He remembers hearing someone say that when a person is dying, his mind will be like a movie fast-forwarding through the experiences of his life, like a final farewell to his life.
Was he really going to die?
The images of his time with Arthit were like a tsunami, pouring into his head, swelling his brain with pain.
"I bought this ...... because the milk tea stall aunty made too much, so why this look?" Just as alarmed as Arthit's tone was the glass of pink frozen milk that he had hidden behind his back.
That day was the second time they met, and Kongpohp had been wandering around the junction where they first met for days before finally seeing him again.
But he wouldn't tell Arthit, of course, because to him, a chance encounter always sounds more romantic than the effort of finding it.
"If I say I don't like it! Will you stop buying it, like a fool!" Arthit frowned tightly, his eyes panicked as he watched the school students come and go at the school gates.
Kongpob is actually quite clumsy when it comes to relationships, so clumsy that he only knows what he likes and gives it to him, not caring whether or not a pink drink like that would really make him feel ashamed.
Anyway, he liked it, and that was all that mattered. That's what Kongpob thought at the time.
If he always does what pleases Arthit, Arthit might even like him too, right? Even that thought was actually silly enough.
"Can you stop coming, don't you have a class to attend yourself?" Arthit's mouth was still grumbling, but this time, he finally took the pink frozen milk from his hand out of habit.
Kongpob watched him blush as he took a bite of that one straw in his mouth and, for the first time in his life, he was actually jealous of a tiny straw.
It was his first time, to experience such a shameless version of himself.
"Who waited for you? Spare yourself the melodrama! I ...... I just have a school event today, that's why I'm out late." That day, he was late because of what? Anyway, he thought that Arthit must have left a long time ago, but he saw Arthit's worried face from afar, looking around.
It was on that day that he finally got Arthit's line and phone number.
"So that next time I have something to do, I can tell you in advance, and you can just wait for me in class." Kongpob even gave a pathetic reason.
It was on that day that he finally got Arthit's line and phone number.
"So that next time I have something to do, I can tell you in advance, and you can just wait for me in class." Kongpob even gave a pathetic reason.
"No one is waiting for you! Come as you please!" Arthit's chin was still raised high, but this time, it was as if he hadn't seen him jerk his own phone over and walk on ahead for a long time without looking back.
"Don't call me that! I'm older than you, what's with the nicknames?" Arthit, who had inadvertently been called his nickname, blushed profusely, but kept his face cool.
But he couldn't resist Kongpob's cheekiness, and from then on, whenever they were alone, he kept the word "Oon" on his lips.
"You stink of smoke! Don't come to me if you ever smoke again!" Arthit's words were all it took for him to quit smoking.
He knew that his mother had nagged him about smoking many times.
If she knew that her nagging was no match for a single word from someone other than her, she would have been annoyed.
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Fanfiction"Youth seems to start because I love you but it made me see through love"___ 🔳 CREDIT LIST: Author: Su Bie Xu. Translator: @Dana-KS Genre: Chinese Fanfiction. Set in: University and high-school AU Warning: One of the characters suffers from OOC...
