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Dear started Monday morning by making club sandwiches with ham and egg filling, with tomato and lettuce before even half-past five in the morning. Even though he should have been knocked out asleep because he hadn't slept for two days, it turned out he kept hearing the word 'love' from someone else, until he had to get up to sit and listen to the voice messages Phîi Porsche had left for him.
There were many messages where Phîi Porsche told his feelings for Dear to know. But he chose to ignore them.
Does Dear remember the day I helped you change the showerhead?... I wasn't careless. Dear made me want to kiss you very much.
Dear, do you know that since you came to stay with me, I've felt that the condo room was like a home. I liked the feeling that Dear was in the room with me... let's go home, okay?
Dear, I won't let you go anywhere anymore.
Dear... I love you, Dear, Khrap.
There were many messages that were more than this. Every word, every sentence that Phîi Porsche told him made Dear smile alone. He didn't realize he had been sitting listening to these messages since who-knows-when, until he listened to the last message. He could only lie hugging himself curled up on the bed, burying his face in the pillow and smiling like a dim-wit.
"I believe... I will believe Phîi, Khrap," Dear told himself with a smile as he cut the sandwich into triangles, then placed it into a box with a light hand.
"What are you up doing so early?" Jae Dream's voice cut into his thoughts.
"Good Lord, Jae Dream. Bloody fucking hell, is it nine o'clock already?" Dear turned Whoosh to look at the person who spoke, before smiling widely to greet his Jae who was in a head-fuzzed state, which Jae Dream bared her teeth at. The young woman walked over to open the fridge, took out a water bottle, then answered her Nong.
"It's not as oddly surprising as you. Woke up before the damn rooster crowed because you were making breakfast for your Phûa."
"Hey!!! No, Jae. I made it for myself, hey," Dear said, making an excuse that made Jae Dream glance sideways at the things on the table, before raising the corner of her mouth in a smile.
"Heh. Someone the size of a little one eats huge-arse sandwiches two pairs at a time. If I believed you, I would have been born a damn buffalo."
"No, hey. Uh....the other pair is for Jae, hey. I made it already, will separate it for you later."
"Is that so, Nong Rak. And the one sitting pretty in the fridge, which damn dog did you make extra for?"
Silent... dead quiet.
Dear could only quiet down, smiling dryly. He didn't think Jae Dream would see it, bloody hell. Jae's is egg and tuna filling. Because he chose to love Jae more, he made it first and put it in the fridge, then came to make his own and for the person who probably hadn't eaten anything yet.
"If it's a damn dog, then it's a dog named Dream, hey," Dear could only mumble to himself. If he said it out loud, he'd definitely get his skull slapped again. He looked at the person who got water and was about to go upstairs, but still turned to look at his face.
"Don't forget what I told you, Dear," Jae Dream said, words that made Dear only make a bizarre face.
"But..."
"Whether you do it or not is your business. He did this to you. If you soften towards him, no one will blame you. Maybe tonight you might even give it up to him again. Who knows," Jae Dream said simply, then flitted back up to her bedroom, making her Nong just freeze, thinking about the conversation with his Jae last evening.
Creak creak
"Hey!" But before he could think further, his phone vibrated hard, making him quickly grab it. Didn't need to be told to know who it was.
"Khrap, Phîi Porsche."
"I'm in front of the house, Khrap."
"Good Lord, Khrap, Khrap. I'll brew coffee real quick. Then I will hurry out," Dear said tongue-trippingly, even though his cheeks were heating up. He didn't know if it was because he listened to Phîi Porsche's voice all night or what. Hearing the voice again... bloody fucking hell, I'm shy.
As soon as he hung up, Dear turned to brew coffee into a ceramic cup, grabbed the water bottle and sandwich box into a bag, then lunged to grab his school bag and slung it over his shoulder sloppily. After that, he carried all the things out of the house.
The image of the little one who hurried so much his hair wasn't even combed, both hands full of many things, made Purin, who stood waiting in front of the gate, smile widely. He felt fond of the person trying to put on canvas shoes and couldn't get them on, until he had to run dragging his shoes towards him.
"Phîi Porsche, help me hold this. Let me unlock first," Dear said as he got close, handing the things over the fence first, then hurriedly unlocked the house with trembling hands. Then came to stand red-faced in front of the person picking him up.
"Phîi Porsche, sorry, Khrap. I was in a bloody huge hurry...."
"Dear, later, no need to hurry...," Purin interjected while Dear was tongue-tripping, making him look up to meet Purin's sharp eyes.
"...I can wait for my romantic partner."
Thud
What did Phîi Porsche call me?...Bloody fucking hell, don't smile like that!
Dear widened his eyes, looking at the person smiling at him. And now, with Phîi Porsche in an fancy suit that enhanced his handsome face and tall frame, he looked even more bloody fine, making Dear's heart pound. Upon hearing the word 'romantic partner' ...he admitted that bloody hell, he lost his mind.
"Wh-wh-who is Phîi's romantic partner, hey?"
Bloody fucking hell, Âi Dear, don't get a sudden speech impediment!
It was a question that made Purin only smile, then turn to place all the things on the car roof. His sharp eyes looked into the large round eyes trying to avoid his gaze.
Slam
"I missed you."
Good Lord. Will Phîi Porsche make me have a heart attack first thing in the morning?
Phîi Porsche didn't just say it, he also used both hands to gather Dear's body into a hug. Until his white face buried into the shirt chest. His nose smelled a soft sunlight-like fragrance that made him restrain himself to the utmost of his ability from raising his arms to hug back.
I'm shy, bloody fucking hell. You're playing at standing hugging in front of the house like this.
"Phîi Porsche... We'll be late," Dear could only stammer a warning, making the person whose heart wanted to dash to find the little one reluctantly release the hug. Purin looked at Dear who bowed his head stubbornly, walked to get the things placed on the car roof, then stepped to sit in the passenger seat with a wide smile.
Even though he had slept only a few hours, he felt refreshed seeing Dear like this.
"Has Phîi Porsche eaten breakfast yet?"
"Not yet. I woke up and hurried here," Purin said, slipping into the car, turning to look at the person beside him who was clearly deliberately changing the subject. When he said not yet, Dear handed him a fragrant hot coffee cup, and also opened the box he had been carrying since first thing.
"Good timing... I made it for myself and there was leftover, so I made extra. Like repaying Phîi for coming to pick me up like this... mhmm!" Dear said, as Purin looked fondly at him who spoke but looked at the sandwich box, not daring to meet his eyes. As Dear started to veer to other matters besides the 'I missed you' from earlier, Purin's free hand grabbed Dear's chin, pushed it up, and leaned over to press a forceful kiss on the red mouth. Purin took advantage of the moment Dear was dazed, pulled away to place the coffee cup in the cup holder, then went back to hold Dear's neck with both hands. After that, he leaned down to press a heavy kiss on the bright-colored mouth.
Purin only realized while kissing Dear just how much he had missed the little one's kisses.
Thoughts of Purin who still pressed the hot kiss down more tightly. His scorching tongue tip licked all over the upper and lower lips, then pressed in at the moment Dear opened his mouth in surprise, until the tongue tip intertwined with the soft tongue that twitched away at first. Before Dear moved closer, and started... to reciprocate.
"Mhmm...," Dear let out a soft moan sounding in his throat, but no one paid attention besides the intertwined tongue tips. While Purin also firmly cupped Dear's white cheeks, until the sound of exchanging sweet fluid echoed throughout the passenger compartment.
By the time Purin chose to pull away from the red mouth, clear nectar connected them, indicating the intensity of the kiss moments ago amidst Dear's heavy panting with deeply red cheeks.
"My breakfast is bloody delicious. I want this every morning, Khrap."
Slam
Bloody fucking hell, bloody fucking hell, bloody fucking hell! What the damn is Phîi Porsche saying!?!
"Phîi Porsche, bloody fucking hell, is crazy! The craziest!" Dear could only bite his lip tightly, saying in a trembling voice since his heart was about to pop out.
What crazy thing is this, saying kissing me is delicious? It's a mouth, not damn ice cream to lick like that.
"Heh heh."
Don't you dare laugh with your two arses!
Dear could only complain in his heart. With a red face, pounding heart, wet mouth like this, who would dare look the person in the eye who moved to kiss his mouth again.
"Then does this mean you're not eating this?"
"Eat it, hey. Didn't I make it for Phîi?" Dear could only bite his own lip as Phîi Porsche was using his fingertips to gently stroke Dear's cheek, and still looked at him with a fond gaze. He was very, very gentle, so much that Dear's damn heart was shaking near to bloody death.
"Well... well, in case Phîi Porsche is full already."
"One kiss doesn't make me full, Khrap," Purin said with a smile, making Dear bite his lip sharply, shoving the sandwich box into Phîi Porsche's hand, then turning away.
"Then take the whole damn box," Dear said, crossing his arms and turning away, making Purin smile faintly. His heart, which had been heavy all night, lightened a bit upon not seeing Dear's resentful attitude.
"Thank you for forgiving me, Khrap," Purin said, pressing his nose onto Dear's cheek before pulling away to sit up straight in his own seat, making Dear glance sideways at the driver who was changing gears before they both were later than this.
"I listened, you know...," Dear said, Listening probably meant those many messages.
Then Dear continued softly. "I believe you, Phîi Porsche, Khrap."
I believe that Phîi loves me.
And that made Purin reach out to place a hand on Dear's tousled head and shake it fondly.
"Don't be any more attractive than this. Just this much, I am already done for, Khrap."
Dear could swear he wasn't shy. But from then on, he turned to face out the window. And the reflected shadow made him know how hard he was suppressing a smile.
It's not just Phîi who's a bit done for. I am crazy in love with Phîi to bloody death.
The beautiful Aston Martin spent over an hour on the expressway before pulling up to park in front of the faculty building of Dear who was roughly combing his hair with his hand, his mouth speaking hurriedly.
"Will you make it to work on time? Maybe tomorrow I should come on my own."
"I'm on time....it's not even eight o'clock yet. Really, Khrap. Lately, you might have to come sit and wait for class for a while. If it were later than this, I probably wouldn't make it," Purin said, shaking his head slightly, glancing at his wristwatch that told him he wasn't late yet.
And that made Dear turn to smile dryly, feeling guilty somehow.
"I was just telling Phîi that tomorrow I'll come by myself."
"I was just telling Dear that I'll come pick you up," Purin replied immediately, making Dear, who was worried about the back-and-forth commute, pause for a moment.
Dear admitted that it felt good to hear this. But honestly, he was afraid Phîi Porsche would bloody fucking die before making that damn witch at his house see his sincerity.
Purin placed his hand on the tousled head again, then gently combed Dear's messy hair.
"I said. Why wouldn't I be able to pick up my one and only romantic partner?"
Stop emphasizing the word 'romantic partner' with me, Phîi Porsche! Do you want to see me explode into bloody Cocoa Crunch?
However, instead of retorting anything, Dear looked up at his roommate who was changing status to something else with a dry smile. And when Phîi Porsche moved in to kiss him again, he could only raise his hand to cover his mouth first.
"Phîi Porsche... I have something to say, hey."
"Say it..."
"It's about Jae Dream...," Dear said, making Purin feel his hair stand on end upon hearing his close friend's name. He didn't know why. Until he had to narrow his eyes, looking observantly at Dear who had definitely been persuaded by his Jae.
And that made Dear quickly speak tongue-trippingly.
"It's about, uh....romantic partner, that's it, Phîi. Jae Dream said that Phîi Porsche is skipping steps. Since...uh... I have secretly liked Phîi like crazy alone. Once Phîi Porsche says love and we become romantic partners, it's too easy. Jae Dream said Phîi Porsche isn't showing sincerity for me to see. So if Phîi Porsche says we are romantic partners, to say it like this... I shouldn't easily agree to be with Phîi yet."
Good Lord.
Purin growled in his heart. He should have known what Jae Dream was like. If it's about her Nong, this young woman definitely bites and doesn't let go.
"Then what do you want me to do?" Purin asked, making Dear look up to meet his eyes, then answer in a clear voice.
"Honestly, I don't know, hey."
Purin, who was thinking irritably, immediately smiled. Even though he knew Jae Dream was sending a message to tell him... forbidden to do anything to the little one until she was satisfied.
Until he said simply, "That's fine. I and Dear can still be Phîi and Nong like before, Khrap."
Thud
Purin saw that Dear's face fell. Until he had to bend down to make their eyes level, then moved in to press a kiss on the red mouth.
"And I'm also the special Phîi who is the only one allowed to kiss this Nong... like this. Okay, Khrap?" Purin asked, making Dear press his lips tightly, looking at the older young man who trapped him in the seat like this. His large round eyes blinked rapidly before both cheeks heated up. He only understood the meaning now.
What damn siblings kiss each other? And a Nong like me also wants to be kissed again.
"So I'm both Phîi's Nong and little one, hey," Dear said, glancing sideways a bit, until he saw Phîi Porsche laugh. His hand shook Dear's head gently, and Dear couldn't deny that he liked this kind of touch.
"You can go to class now. What time do you finish today? Later I'll come pick you up," Purin said, agreeing to change the subject upon seeing that Dear was about to be late. And that made Dear shake his head Whoosh.
"No need, Phîi Porsche. Later, when I'm finished, I can go wait for you, Phîi, at the condo. What time do you finish? Come take me home then," Dear said, feeling quite considerate. This made Purin pause thoughtfully for a moment. Since he wasn't sure if he could get away today, his sharp face pressed down a bit.
"That works too... study hard, little one," Purin said, making Dear nod vigorously as he opened the car door. But he hesitated a bit, then turned to say softly.
"Phîi Porsche also... work hard, Khrap," Dear said, and immediately got out of the car, closed the door with a Slam, then ran kicking up dust into the building right away.
I couldn't help being shy. What to do? It feels like we're romantic partners somehow.
The image made Purin let slip a smile, then slowly drove the car out of the parking spot with a mood brighter than before.
That's right. I should hurry to work. Someone wished me well like this.
"Hey, you. I heard your condition was serious, wasn't it? Why do I only see someone sitting smiling like a dim-wit?" Sun asked, making Dear immediately look up from the game he was playing on his phone. Just in time to see his close friend throw his bag down Plop in the middle of the table. Moreover, Sun winked and leered at him. It made him pause the game before starting to open his mouth to curse.
"Âi-vile-friend! Âi-despicable-friend! Âi-ungrateful-friend! Where did you disappear to when your friend was crying as if about to die, hey? Âi-fresh-mushroom!" Dear shouted.
Yes, the person he should be the angriest with right now is this one. He couldn't find Sun. He was almost going dim-wit. Sun bloody fucking turned off his phone again.
To these curses, Sun said with a sly smile, "I went to raise a cat."
"Hmm," Dear said, thinking he and Sun were talking about different things. And the puzzled manner made Sun push his head hard.
"Whatever. You better not know..., and about you saying I didn't help. Do you know that your Phîi Porsche waited for me at the dorm for how many hours? Moreover, I was also threatened by Jae Dream. My life these two days has been like damn hell. My phone rings, I startle. I thought I was going to become an AV star," Sun circled back to the original topic with a straight face. Moreover, he sighed in Dear's face, letting him know that the person who 'didn't help' called his friend's phone almost burning up to find out where Dear was.
"Hmm. Jae Dream used that clip to threaten you again?" Dear asked, making Sun respond.
"Even without that damn clip, do you think your Jae couldn't threaten me?...I don't understand why Jae Dream is that scary. Why hasn't Phîi Tawan given up yet?" Sun said while making a horrified face.
Dear's Phîi has been courting Jae Dream for years. And if he bloody fucking succeeds, that day, this Âi Sun will move out!
A question that made Dear pause for a moment, then utter what he wondered.
"Yeah, I don't understand either. I also think Phîi Ryu hates your bloody face to death. Why do you still go pestering him like that?" Dear asked, making Sun grin.
"You just don't know. My Phîi Ryu is attractive in a different world compared to Jae Dream...," Sun said, making Dear blink.
"Since when has my senior become yours, hey?"
Thud
Dear asked because he was genuinely confused, using his large eyes to look at Sun the same way as before, but it made Sun, who accidentally let something slip, pause for a moment, before tearing into a wide smile.
"Aha. Jealous, or what, dear Mia?" Sun teased, making Dear just sigh at him. He couldn't help sweeping his eyes over his close friend from head to toe, then raised the corner of his mouth with a superior manner.
Well, not bad. Since having Phîi Porsche backing me up, I've become bolder.
"What do you have that can compete with Phîi Porsche? Let me ask. Heh. My Phîi Porsche is more handsome, richer, and has a better personality. Has a daughter that's an Aston Martin, hey...why would I be jealous of you?" Dear said boastfully, bloody careless whether Sun would curse him for being a damn troublemaker or whatever.
Yeah, I have happiness. Phîi Porsche bloody fucking said I'm a special Nong, hey.
Words that made Sun only cross his arms and smile widely.
"Oh. You admit already that you have a Phûa, hey?"
Thud
This time, Dear could only freeze, feeling his cheeks heating up somehow at Sun's teasing smile. Sun probably knew already what was between Dear and Phîi Porsche. But upon being clearly told he had a Phûa.... he didn't dare make eye contact, just stayed silent.
"You...do you despise me, hey?" Dear asked, as Sun could only make a bizarre face.
But Dear was really afraid if his friend couldn't accept that he liked...young men.
Dear's manner made Sun shake his head, then raise his arms to embrace Dear's shoulders, pulling him into a hug.
"Âi Dear. How many years have you and I been friends? If I despised you, I wouldn't have let anyone tease that you and I are romantic partners. And if you have two Nongs in an association supporting young men being together officially like me, these matters...are bloody normal. You worry too much, man."
Even though Sun pushed Dear's head away, Dear smiled. "And what will you tell Janjao and Bulan, hey?"
"Oh. I'll tell them you got a new richer Phûa so you dumped me," Sun said while laughing loudly, making Dear frown sharply.
"You know that I never had you as a Phûa, hey."
"Then want to try?" Sun made a sly face, moreover moved to pull Dear into a hug again. It made Dear raise a fierce smile, his hand waving hard at Sun's head.
"Take my foot to eat first, Âi-fresh-mushroom!"
The manner of the two friends arguing at the table under the building while laughing loudly made the person who had just stepped into the faculty turn to look. Then he changed the target from the lecture hall to the two friends.
"Oh. Âi Dear. You came back to snuggle against your ex-Phûa?" Shin asked, making Dear whip around.
"Ex-Phûa, my arse... Âi Shin-jang! What did you do to your head!" Dear, who turned Whoosh intending to scold those who always teamed up to tease him whenever they were together, was left speechless, staring at Shin who now looked completely different.
"I did not do it. The hairstylist did," Shin replied plainly. That was not like Shin-jang, to answer like that, before dropping himself into a seat, ignoring Dear's gaze that was fixed on his red head.
Yes, Shin-jang dyed his hair red. No, rather black with red tints, the kind that shone red under the light. And on his left ear there was still a small black earring. He had already been handsome before. Doing this multiplied his prominence tenfold, his bad-boy appeal a hundredfold. Surely, any young woman who liked the wild type could not help but fall for him. Dear swore he would kick Sun if they did not.
"When did you do that? Y-yesterday...," Dear asked, making Shin shrug.
"Well, when your new Phûa finally agreed to move his car out from in front of my house, I could take my car out. So I went walking in the mall. Then I felt I was bored of black hair. So I turned into the salon and told them to do any color as long as it was not black."
That is too damn artistic already. You actually let them pick a color at random!
Dear did not want to believe it, but Shin's appearance made him believe more than half that a person like Shin-jang would actually do such a thing. Meanwhile, Sun was looking at him with interest.
"Hey, you even pierced your ear? I never noticed," Sun said, acting too normally, as if dyeing hair was nothing compared to having pierced ears. The young man just shrugged.
"Yes, I pierced them since junior high. But I could not be bothered to deal with trouble during cheer training, so I did not wear them. Why, are you interested? Want me to pierce for you?"
"No, I'm afraid of getting tetanus... Hey, seeing you with this hair color makes a guy like me, the star of the faculty, look dull," Sun said jokingly, not very serious. But it was true, now that Shin-jang was already famous, doing something so striking would surely make him even more famous. Come to think of it, Dear just realized their group had started to attract far too much attention.
"Then you should do it too," Shin said, making Sun grin.
"Fine. How about green, then?" Sun asked, prompting Shin to nod.
"And let Dear do gold?" Shin suggested, making Sun laugh.
"Perfect, my friends," Sun said, as the two started talking in their own language again, leaving Dear frowning deeply.
"Wait, wait. Why must I do gold?" Dear asked, making the two of them turn Whoosh to look at Dear who still had not gotten the joke. Then both shook their heads, grabbed their textbooks, and got up.
"Let him remain confused," Shin said.
"Yeah. Ordinary people don't understand godlike young men like us," Sun added.
"Hey! Tell me first!" Dear could only stand up to follow, even though still frowning intently.
"Red, green, gold...what? Hmm...," Dear mused, then froze and shouted after the two damned nuisances.
"I'm not a damn traffic light, hey!" Dear's shout made Shin and Sun walking ahead laugh loudly, looking at the shorty hurriedly following. Even though Dear felt indescribably relieved, especially Âi Shin-jang who didn't ask him a single word, even though he knew everything that happened.
Thank you both so much, hey.
Dear could only tell himself in his heart. Saying it out loud would probably be embarrassing and wouldn't escape those dog-mouthed jerks teasing each other to bloody death.
Dear had just parted from his two close friends; Âi Shin-jang had people coming to ask for him, while Sun said he had to go find a senior (?). When Oat stepped towards Dear with the signature straight face of the cheer squad.
"Oh, Phîi Oat. Sawatdee Khrap," Dear said upon seeing Phîi Oat's face, remembering he hadn't thanked him for taking him home last week. Even though he was still confused about how he ended up sleeping in the room.
The manner of Dear, who raised his hand in a wai, smiling widely, looking at Oat with clear eyes, made Oat immediately realize that Dear didn't know what happened that night.
"That night....how was it?" Oat asked, making Dear think, If I answer him that I don't know, only know I woke up with marks all over my neck, will he think I'm dim-wit?
"Heh heh. Don't know, Khrap. Slept like the dead that night. Anyway, thank Phîi Oat again for taking me home...Hey!" Dear said, then opened his eyes wide and shouted, remembering something right away.
"I forgot to return Phîi's top."
Bloody fucking hell. Where did I put Phîi Oat's jacket?
Dear could only scratch his head roughly, remembering taking Phîi Oat's jacket to the room, but bloody forgot completely where it was now. If it's lost, that's completely done for. It looked like it was genuine leather too.
The manner of Dear trying hard to rack his brains about where he put Oat's shirt didn't interest Oat as much as the curiosity that had been with himself for many days.
"What is the person named Purin to Dear?" Oat asked, as Dear didn't notice that now Phîi Oat was calling him by his nickname, because the name of another person made him turn Whoosh to look, puzzled how Phîi Oat got to know Phîi Porsche.
The curiosity that probably transmitted through Dear's eyes a bit too clearly made Phîi Oat continue.
"He happened to be waiting to pick you up downstairs," Oat said in short words, making Dear smile widely right away.
Honestly, I'm bloody damn regretful that that night I didn't know how Phîi Porsche took me up to sleep.
...If Phîi didn't feel for me, Phîi wouldn't hug, wouldn't kiss, or wouldn't touch me like that night. If Phîi didn't feel for me, Phîi wouldn't have left marks on my body that night.
Yeah. I want to know how Phîi Porsche left marks on my body, what position...bloody fucking hell, Âi Dear, you're thinking dirty things again.
"Oh, oh, oh. Phîi Porsche, Khrap?" Dear said, his mouth answering Oat's question, but his heart thought of the person mentioned. His hand scratched his neck shyly, remembering the words from this morning.
"Phîi Porsche is my Phîi, Khrap." And sometimes also my owner, hey.
Dear answered and found it funny himself, not noticing that this answer made Phîi Oat let slip a faint smile, as if relieved right away.
"Good then...," Oat said, shaking his head, making Dear look up to meet his eyes, asking puzzledly.
"What did Phîi say, Khrap?" Dear asked, making Phîi Oat only say, "Nothing...you're going back now, right? Should I take you?" Oat offered, but Dear quickly shook his head Whoosh.
I didn't despise or resent Phîi or anything. Especially not being in the cheer squad like this, I felt Phîi Oat was kind. But...where did I put Phîi Oat's jacket? I don't even know.
"No need to take me, Khrap. Right now, it's still easy to find a ride. As for the shirt, maybe tomorrow...no, in a couple days, I'll return it. I need to hunt first. Heh heh," Dear said, meaning, Give me time to find it first, Phîi. Don't know where I stuffed it.
Phîi Oat paused for a moment, before taking out his phone. "Then let me have your number. When you get it, you can call to tell me."
"Good Lord, Khrap, Khrap. Sure, Khrap," Dear said, quickly giving his number right away. He didn't know at all that the senior in front of him was intending to...court him.
"Then I'll go now, Khrap...Sawatdee Khrap, Phîi," Dear said after exchanging numbers, quickly raising his hand in a wai, then dashed out right away. In his head, only the question: Where did I put Phîi's top?
But for Oat, "Just a Phîi, huh," Oat muttered, feeling the relief that the young man who punched him was just a Phîi to the young man he was interested in...
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