Trapped in Your Love

Chapter 7 : Kavin Taemiyaklin Kittiyangkul

"He's not really going to make me his servant is he?" Na-Bi asked Ren as we walked back to her room. Surely, Thyme had to be joking she thought. She was aware that he was some sort of stuck up brat, but surely. She contemplated on telling Achara but quickly dismissed the idea realising it would not be worth it. She has to find a way to get onto Thyme's good books if she was going to live here for a while.

"Uh..no of course not" Ren lied to her with a reassuring smile. But to be honest, he had no clue. When it comes to Thyme...well Thyme is..Thyme. He always finds a way to make sure things go his way. But he's taken it too far this time.

One thing for sure is that his ego has definitely been hurt. And he's going to put Na-Bi through hell until he thinks he's done enough.

Ren snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Na-Bi. Her face was hung down in worry. "Na-Bi."

"Huh?" She said snapping out of her thoughts looking up at Ren.

"Don't worry about it. I'll deal with Thyme" He exclaimed, "just focus on staying out of his way from now on, just until he calm down."

"Okay" Na-Bi sighed looking back down at the ground again. She couldn't help shaking a little, Thyme was definitely more scarier than Achara.

He stopped near her door and lifted her chin up towards him. "Hey, I said don't worry okay?"

Na-Bi nodded her head returning back a soft small smile.
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"Where's Thyme?" Ren asked MJ, marching into the living room.

MJ gestured to the doorway with his eyes after looking up from his newspaper. Keeping up with the news was very important, believe it or not. "Playing pool with Kavin, why?"

"I need a word with him."

MJ raised an eyebrow, then tossed the newspaper aside. "I'm coming with you."

Ren walked into the pool room with MJ following closely behind. Ren leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest.

"Ah Ren, wanna play pool?" Thyme asked.

"No, we need to talk" he replied back in a slightly serious tone, "about Na-Bi."

He smirked. "I knew it as soon as you walked into the pool room."

"Ren has a point Thyme" MJ backed Ren up sitting on one of the beanbags. He was sat down on the beanbags looking up at the ceiling while playing with a fidget spinner.

Thyme held an emotionless expression. "There's nothing to talk about."

"Are you really going to make her your servant? You know she never meant to come into your room like that" Ren asked him.

He sighed while bending down and taking a shot with the cue stick. "She needs to be put in her place Ren."

"Thyme, stop being a baby. You just can't handle being teased, can you?" MJ replied before putting the fidget spinner near his lips and softly blowing as it span around.

Thyme shot a glare at MJ, who was too busy playing with his fidget spinner, before taking another shot with the cue stick.

"Hey, Mr Wannabe Michael Jackson. I'm talking to you!" MJ joked sitting up on the beanbag looking straight at Thyme.

"Shut up" Thyme laughed, aiming the cue stick at MJ trying to poke him.

As Thyme went to take another shot, Kavin took the white ball and held it in his hand. "They have a point Thyme. She's a girl and she's cute, don't be like that."