Whispers of Love

The Chance Encounter

Author's POV:

Perth hurried through the busy metro train station, his mind filled with the weight of looming deadlines and a string of back-to-back meetings. The noise of voices and the hurried footsteps of commuters merged into a chaotic symphony, creating a sense of urgency all around him. Lost in his own thoughts, he barely noticed the familiar face that fate had chosen for him to bump into, resulting in his carefully organized stack of papers scattering across the shiny floor like a fallen leaves. "Fuck!" Perth cursed under his breath.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Perth said, his voice filled with genuine guilt as he quickly knelt down to pick up his scattered documents. His heart pounded with a mix of embarrassment and frustration, coursing through his veins, highlighted by the fast-beating pulse in his chest.

"Perth!" Hearing the familiar voice, Perth lifted his head up to find Plann, his long-time friend from their high school days, crouched down beside him, his eyes filled with warmth and amusement. The passing years had added grace to him, etching a few distinguished lines over his small bubbly face, which only added to his charm.

"Hey Plann!! Long time no see." Perth exclaimed in surprise, expressing his joy at seeing Plann after a long time. "Yeah, it has been an eternity!" Plann's voice carried a hint of nostalgia, reminding them of the countless memories they had created and shared during their carefree college days. "By the way, how have you been? And what about your oh-so beautiful wifey, how is he? I'm sure, he still managed to be hella beautiful and damn smart as ever"

"Busy!" Perth admitted, his voice tinged with a touch of weariness and sadness. "I mean, we are both busy in our lives, which are full of responsibilities." He offered a small smile, silently acknowledging the relentless demands that had consumed their lives as of late. The weight of responsibilities seemed to bear heavily on his shoulders, leaving little time for rest.

Plann nodded understandingly, his eyes filled with empathy. He knew all too well the toll that a demanding career could take on a person's existence. "How about taking a quick break for a cup of coffee before you have to leave? I have a strong feeling that we have a lot of catching up to do," he suggested, his voice laced with a genuine desire to reconnect the threads of the past.

Perth hesitated for a moment, his mind torn between the importance of his upcoming meetings and the little chance to revive a friendship that had once been the center of his universe. As he weighed the options within the depths of his thoughts, the scales swayed back and forth as he wondered about the value of human connection amidst his busy professional life. Ultimately, he let out a tired sigh and mustered a faint but hopeful smile. "Alright, just a quick one," he agreed, a glimmer of anticipation sparkling in his eyes.

"And," As they made their way towards the cozy cafe, Perth couldn't help but still feel a surge of possessiveness towards his beloved wife. With a hint of irritation in his voice, he turned to his best friend and continued in a furious tone, "fucking control yourself, Albino monkey! He's mine. I'm his husband and you knew damn well that I don't like anyone else admiring my Saint. Even you, as one of my closest friends, ain't allowed to be drooling over him right in front of me. Dare to do it again and I'm gonna spill some of your 'secrets' to your poker-faced possessive bull even though I don't like him. Test me, Plann! I won't let you down, my 'friend'." He finished with a sarcastic tone.

"Hey!" Plann gasped, shocked. "Only I can call him Bull." Plann snapped, clearly offended. "Don't you fucking dare overstep the boundaries, Perth! I'm warning you," he added. "Same goes for you, brainless monkey!" Perth deadpanned, irritated. "Like I, the damn possessive Perth Tanapon, gave you any damn privilege to shower compliments on his one and only love as you fucking desire, huh? Fucking listen up, you brainless Albino monkey! You better not cross the lines I set long ago. Only I can call him beautiful, not you. Are we fucking clear?" He added with a dead serious tone.