Why Don't We?

Puppeteer.

Chimon, seated in the back of his driver's car, answered a phone call that came in as he moved his fingers on the controllers of his nintendo switch.

"Yes?" Chimon replied with his usual sly tone.

Khao's voice came through, sounding amused but somewhat concerned. "Oh no, that voice. I was calling just to know if you did Mr Greem's homework... What did you do now? I know you're always up to something, Chimon."

Chimon didn't seem too perturbed by the question. "Nothing much, Khao. I just invited a friend to brunch." He sounded nonchalant, but a faint smile played on his lips. "I need your help, though."

"Who's the victim?" Khao asked amused.

"Blondie-locks." Chimon responded, smile evident even through the phone. 'We're going to have a great time."

Khao responded, "Uh-uh, no way. If you're going to mess with Boss's boy, I want no part of it. Last time I helped you, my car was taken away."

Chimon was persistent, though. "Come on! Don't be boring. I won't be mean... in any way, shape or form. We're out of high school you know I'm not that kind of person anymore."

Khao stayed silent so Chimon spoke up once again. "Besides, you'll get to spend time with that neighbor of yours that you can't stop drooling over. And I'll get to see Boss make a fool of himself trying to get a guy that sees him as a scumbag, he sees all of us like that yet you know he'll open his legs for Bossy boy. I have fun, you have fun, Boss has fun. Everyone wins."

Khao hesitated before sighing on the other line. "Is this because you're sour about that girl Nanon's with and want all of us to be miserable, or are you just bored?"

Chimon brushed off the girl matter. "Nanon can put his dick wherever he wants; I don't care. Just tell me if you're helping. You get First, Boss gets Blondie, and I get to avoid dying of boredom during my family event. Everyone wins."

Khao eventually gave in, saying, "Fine, just because I'm a good partner in crime though, bro code or whatever."

"Of course it's because of that, obviously not because of you wetting your pants every time you see First." Chimon playfully mocked his friend before ending the call.

Chimon had more in mind than simply inviting Noeul to the brunch. He had a bit of a Cupid's quest on his hands. Chimon was more than just an expert in planning elaborate schemes and antics; he had an uncanny talent for matchmaking. He had previously played Cupid for his friends Sammy and Yacht, and their romance had flourished as a result.

Chimon's friends often sought his intervention when it came to matters of the heart, knowing that his meddling was rooted in good intentions and a deep understanding of their needs and desires or maybe Chimon liked to play God by being nosy.

Despite his mischievous and sometimes seemingly selfish demeanor, Chimon had a genuine interest in the well-being and happiness of those close to him. He believed that everyone deserved love and happiness, and he relished the opportunity to create those connections. With Noeul now invited to the prestigious Atthaphan-Jumpol charity brunch, Chimon saw a unique opportunity to further his matchmaking endeavors, and he was determined to make the most of it.

Well that'd be possible, if Boss didn't just decide Noeul was a whim and pull a hit it and quit it after a wild night. And, if Nouel wasn't just going to a judgy bitch and just play with Boss's feelings never truly giving him a fair chance. And, if First decided to get off of his careless bad boy wannabe persona he so desperately clings to in order to avoid being seen as week and accepting he looked at Khao as if he held the stars in his eyes. And, if Khao stopped feeling bad about himself wallowing in self-pity, drinking like a trailer truck driver just enough to notice someone is truly interested in him and not only his body... Wow, what a bunch of clueless dumbasses.

Chimon's matchmaking skills were indeed impressive, but when it came to his own love life, he seemed content living in a world of delusion. While he could orchestrate romantic connections for others, he often remained oblivious to his own feelings and desires. Perhaps one day he would realize the potential for love right in front of him, but for now, he was more than satisfied meddling in the romantic lives of his friends and basking in the chaos of it all. After all, love was a game he preferred to observe and manipulate from the sidelines, a role that suited him just fine.