Khaotung, a 26-year-old adult, wishes to undo the past to find a way to save his high school crush, First. Unable to move on from his tragic past, Khaotung faces depression, wanting to end his own life.
He didn't expect to wake up from jumping off...
The following week started, and Khaotung, as usual, sat in the back of the class by the window. He listens to music as he stares outside, looking at other students doing their thing, enjoying themselves in the hot sun. He let out a sigh as he wished lunch break had already started.
Instead, he was stuck in English class. His teacher talked on and on about Phrases and past continuous. He already knows this stuff, and he was really good at it. Back at his office job, he had to write a lot of emails in English.
If that's actually happened
He thought.
He leans his chin in his hand as he drifts off in his thoughts. Not long after, the teacher slams her hand on his table.
"Mister, Thanawat!" she snaps him out of his daze, making him look up in shock. "Pay attention!" she spoke with a stern and direct tone. "I won't tolerate failers in my class"
"Yes, Ma'am" He gave her an awkward nod before she continued her lecture. Khaotung could melt to the ground, seeing some students giggle and stare at him. Even First smiled at him, shaking his head. How embarrassing!
Finally, class ended, and they had a lunch break. Drake excitedly grabbed his stuff and rushed out of class, leaving his friends behind, he raced Aj to the cafeteria. Hearing the teachers shout after them not to run. Jamie and Film walked up to Love to invite her to go to the restroom to give her a makeover. They wanted to style her hair just like them.
First waved them goodbye as he grabbed something out of his bag, handing it over to the teacher.
"Well done, First", she spoke as she looked through the papers "You seem to improve", she smiled at him, putting the paper down on her desk. "I will look it over, In the meantime, keep practising, okay?" With that, he gave her a nod, thanking her for the extra exercises.
First wasn't good at English. He struggled with it a lot. He didn't know why, but he didn't seem to get it. Definitely, when he had to write, mixing all the letters and using the wrong grammar. Almost literally translates word for word.
He has to pass his English test next week otherwise, he's not allowed to play the upcoming match against their rival school. Something he doesn't want to miss, of course.
"Hey Khaotung, want to get lunch?" he stood beside Khaotungs desk, tilting his head to the side. Khaotung looked up at his sweet puppy eyes, hoping he was going to say yes. First is a social butterfly and needs to have at least one person around him. Nothing like Khaotung, he would rather be on his own. They're so different, yet that's what they like about each other.
