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

Special Chapter: The other side of the story from Phum II

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"If you really like me, then court me."

Ever since I was born, I can remember that I've never had to flirt with anyone because people have always approached me first. I never thought that one day I would have to court a man. Plus, this man was my slave. But what could I do since I already liked this short guy? I had to court him as he ordered.

If I were to speak honestly, I didn't know why I liked that short guy. Even now, I still can't find the answer. I couldn't find the reason and I didn't think I'd waste time looking for it. I liked him, that's all. I didn't want to think about anything deep or complicated. I just knew that he was a perfect match for my heart.

Shorty was different from anyone else I had ever talked to or dated. Every time I called him, every time I invited him to go out or have a meal, it felt like I was talking to a friend. I didn't have to embellish my words to be elegant and nice, didn't have to try to be a leader, didn't have to create an image of being a gentleman. I just had to be myself and that made every moment I spent with Peem comfortable.

Shorty made my ordinary days filled with smiles. Just by treating me to a few-baht coconut ice cream and even stealing my nuts and jackfruit, he makes me realize that every day from now on will be special as long as I have this short guy with me, even if it's not very romantic.

Peem would do whatever he wanted to do, expressing himself as he was. Even though he openly declared that I should court him, he didn't try to make me love him at all. He was still cheerful, sassy, foul-mouthed, bold and sharp with his insults, because that was Peem's unvarnished nature. Peem always showed himself naturally, and his naturalness made me fall in love.

The day I kissed Peem for the first time still feels like it just happened. Our first kiss, Peem's first kiss... you know, Shorty was so cute. Heh, his pink lips, which always spewed insults, when touched, felt like sipping warm milk. It was soft, fragrant, sweet, and pure, giving me such a good feeling that I didn't want to be apart.

Where have you been all my life? Why am I just meeting you?
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I had done many bad things in my life, especially fighting, which was almost a daily routine for me. But I never picked a fight with anyone except those who wanted to try me. I didn't hesitate to respond because my life was mine to control. I alone had the right to decide to live or die. Until the day a small hand pulled my shirt sleeve, and his clear eyes looked at me as if pleading.

"Today you might only get a split lip from the fight, but what if one day it's more than that? What if they ambush you, wanting revenge to the point of taking your life? What will you do then? Think about it... I just worry about you."

I decided in that moment that from now on, besides living for myself, I would also live my life for someone else.
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"Be my faen ná!"

I didn't hesitate at all to ask Peem to be my boyfriend. Even though the atmosphere wasn't very romantic, without any token of love, just his hand holding my shirt sleeve on an old bicycle was enough.

I remember how shy I was when I said those words, how my heart raced while waiting for his answer. My legs trembled so much that I could barely pedal the bike. Good thing we weren't looking at each other, or Shorty would have teased me relentlessly. And just the word "Hmm" just a short "Hmm" from Peem's mouth, made me almost ditch the bike and pull him into a tight hug.

We were officially a couple.

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I knew I wasn't a romantic guy, but I wanted to impress Shorty. I bought aloe vera for Peem, which made him laugh until I felt angry. But when I explained the reason, he rewarded me with a sweet kiss. Worth it, heh.