3 way love

Chapter 1: Who are you texting?

Singto's POV

I remember it like it was yesterday. 3 years ago on a day where it was raining in my heart, even though the long streets of Thailand were drenched by the hot sun. The day I lost the only thing I ever loved... the day I lost you.

Time jump: March 22nd 2018

It was a normal work day. Today, we would shoot the final episode of a new upcoming series called 'He's coming to me'. I liked it. It had an interesting plot line that I had never explored before. Not only did it help me grow as an actor, but it also gave me the opportunity to act with someone new. Ohm was his name. At this point, I knew him all too well and we seemed to be almost inseparable.

I couldn't really figure why, but something within me felt at peace every time I was around him and it seemed like he felt the same. At times like today, I was really confused about my feelings for him. I couldn't figure if it was endearment for a friend or if it had with romance to do. Up until this point I had tried to compare these feelings to old people I used to have feelings for. They didn't match. The butterflies I felt around other people were almost none existent here, because it almost felt like the butterflies weren't needed. Him and me were basically a couple at this point, or at least, we had acted it. I know acting isn't supposed to reach your inner feelings, but somehow I couldn't resist it when it came to Ohm. So, like that, I guess that maybe I do like him. But the thought of him not feeling the same was immeasurable. We are actors after all, so it wouldn't surprise me if all of his feelings for me were acted out as well...

I finally made my way into the studio. As my eyes paced around the familiar walls my only goal was to find him. At the beginning of every work day me and Ohm would spend a rough 15 minutes talking about our time from each other. It had been 3 days since I last saw him and all that I could think of was that 15 minutes weren't enough. I wanted to talk with him for hours, learn about things I never knew and slowly read every single chapter of his life.

My heart started to beat unevenly as I saw him sitting there at the makeup booth, beautiful as always. I tried to wave him a hi but his gaze seemed to be weirdly stuck on his phone. Usually, he would sit with his hands on his lap and eyes plastered on the mirror in front of him, almost as if he was waiting for me. But today was different as he was very casually leaned back in his chair and instead had his eyes glued on what was in his hands. I grimaced at the situation but quickly shrugged it off, thinking he probably was busy with something. So I walked up to him, pulling on the bag around my shoulder and placing it beside his chair to gain his attention.

"Hey"

A few seconds pass and I start to feel like a fool. I tried to clear my throat as a sign of wanting his attention, but only when I put my hand on his shoulder did he look up at me. His eyes looked at mine. He seemed scared, nervous, almost as if he was doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing. I tried to steal a glance of his phone screen but he only pulled it away from my vision;

"What's up? How was your weekend?", he switched, as if nothing had happened.

"Eh, my weekend was good. I stayed at my parents' place and visited some childhood friends... but hey. What was that all about?"

"What was what...?", he still looked up at me with wide eyes. I could see how he was fidgeting with his phone and how the phone every now and then would glow as if he got a text message from someone.

"Okay stop with the act. You know, for being an actor you really do suck at lying. I can see it all over your face", he lowered his gaze and turned to the mirror in front of him.

"I don't know what you're talking about", he said underneath his breath.

"Ohm...", I paused for a second and looked around for a bit. I didn't know what to say. In the end, he was probably only texting with someone. What had bothered me was the fact that he seemed so suspicious about it. Maybe he was talking with someone he had a crush on? That would explain his smug attitude, yet, me and him weren't even a couple so it wasn't like he was cheating on me. Still, if he did talk with someone, it felt like I was being cheated on. We had been through so much together and basically spent our every moment with each other for months now. I recall everything as perfect but he probably didn't feel the same, based on how easy it now was for him to just dump me in the trash. I felt betrayed, like I needed to hide and most overwhelmingly I felt lost. I needed answers, but I didn't want to hear them. Though Ohm at this very moment viewed me as cool and collected about the situation, I was tormenting myself from within with all the 'what if's' that could take place.

"I was only texting with my manager. I'm not really feeling well today and have to go off set early to pick up some medicine from the hospital. I didn't want you to worry about me so I in distress tried to hide the text messages. I'm sorry..."

Something felt off with his answer but I still wanted to believe him, not only because I trust him but because it was the most ideal answer my heart could deal with.

"Okay then. I believe you. Thank you for being honest", I looked at his face through the mirror. He was biting his lip nervously but still after a while went back to texting.

"Ohm?"

"Mhm...?"

"If you're not feeling well you should tell the production team. I don't know how unwell you're feeling but I don't think the producers want it to influence your performance. Plus, someone else might get sick so I think the best is if you go home and we ask the team if we can postpone the recording for when you are feeling well again. I can take you to the hospital to pick up your medicine as well."

"Yeah I think you're right", he said now looking back at my through the mirror; "Can you ask them about this? Then I'll go ahead with my manager and pick up the medicine right away. Is that okay?"

I breathed out for a second. If this was all a lie, I just gave him the green card to go do whatever. But at the moment I didn't really care;

"Sure, I'll do that."

"Thanks Singto! You're the best", he said whilst almost too happily leaving his chair, packing up his things and walking off.


After telling everyone about Ohm's situation I was headed to town for lunch. Now that I had a day off I wanted to treat myself and have a good time, despite everything that had happened earlier that morning. In all honesty, all I wanted to do was to be with Ohm but he had said that he wanted to be alone so that he could rest and be all well until tomorrow. I accepted that answer and only messaged him a 'get well soon' text.

As I made my way into the mall I headed to the place where me and Ohm would go in between bigger shoots to have noodles. It was a place where we would have both the most fun and the deepest talks. Even the restaurant air was packed with memories and nostalgia, something I could live off of for days. This place was very special to me, and I would often find myself coming here alone just to enjoy the surroundings, but most importantly the noodles.

As I turned the last corner I was now a few metres away from the store. As I was just outside I looked through the big shop window, only to see that mine and Ohm's usual table was preoccupied by two guys. I felt bummed but didn't let it ruin anything since my growling stomach was all too focused on the portion of noodles that I'd be having. As I made my way through the entrance into the store it felt as though people were staring at me. As mine and Ohm's table went awfully quiet I couldn't help myself but to look at what had happened. As I turned around to face the table I weirdly enough felt nervous, almost as if I was making a mistake by turning around. When the table finally was all in my vision I squinted my eyes to see what was happening. One of the boys was sat with his back turned on me but the other one facing me almost seemed to be hiding. I adjusted my angle only to see... Ohm?