Ch. 2 ~ Pretty Boy

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School Field

"Don't forget that the audition is on Saturday, bro,"

Doby reminded his best friend once again. Pierre sighed.

"Oh, come on! You already reminded me last night, sent me a text this morning, and now you're saying it again. Please, don't keep repeating it all day."

He sounded a little annoyed but didn't have the heart to ignore Doby completely. Just then, a group of girls walked past them near the Bachelor of Tourism Building. They giggled and whispered among themselves, some even acting shy.

"Pretty Boy P'Doby kha!"

One of the girls said, her voice was sweet and playful. Pierre smirked as he nudged Doby.

"See? You don’t even need to be an actor, bro. You already have your own fan club here at our university."

Doby chuckled but shook his head.

"Hmm, nah. They like Doby, but not Dobyson."

He knew they admired his looks, but they didn’t really know him as a person.
Pierre looked at him thoughtfully before teasing.

"Seriously, bro, there’s no doubt people adore you. Maybe it’s because..."

He trailed off, glancing at his friend.
Just then, another girl passing by smiled at Doby and called out.

"Narak kha, NongDob!"

(which means “You’re cute, little Doby!” in Thai). Both Doby and Pierre burst into laughter, unable to contain themselves.

Music Room

Later, in the music room, Doby was playing the piano, lost in the melody. Suddenly, a girl approached him with a small card in her hand.

"P’Doby kha, my friends and I just wanted to show our support for your audition this Saturday. Susu na! (Stay strong!)" she said cheerfully.

Doby was surprised. How did they even know about his audition? he wondered. Then, he thought to himself, Ah, they must really be his fans. They probably make an effort to learn more about him.

With a warm smile, he accepted the card and said,

"Khop khun na." (Thank you.)

Later, as he scrolled through his phone, he came across an Instagram post from Jace Archen. The caption read:

"Happy but Empty."

Doby paused, curious about the meaning behind it.

"Hmm, what does he mean by that?"

He thought. Then, he shrugged. Maybe he just needed a caption. Without overthinking, he tapped the heart button to like the post.

Dobyson's House

That night, Doby was in his room, getting ready for bed when his mother, Mrs. Boonprasert, gently knocked on his door.

"Son? Are you going to sleep now?"

she asked.

"Not yet, Mom. Come in,"

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥                                  ᴊᴏʏʟᴀᴅᴀ   Where stories live. Discover now