bastard, take care of my friend, please.” Tim smiled broadly back,

    “Everyone, Arthit’s here, let’s start the game again.” Tim shouted across the field, and everyone who had stopped running when I entered started moving again, ready for a new game.

    “Hey, it’s fine. You guys go ahead and play, I’ll just sit and wait.”    “Is that so? But hey, just a moment more, and my team’s going to lose, you bastard.”

    “So, what’s the plan, start over?” one of the friends shouted from the field.

    “Let’s continue.” Tim said, jogging back onto the field.

    “Arthit, you’re on my team, dude.”

    “No way, hey, Arthit has to be on my team.”

    “I’ll play alone.” I shouted back, “All of you, come at me.”

    “Fuck, you’re bold now that you’ve brought your boyfriend, huh?”

    “Whoever looks at my wife, I’ll poke their eyes out.” I smiled, as the whole field teased me before I led the person holding onto my shoulder to sit by the side of the field. I put down the two bags I was carrying, slid his equipment bag in front of him, “Is it okay for you to sit here?”    “Hm.” He nodded to confirm.

    “I won’t let the ball come your way. I won’t let anyone bother you, okay?” I said seriously while gently stroking his cheek. He pursed his lips slightly and nodded again, “It might get a bit chaotic, the mosquito repellent is in the small pocket of the bag, spray some.”

    “Hm.”

    I watched him prepare his things, helping whenever I could, like arranging his stuff or handing him things. He took out a large board and placed a large sheet of paper on it.

    “Hold this for me.”

    “Hm.” I murmured softly, holding the corners of the paper to keep it steady,

    “Then I’ll go now.”

    “Hm.”

    I changed my shoes and went to warm up by the side of the field. When they finished playing, they called me to join in, and we chose teams by drawing short or long sticks, then the game began.

    Once I was on the field after a long time, I felt a bit excited, but soon I got used to it and started enjoying it. I was focused on what was in front of me, the positions of everyone, the ball, and my direction, analyzing everything thoroughly. When I, as a forward, scored, everyone cheered happily before going back to focus on the next ball.

    During a break, I glanced at the person sitting on the sideline, and our eyes met. I gave a broad smile, and he returned a slight smile, which made me feel indescribably happy, as if something was welling up to fill my heart.

    “You score a goal and then give your partner a sweet smile, huh? You two are so cute.” one of my teammates teased. I raised an eyebrow at him.

    “Not my partner, I’m still courting.”

    “With this much attention, they’re practically your partner, coming all the way here to watch.”

    “I brought them here, I’m courting them, no one looks, you assholes.”    “Yeah, just by bringing them here, no one will look anymore. Hope they agree soon, buddy.”

    “Thanks for the good words.”

    “Damn, you’re such an asshole, is that a blessing or what?”

    And it was just as he said. Just by bringing him along, no one dared to look at him, even though he was very cute.

    When it came to halftime, I went to sit at the same table as him.

    “Did you watch?”    He nodded.

    “Was it fun?”

    “You’re good at playing.”

    “Me, huh?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Wow, you’re complimenting me again, I’m happy.”

    “People are looking.”

    “Who? And why didn’t you finish your sentence?”

    “They’re looking at you, a lot.”

    “Oh.” I turned to look at the girls around the field; on the other side of the steel fence, there was a seating area where people were watching. I turned back, uninterested, “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

    “No.”

    “Whatever, so how’s the painting going? Can I see it?”

    “No.”

    “Come on, you’re being jealous about a painting now? Let me see it. Normally, you’d let me look.”

    “This one’s different.”

    “Why? Fine, I won’t look then.” I gave up on asking to see the painting he was working on. Although I didn’t understand, I let it go for now, “Are you tired sitting here?”

    “Not tired.”

    “Hungry?”

    “Not yet.”

    “OK, then I’ll play a bit more.”

    “Hm.”

    And then I went back onto the field to play another round with the others, occasionally glancing at Dao who was painting by the sideline. I could see he was very focused on his drawing but tried not to look too long or too often so as not to lose focus on the game.

    As I thought, having him within sight really made me feel at ease.

    My team had won three times already and was about to win for the fourth time; we weren’t playing seriously, so we didn’t play for ninety minutes as per the rules. Plus, the field wasn’t very large. The first team to score three goals was the winner, then we’d take a break, recover, and play another round.

    Today ended with my team winning all five games, the other team losing every one. When it came to drawing the sticks, they all wanted to be on my team because I was the star player. I walked over to the short guy and found that he had already packed everything up.

    I changed my shoes and said goodbye to my friends for a bit. Since it was Saturday, they suggested going out for drinks, but I declined because I wanted to be with the short guy more. They were shocked because it was rare for someone like me to refuse alcohol.

    Because of my sweat, I didn’t dare to put my arm around his shoulder much, just held his hand and walked back to the car.

    “My friends all said you’re cute.” I said honestly since we had talked a bit on the field, and everyone said he was really cute, “At first, I didn’t feel anything, but the more time passed, the more I started to feel protective over you.”

    “…”

    “Can I be protective over you?”

    “Is it too late to ask that?”

    “I’m asking now. Even if I can’t, I’ll still be protective.”

    “Hm.”

    “Sigh, you, letting me do whatever I want until I’ve fallen for you, I don’t even know how far I’ve fallen, but you don’t know how many points I’ve scored.”

    “I don’t know, it’s really hard to say.”

    “Alright then, I’ll wait anyway.”

    “Hm.”

    Suddenly, he opened the bag that was on his lap, pulled out a rolled-up piece of paper, and unrolled it for me to see.

    It was a sketch of me amidst a crowd at the football field, bathed in light. My face in the picture was covered in sweat but with a broad smile.

    “Why did you draw me? I thought you were painting.” I said, utterly surprised, because I initially thought he was actually painting.

    Oh…that’s why he wouldn’t show it to me when I asked to see it earlier.

       “…”

    “Why aren’t you answering?”

    “It’s beautiful.”

    “Huh?”

    “Your smile is beautiful, I wanted to capture it.”

    “Damn.”

    I pulled him closer, pressing my lips gently against his soft ones. He pushed me away with all his might, but I didn’t yield, leaning in closer, one hand around the back of his head to keep him from escaping, softly nibbling on his lower lip as if asking for permission. The hand that was pushing me away began to weaken, his small mouth gradually allowing me to advance.

    I explored his mouth with my tongue, savoring the sweetness that felt like I had been craving for so long, sweeter than I could resist. I gently squeezed his slender hand, comforting him while he tensed up, unsure of what to do. I kissed both his upper and lower lips, letting Dao get accustomed to my rhythm. I sucked on his tongue intermittently, the person being kissed trembling and showing signs of inexperience, which only made me more eager.

    The smaller one began to breathe heavily, his warm, rapid breath beating against my chest as a sign he was running out of air. With great reluctance, I pulled away from his lips.

    Still not satisfied…

    I looked at his sweet face, flushed red all the way to his ears. I had never seen his usually calm face show such embarrassment, he was both adorable and teasingly tempting. I raised my hand to gently stroke his soft cheek.

    “Sorry, but I meant it.”

    “…”

    “I meant it because, honestly, you’re really cute.”

    Observation Haki; Comes from the manga “One Piece.” where “Haki” refers to the hidden power within a human’s body in the One Piece world.

     

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