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

CHAPTER 82: Volunteer Camp (Part 4)

*This chapter hasn't been proofread.

After the performances from each team ended, we had a little afterparty. While everyone else was eating actual food, Fren was snacking on the microphone—same affliction as Pan. She didn't even need to speak—just holding the mic and breathing into it seemed to satisfy her.

We dug into our late-night feast, while Friendly and Green turned the event into a full-on comedy show. Honestly? Way more entertaining than a stand-up show by P'Nose (a Thai stand-up comedian).

Meanwhile, mid-meal, there was some murder happening—probably Dr. Karn's crew. Their thunderous cheers of "You're DEAD, YOU'RE DEAD!" were not subtle.

On another note—where the hell did P'Klao, Tan, Chan, and Beer vanish to?!

Knowing them? Either they snuck off to down some booze, or maybe Chan was off to flirt with N'Ping again.

But whatever. Right now, I've got food in front of me, a little bit of liquor, and live music (Sure, the singing sounded more like a Buddhist chant than an actual song, but hey—it counts).

This? This is the good life.

Forget everything else—I need to eat now, or Qand Toey are gonna wipe out the buffet before I even get a chance.

CRASH!!!

"Hey! Calm the hell down, man. Aren't you embarrassed in front of the juniors?!"

"Embarrassed?! The thief who stole from me isn't embarrassed, so why the hell should I be?!"

"M, please, just drop it and sort this out back in Bangkok. We're leaving tomorrow—no point causing trouble now."

"Easy for you to say, Chan—you didn't get robbed! Whatever bastard took my stuff, I'm not letting this slide! I'll search everyone if I have to. Let me go!"

"Can you just shut up for a second, M? I already told you we'll help find it!"

"Hah. Yeah, sure we'll find it, P'Bird. Like the thief is really gonna hand it back. Ptui. Volunteer camp? If they'll steal a damn phone, what's next, the club funds?!"

The commotion outside instantly killed the fun atmosphere. Friendly and Green, who were just cracking jokes moments ago, now looked visibly uncomfortable. The rest of us—mid-meal—stood up to check what was happening.

What we saw:

Chan holding back M, who looked ready to explode.

Dol, Phum, and a bunch of others standing around, watching.

The lively music? Cut off.

The mood? Heavy.

"Hey! This is getting out of hand! Your stuff's missing—fine—but don't take it out on the whole camp! You might've just dropped it somewhere!"

Tan shoved M in the chest. Things were escalating fast. Tan, please, you're not the hotheaded kid you used to be. You're grown up now, man.

Sensing trouble, Fang stepped forward to stand beside Tan, seemingly trying to calm him down.

"I didn't lose it! Fluke saw me put it in my bag, in my room!"

"So what's your deal, huh?! The damn thing's gone, but P'Bird already said we'd help find it! Stop acting up!"

"Oh, I'm acting up?! Yeah, sure—easy for you! I'm not rich like you, damn it!"

M lunged at Tan, ready to swing.