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“What do you want?”
“To sleep with you, I guess.”
"Chonnon."
Within a coffee shop not far from the university, two handsome young men of different styles were sitting opposite each other. On one side was the former, extremely handsome Head Wák with a stern, tense face, as if he were in a cheerleading squad room. On the other side was a handsome mixed-race young man with red hair, which he had just dyed, and model-like good looks. Even though it should have been a pleasant sight, why did it give the feeling that... they might end up in a fight?
“I am not amused, and I already said no.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you are boring, Phîi Oat?” Shin said casually and then raised his coffee cup to take a sip. But his sharp eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked at the person who let out a long sigh and asked again.
“If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, I am leaving...”
“I heard you have a race this Friday.”
Thud.
“Who told you... Âi Sai-fah?” Oat was immediately stunned, not wanting to believe the junior in front of him knew. But after a moment, he narrowed his eyes, easily guessing who had told him... Only one person in the faculty knew about this.
“How I know is not important, but I want a pass,” Shin said, placing his coffee cup down and leaning in a little closer. The interest in his eyes was clear, making Oat frown.
“There are no passes for anyone. And this matter does not concern you.”
“I helped you that day.”
Thud.
“Are you calling in the favor?” Oat asked, his strong voice deepening.
The listener merely smiled slightly, tapping the coffee cup lightly with his fingertip. It was clear the other party had no intention of taking him, and with such a stubborn person, what method would be most effective?
“No, I helped you that day as one human being to another... But to be honest, Phîi Oat, I am interested in the race. I want to know how they compete too. So, I am not using anything to threaten you or call in a favor. I just want you to take me inside." The listener was silent for a moment, looking at the junior in front of him before refusing.
“This event is not suitable for you.”
“Heh, even a strict Head Wák who lives by the rules can race cars, so how is it unsuitable for a rule-breaker like me?” When Shin retorted, the one about to refuse fell silent, before waving his hand, clearly indicating there was no way to persuade him.
“Do not bother. I am not taking you no matter what.” Faced with this clear, firm stance, the mixed-race young man was silent for a moment.
“So, you absolutely will not take me?”
“Yes.”
“Dear is sick right now.”
“What did you say?!”
Sorry, friend, but for this, I am selling you out.
Oat almost jumped up immediately. His deep, husky voice dropped even lower. His eyes widened slightly, clearly showing concern, even though he had no right to. That made Shin just tap his coffee cup thoughtfully, feeling that everything was starting to fall into place. No, Phîi Oat was easier to read than he had thought.
“What is wrong with Dear?!”
“I will tell you if you take me with you,” Shin said simply. Truthfully, his interest in Phîi Oat was significant, and the chance to see another side of this man that others did not get to experience was so intriguing that he had to use his friend as a bargaining chip. He wanted to know if it would be dangerous and challenging enough to risk his heart again.
The listener frowned sharply.
“I can call and ask Dear myself..."
“And Phîi Porsche will ignore the call, and even block your number so Âi Dear does not know. His Phûa is possessive, I am telling you.” The red-headed young man spoke directly, and it seemed to be a knockout punch because Oat's mood cooled down instantly. He even smiled wryly at himself.
“You know I have no right. Therefore, I do not need to know what is wrong with Dear. I am still not taking you.”
“Heh, you will take me.”
“Why do you think that?” the former Head Wák immediately shot back, which made Shin smile at him.
“Because you are worried about Âi Dear... You know, Phîi Oat, you are not hiding the worry in your eyes at all... So? Take me with you. You do not have to look after me; I can take care of myself. In exchange for news about Âi Dear." If Phîi Oat refused his offer, Shin would know immediately that this senior was not worth his interest. But if he agreed, he would be even more intrigued by that crazy stability for some reason.
This time, the listener was silent for a long time, his brain working hard. He stared into the eyes he found quite dangerous before sighing.
Like this, I cannot believe it has been months and I still cannot get over it, to the point where a youth is using it to threaten me.
“Then, do you know that if you go with me and I lose, you might become the prize for those people?” That was the reason Oat never took anyone to the race track. And even though he never agreed to people being prizes, it did not mean others did not do it.
“Heh, that sounds interesting. Is it a problem if it is a man?”
“It is for some people. And you should know well that... you are quite attractive.” The senior spoke frankly, which made Shin laugh. He did not know why, but he was even more interested in Phîi Oat now. He complimented him as attractive, but...
“But you are not one of them.” Yes, Phîi Oat did not look at him in that way. Shin continued, not seeming to care much.
“Then it is not a problem. You know I am a free-sex type. I can handle these things myself. So... will you take me?” Oat sighed again.
“Friday, 11 PM. Meet in front of..." Finally, the former Head Wák told him the location. The listener smiled, nodding with satisfaction. And when the other party was still looking at him, he answered the question a little.
“Âi Dear has muscle pain. He exercised indoors a bit too much. He has not come to class for two days. But you do not need to worry; the person who exercises with him is taking care of him. You do not need to butt in as a third wheel.” And Shin was still Shin, speaking bluntly without mincing words, making the listener clench his fist tightly, feeling like the person in front of him was rubbing salt in the wound.
Hearing that Dear is sick in someone else's embrace like this, I never wanted to know.
“It seems I have been tricked by you,” Oat said, standing up angrily and pulling out his wallet to pay for the coffee.
Snap.
But before he could put the money on the table, Shin grabbed his wrist first.
“And will you get back at me by losing the race?” Shin asked with a smile, raising an eyebrow. The other party just pulled his hand back and said in a stern voice.
“I never lose.” The look in his eyes made it clear Âi Oat was not dancing to the tune of being provoked this time, making Shin release the hand he was holding. He tilted his head slightly, watching the senior step out of the shop with a calm expression. After a moment, the corner of his mouth lifted, and he muttered to himself.
“And I have never wanted to win against anyone as much as I want to win against you, Phîi.”
Dear, I am telling you straight, I want this one.
Shin thought to himself as he continued to deal with his coffee, feeling that this Friday... would definitely be fun.
***
Phîi Porsche once said something, right?... That he would write the word 'apologize' for him again. But I never thought he would do this.
...I am sorry, my good youth. Let us make up, okay?...
A dull blue post-it note was stuck on the pillow in the bedroom of the puppy-like young man, who was feeling better enough to return to sleeping in his own room. His dazed eyes looked at the neatly arranged letters and he really wanted to ask the writer.
Are you really going to apologize to me with this method?!
Dear thought to himself, glancing at another colored post-it note stuck on the bedside table...
...Please do not be angry, my Dear...
Is that too sweet? What is with this baby talk? We are not youths anymore. But why... am I smiling?!
“When Phîi Porsche acts cute, it makes me unprepared. But seriously, this is not much of an investment.” Well, the post-it notes stuck in the bedroom, by the bed, on the edge of the dinner plate, even on the shampoo bottle, did not make his heart soften. It was just that... his face felt a bit warm, and he could not quite look directly.
Plus, recently Phîi Porsche has been incredibly indulgent.
Does Dear want anything? I will get it for you. Do you want to eat anything special tonight? I will buy it for you. Do you want to play games? I brought them in for you.
All sorts of indulgences that made the person who was called very stubborn feel his heart softening more and more. Especially after talking to his beloved Phîi Dream last night, it was even worse.
Porsche managed to get Patty's name blacklisted by all the major companies. If that girl leaves this job, it will not be easy for her to find another job elsewhere. And coming from the A.T. Group, that Patty will not have anywhere to cling to for a long time.
And is Phîi Porsche not afraid she will expose him or something? He was really curious. And that made his Phîi laugh over the phone, and Dear could swear Dream's voice was terrifying.
No, Porsche said that if Patty does anything else, he will not spare her face since they know each other. That Porsche has money, power, and many friends. Besides... that clip is in your hands. Let her try to do anything to you again. You can post it everywhere until she cannot stay in Bangkok anymore.
Okay, so my Phîi is the villain of this story, right?
Well, also, Porsche came to apologize to me for making you cry. He was completely deflated, you know, Dear. His shoulders slumped. He said he would not be careless like that again, and would not make you needlessly worry like this either. He seemed to feel very guilty.
Hearing this, he could not help but feel his heart soften a little. But what to do? These past two days still did not make up for the stinging pain of seeing his romantic partner being cozy with another woman. So, the puppy-like young man was still putting on an act, pretending to be angry and not talking, dragging his pale body to sit slumped on the sofa, and then he found...
I am sorry, my good youth...
Another post-it note stuck on the coffee table, which he pulled off and kept.
“Are you crazy? Do you have so much free time, Phîi Porsche? Sticking these on everything.” He scrunched his nose at the item in his hand a little, but could not help smiling. But then, the apartment door opened, making him quickly hide his smile, grab the remote to turn on the TV, and act like he was watching a cartoon until the person returning frowned.
“Dear, I am back.”
Silence.
Purin secretly sighed, looking at the little one who was hugging a pillow and not turning to look at him, until he walked past into the kitchen. He placed the food he bought on the table, then turned back to the living room where Dear was sitting watching cartoons.
Pat.
“Let us eat. I bought food. Are you hungry?” the young man asked gently, placing a hand on the fluffy head and stroking it softly. The listener just pressed his lips together, his eyes still fixed on the screen, and said in a spoiled tone.
“Dear does not eat bag-curry. You know Dear cannot have too much MSG. It hurts my throat.” He knew he was being spoiled, but he wanted to try acting like this too, while also glancing at the large person who frowned sharply.
Am I being an idiot?
“And have you taken your medicine? There is no cough medicine in the room. I will go down and buy some for you.” But then, Phîi Porsche moved to squat in front of the sofa where he was sitting, looking up to ask with concern. A large hand touched his neck and stroked it gently, as if it would help stop the coughing.
“And later I will make you porridge. Forget the side dishes. I do not want Dear to get worse.” The more Phîi Porsche spoke, the more the high-maintenance person's expression soured a bit, before asking.
“You do not think Dear is needlessly worrying... right?"
“I do not think so. And for me, it is not needless worrying at all. If Dear wants something, I want to get it for you.” Purin said with a serious tone, indulging the puppy in front of him. This made the listener blink rapidly, looking down at the hand holding his neck, and deciding to ask what he wanted to know.
“Are you indulging Dear because... hmm... you feel guilty for hurting me?”
I do not want to worry, but I am an idiot like this.
The question made the listener raise an eyebrow slightly, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to his forehead.
“I definitely feel guilty, but I would not do this for anyone else, you know. A special service for one special person only. So... stop being angry with me.”
"No!"
Of course, he felt shy, but why should he yield to the soft voice and warm demeanor? He stated clearly, even pouting to show that this would not soften his heart. That made Purin gently ruffle the fluffy hair.
“Fine, if you will not, you will not. I will go down and buy medicine first, then come back up and make something for you to eat.”
“Wait, you do not need to, Phîi Porsche. I have cough medicine with me.” And perhaps because his heart softened a little more, he did not tease the large person further, letting Phîi Porsche smile and go manage the porridge for him.
At first, I wondered if Phîi Porsche could even cook. After asking around, I found out that Phîi Porsche cooked for himself when he was studying abroad because it helped reduce his homesickness and missing things here. Plus, it was more delicious than the Thai restaurants there. Unlike... Âi Lex.
That close friend of his adapted as quickly as a chameleon changing color!
He really wanted to follow him to watch Porsche at the stove, but for the sake of his act, he forced himself to sit and watch TV. After a while, a fragrant smell wafted to his nose, along with the person who had rolled up his shirt sleeves entering with a large bowl. But instead of bringing it to him, the owner detoured to another low table and... picked up a pen and a post-it note.
I am not excited about what Phîi Porsche is going to write for me.
His mouth said that to himself, but his eyes were glued to that blue paper. And when it was placed in front of him, he glanced at Phîi Porsche a little, seeing the large person smile widely while also turning the rim of the bowl to show the letters clearly.
....I like your smile very much. Please smile for me, My dear.
Good Lord! Why does my face have to be burning hot like this?!
Dear immediately turned his face away, anywhere but the smiling face of Phîi Porsche sitting beside him. He did not know if he was imagining it, but that underlined part, 'My dear'... did it have some deeper meaning..... Was 'My dear' just a cute pronoun, or did it mean his name?!
“Let us make up, okay, My Dear?”
Ahhh! Do not call me 'My Dear'! I cannot take it! I am not listening! Not listening!
Snap.
"Ouch!"
The thought made him grab the bowl to hold it himself, but because he was not careful, it was hot, making the owner yelp loudly. Purin quickly grabbed the rim of the bowl, pushed it to place it on the low table, and immediately took the white hand to look.
“Are you okay, Dear?!”
“It is because of you, Phîi Porsche! It is because of you, only because of you! See, my hand is scalded!” The more embarrassed he was, the more he blamed others.
The listener turned the white hand over to look at the red mark. “Does it hurt a lot?”
“Not a lot, but it is your fault, Phîi Porsche! Saying crazy things I do not know!” The puppy quickly pulled his hand back, shaking it a little as if it was not a big deal, just exaggerating. This made the onlooker relax a little, but this time Purin held the bowl firmly and moved to sit beside him.
“I will feed you so you do not scald your hand again.”
“I-I have hands! I can feed myself!” The puppy tried his best to refuse, reaching out to grab the bowl, but the other party dodged. The sharp face was adorned with a wide smile.
“Here, I will feed you.” And the one who was weak against Phîi Porsche, upon hearing that single “Here,” could only avert his eyes elsewhere, before pouting with all his might. But he still preemptively added a little.
“Doing this, do not think Dear will soften.” He was actually extremely soft-hearted already. Phîi Porsche did not mind, besides blowing on the porridge and bringing it to his mouth, just like when he was lying helplessly on the bed. Each spoonful made the one being fed feel shy, but what could he do? He liked the feeling of Porsche pampering him like this.
Until the last mouthful entered his mouth, the large person said with a smile.
"I want something."
“You said you would not ask for anything..."
“Just your smile.” Before Dear could protest at the top of his voice, Phîi Porsche said with a soft smile, placing the bowl on the table again. Then he gently poked a finger at the corner of his mouth to indicate that today the puppy had not smiled for him even once. This made Dear press his lips together even tighter, looking at the eyes of the person who wanted his reward.
"Please~"
No, I am not softening. Not at all! I am not softening one bit! It is just that..... I cannot stop my lips from lifting up.
Finally, the cute face with big eyes, white cheeks, and red lips broke into a smile without its owner realizing. Just imagine Phîi Porsche speaking in a pleading voice saying 'pleeease'—who would not soften? Dear would go bow at his feet. So, instead of baring his fangs, it became... a pleasant smile that the reward-seeker smiled back at.
Purin reached out to gently stroke the fluffy head, before holding the white neck to move forward and press his nose to the prominent forehead, then whispered.
“Even if Dear is still angry with me, if I get one smile a day, I will have the motivation to keep apologizing.” Having said that, the speaker stroked the fluffy head once more, then took the empty bowl and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving the sulking person in his place.
Thump!
If this were a game, the character Dear would have exploded and died on the battlefield right now because his heart was beating so hard it was scary. His white face was bright red, and he was stiff from the warm voice that had spoken to him. He swore he had never been this shy with someone who was being soft and trying his hardest to apologize to him like that.
Thump-thump-thump-thump!
“Damn, damn, damn! Phîi Porsche is crazy... absolutely crazy... you psycho!!!” In the end, he could only punch the pillow forcefully as if to vent his embarrassment, muttering curses under his breath at the person who had gone into the kitchen, in a way that did not reveal at all... how good he was feeling.
And, no, not softening. Not softening. Gah! I will not soften! Sob.... but really, I am softening to death.
***
“Hey, you are not dead yet.”
“And what did you think, that the person walking here is a ghost or something?”
The next morning, Dear dragged his body to class. The moment he saw his face, his friend, who looked cheerful, greeted him in a way that made him want to kick him in the mouth. That made Shin smile widely before pointing to his own cheek and saying simply.
“I saw you walking here with dazed eyes and red cheeks, so I thought you were a ghost still attached to Phîi Porsche. Are you obsessed with his combo set or something..."
“What crazy set! Do not talk about this! You have no idea how exhausting it is!” Dear walked over and dropped his body onto the lecture chair, acting like he would collapse onto the table.
The exhaustion was not from that matter; after so many days, why would it not be better? But the dazed walking and red cheeks were because of the person who dropped him off this morning.
He emphatically told me not to ride a motorcycle or the wound would be disturbed. Yeah, no need to remind me, I know!
“Then tell me..." Sun started.
“Enough! Can you stop prying into my business for once!” This time, the puppy grumbled loudly, but his ears turned red to a scary degree, making the questioner just shrug, thinking it must be going well with Phîi Porsche. His demeanor had returned to being the same tease-able Dear, unlike Shin, who was looking at something that had peeked out from his small friend's backpack.
“What is this... Hmm, 'I am sorry'...”
Snap.
“Who said you could read that!” Dear looked up immediately, also slapping his hand over the post-it note in his friend's hand and gripping it tightly. His white cheeks changed color like a ripe ivy gourd. His mouth and throat trembled as soon as his friend looked at him with that single eye, quickly stuffing the paper into his pants pocket. Who would have thought that Phîi Porsche would stick one on his bag too?
So embarrassing!
“Ooooh, I understand now.”
“Understand your head,” Dear bared his teeth threateningly, looking at his mixed-race friend who was silent for just a moment before nodding to himself. His sharp eyes shone with understanding, making him feel hot and cold and strange. And when he asked, the friend laughed in his throat.
Yeah, you are handsome, you smile and look good, but do not make that face at me!
“You are sulking so he will apologize to you, right?”
Snap.
“Damn! Can you just pretend not to know one thing?!”
Who would not be embarrassed? I'm embarrassed! He was acting like a young girl waiting for his romantic partner to apologize. So what if people call him a troublemaker? And Phîi Porsche did not seem bothered; he was still indulging and willing to apologize to an idiot like him.
“Are you forbidding me?”
“Yes!” Dear said emphatically, releasing the hand that was clamped over his friend's mouth. He pouted to cover up the sudden flush of heat, then went back to burying his face in his own arms to end the conversation, while his faculty friend poked his shoulder hard.
“Hey, how did Phîi Porsche apologize to you? I want to know.” Sun asked.
“Do not interfere in my business!”
“Come on, in case my senior is sulking, I can use it.” Sun persisted, making Dear try to say sternly.
“A dim-wit like you cannot do what Phîi Porsche does. And do not copy him. I am possessive of what is mine. Use your own brain to think.” As his friend kept poking him, he finally looked up to scold him.
Why would he tell them how Phîi Porsche apologized to him? He knew others probably used this method too, but so what? No one who did it was as cute as his Phîi Porsche.
The demeanor of the puppy made his two friends turn to look at each other.
“Where is he sulking?” Shin said amusedly, making the other friend continue.
“Yeah, I think so too. In the end, you are just praising your Phûa.”
What could the speaker do but bury his face and cover his ears, ignoring everyone, escaping the truth that no matter how angry he was, in the end, he was indeed praising his romantic partner like they said.
It is because when he acts like this, how can I say Phîi Porsche is not cute?!
***
The moment he returned to the room, Dear walked to the refrigerator, intending to find something to eat, and found a blue post-it note stuck on the fridge.
I will be back late tonight, my good youth. I came in and made dinner for you. I remembered you wanted to eat this. I do not know if it will be to your taste....
The message made the reader frown, then turn to look at the pot placed on the counter. Just opening the lid, he saw a creamy white sauce emitting a fragrant aroma throughout the room. Then he turned to the counter and saw a large plastic bowl with a plate covering it. Opening it, he found yellow noodles, making him frown sharply.
“Spaghetti? When did I complain about wanting to eat this?...”
Thud.
But then Dear's eyes widened, searching his memories quickly and finding...
Dear wants to eat spaghetti. Dear can go find some to eat at the university, but there is only seafood. I already ate it with Khun Patty.
“Hey! I said that when that woman came into the room the first time, right?!”
Yes, and Phîi Porsche remembered. The sulking person smiled wider and wider, pulling off the paper stuck next to the plastic bowl.
....The salad is in the refrigerator....
The reader was puzzled about how the words 'good' and 'salad in the refrigerator' were related, but he turned to open the refrigerator and saw the fresh vegetables prepared inside. But more than anything, it was the small piece of paper that made him pull it off to read. This time, there was only one character.
together...
Even if people called him stupid or foolish, the puppy had to search for the next word because he thought it could not be just this. And he found another piece of paper stuck in the dish cabinet.
good... together... okay...
When he arranged the three pieces of paper together, the onlooker stared fixedly before slumping face down onto the black stone countertop, feeling weak. His cheeks were burning hot. He admitted that those three words made his heart soften... completely, utterly, and weakly.
“Who taught Phîi Porsche to act like this?! Like this, Dear will die!”
He would die from the cuteness of the person who found ways to apologize to him.
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