The car stopped in front of Sailub’s villa, and Thanapon pressed the brake. “We’re here.”
“Hmm…” Sailub opened his eyes, raised his hand to pinch his brow, undid his seatbelt, and got out of the car.
Thanapon also got out from the other side.
“How should I contact you tomorrow?” Thanapon walked over.
“Should I come to your house or go directly to your studio?”
“My studio is quite remote, you might not be able to find it,” Sailub thought for a moment. “I’ll come pick you up, or I’ll arrange for someone to pick you up.”
“What time?”
“Around two o’clock in the afternoon.”
“Okay, then…” Thanapon lowered his voice a bit, sounding a bit gentle. “See you tomorrow.”
Sailub nodded.
After saying this, Thanapon didn’t leave immediately.
His gaze lingered on Sailub’s face for a moment before he turned around and walked away. “I’m going.”
The nearby streetlight cast a slanted shadow, making his silhouette stretch quite long, so long that even after he walked a few meters away, his shadow hadn’t left yet.
So, in those few seconds as the shadow gradually receded, Sailub’s thoughts turned several times, feeling that it would be better to clarify things sooner rather than later.
He never liked to be ambiguous in relationships.
Feeling indebted to someone’s emotions without being able to reciprocate equally was a burden to him, and he believed that clarifying things early would be a relief for both parties.
Sailub called out, “Thanapon.”
Thanapon paused and turned to look back.
The young man was tall and sharp in stature, yet under the lamplight, his features seemed soft, devoid of the previous aura of hostility.
The words circled on Sailub’s tongue but were swallowed back down, “…It’s late, why don’t you take my car back?”
“No need,” Thanapon said, “I’ll take a taxi.”
After a pause, he added, “It’s windy outside, you should go back quickly.”
With that, he turned and walked away.
This time, Sailub didn’t call him back. He sighed and stood still.
He had encountered many situations like this in his life.
Refusing someone was like second nature to him, he didn’t need a script to articulate his words, whether they were straightforward, tactful, or nonchalant.
He knew better than anyone what to say to whom.
But with Thanapon, he found himself at a loss.
For some reason, the words he had planned to say just now had failed to leave his mouth.
Forget it, Sailub thought as he turned and ascended the steps.
He decided to think about how to approach this tomorrow when he was sober.
After all, his head was still spinning, his mind not entirely clear.
It would be troublesome if he said the wrong thing in haste.
Thanapon seemed indifferent on the surface, but he was actually quite thoughtful.
On the way back, Thanapon bought a can of soda from a vending machine on the roadside.
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TO SHOU WITH LOVE
FanfictionA reckless and prepared to sting instrumental performer (gong) x a gentle and mature mentor (shou). On Sailub Hemmawich's twenty-ninth birthday, his friends in the circle organized a small birthday party for him. Outside the window, the sound of ra...
