Unrequited II F4 Thailand

An Old Friend

TW: Cyberbullying, mentions of death 

Present Day...

It is the week after Gorya's showdown with Thyme. Twitter is exploding with F4 stans cyberbullying Gorya without any shame. I typed viciously and posted combative tweets back at those antis for going after my best friend.

QxxD: She's so ugly

Me: You're uglier

ThymeismyForever200: ATTENTION SEEKER 🤬📢

Me: At least she knows your faves

I chuckled as I scrolled through the timeline and saw a sea full of hate comments underneath the video. My eyes skimmed through until I finally caught a comment saying, So damn awesome. I read the username: @ARIM. ARIM?

Saturday afternoons are my favorite time of the week. I lounged on the couch with Auntie Cel and Ali–watching a popular lakorn, Flowers over Boys. I never got the appeal for those types of shows–over-exaggeration at its finest.

The doorbell rang, and I looked at Ali and Auntie Cel, who both were engrossed on the TV. I chuckled as I stood from the couch, wiping off chip dust on my shirt.

I opened the door and saw someone I didn't expect to see. Someone I hadn't seen in 9 years.

"Nova! You're really back!"

Mira exclaims as she hugs me. I felt the wind knock out of my chest as she hooked her arms around my neck. My arms stayed at my side as she swayed us with the hug. A whiff of her floral, sweet perfume met my nostrils, the first thing I noticed about her. Mira broke our hug and held my arms, to get a better look at me.

"Wow, you've grown to be a beautiful woman," she says.

As Mira said that, I glanced at her outfit. It was a simple short-sleeved, white button-down, tucked into denim shorts and paired with beige sneakers. Her beautiful long hair is tied back into an effortless ponytail–you know, what you'd see on IG or Pinterest. I looked down at my outfit–I wore an oversized graphic shirt with crusty chip stains. I also wore unmatching pajama shorts, and my hair is still in its bedhead form. I felt underdressed in my own home.

I swallowed my beaten self-esteem, and smiled at her, "You look great Mira, and you're back as well."

She nodded, "I came home yesterday actually." She turned away and took a basket from the floor, "This is a couple of things I managed to get for you and your family from France. Ren told me a week before I went home that you were living in Thailand. I was able to make this last minute."

I took the beautiful gift basket, filled with French snacks and items. I said, "Thank you, but you didn't have-"

Mira shakes her hands in front of her, insisting, "No, no. It's fine, I wanted to give you a housewarming gift, even though it's a year late."

I awkwardly laughed, and I motioned towards the house, "Would you like to come in?"

"May I? Sure," she says. As I turned to go inside, Auntie Cel and Ali miraculously appeared behind me, startling me. "Oh, I'm sorry Ms. Nova. Let me take that for you," Ali said. I gave her the basket and introduced her, "Thank you P'Ali. Oh, this is Mira Renita Asavarattanakul."

I turned to Mira and introduced them, "P'Mira, this is Auntie Cel, I think you remember her and P'Ali."

She bowed her head slightly while smiling brightly at them, "Hello, nice to meet you." She turns to Auntie Cel to give her a hug, which startled her, "I do remember you. Nice to meet you again."