TO SHOU WITH LOVE

85 - INVITE WHO?

The room erupted with laughter, and only when the commation settled did Sailub introduce the people in the studio to Thanapon. Then, he led him upstairs.

"Liz, come here for a moment," he waved to Liz.

Liz walked over, "What's up, Sai?"

"Has everyone eaten?"

"Not yet," Liz smiled, "Too busy gossiping about you."

Sailub unlocked his phone and handed it to her, "Go ask them what they want to eat and order using my phone."

"Oh, Is this a wedding banquet?" Liz took his phone, joking, "Let's order the expensive dishes, then."

"Whatever, just order what you like," Sailub also chuckled, "Go ahead."

He held Thanapon's hand and walked upstairs.

In the meantime, Liz asked, "Should I order for you two as well?"

"No need," Sailub said, "We ate before coming."

Liz acknowledged and took his phone downstairs.

Sailub, with Thanapon in tow, entered a meeting room.

During the wait for Liz to return, Sailub sat in a swivel chair in the lounge, while Thanapon leaned on the meeting table, pulling the zipper of his sweater up and down.

Sailub wore a black cashmere sweater with a silver zipper running from the neckline to just below the collarbone. Unzipped, it revealed an open-collar design showcasing his neck, zipped up, it formed a high-neck sweater that reached his jawline.

"How's Professor Mew?" Sailub talked about the program with him. "Is he treating you well?"

Thanapon pulled the zipper down, exposing a hickey on Sailub's neck, and replied, "Not as well as you."

Sailub propped his chin with his raised hand, looking at him with a half-smile, "Tell me, who treats you better than me?"

Thanapon used his fingertips to trace the mark on his neck, "No one treats me better than you."

"Alright, I won't get jealous of Professor Mew," Sailub chuckled, "Let's talk seriously."

"I haven't interacted much with him," Thanapon pulled the zipper back up, concealing the suggestive mark. Sailub seemed to exude a sense of restraint, "Should be fine, he's quite professional."

"It's been over a month, and you haven't interacted much? I've only accompanied you in a few recordings."

"It's different," Thanapon unzipped again, revealing the hickey, "I've talked to him a few times on the show, but there's not much communication privately. He hasn't been to the bar where I sing, hasn't taken me to a music festival, hasn't eloped with me... Of course, he's an old man. Even if he wanted to elope with me, I wouldn't go."

Sailub was amused, "What if I become an old man in the future?"

"If you become an old man, I won't still be young," Thanapon said, "A seventy- year-old and an eighty-year-old old man look almost the same."

At that moment, footsteps approached in the corridor. Sailub looked outside, "Is Liz coming over?"

Thanapon didn't say anything, instead, he lowered his face and kissed the untouched skin on Sailub's neck.

As the footsteps drew nearer, Sailub reached out to touch his hair, laughing, "Alright, haven't you had enough?"

Thanapon lifted his head, staring at the fresh mark he had just created.

He used his fingertip to wipe away the saliva and zipped up Sailub's sweater.

A few seconds later, Liz entered, returning Sailub's phone, "As soon as Pavel heard that you were treating today, he said he would sing 'Light Peck' for you every day from now on."