Calls past midnight

Pretty Fed Up - Net James

This is a Chapter One prequel from James' side. Nothing too spicy in this. NetJames

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James had learned one singular fact in life. Life was much easier being born attractive. Not to brag, these were just the facts. Even as a baby his pale skin, large eyes and plump lips made him the talk of his village. Other mothers would sling their own child to the back just to touch the soft cheeks of baby James. 

Of course his mother had to tell him all these stories, he was too young to know, but it was easy to believe. He already had a fan club in junior high. Even before he even hit puberty he was scouted by several companies. 

Then puberty hit and his body grew with long limbs and graceful style, and he became the talk of the villages next door as well. With his large brown eyes and tall, slim frame was like a baby deer without any of the coordination problems. 

This made him grow up with an easy smile and kind eyes. Life was gentle to him so he should be gentle to others. Until life wasn't. 

Valentines Day meant more chocolate than he could eat, but also fights and competitions for his affection. His sister always made fun of him, but James had really started to suffer. Saying NO on a daily basis became tiring. He was reading more confession letters than textbooks.

Any casual comment or gesture from James became fuel for someone's delusions of romance. While he tried to dole out hugs for everyone and keep a smile, it became increasingly difficult. Fights broke out and jealousy from others ran amok. 

But it did instill him with confidence. James was pretty and this made his life, mostly, easier. People came to him. People lined up for him. 

That was until he met Net Siraphop Manithikhun.

Or he James met Net Shiraphop Mantithukuns's ego first. 

Equally blessed with looks, although Net's more masculine, Net was also used to 'pretty privilege'. Even at 23 he looked like a carved God. Dark skin and jet black hair only reinforced the sharp cuts and lines of Net's face. His stark features were surrounded by a glass-breaking tool more than a jawline. Lips that were plump but carried no softness. His face was so aggressively angular it forced you to gaze at him. 

No doubt about it. Net Siraphop was a MAN. 

Fine. 

James since moving to Bangkok and entering showbiz was constantly surrounded by beautiful people. Rubbing shoulders with other blessed people made James feel more comfortable. He wasn't the only shiny jewel in the village anymore. He had to turn down offers still, but James didn't feel the pressure of Kalasin small town handsomeness in Bangkok.

But God plays favorites and Net Siraphop was definitely a favorite. And he knew it. That idiot.

Rugged good looks weren't enough for Net, no he had to be almost as rich as the Royal Family. Old men pushing through a mid-life crisis drove Audi sports cars. Young men as hot as Net didn't get out of them. All while effortlessly and smartly dressed in brand clothing that cost more than James' monthly condo rent. He was undoubtedly going to turn every head. Net screamed RICH,  FIT and HANDSOME. 

Net was rich enough to hire someone with a megaphone shouting that exact phrase walking constantly behind him, but why bother? People flocked to Net.

Since the day they met, James felt less pressure on himself. It felt nice at first. Easy. They were black to the other's white. Perfect foils. James easy graceful walk and Net's bow legged strut were both runway ready and they easily both entered even a coffee shop like it was the Paris Fashion Week.