[T/N] I apologize for grammar mistakes and incoherencies
“Yes, we bought them as a pair but wear one each.” Talking about putting them in made my face feel hot. Damn, Bohn, he's such a tease. If I knew this, when I was piercing him, Phii Duen should have just pierced his ear right through, damn it...
“So cute, why choose earrings, dear?”
“Duen and I don't really like big jewelry, so we chose something small instead.” After saying that, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. He didn't forget to give a gentle smile that could melt the hearts of both women, yeah...go ahead, your dad, I always lose to you, my heart's beating all over the place, damn it.
“So romantic.” Daonuea twisted in embarrassment.
“Ha ha.”
“Annoying.” I whispered so only he could hear before scooping a big piece of galangal from the chicken soup for him. No ginger, here's galangal instead...eat a lot, you jerk.
“Are you jealous of me?” He feigned innocence with a smile, but his hand...your hand is touching my thigh!
“I'm not jealous, that's my mom and sister.” I pouted, pinching his hand once. He hissed in pain but quickly composed himself when he saw Dad watching.
“How long do you plan to be with my son?”
Dad crossed his arms, looking serious. This question made my heart skip a beat. True...I haven't thought about this since we started dating. He loves me now, but what about after this...just the thought of it made me unconsciously clench my nails, what's this. Just thinking about it hurts.
“Don't clench your nails, don't furrow your brows either.”
The person next to me spoke softly, his slender fingers enveloping mine, the warmth from him making me relax my frown. You...are really something, Bohn.
“Ah! How about getting a tattoo?” Mom raised her hand, mimicking the action. Normally, Dad would be scared and start to sweet-talk, but not this time.
“Let me ask you for my wife Fon...how long will you be with our son?”
“...”
“My son is unique, he's an idiot, slow to catch on. And this is the first time he's ever loved someone...honestly, I'm very worried.”
“So, what's your answer?”
“Forever.”
“Don't talk like it's a novel. If you're not as handsome as Jungkook, don't say such sweet things.” The reference to Jungkook...
“Don't worry, Dad. I still stand by my word that I'm serious. We love each other and will never break up...right?” You said that, why turn to me and say 'right' with that smile that won't stop? You damn bastard, it's like a yawn, you know? When I see it, I want to smile too.
“Don't mess with my son...you little brat. I'm warning you, if you hurt my son, you'll suffer twice as much.”
“Hurt in what way? Do you mean in every aspect?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“If it's the kind of hurt that feels good to him, does it count?”
“What...oh, that doesn't count, I guess.” Why does Dad know about that...
“Then trust me.”
“Shh, you're so annoying.” Dad grunted before turning back to his meal, while Mom and Miss Daonuea were still the same, hugging their arms and looking dreamy.
“I'll be with you forever, what about you?”
“Me? Hmmmm.” I pretended to think hard, putting my hand to my chin while the other looked at me with a smile, seeing my act.
“What do you say? Will you stay with me?”
“If I'm not with you, you'd definitely die, I pity you...I can be with you forever.” I shrugged and turned back to my meal. If we were alone, I'd probably have been teased by now.
“Hehe, oh! Something fell.” The other bent down to pick up a pen from the floor. I saw you throw it there, but whatever...I turned to play with my food, ignoring him. Maybe he was just farting, probably felt nervous being stared at by Dad. I'd be nervous too with that look, like he could eat my head...
Kiss-kiss
“Uh...” I flinched slightly when I felt a cool touch on the back of my hand, and looking down, I saw Bohn kneeling, kissing my hand. You!! What if others see this!
“Don't leave me, I won't be able to live without you.” The other looked at me pleadingly, his handsome face pressed against my hand. I smiled before slowly bending down to meet the handsome face under the table.
“I won't leave you, you fool. Leaving you would be like killing myself.”
I pressed my lips to his, because of you...because of you alone I've become like this. You've broken my heart, made my heart beat with your cheesy lines, made me...unable to live without you, damn it, you're the most annoying. You have to take responsibility by...
...staying with me forever.
Does the last flower have a shop, a gear, and a wife yet?
[Bohn]
“Dad, teach me how to do that.”
I walked over to talk to my dad who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, with that brat next to him eating watermelon. He's grown up a bit now, I hear he's eight centimeters taller, where's he rushing to, you little one?
“That?”
“Well...you know.”
Crunch!!
“Huh? Are you going to do it?”
“Do you want to do it, son?”
Both Dad and Ben exclaimed in surprise in unison. Normally, I'd never ask Dad to teach me anything. If I wanted to do something, I'd do it myself, but this time it's special...more than before. I used to make and then throw away, but this time it's not like that.
“Uh-huh, next week will be my and Duenhaw's anniversary.” After saying that, I raised my finger to scratch my cheek, trying to hide my embarrassment.
“Anniversary, anniversary...what does it mean?”
“Anniversary.”
“So, you want to make that for your partner, huh? Awwww, how, cute, heh.” The more you grow, the more you're like me, son, so much so that it's annoying.
“Reminds me of when I was young, oh, young love is truly wonderful.”
“Dad, can you stop being so sweet with Mom?”
“Ha ha.”
“So, Dad, are you free to teach me?”
“I'm free...but I teach tough, man.” Dad rolled up his sleeves to show his muscles...or should I say, bones, to be more accurate.
“I can handle it.”
“We'll see about that.”
“You'll see a big lump, brat.” Your mouth, Ben...it's like mine, I'm starting to wonder if we're really brothers or if we're actually father and son.
“If you can handle it...then let's go! We're wasting time.” I nodded in response and followed Dad into a certain place.
...I do this for you, damn it, Duen.
“Boss, do you have a word that means 'damn tired'?” My friend looked at his best friend, who was stressed about work. I don't know if the teacher hates him or what, making him revise and revise again. I feel sorry for him...but I haven't passed either, my dear friend.
“Tired? Like 'grap-lua tee pree pree'.”
“Huh? What kind of 'grap-lua' is that?”
“'Grap tua lua pree grap lee plao plao', sss.” Boss repeated before sucking on his bottle of tomato juice with tamarind, I think the sentence before was shorter, and there wasn't any 'grap tua' or 'pree pree'.
As for the tamarind juice...(Afraid of getting sued, please allow me to censor it.)
You're amazing, my friend, for finishing that whole bottle. Even Bihn gave up. He reviewed it for me, saying, “About the taste of this tomato-tamarind juice, I can tell you...just one touch, and it makes your balls shake up to your heart. When my tongue touched it, my heart fluttered away into the distance. Oh, the taste is like being kicked by a transvestite buffalo at the end of an alley in Thonglor. What the hell is this, tomato flesh or uterine cancer cells? The dog vomit is so dry, damn...but it really makes you fair, but, but, but, but...if I have to drink this for fairness, I'd rather stay dark like a betel nut.” and then he walked off to the bathroom with his balls shaking, =,_,=
“The one before was short, right? Did you add stuff?” Phu, the tattoo artist, furrowed his brows, next to him was Tee eating bread baked with fish sauce and topped with strawberries, the smell is terrible, I must say, please, Tee...have some mercy on your stomach, friend.
“Well, people need to develop, just like vocabulary and language.”
“Yeah, yeah, one more phrase...'I don't want to study anymore,' how would you say that in your language?”
“Pa-la-mib khimib pid pid.”
“Huh...that's enough, you bastard, I shouldn't have asked you.” Tang...I think you should have stopped a long time ago; talking with Boss never gets to the point.
“Oh, come on, dear, look at him talking.” Boss hugged his husband's arm quietly, rubbing his head against the broad shoulder, fluttering his eyelashes coquettishly.
“Uh...” Merk raised his hand to stroke his best friend's head to soothe him. You guys look more like a couple every day.
“Bohn...”
“Hmm, what's up, you genius?”
“Every time I look at your earring, it annoys me so much. It's been almost a year, and I'm still annoyed.” The other flicked my ear where the earring was. Damn, that hurts like hell now, has it gotten more painful?
“Why be jealous when my partner does more for me than that?”
“Cheers...fair enough.”
“That's harsh, man.”
I didn't know how to respond to that.
Today is the one-year anniversary of me and Duen. Even though time has passed, we're not much different from when we first started dating; the only change is that my love for him grows every day...it's exciting, but it's true.
“Oh...wait, I just noticed, there's something engraved on it.”
“What does it say?”
“Get a camera to zoom in, Bom.” After that, it was chaos. The jerks crowded around like I was an alien being studied by scientists. Honestly, it's not surprising they just noticed because the letters are tiny. When King pointed it out on the first day, I was stunned...he's really a god, that guy.
“B O...N, that's enough, I know what it is.”
“Me too, annoying.”
“Should we just tear his ear off?”
“Yeah, love each other so much.” After getting the answer, the quartet, consisting of Bom, Boss, Tee, and Tang, made faces of disgust, heh heh.
“If you're that possessive, why not write it bigger, or just buy something that clearly shows ownership?” The same King asked, an interesting question...
“I didn't put it on to let others know we're dating.”
“...”
“I put it on to remind myself who it belongs to.”
“...”
“And to remind Duen that he's mine, heh.”
“Done, disperse.”
“Haha.”
“Love is like an earring. Even without a pair, it can be cool.” As we all started to quiet down, Boss spoke, looking out at the road. We're at the football field in front of the faculty. There aren't many people around, just dogs and us...why does it seem like we're all the same?
“How can you call that love, you bastard?”
“It's secret love.”
“How is it cool?” Bom continued asking. You too...I told you not to talk to Boss, he's all nonsense apart from some pseudo-wisdom. He even created a Line group with friends at the university, with over 400 members, named 'There's really wisdom here, don't you know', haha.
“I don't know either, I just want it to rhyme.” The speaker shrugged indifferently, picking up another bottle of tamarind juice to drink. Your city gates will definitely collapse, Thanarit...
I stopped paying attention to them and looked out at the empty field. Today, I planned to take Duen somewhere; he doesn't know where yet. I just told him we'd go eat some sweets, and he nodded in agreement without asking where. I like this about him...so easy to fool, haha.
“Bohn!”
I turned to the voice, seeing a slender man jumping and waving this way from the road, with four others following behind. Duen was carrying a bag of something. This scene looks familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before...
“Hello, everyone.”
“Pay respects to the Buddha.” King said, waving for the juniors to sit down. There's plenty of space since there's no one here but us...
Oh, where did all these people come from?
I looked at the crowd that had come to claim seats at the tables and on the grass. They pretended not to notice us, but I could see they were glancing over from time to time. They probably followed Ram's group. That's how it is with good-looking people...why wasn't there anyone when we were here? Am I not handsome enough?
“Shit, everyone's here.”
“I'm glad...not for any particular reason, just that there will be more people to catch the punchline.”
“What is Phii Tee carrying?” Phu...despite looking fancy, he's actually quite tacky.
“Kmanry.” No, please...don't think it's luxurious or expensive, 'Kmanry' is read as 'K-man-ry', from 'bread' + 'fish sauce' + 'strawberry'. You know who came up with this name, right?
“Haha, let me smell it a bit, ugh! The...smell.”
“Try it, it's imported, the smell might not be great, but the inside is amazing, bro.” Phu seemed to believe, slowly moving his hand to touch the durian lightly. I couldn't stand watching anymore. For the sake of being my wife's best friend, I'll save you this once.
“Phu, trust me...don't eat it.”
“You say so?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I won't...I'm scared since you said it.”
“You bastard, Bohn. You always block me!” Let go of your little brother, stop looking for prey, please.
“Bohn.”
“Huh?”
“Do you have water?” I nodded and handed a water bottle to my lover. When someone as goofy and smiley as Duen wears a piercing, it...looks good, so good I want to put scotch tape over his ear so no one else can look.
“Hey, you buffalo...where did you go to get your face this red? I told you not to be out in the sun too long or your skin will get damaged, what if you faint from the heat?” I took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweaty face. Did you go running like a buffalo or something?
“Uh, went shopping, just ran into Phii Froeng and Mai, he's gotten even fatter, this big.” The other spread his arms in the air to indicate the size of the ice cream tub, is that a cat or an armed tank...
“Really, where did you see them?” I asked, still wiping his sweat, his sweat was running so much that his student shirt was soaked, thank god he was wearing a tank top, or I'd go crazy.
“At the market behind the university, they were shopping with Phii Thara.”
“Oh...should we go there?” I asked, my watch showing it was 5 PM, but I wasn't serious about the time since no matter if it's morning, afternoon, or evening, that place is usually not crowded.
“Talk to the boyfriend first.”
“Whatever, because the one I want to be with is you, heh.” After saying that, I squeezed his cheeks, he pouted in annoyance but smiled, wow, you're embarrassed now, huh?
“So sweet, I've got no more comebacks to tease them. Do you have any, Bom?” Tang propped his chin, looking at us with boredom. Maybe you guys should stop teasing us for a bit.
“Me? I'm out too. Tease him, Merk.” Bom nudged Merk, who was sitting next to him. The one nudged looked at me for a moment before saying something decisive.
“Ugh...”
“Haha, that was supposed to be teasing, right?”
“Ugh, are you going to leave me, Duen?” The annoying wife ran over and clung to the fool's arm, making whining sounds, rubbing her head against the other's neck. Hey, that's too much, I'm going to slap you.
“Sorry, Phii Boss, our story is in the past. Teachers and students can't really love each other.” This one loves to play around, shaking his head like it's difficult, slowly removing Boss's arm while sending a pained look that was annoying to the other. You probably don't have acting skills.
“Boss is coming for me...”
“Do you want Phii Boss, Phii Merk? He's my ex.” Duenhaw crossed his arms, smiling wickedly, his eyes telling a story. I shouldn't have let you hang out with Boss so much, and with Phu as an additional option, it's getting worse. I'll take you for therapy with Ram, Duenhaw.
“The past of those behind...is the hope of those in front.”
“Mak-ka-do yang ta-kaeng ping, pu-ing pu-ing mae-kanin ko krai yiao hi hi! Shit...Merk, are you scheming? Planning to wait until we run out of punchlines to claim the throne of bad puns? You're terrible! Don't expect to win the crown!! If I knew, I would have saved some punchlines.” You...swear to speak human language.
“No...but if I do get the crown, I'll give it to Boss.” The one being scolded smiled, gently brushing the hair off the other's face.
“Yay, good job, darling, kui pad ta-mee-a.”
“Translate, please.”
“I love you.”
“Hehe.”
We...are still in the Bohn Duen story. Not Merk Boss, please don't steal our scenes.
“Final lament...a gibbon is still a gibbon, sigh, when will God send me a handsome man as per the plot? Not handsome is fine, but please let him be rich, huh! I don't know how to lament anymore. Maybe in my past life, I committed a grave sin by chasing everyone in the city with long beans, 'I will kill you, Burengnong! Die, you servants', definitely...it must be. In that case, I need to atone for my sins by growing long beans to offer to the temple...if they're long and big, maybe they can be used for something else, huh, hehe.” Haha...
“Damn, Ting, you're as pitiful as me.” Tang patted his friend's shoulder. They were both sitting on the grass. Uh...actually, there's still space up here; you don't have to go to such lengths to sit down there.
“It's not the same! You have the chance to get a husband.”
“But I have no chance to get a wife!!!”
“Then...join the bird club with me, my dear friend, come on.”
Oh wow...I feel sorry from the bottom of my heart.
We kept chatting, everyone was just like when we first met. Tang is still cute and has his creepy surgery game obsession, Ram is still quiet, Phu and Tang are still lively, King is still artsy, Bom still forgetful, Tee still developing his devilish recipes, the silent husband and annoying wife are still...yeah, the same, and King is still “bird-like.”
“So, you guys are coming to my farm again, right?”
“Yeah, we'll be bothering your mom again.” I said, feeling bad for his family. When we go, there are usually twelve of us, and the meals aren't small, beds and everything need to be prepared.
“No, come in big numbers, my parents love it.”
“I'll buy a collar for your dog, Sai Bai Prua, Duen and I have to go, bye.” I waved goodbye to the others in the fan group...sigh, no matter how many times I say it, I just can't get used to it.
“Yeah, yeah, don't overwork yourselves, you've got school.” Ting shouted after us, and Duen's face turned red.
“Yeah! We know, we only do it on weekends anyway.” I shouted back, deliberately letting others hear to tease my lover.
“Damn, Bohn!”
“Ouch, why hit my shoulder when you're embarrassed?” To be honest, I'm used to getting hit by him. Oh well.
“You deserve it.”
“You deserve it too, heh heh.”
“Huh!”
“Yeah, you deserve that.”
“You bastard!”
“This bastard is your husband.”
“Oooh!”
On the way to the car, he protested a little before quieting down from exhaustion. In his hand, Duen was holding a bag with something inside as usual. The bag was cloudy, so I couldn't see what was in it, but I caught a glimpse of something red peeking out. What is that...
“Where are we going to eat?” The person next to me asked drowsily, yawning, damn, you always get sleepy when it's cool, but that's good, it means he won't know where I'm taking him.
“I'll wake you when we get there, go to sleep.”
“You're not going to sell me at the black market, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Really?”
“At first, no, but now I'm starting to change my mind.” Here, I push his head...come on, instead of feeling guilty, you're smiling.
“Uh, then take care, my charioteer, Phii Duen is going to sleep.” Not long after that, I heard the sound of “Fie” from the slender figure, making me smile again. If you're going to fall asleep that easily...
Alright, let's keep driving...how long has it been since I've been there? It must be almost a year since the last time.
“Duen.”
I touched my lover's cheek to wake him up. He slowly opened his eyes, his face when he just woke up...oh, so cute, pinch his cheek, it's soft, where does this softness come from? Even Ben's cheeks aren't this soft.
“Ugh, stop, haha.” He laughed softly, pushing my chest to keep me at a distance. I let go without any fuss. Not for any particular reason, just afraid it would get darker and the mosquitoes would carry him away.
“We're here.”
“Where?” Duenhaw looked out the window. I smiled and opened the door to get out. I didn't forget to walk around and open the door for him.
“Where we first met.”
I brought him to the university's public park. I don't know if it's odd to celebrate our one-year anniversary here instead of a five-star dinner or shopping in a luxurious room. I don't look at the outside or the price...I look at the value and significance; this is where I first met Duen.
Our beginning started here...
“Yay, is this romantic, Nong Bohn?” The slender figure held my cheeks with both hands, shaking them left and right.
“Hehe, shall we go for a walk? Maybe we'll meet our Cupid.” I held his hand, 'Cupid'. Not referring to Ting...Ting is a human Cupid, but this Cupid is not...
“Who?”
“Alex.”
“Yeah, let's go, ha ha ha.”
Today the weather is nice...just like the day I first met Duen. I've prepared a little surprise for him. I don't know if he'll like it, but I put a lot of effort into it, got hurt several times before I succeeded, and Dad really taught me tough.
“I was sleeping right here.” He pointed to the grassy area by the pond. Yes, I remember him lying there, that's Alex's usual sleeping spot. Thinking about it again...damn, this idiot, why sleep there of all places?
“Yeah. Why were you sleeping there?”
“The weather was nice, so I wanted to sleep...and I did, ha ha ha.”
“You're crazy. What would I do if something happened to my boyfriend?” I lightly flicked his forehead. You really deserve a slap, where are you running to?
“And you? What were you doing here?”
“Me? I was just taking a walk.” I remember feeling artistic and came to walk to clear my mind, thinking I'd go back soon, but then I hit the jackpot by finding someone to torture my body...
I mean, I fell in love with him, couldn't get out of it.
“The weather's nice.”
“Yeah.”
“Just like that day.”
“Yeah.”
“Let's lie down.”
“Yeah...heh.” Ugh, you talk and then lie down immediately, you bastard. You're wearing your student uniform today, Duen, it'll get dirty, think about the washing machine for once.
“If your shirt gets dirty, I will hit you.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Doing something useless, do you want Cupid to drag you down into the water?” Even though I scold him, everyone knows I spoil my boyfriend a lot. What I did next was...lying down beside him. To be honest, I was already planning to BUY new clothes because...uh, I've gained weight.
It's all that damn idiot's fault, he cooks me five meals a day, but to blame him entirely isn't fair...the food is just too good.
Ben loves Duen's cooking so much he doesn't want to go home, spending his weekends at our condo. It's like we're his real brothers. I wouldn't mind if he came alone, but he brings his best friend too, and recently, Bihn used a dart to dig into the soil because he saw it lying on the study table.
He's pouting, damn...Ben's face is pouting.
It's not just him who's pouting; the spoon Dorton is pouting too, 'Bihn!! Why did you do this! You're a murderer, you killed my best friend while he was still alive, Dor-ton had to suffer to the brink of death, guh!! Boom!!!!' Bihn was quiet for several days, he might look like this, but he really loves his junior, so when he got the silent treatment, he was down for a while, haha.
“Duen.”
“Hmm?”
We were both using our arms as pillows, looking up at the sky...that cloud looks like a dog, Merk, it even has a hot dog. I'm not being lewd, but it really does look like that.
“Do you know what day it is today?”
“I know, it's Tuesday.”
“I'll hit you with grass.” I sat up on the ground, reaching to pluck some grass to threaten him with. Grass can be dangerous, you might die from it.
“Just kidding, haha.”
“Be serious.”
“It's our anniversary.” I let out a smile when I heard that, I knew you were teasing, I saw you holding back laughter until you were shaking.
“Sorry for not taking you somewhere fancy.”
“You know I don't like those places.” True, last time I took him to a restaurant, he complained it was a waste of money, and the food was just a tiny bit, what the hell...
“I have a gift for you too.” I've been carrying it all the way, but Duen probably didn't notice; it's not that big, but I hid it well.
“Well, I have one for you too.” He lifted the bag in his hand to show me. The red and brown blur that I saw, is that the gift?
“Is it in there?”
“Yes, sir. You'll definitely like it.”
“Then I'll give you mine first.” Not for any particular reason...just in case Duen's gift is really good, so I won't be compared, somehow it looks like Phu is confident about his own gift.
“Uh-huh.”
“Thank you for always being with me.”
I handed him the bag, inside was a box, but the box itself wasn't the gift; what was inside was. It was cupcakes that I spent a full week learning to make with my dad. They didn't look beautiful...they were quite messy, with 'BD' written on top with cream. I actually wanted to write the full name, but there wasn't enough space.
“Did you make this?” he asked in surprise. Of course, normally I can only make fried eggs and boiled eggs. I tried learning from Chef Duen, but no matter how much I learned, I could only do that much.
“Yeah, do you like it? It might not look good, but it's tasty. Not amazing, but I made it for the one I love.” It's sickeningly sweet, but it's the truth. If it wasn't for Duen, I wouldn't bother with something this complicated.
“I...I'm so happy, huh.” Oh, you bastard.
“Don't cry! I'm not good with this...”
“But you...huh.”
I licked my dry lips, staring at my lover's trembling body, not knowing what to do. Normally, when he cries, I'm the one comforting him...but this time is different. Every other time, he cried because he was sad, but this time, it's out of happiness. Should I comfort him by saying 'Don't be happy'? That doesn't make sense, does it?
“Huh, I'll eat it, but do you have a spoon?” The lean one sniffled, his eyes red and pitiful, making me lean in to kiss his eyelids. After pulling back, I handed him a spoon from the bag, knowing from the start that this would happen, so I brought spoons.
Once he had the spoon, Duenhaw hesitated for a moment before taking a bite of the cupcake, chewing thoughtfully while small sniffles could still be heard. After two bites, he looked up at me and said,
“The taste, huh, is just okay.”
“Sorry.” I stroked his head, having warned him that the taste was nothing special.
“But whatever. If you made it, even if it's terrible, I'll eat it.” He wiped his tears with his sleeve, taking deep breaths to stop the sniffling.
“You're cute.” I smiled broadly. I'm happy when I see my lover enjoying something I've given him, especially when I made it myself.
Duen sat and ate my cupcakes until they were all gone, really gone, even licking the crumbs next to them. If you're hungry, I can make more, Duen, you don't have to eat like that.
“As for my gift...I'll keep it.”
“Hey, once you've given it, taking it back is a death sentence.” What's with you, giving and then wanting to take it back?
“Close your eyes first.”
“Do I really have to close my eyes?” Seeing him nod, I sighed and covered both eyes, “Hold out your hand.”
“Don't play any pranks, Duen.”
“Have I ever played pranks? It's always you.”
“Hehe.”
“Ah, catch.” He dropped something into my hand...this part is the red bow I saw, right? So, what's this then? Is this a new design from Europe? If you don't count the bow stuck on it...the shape of what I'm holding is quite rough and coarse, the texture is slippery yet rough. I can't explain it, there are many concave and convex parts that confuse me...what is this?
“Do you know what it is?”
“No...what is it?”
“Open it and see, ta-da!”
“...”
I slowly opened my eyes to look at what was in my hand, stunned...speechless, like I forgot to bring my mouth from home. The thing in front of me explained everything; the additional touch was its light brown, almost yellow color, with a familiar scent that I love.
“You like it, right? It was so hard to find, I searched all over the market, finally found it at the very last stall, do you like it?” The other asked excitedly, his eyes sparkling without a hint of teasing, which means he wasn't playing a prank on me. This made me realize that Duenhaw is still the same Duenhaw...
“...I love it.” I smiled to myself and my lover. Should I scold him or say he's cute? The thing in my hand is something I like very much, but you...I never thought this fool would buy me ginger for our anniversary.
Yes, he bought me ginger.
Not just any ginger, the black lines from a marker had been added to make the ginger look like two people hugging each other, with eyes, a mouth, and hands. No other boyfriend could be half as cute and foolish as mine, I tell you.
“Why did you buy ginger as a gift?” Seriously. I never thought anyone would buy ginger as a gift for their boyfriend, it's just...haha.
“Because you like it, so I bought it, shall we have ginger stir-fry today...ah, we have no ginger left, I will borrow this ginger to cook, I'll keep the peel for you.” After saying that, he reached out to grab the ginger from my hand. Hey, you bastard, should we just fight then? This is my ginger, my wife bought it for me.
“No way, it's mine, I will pickle it.” For pickling, I should ask Ting. That day I saw him pickling something in a jar, it looked good.
“Why pickle it?”
“If you leave it, it'll spoil, I will keep it to show our child what Mom gave Dad as an anniversary gift.” I rubbed my nose against his, Ben and Daonuea will be so proud of this ginger bud.
“Really, heh heh.”
“Let's take a photo.”
“No, I don't like taking photos.” He covered his face, he really doesn't like being photographed, his latest profile picture is from high school, and the last time he posted was a year ago, with no status updates. You're a true caveman, Duen.
“Just one photo, smile, please.” I pleaded, not for long before the lean one nodded reluctantly, I knew you couldn't resist my whining, heh heh.
Click
After the photo was taken, Duen turned to play with an ant on a leaf. I was about to post the picture but was stuck on one thing, what caption should I use...I must admit, I'm out of ideas.
“Wow, you've run out of ideas, huh? With that face, you must be out of ideas, huh, heh heh.” Duen made a teasing face, you...oh, damn, now that you've said that, I've got an idea, thanks a lot.
Bon Ss with Krisda Duennhaw
There are thousands of cheesy lines, but the one Bohn wants to talk to every day is just Duen, #BohnDuen
I had only posted it for a second when I was startled by a notification that there was a comment. Who is it? You're too quick, brat, I haven't even done anything else yet, let me see if it's Boss or Tee...
Krisda Duennhaw: Ugh, cheesy.
“You could have told me.” I smiled, nudging the person beside me, when did you take out your phone, how come I didn't notice, wow, pretending not to care but actually waiting for comments, huh?
“Ha, you're out of ideas, so you're using such a lame one.”
“Yeah, I've used them all on you. Can I reuse them?”
“No, no, Phii Duen likes new things, doesn't do repeats.”
“Don't you know about reuse, the world is getting hot, man.”
“Don't care, I'll read Phii Boss's comment for a sec.” I nodded and looked down at the screen, damn, Boss is the king of cheesy lines. I have to read this.
Boss Thanarit: I can only be this...the one you feel good about but don't love, #BossDuen
Oh, you brat, don't appoint yourself as Duen's husband, his husband is sitting right here, it's me!
Bon Ss: You'll see me soon...the spell to summon the silent husband @Megha Setthakit
I quietly tagged my husband in the comments, and he replied not long after...huh, this is the longest sentence he's ever written since we've been together.
Megha Setthakit: Some get to possess with love...others can only look but have no right to do anything #MerkBoss
You were really scheming, huh...
Duen and I had been playing for less than two minutes when an ice cream truck passed by. Ting once told me about his experience chasing an ice cream truck, it was so pitiful.
“Want some ice cream?” I asked when I saw the other nod, so we walked over to the red truck together. This old man must be the same one who drove away from Ting because...I just saw an old lady chasing after his truck.
“Green tea ice cream is damn tasty, huh.” The fool took my green tea ice cream; at first, Duen wanted strawberry, but since it was out, he had to have this one instead. I watched him enjoy what he had in his hand...looks so good.
“Want some?”
“Sure.”
“Hehe.” After getting permission, I leaned down to lick...the lips of the other. It's sweet, I mean Duen's lips, not the ice cream.
“Ugh, saliva! Bohn, you shameless, bald, pot-bellied, shadow puppet, spoiled brat, oh my god, if you're going to be this crazy, how can you do this! This is a public place, damn it!” He hit my chest loudly. Who cares, I told you there aren't many people in the park. If they see, consider it a blessing for their eyes.
“Damn! I'll go throw away the trash.”
I watched my lover walk briskly to the trash can, his mouth muttering, Bohn, with his eyebrows furrowed into a knot. Whatever. I just licked his lips, didn't even kiss him.
Thud!
“Oops, sorry.”
The sound accompanied by the impact on my shoulder made me turn to look, the source of the voice was a slender woman...huh.
“Yes?” I raised my eyebrows in question. I didn't smile or show any expression. From her words and actions, I knew she didn't accidentally bump into me.
“It's just...this is my first time here.” She was about to say something but was interrupted by another voice. I think I know who that voice belongs to.
“Tarai, don't mess with him.”
“Why. Do you want him?” The beautiful girl crossed her arms, her eyebrows furrowed, looking at the newcomer with annoyance. The other person stared at her for a moment before shifting his gaze to me.
“I wanted him, but he's already taken. That's his wife behind him.” He nodded towards my back, and I realized Duen was standing there.
“Wow, you bastard, both the husband and wife are hot, my heart skips a beat. Let's go somewhere else, Mai!” After saying that, the beautiful guy dragged her friend away from the area. Before he left, I waved goodbye to Mai. Ever since we came back from Phu Sot Dao, he hasn't clung to me anymore, though we do greet each other occasionally. He's changed dramatically, now he even pats my head, saying, 'I've been annoyed for a long time, brat, give me one or two flowers.' Can I do that...
“Wow, you're so hot, huh?” Duen said sarcastically, biting his lip to hold back laughter. I don't know if he's crazy or what, whenever he sees girls flirting with me, he stands there laughing.
“Just a little bit.” I grinned.
“Here alone?” He walked closer, crossing his arms and looking at me with a smile. What, are you going to pretend not to know me again? But whatever, I'll play along, heh.
“Yes.”
“Can I flirt with you?” The lean figure of the medical student circled around me, scrutinizing, the smile still adorning his face.
“Flirt with what...you haven't even asked if I'm single.” I feigned arrogance, picking at my nails, secretly hearing Duen laugh, but he quieted down after a while. Hey, don't leave me playing alone.
Ding!
Krisda Duennhaw with Bon Ss
You have the Engineering Jacket, You have the Gear, do you want a Wife?
After reading, I shook my head with a smile and walked over to hug the poster with affection. Asking me, huh? But being this close, do you really need to post and ask?
“I won't ask then, we're this close, mmh… Krisda.” I bent down to whisper in his white ear, intentionally blowing hot air, making him shrink his neck away.
“I'm tired of words. I'd rather read now.” Duenhaw looked up at me, raising his eyebrows a couple of times to tease me further, what a pain in the neck, this boyfriend of mine.
“Heh heh, kiss me first, then I'll tell.”
“Ugh, this is the middle of the street.” He furrowed his brows, lightly tapping my chest. So what if it's the middle of the street? There's no one here, I only see an old lady chasing an ice cream truck and an old man selling yogurt drinks.
“No one's watching.” My conversation partner pouted slightly, looking left and right to make sure no one was around before pressing his full lips to mine...Of course, it made me very happy, my hand that was holding his slim waist moved up to pull the white neck closer. Meanwhile, my other hand sent a message that had been typed and left waiting.
Bon Ss: I Already Got a Wife :)
“I love you, Duen...do you love me?”
“Do I have to say it? You should know already, right?”
“I want to hear it.”
“Duen also loves Phii Bohn.”
“Hehe.”
- The End -