2gether The Series 《เพราะเราคู่กัน 》Phraa Rao Khuu Gan
2gether The Series, Chapter 15: The Serious person who is a thug
I keep my eyes on Sarawat's thick palm, putting a few bags of snacks in my pocket. He lowered his head and focused on the guitar paddles on the table. He was engrossed and didn't seem to hear me.
T: "Did you hear what I said?"
S: "What did you just say?"
Because I interrupted him, he looked up at me with a disgruntled look on his face. The two of us were sitting at the marble table under the umbrellas, our two friends had gone to get food and hadn't returned, and it was just me and him, the two of us busy practicing our guitars like crazy for the famous concert coming up. It has to be said that the two of us are about to get really busy and busy before the concert.
T: “This guitar is mine now, should I give it a name?"
S: "Boring."
Bastrd, don't laugh at me if you can't help me, but he rolled his eyes when he looked at me with displeasure and asked.
S: "What name."
T: "A name that reflects my personal charisma.”
S: "Gross. (The idea here is to name the guitar with a passing taunt Tine)"
T: "...!" He replied without hesitation.
S: “That sounds really good."
T: "I hate you so much."
S: "Don't really hate me, but if you like me, just say so."
T: "You shut up." I hurried to interrupt him and thought about it.
T: "What about SCRUBB?"
S: "No good, it represents a group of people."
T: "How about Meuay (for tough)?
S: "You really have stupidity written on your face, not toughness." I got really angry and mentally cursed twice and brought his snack over to eat.
T: "What about Rosa?"
S: “This guitar is a boy."
T: "Guitars aren't puppies, where's the gender."
Sarawat didn't contradict me, shrugged and looked at me, and I was a little overwhelmed. But that means he's going to do some mischief.
T: "What are you looking at, isn't the food good?"
S: "I don't want a snack, I want to eat you.”
T: "Xsshole!"
S: "You're so cute.
T: "Don't look at me anymore, xsshole, don't want you to." I raised my hand to block Sarawat's face, so that he could only move out of sight.
S: "Won't let me see that means you want to let me do something else?"
T: "You always want to do something immodest with me."
S: "Because you're always stubborn and no matter what you say I don't want to hear it, I just want to grab you and bite you."
T: "Go bite someone and don't bother me."
S: "It's no fun looking at other people, but it's different with you, it's a prank to see you."
T: "Is this how you show love?”
It wasn't long before Sarawat leaned over.
T: “Think of names, lean over and do something."
S: “Think with your head, not your xss, and I say, why do you have to get close."
T: "You're laughing at me again. Really?"
S: "You troublesome, it's not like it's a final exam, no need to be so dramatic."
T: "Let's see what you think, who would name their name with such a shallow word called “Disgusting”?"
S: "How about the Troublesome.
T: "What?"
S: "I said the name of the guitar."
T: "Fvck off"
S: “Trickster."
T: "Who would call that name? Seriously."
S: "You."
T: "Is there anything else you want to say?"
S: "Protect it well."
T: "Oh."
S: "I love it so much, it's so cute and likable, I just want to cuddle it in bed all day."
Wait a minute, is this about the guitar or me, the bastrd. Looking at his expression, I didn't dare think much of it. I hate Sarawat when it comes to his flirting in public.
"Bastrd, bastrd. Everyone else is whispering about it.”
After a while friends of the two of us showed up.
"So jealous oh, we want that too."
Man: "Come to my room tonight."
Perk: "Why should I go to your room?"
Man: "So we can cuddle in bed, like some people, haha." With the Man and Perk show, friends are all about size. Hell, after watching this show, I mentally cursed Sarawat a hundred times.
Boss: "By the way, Wat, Chol called about that afternoon."
B: "We just met in the cafeteria and it made me inform you that a week off from the guitar club and next week's ball game is very important."
Wat nodded, but was still carefully selecting his guitar plucks.
T: "Do I need to take time off?"
B: “This is Dim, do you dare go see him?"
T: “There's nothing worth me daring." Why is my voice so shaky? There wasn't a single voice in the whole club that wasn't afraid of Dim's loud voice.
T: "Nothing, nothing, I'll speak for myself.”
S: "Are you coming to cheer me on?" The friend of Sarawat started laughing.
T: "Yeah, of course I have to go, I'm a cheerleader."
S: "It is forbidden to cheer for an opponent."
T: "My opponents are all teams that compete with Law Faculty.” I suddenly forgot that I had been eliminated.
S: "If you cheer me on, I will win."
T: "match with which faculty?"
S: "Faculty of Engineering."
Don't say win, hope is slim, anyone knows what an engineering faculty can do. They win the School Games every year, and have for six full years.
Man: "Did you two forget we were still around? I'm so jealous.”
Every time Man spoke I wanted to punch him.
T: "Spend the time spent teasing me on practice."
M: "Nice mouth, Tine, do you want to be kissed?"
T: "Bastrd."
M: "Still want to be “done”."
T: "Whose mouth is it?" Sarawat's voice was suddenly louder.
M: "Just kidding around, taking the pressure off. Why don't we make a bet?" my friends at Sarawat and I have let go, even Ohm, and they are picking teams to bet on.
Theme: “Tine, who are you rooting for?"
T: "Faculty of Engineering."
Theme: "What? We're all betting on the White Tigers, and you're cheering someone else on?"
The stakes were getting higher and higher, and I was already afraid to place my bets for fear of turning back and eating dirt.
T: “Those people have been winning for six years in a row."
"So what if we win."
"Here's the deal, we win, you go post on IG and say you like Wat.
T: "..." this is silly.
"Are you scared?"
T: "No way."
"Cowardly coward, you dare not."
T: "It's a decision, I'm not afraid, you guys are going to lose."
"Scattered, Wat hurry up, hurry up, get to class.
S: "Yours." He was holding a blue guitar pick.
T: "Give me something to do." I watched in silence.
S: "It won't hurt your hand to use this." Looking at him seemed a little worried about me.
S: "If you choose, give it your all, I don't mind."
The Sarawat bar guitar pick went into the box, then put my hand on my head and touched it.
S: "Even though you talk about cheering for others, as long as your heart belongs to me, I am not angry.”
T: "..."
Explosions, like a million electric currents running through my body, why do you say that, my heart kept beating, what should I do, oh my heart.
For the next few days, Sarawat has been diligently practicing football. Before practice today, he asked me to come have dinner with him.
S: "Don't want to eat?"
T: "I'm not very hungry, just have some cocoa, how about you?"
S: "I'm not hungry either, my stomach keeps lurching during training."
T: "Shiaa, then why did you call me here?"
S: "Just missed you, haven't seen you for days." It sounds okay. I actually don't know how far along I am in my relationship with Sarawat. Friendship or further than friend relationships, I'm not sure, but, like now, it's good to not want to know, for the time being, that's it. But as if it wasn't a good time to say I wasn't hungry, I suddenly had an appetite when I saw the cake on the next table.
T: “The cake looks pretty good."
S: "Order it."
T: "I'm going to get some pasta, do you want some?"
S: "No"
T: "Actually, this place is pretty good."
S: "Hmm."
T: "Apple tea looks good.
S: "Write it all down on the sheet." Sarawat picked up a pencil and a sheet and handed it to me.
T: "It's all ordered." To be honest, I was already hungry, but I had to eat less to save my face. When the food was ready, I began to gobble it up. Sarawat didn't eat and looked at me silently for about ten seconds.
T: "Sarawat, put your ear to it." I leaned into him, put one hand to my mouth and "Gee" I burped in his ear, Hahaha.
S: "If you have to be so loud, go vomit.
“Sarawat!" That's not my voice, a lovely girl suddenly approaches, it's Earn, a member of the guitar club.
Man said her face was so adorable that I was tempted to go flirt with her if I hadn't talked to Pear in the first place.
S: "Hello, are you going to dinner?"
E: "Right."
T: "Want to come along?"
E: "Good." Earn cheerfully obliged and sat next to me. When I first met her, apart from her beauty, she had a different personality from the others, a bit brave, studied architecture, loved music and played football with the boys, I really wanted to be close to her.
T: "Want to order something first?"
E: "Good." After ordering, we talked, I asked her some questions and she was the kind of girl who gets along, and the more I talked to her the happier I got, I never knew she was so attractive.
T: “Sarawat, after the game, don't forget to go to guitar practice, Dim tells you to not come like an old mother."
S: "After the game, everything was normal and my band had enough members.”
T: "You got a band already? Dang it, let me in."
S: "You should hurry up and practice the basic chords, and then think about forming a band. Fvck, always underestimating me, xsshole.
E: “The song list is already starting, I wanted to ask if you had any ideas."
S: "I want to play Destop error
E: “This song is hard.
S:" DCNXTR is fine."
E: "Also on the album, I know what you mean. (The next little paragraph is three people talking about some IG stuff, due to the machine flipping people refer to, I'm not sure what these bands are, so I won't translate it specifically.)
After the meal, Earn started talking to me and Sarawat while we ate. But they were mainly talking about music, and I wanted to say something, but couldn't interject, and I felt like a dog in this situation. Sarawat looked happy, he rarely talks to people and actually laugh. I'm a little upset somehow. Maybe I don't like being ignored.
T: "Ah so full.
E: "Hopefully there is more to someone than just sharing happy things."
S: "Want anything.”
E: "Share your meal money, haha."
Frankly, I have rarely seen Sarawat like this, except with me and his friends, and although he says he likes me, sometimes I feel like he doesn't really. It didn't feel much different with Earn than it did with me, or even better when they were together.
T: "You guys talk first, I'm gonna go to the bathroom."
They nodded, and I actually just wanted to escape the place, so I didn't go to the bathroom but went straight back to the dorm. It's so annoying, I've become the kind of cowardly person I hate.
The phone rang.
S: "Why don't you take my call?"
T: "I was just in the shower."
S: “Take a shower in the afternoon, where are you going, why did you just leave on your own."
Sarawat asked me a lot of questions, I didn't know how to answer, and I felt like I was angry.
T: "A little diarrhea from a bad stomach and had to go back first."
S: "what are you doing then?"
T: "It’s okay, I'm fine now."
S: "Honestly I'm worried about you right now, I'm done with practice, can I meet you at the dorm?" I really want to cry, xsshole.
T: "No, I'm busy."
S: "..."
T: "Sarawat, I ask a question."
S: "Hmm."
T: "Do you really like me?"
S: "..." I heard a sigh from across the room and he didn't answer me. He spend a lot of time admitting that he don't like other girls, even boys, and don't really open up to them. I promised to put everything aside to get to know each other because I wanted us to really know what each other was really like.
T: "I think it's better for us to take a break from each other's lives for a while and go back to when we didn't know each other, don't make phone calls, don't chatting, I think you can do that and you can also try to like people and thus understand yourself inside.”
S: "Why should I like someone else?"
T: "I don't know, in case, you really don't like me.”
S: "Are you crazy?"
T: "Yeah, I'm crazy, leave me alone. It's not me you like, it's Earn!" and I hurriedly hung up the phone, I didn't want to hear another explanation, I realized I was crying because I realized there was nothing wrong with what I said, I was afraid that he really liked someone else, and even more afraid that he would really treat everything between us as if it hadn't happened, and then not come to me. What am I going to do, for real?
My hunch was right, the next three days Sarawat didn't call me.
I restrained myself from paying attention to what was going on at the Political Science Institute, even though our building was right next to it. The first day he didn't call me, the second day arrived, I started to be troubled, and by the third day I even felt uncomfortable all over and felt tortured in my soul. What a strange day, the man who used to talk around me, he's gone. I've never felt this way before, and I didn't even know it was so lonely without him.
"Good brother, get me a cup of apple tea." I dragged myself and my friends to Jae Tun (the restaurant I went to earlier).
I went and told the three buddies because I was afraid they were going to cry on the spot and letting them go was the best way to go.
"Get me a green tea, what are you drinking, Ohm?" friends went to the front desk to order drinks, I found a table to wait for them, but unluckily I met the woman who was causing me pain.
E: "Hello, Tine." Earn came up to me and greeted me, I'm so weak for someone who hurt me on their first meeting.
T: "Hello." I greeted, but more painfully I saw another tall man-Sarawat who had just come out of the toilet, and my heart clenched.
I really want to die. He had said he liked me all day before, but I didn't talk to him for a few days and the goal turned to another girl.
T: "Did you guys come together?" I don't know why I asked her such a stupid question, but when I saw Sarawat coming this way, I immediately panicked. I didn't wait for Earn to get back to me I immediately ran to the other far table and turned on my phone to read the manga. Fong told me to call Sarawat, but I told him not to.
"Apple tea is ready." It wasn't long before I heard the sound of the meal being prepared, and without hesitation I grabbed my wallet and ran to the register, and in front of me was the boy who had asked me for Line that night.
What was his name again?
It's okay, don't say hello.
“Tine" gosh, I'm really crazy.
T: "Hello, here's the tea money." I gave him the money.
I've said before that Tun is a place where a lot of college students come, especially in architecture, so it's not surprising to see seniors here.
“Together?"
T: "Are you here to help Tun?"
"Yeah, studying is so boring, I'm here to play."
T: "Okay, then I'll go back to my friends."
"Okay, I'll catch up with you guys later for a chat." He reached out and touched my head, and I was a little confused.
I don't know when Sarawat appeared next to me, and he took the senior's hand and push it away.
S: "Let's talk." I heard a low voice that I hadn't heard in three days. He grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me out of the restaurant.
T: "What are you doing?" I sounded frustrated and sounded like a wife who had been cheated on by her husband.
S: "What's wrong with you, letting him touch your head so easily with his hands?" He looked at me angrily. [1] If you are not a close relative don’t touch a Thai person’s head... that’s like asking for trouble… head it the cleanest and feet are the dirtiest according to Thai Buddhism... Idk I’m not sure.
T: "What I'm going to do is my business, it's doesn’t matter to you."
S: "Why doesn't it matter? Would I have made it that far if I didn't care, chasing someone for a year, doing everything possible to get to you, TMD. how can you make me feel so breathless?"
S; "You're with him and you're complaining about things I haven't said yet."
T: "I wasn't with him either, I just came to dinner and stumbled upon him."
S: "So what? Tell me what's going on?"
S: "I tried to do what you said, didn't talk to you for three days, tried not to see you, but you know what the fvck, I'm so miserable that I feel like we haven't seen each other in a year, and I feel hopeless about us meeting, so this time I'm going to take my chances, do you understand?"
T: "..." I didn't say a word, my face was disappointed, the situation had changed so quickly that I felt like I was on the wrong side.
S: "I don't like Earn. we're just friends, will discuss songs together, and besides, she has a boyfriend, you understand?" Sarawat yelled, and I stood motionless in place.
T: "Sarawat." there was a long silence as I called his name.
S: "I'm pouting."
T: "Bastrd, I really want to hit you."
S: "So why are you mad at me?"
T: “The truth is that I thought you were responsible for you liking Earn and keeping me up all night long."
S: "So you want to be my boyfriend?"
T: "...!"
S: "Be my boyfriend and sleep soundly every night."
Here we go again, you bastrd, the heart is pounding again.
Good thing it's over, I'm no longer sulking at Sarawat, and he seems to be having a good time at team practice. Earn has a boyfriend, and he is a senior at the club. Mostly because of my jealous, I'm really blind. If I want to be Sarawat's lover, I admit I have a lot of concerns, like it or not I'm a little unsure, and I hope time will help me understand more. But that's okay, it's time to forget about it for a while, because the football game is finally coming up, the game between the engineering school and the political school is coming up, and after the Tun restaurant brawl, I rarely see Sarawat and the White Tiger Gang anymore, and Sarawat doesn't show up at the guitar club meeting.
I'm still the same, to be exact, and I want to spend time practicing my guitar too, since Dim is always yelling something in front of the club, but cheerleading practice is also in full swing, so I'll be spending time practicing.
"Won't learn.
T: "In a hurry to have fun?" I joked that the teacher hadn't even left the house yet, and the three friends had quickly put the books in their backpacks.
Fong: "Can't wait, we're going to be late, and I can't guarantee that we won't die badly."
T: Why?"
F: “The seniors are doing logistics to generate mineral water." If to anyone else, it seemed okay, but to Fong, it hadn't been the same since he'd fallen in love with a senior and had to rush off to flirt with his senior sister.
T: "Okay, let's go then." To be honest, I was in a hurry too, today was the most important ballgame of all, and the Sarawat fanboys and core cheerleaders were in uniform and sandals.
Freshman year wasn't very busy year for studying and not very stressful, but what was stressful was club activities that took up more time than the classes I took. All the important events are about me and why I attended them in the first place. I said goodbye to my friends and went to find the senior girl cheerleaders who were putting on Big Life's makeup. In the meantime I played with my phone until I heard the screams of students nearby. Suddenly noticed someone, the Sarawat I hadn't seen in too long, he hadn't gotten thinner or tanned, and the lovingly angry personality didn't seem to change.
"Sarawat, are you here for Tine?" The senior asked.
S: "Yes." Sarawat didn't deny it, one xss sitting on my chair, I feel like the chair is going bad, xsshole, so many empty seats, can't find another?
T: "You go sit there, I'm going to fall over, hurry up." I raised my voice slightly, but Sarawat ignored me, seemingly looking at me smugly.
T: "Are you trying to get hit?"
S: “Think so.”
T: "I will give you a punch.”
S: "Can you change it to ‘something else’?"
T: "..." Big villain, he really dared to joke whenever he is and could, luckily his voice was low enough that the people around him didn't hear, but even if they didn't, a bunch of people kept looking at us.
S: "It's been too long since I've seen you."
T: "So what."
S; "Why does your neck smell like pigskin." xsshole Sarawat.
S: "I especially like it when you get angry."
T: “That’s because you don't obey me.”
S: "I really want to bite you, give me a bite."
T: "Are you a puppy?"
S: "Can you bite me in the mouth?"
T: "I suggest you eat my feet."
“Tine, come make up." The senior interrupted our conversation before we really started bickering and I quickly got up to go put on my makeup, I couldn't keep the others waiting too long, there were quite a few more people to put on."
T: "Why are you following me?”
S: "Came to look at your makeup."
Senior: "Nong Sarawat is fine just sit there, just for a little while, it won't take long between.”
S: “Thanks."
“Tine wait for me, let me find the foundation color that best suits your face." The seniors went off to find makeup and it was my job to show my face completely.
S: "I'll get it for you."
T: "No need, I can do it myself."
He slowly helped me tie my hair back up and the whole room screamed. His hand was also too rough, stroking my forehead like there was a sponge mixed with sand rubbing against it.
S: "Is that okay?"
T: "As you wish." His handsome face leaned against me and made my heart flutter.
S: "You have a forehead as wide as a playground.”
T: "I hate you."
S: "Next time call a player to play with you."
T: "Xsshole."
Is this what happens when we get to know each other, and honestly, I just don't see the good in him and feel like he's attacking me all day. I sat in the chair facing my seniors like an angel bottoming my face, gentle enough that I was fast asleep.
S: "White skin seems to be all the rage right now."
T: "...!" I came to my senses.
"Not exactly white, Sarawat, Tine's pretty white already, that color I think suits him."
S: "Good foundation, but not a good face."
T: "Is it me?"
While wearing makeup in the back, Sarawat kept mucking about.
"Draw some eyeliner."
S: "He has black eyes like a panda, no need to draw more."
"Hit a little blush."
S: "Just like a baboon."
"Use a lighter lipstick."
S: "His mouth is like a fake one."
T: "Enough is enough, no need to melt.”
S: "Good, but you didn't bring any cleaning products."
T: “That's called makeup remover oil, you know?"
S: "Don't understand.”
T: “Then try to understand."
S: "And paint you better? It's kind of cute now."
T: "..."
S: "Does getting cute make people like you more? That's disgusting."
Then he got up and left the chair angrily and walked out of the room and the whole room fell silent, my heart oh...
The much-anticipated football game has finally arrived. The cheerleading squad I was in stood at the entrance to the stadium doing a cheer dance. Both tournament teams are ready to go on one side of the field. Members of the School of Engineering wore dark red, while members of the School of Politics wore white.
"Aaaaahhhhhh." Screams rang out around me that weren't for me, and I followed the cheerleaders as they were about to head back to the other side of the field, and players from both teams were also at the home turf, and as I passed the Sarawat, he touched my head, and then quietly moved on as if nothing had happened.
But it was as if my heart was going to jump out of my pleura.
"What Sarawat's doing over there? Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"My God, Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" I received countless fierce stares from the Sarawat fans before the athletes warmed up. I didn't know that this competition was so grand, even the usually dodgy White Tiger Gang was different today. The cheerleaders and fanboys in particular couldn't help but get excited when the White 12 showed up.
"White 12!"
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhh, Sarawat."
The whole field was on fire, and the students of the Political Science faculty wore different uniforms from today. Usually, when they normal jersey they wore clothes with "Sarawat" and the number 12 on the back, but today, they wore "Whiteomo" on the back to attract people's attention like a big house.
(*Sarawat just sounds the same as the person's name, but printed on the back it means some sort of temple site since Wat means Buddhism Temple. Not a Thai and don't know much about Thai culture.)
Man is no different, with his own big name on the back of his shirt.
"Man".
The referee blew the whistle in the middle of the field and the game was on the line. The cheerleader led us in a dance on the side of the field, but every time the ball went to the White Tigers
The side kick made my heart pound out and cheered them on, and I didn't want them to lose, even if I had placed a huge bet.
(This is followed by a description of the game, which I won't translate since I don't know much about football)
The game situation is temporarily that the College of Engineering leads the White Tigers 1-0. Every part of the field was filled with joy or regret, the game was still in progress, ending 2-0 at the half, the White Tigers were under tremendous pressure to leave the field for a break, Sarawat was sweating profusely and walked to his seat, the senior volunteers offered them towels and water, I sat not far away and watched them, not wanting to disturb their mutual morale boost and tactical deployment, except for one boiled egg who liked to mash me.
T: "You smell like sweat all over, stay away from me."
S: "I just love sitting here." I didn't want to influence him so I didn't continue talking, but again wanted to break the present silence, and after a while I reassured him.
T: "Don't overthink it, it's okay to lose." I mumbled something to myself, not sure if he heard it or not, it was probably a hard thing for him to do, but I was kind of happy because I was on top of the bet to win.
S: "I didn't think much of it, and I was especially happy when you cheered me on."
T: "Well... What were you thinking, wearing such a boxy piece of clothing today?"
S: "I'm fair-skinned and I fit in this." I don't want to make a scene in front of too many people, so I'll just shut up about it.
T: "Where's that old jersey?" The old jersey fit him well, and I thought that dress would bring him luck, but Sarawat didn't answer that question, and just sat quietly next to me. Some students shouted Sarawat to take pictures together with them, I picked up my phone to pass the boredom, and I found a new topic inside the Sarawat fan group, about his new clothes. And about him and me being in a relationship.
I sighed heavily because of what I had just said, and he came back after a while, standing next to me without caring about the others.
S: "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" looked at me from beginning to end.
T: "No."
T: “Ten minutes to go before the show, do you want to listen to some music to relieve the stress?" I suggested, and he nodded.
S: "Do you have headphones?"
T: "Hmm." I replied softly, then knelt down and took the backpack from the chair, felt for the headphones I'd been carrying with me, and handed them to him, who picked them up and handed me one.
S: "What do you want to hear?"
T: "You decide." I picked up one of the headphones he handed me and tucked it in my ear, waiting for the song he was going to play, indulge him this time, no matter what I said it wouldn't work, rather he needed to find a reason to comfort himself.
He clicked on SCRUBB's "For You.
On our way forward together, we will overcome
Sometimes they make mistakes together.
He'll be depressed. I'm always encouraging.
I hope you understand that I've given you everything.
S: "I hope you understand that I gave you everything." The sound of Sarawat entered my ears along with Meuay's voice, staring at me.
S: "As long as I'm with you, no matter how long it takes, I'll be there for you.
S: 'Not only that, but there's more good things to look forward to.'
S: "It's more than that, it's far from enough, if you just trust me.
We both laughed, the sound of his voice that made me laugh, and more importantly, I nodded, and I felt like I was slowly starting to trust him, and I was walking step by step towards him.
S: "You're here today and I don't want to bother with anyone else, I want you to understand that it's just me and you.”
"Haha haha, Tine lost the bet."
“Tsk, tsk, some people rush to make good on their promises when they lose." The voices of the White Tiger Gang kept spinning in their heads, and after they won this tense ball game, they surrounded me like terrorists.
It was supposed to be a 2-2 scoring end to the game, but the referee finally decided to judge the winner by defaulting the faculty of engineering’s goal, and the result was obvious, as Sarawat made it 1-2 on his own.
Eventually the bad luck came to my head and after the ball game, the cheerleaders scattered and the playground was just me and my friends and the White Tiger gang of bastrds.
"Okay, I'll post IG tomorrow."
“That's not enough, I don't want to muddle through so easily and post pictures.”
“There are no more pictures to post.
Ohm: "No need, I have, I sent you the photo." I hated Ohm, I thought he was supposed to not have a picture of me and Sarawat, but three seconds later I blushed and the picture that appeared in front of me instantly made me blush. It's that picture of me and Sarawat listening to music together, not to mention how happy we two little ones are.
"Isn't this picture great? The song looks great from the pictures."
"Hahaha haha,"
"post it out! Post it out! Post it out!"
"Hurry up, ugh, don't try to run away."
I turned to Sarawat to send him a look of help me, but he didn't seem to want to help me.
T: "Just send it, I'm a straightforward person, I can say." I took a deep breath, opened my phone with a shaky hand, then tapped IG. selected the photo Ohm had just sent me, didn't use any filters, but the text I hadn't typed in yet, I shudder to think what was going to happen next.
After finishing typing, I didn't dare look at what I'd typed, but by now I think they'd all seen it and let out a cheer. Sarawat didn't turn on his phone, then his friends read aloud, then he turned his head to look at me.
S: "Are you serious?" He looked down and tried to bite my head."
T: "Hmm."
The words I just typed were still very fresh in my mind.
@Tine_chic I likes Sarawat.
Sarawat brought his face closer to my ear, and I felt his gentle breathing irritate my neck, making it seem as if electricity flowed through me.
S: "Whatever happened on the phone, but I still want to say. Our team had previously negotiated to put a favorite on the back of the jersey, and Whiteomo meant you, little dummy.
T: "...!"
S: "I like you.
T: "...!"
S: "No, actually it's always been love.”
If that's the reply, I'd rather you call me a big dumb cow, counting me begging you.
#Sarawat fan group.
“The Political Science faculty was really good yesterday, turning the tide and then getting the win."
"Our hero won.
"He's so handsome, our hubby was really great yesterday."
"It's so dramatic, no matter what he does, he's handsome."
"Whiteomo, man, tee, boss, theme, all awesome.
“The White Tiger Gang is really good, but the best is still Whiteomo.
Dim: “Tine, what did I say before, you're an hour and a half late and forgetting the time, and still looking at your phone?"
T: "I see..." I was startled and immediately looked up at the man standing in the middle of the guitar room, and everyone was looking at me, feeling like Dim was coming to hit me, and I immediately shoved my phone in my bag.
Yesterday's match between the Faculty of Political Science and the Faculty of Engineering came to a successful conclusion with an unexpected penalty. The White Tigers broke a six-year engineering school record, and another equally hot topic was about the literal expression behind fan club uniforms.
As I just saw, some people are still screaming like crazy about the names on the back of the White Tigers t-shirts, and they created a topic to use to capture these pictures, and with so many names anyway, it shouldn't be exposed, and there's no need to worry about whether Sarawat can get rid of these guys anymore.
I'm going to back off the subject.
Should we quit... Bastrd..... I see the image below this topic refreshes every 30 seconds and wish his fan girl's phone burning out with comments.
"What did I just say, Tine?" asked Dim, focusing on me again.
He caught me looking at my phone again, and I'm afraid I won't be beaten to death here if I answer now.
T: "You're talking about music-related things."
D: "And?"
T: "We're going to have musical performances."
D: "And?"
T: "Practice harder before the next music festival." It's actually a clichéd thing, but in order to survive it, I'll have to rehash it.
D: "What are you going to perform?"
T: "Well, can I think about that a little more?"
D: “That's right, this festival is as usual, the first show is next Friday, so you guys have to get ready quickly to practice. The songs have to find themselves. This is important. Plus this show only puts new members on the field. So you guys have to put in more effort."
T: "What, just the new members?" When senior Dim finished, I jumped up in shock and all of them sighed and walked towards me. “Told you all about it, didn't you hear.
T: "I heard you." When, where, how? It was as if I had lost consciousness for three minutes because of the Sarawat thing, and I had wasted this time listening carefully.
"Groups that don't have a foundation also have to perform, and they have to perform in front of other groups."
"Help me, don't do this." I was in tears.
"OK, there's no need to discuss it, those that have started training can be scheduled to perform a little later in the program, I don't want to embarrass myself in front of the audience.
T: "Dude, can I ask if Pear is in the show?"
Pear hasn't been at the club since I didn't contact her.
"Pear is out of the club, don't you know.”
T: "Don't know."
"Everyone knows. Probably don't know because you go cheerleading. She said she was too busy with her studies to attend." I nodded my head in understanding.
That's okay, whatever you do, I want to thank you for that ice cream I bought you.
"Let's get our spirits up and practice, and tomorrow we'll come and ask everyone what song they've chosen."
Sarawat's team sat in the corner after the meeting, talking about their affairs.
And I didn't do anything, everyone was thinking about the songs they were performing, no one was bothering each other except...
G: “Tine~ What song are you going to sing?" Green chattered in my ear.
TMD, he again put his face to my hand bladder, I told you not to pull my clothes, hard to wash, hey, said is equal to say in vain.
T: "It's my business, you leave me alone."
G: “Then I'm going to go with the SCRUBB song, Tine was in love with someone through that song."
T: "I can't possibly like you, you know?
G: "Don't be such a jerk, it's very efficient to practice together. Whenever we're tired, we can sleep together." Sleep on your head, I'm afraid he won't sleep on his xss and squeeze people out of bed, who makes him so confident.
T: "What kind of medicine did you drink?"
G: “Tine, I still like you, I want to be with you." He said in a slimy voice.
T: "I already like someone else."
G: "It's okay to be my husband, although you like Sarawat, but I will accept you."
T: "You're crazy, get away from me.
G: “Tine, can we be lovers?"
G: "I can do it, Tine is just someone's wife, its okay."
T: "Wait a minute, there's no one like you on earth, I need to focus on my practice, one more word from you and I'll kick you out of the practice room." Green stopped talking after my threats.
Sarawat is still practicing guitar with his friends and I don't know what song to pick, but I should basically pick the SCRUBB band. Many songs have very simple chords that are not easy to make mistakes, while other songs have very difficult chords.
G: "Has Tine picked a song yet?"
T: "I said shut up."
G: "I can give advice, how about Born for Each Other, just because we are born for each other." [1] that’s the title of the novel.
T: "Are you crazy, take your medicine in time."
G: "You're being rude.
An hour had passed and I hadn't done anything, and God was Green bothering me so much that I found the pressure to be cool far outweighed the idiot.
D: "I have 20 minutes to practice, and then I'm closing, and I'm closing early today. TMD no one goes from the guitar room to the music room, even if the music room isn't Dim's responsibility," said Dim.
(The next paragraph explains the construction of the music room and guitar room in the building, so the machine will not be turned over without a clear indication. (Then meaning pretty much it's a hassle to close one and use the other) Anyway, I gave up after looking at it.
I've looked up a few songs on my phone to listen to, and there are about 4 or 5 songs in this playlist that I really like, but the chords are hard to decide on.
G: "Are we going to go out to dinner after we make contact?"
T: "Not hungry, don't want to eat."
G: "People are hungry."
T: “That's your business."
G: "Are they still practicing here? It's guaranteed to work."
T: "Stop asking and think for yourself. I pointed to his face and he quickly put two fingers back and pouted in anger.
After the training session, everyone left, and Green followed me like a parasite, dying to live.
This guy was stranger than usual today, and while he usually likes to grab me, it didn't seem as strange as today.
T: "Green, honestly, what happened to you today?”
G: "I just want to stay with Tine."
T: "Is that right?"
G: "Hmm." Just as he answered this, he suddenly went pale and suddenly saw Dim walk up to us.
D: "Do you want to be with Tine?"
G: "Senior Dim, I'm kidding.”
D: "Don't you lie, your demeanor is obvious today, and do you want Tine to be your boyfriend?"
G: "What's wrong, I'm single, do you have a problem?"
D: "Ai’Green." Dim reached out his hand ready to strangle Green.
T: "Wait, wait, wait." I hurriedly pushed them both away, feeling that at any moment a vicious battle would break out and Tine would have to be a good person to stop them. But really, all I could do was wait, which was not a good idea. I swear, the atmosphere felt even heavier.
D: "Who are you helping, Tine, or do you want to get beaten up with him?"
T: "No, I'm just not used to seniors yelling at juniors anymore."
D: "So what, you're his boyfriend?"
T: "..." I have nothing more to say.
S: "You mischief maker, hurry up and let’s go home" After a stalemate for a while, a pair of strong hands dragged me out and I turned my head to see Sarawat's handsome face staring me in the eyes.
T: "Wait a minute." I stood still and didn't move.
S: "Why, why are you minding other people's business, have you picked your song yet?"
T: "Okay, I'll go, and while I don't like the look on Green's face, I don't like what you're doing to the younger generation.”
D: "How do you know he's a junior?"
T: "Well, it's because you're older.
D: "Did he ever say he had a boyfriend?"
T: "Yeah, seems like there’s one." When I first met Green, I remember Green telling me he had a boyfriend.
D: “Then please remember, I am his boyfriend.”
T: "..."
G: "You are the ex-boyfriend." Green protested.
D: "How come I am an ex-boyfriend, when did I break up with you?"
G: "We broke up that day."
D: "You just broke up with me for two minutes. Is that what you mean by a breakup?"
T: "..."
S: "Go on, let them handle it themselves." I was a little messy, and then was pulled away by Sarawat and had no strength to resist.
T: "How long have you known." I asked to the man standing in front of me, taking a few deep breaths from the shock I had just recovered from.
S: "Hmmm."
T: "What do you mean?”
S: "A long time ago."
T: "But you didn't tell me."
S: "It’s none of my business, why would I say that. Besides, Green never does things that make me jealous." I felt his heavy snort take my unnatural breath away.
T: "..."
S: "Also, my wife is my wife. My wife can't be someone else's husband, mind you.”
Me and Sarawat, since we met, he said he liked me for a long time. He got me into the club and invited me to the concert. But I just discovered another fact, Green was still dating his boyfriend, and more importantly, Sarawat never let me know of that certain fact.
Honestly, someone's been ready to make me his wife for a long time, probably because he thinks I'm stupid, MD...
After guitar club practice today, I still haven't forgotten to carry that chagrined baby with me - the guitar. When it came time for a break, I sat down at a wooden table to practice my guitar.
I've already picked the song, it's "Happy" by SCRUBB. The chords are simple, but I still get stuck at times. I suddenly want someone to help me, I don't know where to go wrong when I play by myself, but it would be different if I had someone to guide me from the sidelines.
Thinking about it for a moment, I immediately took out my phone and dialed Sarawat's number. The two of us hadn't spoken today, and I wasn't sure if he was in a club or practicing football today.
After a while, the Sarawat finally settled the answer button.
S: "What's up?" Is this the first greeting of the day, xsshole, why do you say you particularly love me, but don't sound any more interested.
T: "Are you free?" I lowered my voice.
S: "Hmm."
T: "Where are you, the guitar club or still practicing football?"
S: "Ice cream shop."
T: "What were you doing there?" (Begin check-in)
S: "I was talking to my seniors about something, so I didn't practice my guitar.”
T: "So are you guys done talking? Come help me practice my guitar." That sounds good.
Like a little unkind, because I rarely asked him to help me, always thought he was scared to death.
S: "You didn't go to practice today?"
T: "I'm taking a break. Let me relax for an hour."
S: "Okay, I'm coming."
T: "Come a little later, I have things to do."
S: "What's wrong? Can you come up with anything original?"
T: "Noisy."
He'd probably die if he didn't laugh at me one day, xsshole. After a while, he came in with a sexy face, the cheerleader walked up to him and hit on him, and I waited for him for another ten minutes, the time I could have practiced twice. It's annoying. You really don't know how attractive his dead fish face is, no matter what the sex they are always after him, girl-boy, both. What's wrong with me and why am I so bothered.
S: "Sitting with this puffy face, why don't you come help me?"
T: "How nice." I replied softly, staring at the tall boy sitting on the bench next to me.
T: "See how pretty the cheerleader's face is when you're surrounded by schoolmates, huh?"
S: "Well, good looking face." I'm so sad that I didn't deny it.
T: "All right."
S: "But there's a cuter one in front of you that wants a bite, that wants a bite to eat, are you happy with that?" His eyes stared at me unblinkingly, his lustful gaze, his voice, making me feel bad, and I panicked.
T: "Be satisfied, look... Look at the chords." I hurried to open the sheet music to him, and Sarawat took it and looked at it for a long time without speaking, then broke the silence.
S: “Try playing a little first."
T: "Let's start with this side.
S: "Do it again." I just started playing the first chord, and he told me to stop.
T: "How do I play?"
S: "It's too low, tighten the strings a bit."
T: “That's better."
S: "If your right hand is hard, tell me." After saying that he moved a little closer to me and then wrapped his hands around my back, fingers on my hands to help me apply force.
S: "It's a chord in C major, right?"
T: "Yes." I answered softly glancing at his face, then focused on the guitar again, my body against his chest, my heart beating violently, wondering if he'd noticed me shaking.
S: "Hold the guitar like this, slightly angled, it's too stiff and you'll hurt your wrist." My right hand was gently tilted by his grip, which didn't seem too difficult to control.
Ohhh, I feel like I can't take it anymore, my body is going to explode.
S: "Let's try it together.”
S: "Does that sound better?"
T: "Well, it feels better." Don't ask me again, I feel like my ears have gone numb and my eyes feel black.
S: "Here, try this chord."
T: "Is that right?" I snapped, and at the same time, the Sarawat placed a slightly lighter finger on my hand.
S: "If yours feels right, it's right, try playing it."
I didn't crush to Sarawat, I listened to him, and just played the whole song, I was happy, I didn't feel any pain, and the “Teacher" who was guiding me was doing his best. It's weird that Sarawat doesn't tease me when I feel so warm, but it's hard to tell, and I should be annoyed if he goes back to being mean right away.
S: "Why did you choose this song, no one seems to know." We paused for a break, Sarawat asked. I've thought about playing some famous songs before, but I don't know if it's because I like to be different, so I chose a lesser-known song, but I like it every time I hear it.
T: "I love it, I feel so happy to hear this song."
S: "But after you play it, you feel less happy, because the chords are still hard."
T: "Don't Diminish my interest, I'm trying very hard, I like it, it's hard to get everything easily."
S: "Great, cool." You're mocking me, aren't you?
T: "I may not play well now, but in a few days, you'll see I'm doing much better than you think."
S: "I'll compliment you again."
T: "Be careful, haven't you heard it before, people who are looked down on are more motivated to fight."
S: "It's nothing, you're cool."
T: "I want to buy your approval and all the coldness about you."
S: "Money can't buy coldness, but you can trade."
T: "It's time to start talking nonsense again."
S: "I will exchange with the heart."
T:" Sarawat."
S: "What?"
T: "I'm ready to go back to the dorm, I want to throw up, xsshole." This guy jokes about everything.
T: "Don't joke like that, I want to throw up."
@Fameie: Teaching guitar, really don't care about us single dogs at all? @Sarawatlism @Tine_chic
This past week, I've spent a lot of time practicing my guitar, attending cheerleading practice, and preparing for my first semester final exam. Everything was so exhausting that I was going crazy. The only thing I'm happy about is that the weekend is coming up and I can go to bed without a care in the world, or go for a walk with friends. After the last session at 3pm. My friend and I quickly organized our things and ate underneath the teaching building. I saw the White Tiger Gang on the other side of the teaching building at the tip of my eye. (There's a bit of a fight between the White Tiger Gang and another gang, but it's so unclear that I won't translate it.) t/N this is a Chinese version of the novel... I just go along with what they have translated.
The White Tigers said goodbye to the others, and I went to the White Tigers, only Sarawat stood still, and he saw me go to him.
T: "Is class over?" This question feels a bit thoughtless, and I don't know what to say. Sarawat was sweating and his rough air swaying in the wind and I was even afraid he would faint.
S: "Hmm." He replied, then raised his uninjured left hand and touched my head.
T: "And then where are you going?"
S: "Back to the dorm."
T: "What were you doing before, did you have a fighting class at the political science faculty?" He was all over the place and fortunately, we were standing on the other side of the building and no one was gathered. This is the second time he's been hurt, the last time he was hurt he couldn't play the guitar, why can't you take care of yourself, I feel like I'm dead when you are hurt.
S: "It's okay, don't worry."
T: "You answered the question incorrectly."
S: “Tired today, are you going home, take me home."
T: "Where's your car."
S: “Taken it for a fix."
T: "So why don't you go back with your friend, Man's car is spacious."
S: "I want to trouble you, don't want to trouble Man."
T: "You wait here, I'll go talk to my friend." Sarawat nodded and followed me to the parking lot. I was going to take Sarawat to the hostel first before I got home and he looked really tired.
T: "Sarawat, come here." Fvck, he's so tired he feels like he'll soon fall asleep, and the atmosphere is quietly eerie.
S: "Hmmm."
T: "Are you okay? Let me know if you're not feeling well." I put his hand to his forehead to check his temperature, which I admit I was worried about, but don't usually seem to do. It wasn't long before he was downstairs in his room.
S: "It's okay, go back. Don't stop worrying about me."
T: "Wait, it's not over yet." Sarawat opened the door and got out of the car, but I was faster and quickly took his hand.
S: "I'll see you tomorrow then."
T: "Sarawat... I'm worried, please let's get to know each other."
S: "..."
T: "I know you'll refuse to answer those, tell me how you can guarantee you'll get back to the room safely. Because you always say, "Do you think being the center of your universe, never caring about the people around you, is what you want? Is that okay?" I said a bunch of words, uncontrolled by my brain.
S: "You're so annoying, don't think about it too much, we are just a little at odds with the senior."
T: "Which senior? What's going on? What's going on? Now that you're hurt, tell me quickly."
Sarawat refused to answer but nodded allowing me to follow him back into the room.
This room hasn't changed at all, it's the same as before. I went in, sat at the end of the bed watching as the tall boy pulled out the medical kit and placed it next to me, interrupting me before I could make a sound."
S: "Put a little on."
T: "Where." Looked at his hands still dripping blood and his face as if there was no sign of a blow.
S: "On the body."
T: "Huh?"
He didn't say anything more as I unbuttoned his student uniform with my hands, took it off and threw it in the basket as I looked at him covered in wounds and signs of being beaten. On the head, on the shoulders, on the stomach, all bloody scabs and bruises, he was hurt so badly that I could feel the pain.
T: "Who hit you?"
S: "Seniors.
T: "Faculty of Science and Technology?"
S: "No, engineering faculty."
T: "Is it because of the football game?" The Sarawat shook his head.
S: “They've been looking at me with displeasure for a long time, maybe I'm making their eyes tingle." He said it without expression, and for me, it was very painfully. Those guys were too cunning to go and punch him in the face, because they knew that Sarawat wasn't the kind of guy who would say he was beaten, and if I didn't ask, he'd probably be silent again like before. It reminded me again of the day I met him in Tun, which is no different from today.
T: "You've been beaten by those guys a few times.
S: “Twice."
T: "You were hurt that time before, too, weren't you?"
He nodded and I sighed, picked up the alcohol cotton and gently rubbed at his bleeding wounds, I felt like crying, it was so painful to watch his face help him scrub his wounds. He looked at me and seemed to want to hug me.
S: "Don't cry."
T: "Who's crying?"
T: "I'm not kidding you, Man is okay, doesn’t seem as serious as you are."
S: "He should be injured too, but it shouldn't be a big problem, those people are targeting me mainly."
T: "Damn."
That's all I can say, as if suffocating, his shoulders are skinned to the bone and alcohol alone is useless.
T: “This kind of wound needs to be anti-inflammatory, you wait, I'll go to the pharmacy and come back later.
S: "No need, just apply some medicine.
T: "It's no use.
S: "As long as you're here, I'll be fine soon."
T: "You're always so stubborn."
I took the ointment and squeezed it gently, applying it as gently as I could, and he turned to face me and looked at me for a moment, then leaned his forehead against my shoulder and told me it would be fine for an hour. I didn't want to say no, and looking at his wounds, I felt like he had not only been kicked, but maybe even whipped by someone else with a belt. I looked at him, there was nothing I could do, I didn't know how to help him, it was too painful.
T: "Who's going to bandage your wounds without me, or are you going to see a doctor yourself?
S: "Handle it myself."
T: "Didn't you say you wanted to share everything with me, from now on, please tell me all about you."
S: "I don't want you to worry.
T: “This only worries me more, turn around and I'll bandage you up."
S: "Just stay like this for a while, okay?"
T: "Well..." I couldn't say no, at least, to my shoulder to lean on. I now very much hate the old guys who beat him up, anyway, you get jealous when you see a popular freshman, on what basis.
I sat quietly thinking, one hand on my thigh, one hand gently helping him with the small wound, and after a while, Sarawat moved, rubbing my shoulder with the tip of his nose. I was about to push his head away and scold him when he bit down on my neck.
T: "You bastrd, it hurts." I really wanted to hit him, but couldn't bear to.
S: "..."
T: "Let go of my neck, Sarawat, let go of me." He didn't actually push too hard. I didn't bother him, but you should know that my heart twitched a little.
Playing with a puppy, and the dog bit me on the neck.
(The Sarawat room story isn't over yet, so I'll see you at the next P.)
S: "I don't feel like it hurts as much."
T: "Loosen your mouth."
S: "You smell too good to hold back."
T: “Then deal with the wound yourself." His handsome face drew back a little, looking sour. I slathered some ointment on my hands and applied it to my neck.
S: "It's all red."
T: "My neck? It's telling you bit too hard." Bastrd, I frowned at him.
S: "Not the neck, but the face."
T: "..."
S: "Your face is red and your ears are red, are you shy?"
T: "Who's shy? You're talking out of turn."
S: "Bandage the wound on my hand."
T: "You're on your own."
S: "Ooooo, I'm hurting, Ooooo hurt." I looked at the man who was struggling in bed, and I clenched my fists, he was trying to rouse the sympathy in me, even though there was almost no expression on his face.
S: "Hey, I'm sorry for your busy work just now, get me some more painkillers." Sarawat smiled, he rarely smiled, he didn't like to show his face, but he was smiling now, and it was a relief to me that although he was hurt badly physically, he didn't hurt much inside. After helping him with his wounds, Sarawat pulled out a white t-shirt, I got the painkillers ready and put them on the table for him, I looked like the wife was taking care of her husband, but this husband was an unabashed demon.
S: "So I take it we are not sleeping together?"
T: "No, you watch some TV and go to bed." I sat at the head of the bed with my legs crossed watching the TV, Sarawat leaning on the other side.
S: "Later."
T: "Okay, it's too late, I'll have to go back later."
Then we weren't talking anymore, and I kept switching channels, quite a few interesting shows, so much so that I fell asleep, and woke up to find the TV off and Sarawat no longer around. I rubbed my eyes and stood up, walked to the balcony and saw Sarawat sitting on the floor with his guitar.
T: "Your hand is hurt, be careful."
S: “Try playing that song of yours and see what's wrong with it, look closely."
T: “Touching." Despite the pain in his hands, he was showing me his guitar skills.
S: “The chords of this song are hard, be sure to remember."
T: "What if I forget."
S: "Everyone's going to be worried about that."
T: "..."
S: "If you're afraid of making a mistake, then stay here and I'll teach you when I'm healed."
T: "No lies, I won't fall for it."
S: "It's hard to get out when you're already trapped, all the way into my room." Seeing his wicked smile, my face instantly changed color.
T: "So I'm going home."
S: "Let's sleep together tonight, and you will comfort me that I still haven't recovered from this panic."
T: "Are you a three year old, are you that vulnerable, you just acted like an xsshole."
S: "My arm hurts."
T: "..." He didn't listen to me and started acting pathetic.
S: "My legs hurt, my shoulders hurt, my stomach hurt, and I was kicked several times.
T: "..."
S: "It hurts in the back too, they whip me with a belt." It's like a scene from a play. This is Sarawat, who his fans say is very serious, cold, quiet and harmful. I've seen him make all kinds of plays for me.
T: "Enough is enough, stop complaining, I won't sleep in your room. You don't have any clothes I can wear, a toothbrush, a mouthwash cup, and all sorts of things."
S: "Neither is a problem, I have them all in my room."
T: "Huh?"
S: "Bought it for you earlier." I froze and looked at Sarawat, this man is just a mindful boy, and he prepared for so long, just for today?
T: "I'm starting to get scared of you." I decided to stay away from this man in front of me and he didn't say anything. The air was very quiet knowing that the light guitar sounded. I honestly didn't want him to play because his hand was still hurting. So I was going to find a way to get him to stop playing.
T: "Play the game where you ask and I answer?"
S: "I don't play these boring games." Poof, desperate people.
T: “Then I'm going home."
S: "How can we play?" Saying it was too late, I moved closer to him and took a coin and put it in my hand.
T: “The gameplay is simple, you just flip the coin, heads, and you have to answer my questions, and on the flip side tails, you get to ask me questions." Some of the questions I've asked in the past have gone unanswered and now it's time to bring them back.
S: "Who goes first?"
T: "Me first." I flipped the coin, spun it for a moment, and stopped.
T: "Heads" is my turn.
T: "I ask you, since we met at the SCRUBB concert last year, did you follow me here to study?"
S: "Are you crazy, it's just a coincidence! Who followed you over here to study?"
After that it was Sarawat's turn, and he had a bad luck, and my turn to ask him again.
T: "When we got to college, did you know I was here too?"
S: "I was stunned when you first ran up to me downstairs at the Political Science Institute and you were really cute, that's why I said I wanted to kiss you to death."
T: “That's enough!" Another topic from this xsshole.
It was my turn again, and this time it was finally Sarawat who won.
S: "You've had a few girlfriends how many?" My knees seem to have been hit with an arrow, and unexpectedly, Sarawat wants to know someone else's love story, let's see, 1, 2, 3.
T: "Like seven?"
S: "Girlfriend or underwear, huh? Changing up so fast" I asked him as I spun the coin again in my turn.
T: "How about you, how many girlfriends have you had?"
S; "Only one." Why his mom said he never had a girlfriend turned out to be teasing me.
T: "Is that so.... Where is that person studying?"
S: "Here." The world is so small, I'm a little angry and don't know who to vent to.
T: "Which year?"
S: "Do you want to ask without spinning a coin?"
T: "Answer my question first!" Plus I'm going crazy.
S: "Freshman."
T: "Which Faculty's!"
S: “Law."
T: "Who?"
S: "It’s you, do you know?"
T: "I'm not your girlfriend yet.”
Shit, making fun of me again, I don't want to say anything more, I flip the coin again, this time lucky not to get to me, it's his turn. The only problem I hear is this.
S: "Do you like me."
S: "I'm not kidding."
T: “There are no answers, answering questions like that is not my style."
I immediately got up and winged the room to hide the food, ignoring the fact that he was sitting alone by himself, and he got up and walked towards the fridge, bending down to throw something in it, and I saw that his head was badly scratched, and then he passed me over to the microwave to warm the food and handed it to me after a moment.
S: "I know you're hungry."
T: "I didn't say that, and I'm going back, it's almost ten."
S: "Can you not go?"
He sat on the floor, his back against the couch where I was sitting, looking at me with pitying eyes, and I felt my hands tremble. I accepted his food and began to gobble it up, though I didn't say anything, but we had a good idea, and I'm sleeping here tonight.
(A short paragraph later describes Tine's fear of losing her first time, without going into detail.)
Sarawat rummaged through the cupboard for a new pair of toothbrushes for me.
T: "I'll take a shower first." Sarawat nodded, crossed her legs and sat on the bed, I clutched the towel and toothbrush tightly, took off my top, wrapped the towel around my waist and brushed my teeth in front of the mirror. Damn, I heard the knocking on the bathroom guys. I actually didn't care at first, but he knocked and knocked.
T: "What's up?"
S: "Let me in.
T: "For what?”
S: "Go to the bathroom" didn't sound like he was going to the bathroom, so I thought about it and decided to open the door down.
S: "Well, you are so white."
T: "Bastrd." Sarawat came in and looked at me, he casually wrapped a towel around his waist, touched my head, reached for the toothbrush on the shelf, squeezed some toothpaste and turned his head to look at me. I saw the scars on him again, from head to body.
S: "Not brushing your teeth anymore?" I brush my teeth with my head down and see him staring at me every time I look up.
T: "Looking at something?"
S; "Look at you."
T: "What's on my face?"
S: "Just want to see."
Think about it and deciding not arguing with him, brush your teeth, Tine, just imagine him not being around.
S: “Tine"
T: "Um drink um?"
S: "I can't stand it, give it to me."
T: "Shit!" That was quick, and I immediately acted angry, but he wasn't scared at all, laughing at me.
S: “That's cute, little dumbass, face is all dirty."
T: "Don't kid yourself.
S: "Do it again, right here, put your hand on it." Sarawat patted his forehead and I smiled as I took out the toothbrush in my mouth and tapped it, Dang it.
After brushing my teeth, I was so tired, I felt several times more tired than usual, and I was wearing his football shirt, the one with the word "Whiteomo" on it.
S: "What are you looking at?" I had a feeling he was seeing something.
S: "Where to sleep?"
S: "Bed, couch, or sleep with me."
T: "Dream on, I will take the couch."
S: "If you want to, turn off the lights." Great. He threw me a pillow, and...
After returning to bed, I stood there and helplessly went to the couch, and who would have thought, he just gave me a pillow. The bastrd turned the air conditioner to eighteen degrees, it was really cold, coaxed me to sleep here, only to leave me on the couch, hope I won't regret it tomorrow, I rubbed my hands in case I caught a cold, I mentally cursed Sarawat. ten minutes later, I didn't sleep, it was too cold.
T; "Sarawat."
S; "Hmm."
T: "Are you asleep?"
S: "Go to sleep." This xsshole.
T: “Turn down the AC temperature, I'm too cold."
S: "Come on, let’s sleep together."
T: "Won't." I kept my ears up for a long time, couldn't see what he was doing in the dark, until...
"Huuuu" I yelled as I was swept away by the tall body, and he slept on the couch with a blanket, his arms around me in case I fell off the couch, and I felt warm, but I still felt a little squeezed.
Bastrd, this little couch is too cramped.
T: "Go away, it's crowded."
S: "Given the choice of bed or couch, you chose the couch."
T: "I said I sleep on the couch by myself.
S: "But you didn't make it clear with me in advance, don't move, my wound will hurt, that's all." The blanket was covering me, I was held in his arms, it wasn't very comfortable, but I didn't fight back, I just let him do what he wanted, Sarawat's breath was blowing softly on my face, I didn't know if he was sleeping, I didn't hear another word, but it made my heart thump, I was scared, I was so scared he knew what I was thinking....
A week went by and Sarawat's injury was almost healed, but I still didn't know which senior had hit him. The White Tigers' friends were no better, Man couldn't eat big because of the lacerations in his mouth. Big, Boss, Tee and Theme, their wrists, fingers were broken, and even their shoulders were off white. This week they went to school like they went to the gym and quite a few people had some doubts about them, good thing most of the wounds weren't exposed and didn't cause too many new problems.
But to me, the question is who did this, and what people are so morally corrupt as to bruise their backs, just because they are jealous, MD.
I spent a lot of time practicing the songs I had prepared, even the entire break, and Sarawat started practicing his guitar once he was done resting, and he practiced more than he did with
It took more time before, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to keep pace.
They were in small groups, and I was the only soloist, and they were hoping to get me used to the stage this way, but had no idea how nervous I was, and I was worried that the guitar show would become my solo concert, and even though Sarawat came to my room every day to teach me to practice, there was no guarantee that I would not make a mistake by then.
"Hello everyone, the prestigious Music Society is partnering with the upcoming MU Music Festival and we will be hosting this much anticipated event at the university."
"IIII (cheers)," the head of the guitar club's publicity department got a response from everyone.
The concert will use the school's dedicated outdoor venue as a performance stage, and many students from the department will come to see it.
“The main purpose of our little event today is to promote the fact that all students can participate in the competition and then organize themselves to go to the music event next semester. But if you just want to be a lovely audience, we also have a lot of shows waiting for you, are you all ready?"
"Ready!"
"Let's welcome the CTRL+S Band to our songs!
"Ayyyy, Sarawat, Sarawat, Sarawat!" Though none of the members of this band are on stage yet, the fans of Sarawat know that the guitarist is Sarawat.
Yes, I concede defeat to his popularity.
"Hello everyone, we're CTRL+S. Today, I, Taem, will be the lead singer, on my left, are Jane and Earn on acoustic guitar, Sarawat on classical guitar on my right, and finally, the drummer for the band is Boom.”
"Yeah! CTRL+S."
“People have dreams and love, but it's always because of the difficulties that lie ahead that we lose so hopefully, hardship can be like smoke, and if we can get over it, one day there will be a beautiful road ahead and no darkness, so we bring you this track 'SMOKE MIST'."
The song comes on and I'm oblivious to this band and this song, but Sarawat plays in front of me every day and I can unknowingly sing along to them.
The stage was filled with excitement as the guitarist, drummer and frenzied vocals of the lead singer brought countless cheers to the Sarawat band.
There were a couple of songs played behind CTRL+S, and I only listened to one song and started to focus on reviewing the chords of my chosen song, and although I remembered them, I still couldn't contain my nervousness, and I kept thinking about the “This is my first time on stage" thing.
Twenty minutes passed and the other groups began to take turns.
“The first year pro group has performed, so below we ask the first year amateur group to perform and everyone cheer them on."
"Ayyyy!"
I turned to look at Green, who was the first on stage, with a face to die for.
G: “Tine~"
T: "Go for it." That's all I can say, but Green was still refusing to go on stage, and then his boyfriend, Dim, dragged him on.
He played the basic chords and the performance went fairly well, with a slight pause in places, and the show ended with a round of applause, but it meant...
“Tine is now on stage."
T: "Can I be on stage last."
"At the end of the day, it's all about the show, and getting on stage now can be a stress reliever." I was pushed onto the stage and cheers came from below.
"Haha, he's too cute for that." When I had to sit down in my chair, a burst of laughter came and I scratched my head in embarrassment.
After sitting down, I pulled the microphone closer to my mouth and interacted with the audience below, feeling like I had momentarily forgotten what I was about to say earlier and my mind went blank.
T: "My name is Tine, and I'm from Law Faculty."
“Tine's a cool guy," someone shouted from the stage, which made me feel a little more relaxed.
T: "Yeah, I'm cool tine. today I'm going to sing to everyone, and although I’m not very famous, I'm really trying.
"IIII (cheers.)”
T: "Anyone who can sing can sing along."
I set up the guitar and started playing the first chord, trusting that everything would go well. Today I'm carrying my baby guitar, “The Troublesome", and a lot of people seem to have their eyes on the name "Sarawat" on the outside of the guitar, but I have to focus and let the chords of this song come to me.
No matter how cruel the world may be.
There's no light, it's full of darkness and sorrow.
One person has a lot to deal with.
Maybe he can be hurt, but he's not hurt.
It’s over, I...
After I played these, my mind went blank.
It's over, I forgot, I forgot the next chord.
Everyone seemed to know why I stopped, and the only thing I could do was get help from someone or pray that someone would take me down, until I saw the Sarawat standing in the crowd.
He wrote the score on a piece of paper and held it up to me so I could continue to play it.
Don't forget, don't be afraid of what's around us.
To accept those....
Sarawat has helped a lot, and while I can see the chords, my concentration is all on the lyrics and I can't play them anymore.
At the moment, I don't dare to look at everyone's eyes, I can only keep my head down and get up my spirits to talk about the following paragraphs, but it doesn't help, I really don't remember very well.
"Just to be with you, just to be around you, that's enough, nothing more.
"Ayyyy, Sarawat"
"Ayyyy, hubby, I'm gone."
My song was picked up, and somehow, Sarawat came on stage, and I realized he was playing, and he turned his head to look at me, gesturing for me to let it go and sing along with him.
Just you and me, just because we're born for each other. There's nothing better than that.
You and me, no matter what happens to us.
Pain or pleasure, we can all take it together.
Suddenly the ukulele guitar sounded, interrupting the Sarawat's attention, and it was the White Tigers, led by Man, pulling the guitar to steal the Sarawat's thunder, and they didn't go on stage, just helping us both out, until the chorus part reappeared.
Don't be afraid of what's around us.
To accept that.
Can I be your lover, can I be your lover, Tine
Is that okay? There's nothing more important than that.
It's just you and me, just because we're born for each other, and there's nothing better than that.
"Ayyyy, ohhh, holy crap."
The lyrics were changed, I gasped heavily, I stopped, Sarawat too, and all were shocked.
Everyone was screaming, curious about who became my love interest. It's man.
Big, Tee and Theme.
Man: “Tine!
"Ayyyy" screams deafeningly, and Man smiled and nodded.
M: "I have something to say."
"Man likes tine?" some people started asking offstage, and I gulped.
"What I want is Tine can you be.... my friend's love interest."
"Ahaaa, who is it?" The people onstage began to scream inquiring.
M: "Accept him."
"Who?"
M: "A monkey."
"What the hell."
M: “The monkey who was sitting next to him, goofy-eyed, who is shy."
S: "...!"
M: "Get a move on, no going back, what are you thinking? Want me to flirt with him instead of you?"
S: "As far as you're concerned, he's mine."
"Ayyyy ayyyy, Sarawat!" screamed the crowd.
Sarawat looked at me, my heart didn't seem to listen to itself, it seemed to jump out halfway, what should I do, I had never seen a scene like this before.
S: “Tine.
T: "Shh. What?"
S: "Annoying."
T: "..."
S: "Be my lover."
~ 2gether ~
omg! omg! i love and hate public confessions.
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