Guardian Angel

Borrow Your Stomach

"What is that?"

"Hm?"

"What are you singing?"

Forth sighed. "Perfect, from Ed Sheeran. Its awful, yeah?"

Lam shakes his head. "No. I asked because it heard beautiful. You will sing that song in final night?"

"Yes. This is for ... him."

"Well, if I am him, I will fallin in love with you, in normal situation. But, hell, he was a casanova and like Phana said, he hated liar. He will be shock with your apperance as Forth Jaturapoom. You had reputation, you know. Not bad but not good at all. He hates figt, right?"

Forth sighed again. His head hanging low. Forth hopes that the song that will be sung on the final night can convey his message to Beam. He did not want to win in the campus moon event. He didn't care even though the seniors gave him an ultimatum that he had to run around the 100-round engineering soccer field if he lost. He just wanted to win Beam's heart.

Lam patted Forth's shoulder gently. "We're praying for you, Forth, but you'll have to sort things out yourself this time."

Forth looked down at his phone. He wrote a message.

[Hi, Beam, have you had dinner?]

Beam's reply came a few minutes later.

[Not yet. I'm too lazy to get out of the room.]

[You want me to buy you something for dinner?]

[Well, if you don't mind, I'd like a creamy soup with rye bread and fried chicken.]

[Sure. I will come in an hour.]

Forth grabbed Park's car keys and shouted towards his room. "Park, I borrowed your car."

He left without waiting for an answer. Less than an hour later he was at Beam's door and knocked softly.

Beam opened the door wide and smiled to see Forth standing in front of him with bags of food in both hands. "Poom."

Forth frowned and followed Beam into the room. He closed the door behind him with his shoulder.

"Beam, are you sick? Your face is so pale," Forth asked as he put everything he brought onto the small dining table in the corner of Beam's room.

Beam sat on the side of his bed.
"I'm just a little dizzy," Beam answered hoarsely.

Forth approached Beam and stood in front of him. He put his right palm to Beam's forehead and his left palm to his own forehead.

Beam looked up and chuckled at the sight of Forth's wrinkled nose.

"I don't get it, but I think you're hotter than me, Beam," Forth said quietly.

Beam reached out. He pulled Forth's hand so that now he was standing between Beam's legs.

Unexpectedly, Beam lifted Forth's shirt up until his stomach was exposed and he shoved his face into Forth's stomach and wrapped his arms around Forth's waist. His forehead was just above Forth's navel.

"Uh, your stomach is cold, Poom. Stay still for a minutes, Poom, I need to borrow your tummy for a bit. I'm so tired. I have a lot of work this week. I need a litlle rest. Owwh, this is very comfortable."

Forth was as silent as a statue, too shocked to move. Beam's face on his belly, geez. He think his heart will explode at anytime now. He can feel the warm breath from Beam on his stomach skin and the smooth skin from Beam's face.

Slowly, he placed his left hand on Beam's shoulder and his right hand stroked Beam's silky hair. Beam snuggles on his stomach again. Its tickles but Forth can hold it. He smiled when a moment later he heard a soft snoring in his stomach.

Oh God, said Forth in his mind. I love this man. Reeeaaalllyyy love him.

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