I - Through the Glass, Darkly - A LITAxTBNW crossover
II - The Mile High Club - inspired by a post on X by Marie, and requested by Arpita (Bonohappy)
III - When the Rain falls - inspired by the Taiwanese BL series About Youth, curated for our boys :...
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"Since I was a child, Mom and Dad took me to many high end restaurants. I didn't however expect that my favourite would be the simple and warm egg soup at that humble snack shop. He no longer made me feel lonely."
Rain
Rain tried to wipe his face and hair with a tissue. "Rain, wipe your hair properly, don't catch a cold," the boy said, taking out a small towel. Rain looked up as the boy smiled sweetly and put the towel on Rain's head. "Do you want to change?" the boy asked. Rain shook his head. "No, never mind," he said. "Then I will cook something hot for you," the boy said. Rain nodded and watched as the boy scooped something hot into a bowl, and remembered how he had saved him. Soon, there was a bowl of hot soup and some sides in front of him. The boy set out cutlery. "Have the soup," he prodded. Rain began to drink it. There was something so warm about the way he was being treated and the way the soup made him feel that he could not stop his tears from leaking out as he continued to drink, without looking up. "What is it? What is the matter?" the boy asked, as he head Rain sniffling. "The soup is too hot," Rain said, with a small smile, not wanting to show weakness. "Then I will get a new one for you," the boy said. "Never mind, it's fine now," Rain said.
"May I ask you a question?" the boy asked, making Rain look up again. "Are you made up of Copper and Tellurium?" the boy asked. Rain shook his head, looking puzzled. "Why?" he asked. "Because you are cu-te," the boy said. Rain wanted to face palm. "It's not that funny," he said. The boy giggled cutely and looked away. "Umm.. are you from our school?" Rain asked, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Yes. I am in Class 6, Grade 3," the boy said. "What's your name then?" Rain asked. "I am Phayu Chaichana," the boy said. Rain looked at him for a moment, and then picked up some meat and put it in his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully. "It's very tasty," he said, a smile flitting through his words. "All right, eat more," Phayu said, smiling at Rain. Phayu continued to watch Rain as he ate, earning small little smiles from time to time.
Phayu
"I am really sorry to bother you," Rain said, as soon as Phayu stepped out from under the shutter of his mom's restaurant. "Thank you," he added. "It's nothing," Phayu said. Phayu looked down at Rain's slippers, making Rain look down upon it as well. "Could you keep what happened today a secret for me?" Rain asked. "Sure, I will!" Phayu promised. Then he paused. "Do you want me to send you home? I have a scooter," he said. "How can a high-schooler ride a scooter?" Rain asked. "I am over 18. I had to repeat an year for some reason," Phayu said. "I should call a taxi," Rain said. Phayu watched at Rain struggled to find cabs. "Why are there no cabs here?" Rain asked. Phayu smiled again. "Let me give you a ride back," he said. "But I have never ridden a scooter before," Rain said, looking and sounding sceptical. "Don't worry, I am very skilled," Phayu said, handing Rain a helmet. He was about to put on his own, when he saw Rain struggling. "Let me help you," he said, adjusting the helmet and fastening it. "Is it too tight?" he asked, and Rain hummed out a refusal. "Also, I didn't have a chance to say happy birthday to you today," Phayu said, smiling at Rain. Rain smiled back and blushed.
