"Metawin, don't do this to me. Let me explain.
"Explain what? Explain to me how much you enjoyed toying with my emotions because you knew that no matter what you do, I'd stay? Explain to me how much you found these events amusing while I kept all th...
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•METAWIN OPAS-IAMKAJORN•
January 2020
The sun is lively blaring above us making me sweat so much although I just showered, I already feel sticky even if I've just been standing for five minutes. With my small luggage, on one hand, I press on Gunsmile's contact on my phone and listen to the unending ringing on the other side ticking my patience low. It's quite troublesome when Gun asked me to bring Gunsmile because he wants his family to try out the dishes he had chosen from yesterday's meeting since he was the only one who showed up. Bright was busy yesterday, that he said, and though I already know about it since he told me from the night before that a friend from the States is coming over to look at his store. Somehow, I felt relieved since I won't be able to see them together while choosing - but this is just a bit infuriating because I did want to ride Bright's car alone.
So much for letting go.
However, a lot of plans changed right after last night aside from bringing Gunsmile along, the fact that Gun's car broke down somewhere and had to be brought into the shop. Which literally means that he will be going to the location with Bright, inside his car, both of them - alone. I mean, they must have done it a million times before since they're literally together, and Bright had been apologizing to me since last night for the sudden change of plans. He can't just let the male drive on his own over there even if Gun has his own driver since it's his responsibility. I understood it, yes I did, because I needed to understand it even if I don't get to be alone with Bright. It seems as though destiny and fate made a pact to not let us be together this time. Funny, but it's the truth and though I want to try and shrug it off, I cannot because it's been bugging me since last night.
And now, it's Gunsmile ticking my patience low.
"Gunsmile," I mumble and press on the call button again. "I will cut you if you don't answer, I swear!" I add to my grumble and someone answers from the other line, finally.
"Hello," Gunsmile says, and somehow it sounds nasal, almost as if he is sick or something. "Win? I'm sorry that I answered late, and that I wouldn't be able to go with you. I'm really sorry."
"Huh? Why? What happened? You sound sick? Are you okay?"
"Sick," Gunsmile answers and coughs. "I'm really sorry, and I already called Khaotung. He says that it's okay since Marco is still there to help him out at the restaurant. This is so disappointing because I really want to showcase my cooking skills," even if I am not seeing him, I can tell that is slightly pouting and I smile from that alone.
"Stop it, khun. It doesn't matter now since it happened. I'll just explain to Gun that you're sick. Please go to the doctor, have yourself checked before coming back to work, maybe bring yourself to the emergency or something. Don't worry about anything else but yourself."
"Aww~~ My nong is really very considerate of his phi. Khob khun khrab nong. And by the way," he coughs a bit more, and I want to curse myself for threatening him even if he didn't hear it. Hearing him cough like his lungs are about to burst just makes me feel so guilty all of a sudden.
