We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love)

Chapter 19: Give Me Your Hand (Part 2)

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Just as you can see, lately, three quarters of my life seem to be spent around Phum. Being stuck with him for almost 24 hours has made me really get to know him and see different sides of him, the sides that others may never be able to know. Oh, come, come, gather here. I will reveal it one by one. Hehe.

[T/N:🍿🥤]

The first thing is that Phum is addicted to watching cartoons. Even more addicted than kindergarten-age children. Channel Nine, Modern Nine, Free TV, True, all cable channels, he watches them all.

And aside from cartoons, Phum is also fascinated by teddy bears. It wouldn't be wrong to say he's crazy about them. This fascination can be viewed as his cute and adorable side, although some people might find it strange.

He enjoys messing around with people, although he's rarely the one to initiate it. Most of the time, someone approaches him, practically begging for a punch or kick, and he obliges. He doesn't provoke anyone first, especially not those who are weaker. (Then the screen moves to me. What the hell is this?) But if provoked, he'll fight tooth and nail. (Interpreting as I bullied him first, so he took epic revenge on me until I almost dead. Haha.)

Phum likes speed, he likes racing (he drives like he's competing with The Flash). He tried to get me to go to the track many times but I always refused. Because I had already gone with Tan and Q once, in my first year, I realized that I didn't like the smell of rubber smoke. It's a world I can't enter, so I'd rather stay away.

Phum is a person who doesn't talk much, even stick to the quiet path. Beer and the guys also said that they were surprised that he talked to me this much. Well... with me, he didn't talk, he ordered, but that's it. From the outside, Phum looked a little scary. When surrounded by strangers, it's like he builds a kind of wall to block himself. Or he isn't built it, he just has a calm face, I'm not sure.

As for the matter of the heart, to me, Phum is not considered a flirt. I don't know. My definition of a flirt is someone who is with many people at the same time (such as Chan, Q, etc.). As for Phum, as far as I've heard and from observation, I only saw him dating one person at a time, but changes people a little too quickly because he gets bored fast.

And it seems like he has never approach anyone first. Rarely does he initiate conversations, and he doesn't flirt first either. Sigh, his pride stands tall, huh! But even if he doesn't make the first move, beautiful girls willingly step forward, ensuring he never misses an opportunity. And this Phum guy? Well, he's considerate of others' feelings, so he rarely rejects them. Hence, he changed girlfriends frequently. Well, if we look at his attributes, such behavior isn't surprising. Handsome looks, father's money, and badass nature - complete receipt for a dangerous man, a challenge to conquer. And perhaps I'm one of those vying for it.

Tan said that recently there was a celebrity tabloid magazine reporting that a rising female star was dating with a handsome, high society guy. They were seen going to the movies, having meals, and strolling around a famous shopping mall. But that guy? Well, it's none other than Phum. Yes, him. Damn it! He even dated a celebrity. Now, what chance do I have? This whole situation makes me nervous. Phum has a history of changing girlfriends frequently, and people are still interested in him—even now, when he says he likes me. Yet here I am, just an ordinary guy. Plain, super plain. Nothing interesting about me. Does Phum genuinely like me, or even if he does, how serious could it be? Especially when there are so many better people out there for him to choose from. Do I really like him to the point of forgetting all this? And why does it matter so much? Ugh.

But let's set that aside for now because right now, Phum and I are are on the verge of killing each other. You see, today is Saturday, and Phum brought me his condo to chill and play games. But when I tried to leave, he wouldn't let me—unless I took him along. It's not that I don't want him to go, but just this much those Q gangs already teased me until there was no room left for embarrassment. They accused me that I did something to Phum, and now he won't leave my side for even a minute. So all I want is some distance from him—for an hour or two would be perfect.