[END] Wandee Wittaya (ENG)

15 (Jealous)

[Yoryak's POV ]

Wandee is acting strange now. He kept singing "Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells" as he helped me put on the clothes he wanted me to wear. Then he pulled me to the mirror to fix my hair. He straightened my messy hair with a straightener iron and applied hairspray to keep it in place.

When he finished, he sang "Jingle Bells" again, proudly placing his hand on his chest.

"Oh sir! Whose boyfriend are you?"

"Wandee's boyfriend, of course." I said bored and let him hug me.

"You are really handsome Yak." He complimented me while fixing my clothes.

"Uh... are we done yet?"

"Yes, we're ready to go on our date." He turned off the iron, unplugged it, and placed it on the bathroom counter. Dee applied gel to her own hair and then smiled at me.

He helped me put on a black short-sleeved shirt. He was wearing the same shirt, Dee tucked his shirt into his pants,revealing his small waist. He's so sexy.

To be honest, I'm jealous. I don't want anyone to see his perfect waist. I almost told him to take his shirt from his pants, but I was afraid that I might spoil his mood, so I didn't say anything. I didn't want to act like a jealous and childish boyfriend, so I went straight to get the keys to the big bike to distract myself. On a holiday like this, I thought the traffic would be bad, and we might not be able to park. So Dee and I decided to ride the motorcycle. He held his helmet like he knew what he was doing. I watched as Dee's white hand undid another button on his shirt infront of the mirror.

"Why did you unbutton another button?" I tried to keep my voice from being harsh. Look at Dee and wait for his explanation.

"No... it would be better if it was a little open. Is it stylish? My neck will be longer. Isn't it nice?"

I clenched my fists. I didn't say anything to him but left the room. Nope. I can't help feeling jealous. But when he reached for my hand, my boilingemotionstartedto dissappear. I took a deep breath and told myself that it didn't matter how he gets dressed. As long as we hold hands, he's mine and mine alone.

"Yak, are you upset?"

"Nope. It's our first date. How could I am upset?"

"Then, smile for me". I smiled at him. Then Dee grabbed my arm and pressed his cheek against mine. When he is like this, who will be in a bad mood? I moved my hand to wrap his hand around my abs.

As expected, the cafe that Wandee wants to go to is so crowded. There were so many people that standing in front of the cafe, there were no tables to sit at. But a cafe lover like him says it's okay. He went straight to order drinks for him and me, one each. When he got it, he held my hand and took me around to take pictures here and there.

He was more cheerful than ever and spoke to me in a very cheerful voice. "I don't need much in my life. All I need is someone to take ten thousand pictures of me without complaining."

Of course, after saying that sentence, I didn't dare to complain. But I secretly counted how many pictures I took for him. It doesn't seem like it's close to ten thousand, and it's strange that I can keep clicking the shutter without getting bored.

I saw him happy, I was happy too. Maybe what I'm going through right now is a case of lovesickness.

This cafe was a two-story wooden house. During the holiday season, the store owner did not miss decorating the store to match the holiday season. There is a giant Christmas tree in the open space in front of the shop. When Dee finished taking pictures on the second floor of the store, he pulled me aside and pointed to the green tree.