Love Director [ENG]

Intro

Brand: Gibson
Model: J-45 standard
Price: 90,000/ 81,000 baht

[ T/n: The Thai baht (THB) is the official currency of the Kingdom of Thailand. The symbol of the currency is ฿. It is divided into 100 satang. ]

Paint thought he really didn't have any wisdom.

"Ugh!"

"You sound like the world will end today."

Pant did not respond to Plerng sarcasm. He just wanted to lay down and die. The two of them were sitting on one of Plerng's sofas. Paint dark brown eyes were only staring at the iPad screen that displayed a picture of a classy, expensive guitar that ordinary high school student like him couldn't dream of. Not even imagine touching it.

With that, Paint pulled out his phone and opened the online accounting application to find out that there was only thirty-seven thousand baht and a few scraps of money.

"Forty-four thousand, where do I get forty-thousand baht? When could I even afford that in this lifetime?" Moaning to himself, he slumped onto the sofa of his best friend.

"There's no need to find them and no need to buy this thing. Your gift is just nonsense." Meanwhile, his close friend Plerng immediately turned down his idea.

Paint turned and looked at him with irritated eyes. "It might be nonsense for you, but for me it is significant."

"It's still more worthwhile to spend the money on sex toys."

"Dammit! I'm not you."

Plerng, who was on the phone on the other side of the sofa, turned around, made eye contact and raised his eyebrows in surprise as if to say "Really?". The gesture could have made anyone's heart skip a beat, if only his close friend of three years Paint didn't know better than to trust his innocent appearance. Despite being small and cute, Plerng was far away from that and always in the mood.

"Fuck Paint, my idea is better than yours. It would cost you 100,000 baht to buy that guitar..." Plerng tossed the phone on the table and then a small idea began to creep in his head. He crawled onto Paint's body, who was half-sitting, half-lying down on some pillows. His eyes flashed with a mischievous glint as he ran his fingers over Paint's arm, causing him goosebumps. However, Paint didn't move away, knowing that any reaction would only invite more teasing.

Plerng leaned forward to his ear. "...Let's fuck."

"..."

Paint didn't reply at all, only stared at his friend's sexy body. The neckline of his shirt had slipped down, revealing a glimpse of his peached-colored areolas. Paint turned his eyes back to look at his friend's eyes, which were filled with naughty intentions.

Plerng continued in a loud voice. "If you don't have money, trade your body for something like this..." Then he dragged his hand to Paint's thigh, pretending to show him what he meant to say. But...

Bang!

"Is Nong Plerng there? Nong..."

"Phi Sin."

Suddenly a tall man unlocked the room and entered with big bags and a serious look on his face. Dropping the bag of snacks to the floor, he took a long step forward and grabbed Plerng's arm. Then he pulled him hard. A small man like Plerng could just float, he was lifted into the arms of the guy who opened the door, as an act of jealousy. Plerng's face was two inches away from the man. He quickly broke into a smile, begging his boyfriend with some excuses.

"Phi Sin, don't misunderstand me. Paint and I didn't do anything at all. We just looked at the guitar and then you came in. Believe me, there's only you to me, only Phi Sin. My heart and soul belong only to you."