[END] Wandee Wittaya (ENG)

01 (First Encounter)

[Yoryak's POV]

"What do naughty children get, Phi?"

"My foot."

"Oh, Phi, have you ever spoken nicely to me?"

"Then how long will you follow us two?"

"Don't use the word 'us two'. I will follow Phi, alone and will follow until I take my last breath. As for Nong Yoryak, walk a little further. Don't be a nuisance."

"Yeah."

"Yoryak, don't listen to him too much. Come here, walk next to me."

The owner of the name Yoryak raised one eyebrow. He did not leave behind and did not walk to the side of his older brother, as he was ordered to do. He just stopped his feet after walking to the middle of the alley. The two people who were arguing in front stopped following and looked back in surprise.

The small man named Cherry asked Yoryak,
"What's up, Yoryak?"

"I want to drink Coke. It seems like it's running out at home. Ye and Ri, go ahead first. I'll go back to buy it at the entrance of the alley."

"Then give me your bag. I'll take it and keep it for you."

Yoryak didn't refuse. He just nodded and took off the backpack that was slung over his broad shoulders and handed it to Phi Cherry. His muscles were like those of an athlete, with pronounced bulges. His tattoos on his arms and his handsome face, with traces of injury, made him look fearsome in the dim light.

"Very big muscles, but Yoryak's arm muscles are from lifting milk bottles." Cherry teased, letting go of Ye's arm and instead poking Yoryak's hard muscles. He was then struck on the hand with a loud smack. Ye hit him again, out of love.

"Stop calling my brother a kid."

"What do you mean? This is Yoryak's mom. How can I insult my own son? But I'm still your wife, just like before." Cherry said with a pout.

Yoryak shook his head at the argument between the two people in front of him. After Ye took the backpack, the two of them paid no more attention to him.

They just kept walking ahead, arguing all the way.

So Yoryak did what he had intended to do. He turned around and walked back to the entrance of the alley. His hand reached into his shorts pocket and pulled out his phone. His white teeth bit his lips, and his sharp eyes glanced up at the sky at around half-past one, and thinking about what to text the person he liked.

He typed 'I miss you' in one sentence, then deleted it because he was too afraid to reveal his feelings. The light from the street lamps along the way shone on his handsome face as he gazed up at the sky, catching the cool, damp droplets of dew.

Yoryak's face was covered in scars. He had a cut and stitches above his right eyebrow, a bruise on his left cheekbone, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and a long crack on his nose. His body was also covered in countless bruises.

He wasn't a thug who got into fights all the time. He was a boxer, and he had just won a big fight today. He had won by knockout in the second round, but he had paid a price for his victory.

'I won the medal today.'

He texted the person he liked.

In the end, the message sent to the person he liked was just a recount of his ordinary daily life. Yoryak continued to walk slowly while waiting for a reply. But after the recipient read the message, all he got was a stupid sticker. He waited for a while, hoping for more, but there was nothing.