We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love)

Chapter 56: Weekend

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From that day, when I found out the reason why the handsome guy had a scar in his heart, I, as a kind and handsome young man (who's throwing up, huh? Who's throwing up? Come here if you dare), tried to pamper Phum as much as I could. Like, "Nong Phum, you don't have to do anything, let Pa Peem handle it." Until Phum got suspicious (or maybe annoyed, I don't know) and accused me of taking sedatives until my brain went haywire. That was it, I stopped caring about him. Phum laughed a lot, hugged my neck gently, shook me gently and whispered:

"Since you came into my life, everything's been fine. You don't have to try to do anything for me, understand, Shorty? Just having you by my side like this... That's enough."

Being important to someone is truly a wonderful feeling.

My life these days isn't very eventful, even though the final exam season is approaching. Unlike Phum, whose life is very chaotic because the basketball competition started a while ago. He's been competing and training hard. Before each match, the coach made them go into isolation (I don't know how, but Phum managed to sneak a call to me every time, haha).

I sometimes go to watch his games, sometimes I don't, because the competition venue is at a different university. The host university is far away, so I can't go every time he competes (but actually, it's near my university, haha, but I don't go because I'm lazy, haha).

As for the competition results, Phum's team never disappoints. Tomorrow, they will compete in the final against the defending champion. It wouldn't be a big deal if the defending champion weren't the host university. This time, it will be a test of both skill and luck.

Phum was called by the coach to go into isolation since yesterday. As for me, who has been cooped up at home since Friday, today I decided to go out and see the world a bit. The place I chose to hang out is Q's house ^O^.

It's a medium-sized two-story house in a regular housing estate. Q moved out to live alone since the first year because he craves freedom. If he lived in a condo, he was afraid the neighbors would hang themselves because of the noise from his music practice.

If he stayed at the Yodsawatin's Palace, his parents might be scared of their son when he shows his artistic side, like yelling when he can't finish a painting on time, arguing with paint cans, paper, and pencils as if they were alive (which I sometimes do too).

So, it's good for everyone that Q moved out to live alone, especially for us who like to skip classes to drink with Nueng's gang often (kids under 18, don't imitate this because it will become addictive, haha).

And since this housing project is one of his family's businesses, Q cleverly invited Tan to live with him because this house is a twin house with a koi pond and a small wooden bridge separating the two houses within the same fence.

This suits Fang perfectly because he's just as eccentric. Q once told me that he saw Fang climbing the roof to add to his invention. When Tan came back and saw it, they had a debate that almost broke the house. It became a topic that Q teased Fang about for a while.

"Where the hell are you, Q? Q, open the door for me!"

I stood yelling and pressing the doorbell for a long time, but Q didn't come to open the door. I called his mobile, but he didn't answer. It's almost noon now. Don't tell me you're still not awake. And the small door couldn't be opened either. Out of frustration, I kicked the iron door to hurt my foot for fun. Damn it, I'll go find Tan instead.

I walked a couple of steps and reached the front of the legendary couple's house. Looking inside, hmm, Fang's car isn't here. But I hope someone is home because I don't want to waste my trip. I rang the doorbell while trying to push the small gate. This time it opened, yay!