Joong stared at the ceiling, wondering why it looked different from his bedroom.
"You are finally awake, love?" He was shocked when he heard his voice again. It was so much clearer and less eerie than before. His back was towards him as he dressed. He looked down at himself and realized that he was only decent because of the blanket on him. He was naked beneath.
"Who are you?" Joong demanded but he chuckled.
"Was yesterday that good that you forgot who I am?" he walked over to him and gave him a peck on the lips. Joong had instantly melted when their lips connect. His soft, plush lips was all that he could think of. He didn't know what took over him as he chased his lips only to have him push him back.
" As much as I would like to continue, we can't, khun chai (young master). If we weren't in 1950s but in the 1900s, they would have burned me on the stake. Not saying they won't but it's best to keep your reputation, my love." He kissed Joong on the forehead before he stood up.
"Don't forget your meeting with your paaw (father). No matter how harsh his words may be, he loves you. I know you can do it, love. Su su na. Dunk rak P'Joong na khup. (try your best, Dunk loves P'Joong) " He gave him a sniff kiss before he left. Joong can't help but lament how much more beautiful and handsome he was in real life.
Wait... Did he mention 1950s?
He took a good look around and realized that it does represent the 1950s.
How did he get here?
All he remembered was getting home after the event and falling asleep after scrolling through X and Instagram. He didn't know how long he had spent exploring the room before he heard a knock on the door. The person on the opposite end spoke,
"Khun noo (young master), you still have 20 minutes before you need to leave." There wasn't much he could do but to play his role. He is an actor after all. He was sure he was able to play this role seamlessly.
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Joong sat in the car getting ready for a meeting with his so called father. He had no idea what the meeting is about.
"What do I call you normally?" He looked at the person who was supposed to be his personal assistant. It was none other than P'Daou.
"I know it's been rough but is your fear of meeting your father that bad, khun noo (young master)?" the cheeky attitude of P'Daou came out.
"I've been under a lot of stress recently, so much so I feel like I've lost my memories. I don't remember who am I, where I am or why I'm here. Can you run it through me?" He looked at P'Daou desperately. That's when P'Daou realized that Joong was serious.
"Should I get you to a doctor instead?" P'Daou looked at him in concern through the rearview mirror.
"You know I can't delay this meeting with my paaw (father)." Though Joong sounded calm on the outside, he was panicking on the instead. It was lucky that P'Daou bought his reason. P'Daou tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he briefed Joong through.
"You usually call me P'Daou, even though you are Khun noo (young master). Today is Tuesday, February the 3rd 1959. Your father is Tony Veeraphakul. You have a meeting with him to discuss business, just like you do every once a month. You hate it with passion." P'Daou went on to narrate what is about to happen. It gave Joong a better idea on what to prepare for but he couldn't help but think of the wide eye beauty that he woke up to this morning.
"Who is Dunk?" P'Daou's eyes widen at that name.
"Don't you ever mention him to anyone. He is bad luck, Khun noo (young master). Your father don't like him. He may look harmless but his whole family died in a fire. He is the sole survivor. Some say he is cursed. You should be running as far away from him if possible but when do you ever listen to me?" Joong frowned.
but... isn't he his lover?
He didn't get to ruminate about it when the car came to a stop. P'Daou had given him a rough idea on his father's like and dislike. He was starting to understand why Dunk said he needed courage to handle his father. He was the type of person that he would avoid at all cost.
Tony Veeraphakul looked like a mobster from the 1950s but who was he to judge when he still don't have the full picture. He wondered how he would get back to his world. It was lucky that P'Daou was doing the reporting while he stared and observed his so called father. His "father" nodded and seemed pleased with how the business was running.
"You are doing good, son. It would be better if you listen to me and stop seeing that damn Dunk Natachai." Joong's eyes widen at what his "father" said.
"Don't you dare think I don't know what's going on. I'm hoping you'll be done with your childish game of upsetting me but I'm letting it go for now. I have more important things for you to do." Joong kept quiet as his "father" ranted on. He was lucky that P'Daou was taking notes because he truly had no idea what he was spouting. He prayed to god that he would get back to his own life soon.
Joong sighed once he got into the car. That was a little too intense for him. He thanked P'Daou for covering for him.
"Don't worry, khun noo. You treat me more like a brother more than my own brother. I will never let you down." P'Daou smiled before asking him to rest on his way back. Joong couldn't help the drowsiness that hit him and he slept on his way back.
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A/N: You know what was crazy when I was writing this EP? I had randomly wrote Tuesday before checking what day February 3rd really was in 1959. It really was Tuesday! I was 🫨🫨
What do you think? Where do you think this series is heading? 🤭🤭actually m not that sure myself what is the actual theme of this series but mystery is definitely one of them🤣🤣 I think this series feels a lil more mature at least at the beginning. can't say it's like this for the whole series.
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tomorrow's EP... I would definitely say, pls don't read it in public🤣🤣 Yes, the pacing of this series is kinda fast as well.
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