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

Special Story 1-Year Anniversary: The Love Slave (Part 1)

[*This is the first chapter in "We Are Special Stories" (the 5th book)]

Right now, it's just past two in the afternoon—approximately (judging by the sun), because I forgot to wear my watch and was too lazy to check my phone. But I wouldn't be wrong about the time. Oh, let's not call it a guess—"calculated probability" sounds much better and suits someone intelligent and sharp like me. Heh. I mean, come on, it's me—Peeranut! Don't tell me you've completely forgotten me—the most manly and handsome guy in the Fine Arts Faculty?

[T/n: 🤔 I know the most handsome guy in the Fine Arts Faculty, absolutely doesn't look like you.]

What's this? We haven't seen each other for just a short while, and already you've turned away from me? Hah! Women, can't trust them. Good thing my significant other is a man. Hahaha! Whew, I'm rambling too much, time to reel it back in. I mean my sanity—yeah, let's bring that back first.

Right now, I'm standing in front of my dear friend's house—the one who hunts for points and ฟัน. Kind of like Academy Fantasia or The Star, except that the contestants chase their dreams, my friend chases girls. Haha. Based on my hints, can anyone guess where I am? If not, I suggest eating some fish to sharpen your brain. If you guessed right, then try figuring out why I'm here.

[* In case you forgot ฟัน /fun/ 1. Teeth 2. To shag]

Just don't say I came to collect the water bill or sell insurance—that might ruin our friendship. Or maybe you think I'm a municipal worker coming to collect the trash from Chan's front yard? Not even close—normally, I do that at one or two in the morning. Haha, kidding.

It's nothing special—just that I have three days off, and for once, the dentist has some free time. So I figured I'd stop by and check on him. You know, being a good friend, making sure he's not lonely. Sounds noble, right? Of course! I'm all about maintaining my image. Hahaha!

Truth is, I have nowhere else to go. Mr. Handsome ditched me to go home and babysit his Por, Mae, and all the relatives who just got back from Italy. Imagine that—leaving me behind like this! Though, to be fair, he did invite me, but come on, family time with me tagging along? Probably not ideal. So, I let him go on his own.

With Phum gone, Peeranut is free to soar! Staying home? I'd die of boredom. I practically feel like flapping my wings and racing hornbills in the sky! Don't get me wrong—spending time with Phum is great, really great—but sometimes, I just want to admire beautiful sights without someone hovering over me. You feel me, right?

So I immediately called Tan, thinking he'd probably been ditched at home by Fang. But nope—turns out that guy shamelessly tagged along with Fang instead. Damn it! Now, I'm not entirely sure if Tan was invited or if he invited himself like some clingy leech stuck on Fang. But based on my observations, I'd put my money on the latter.

[T/n: Hold up—do you hear that? That's the sound of your soul screaming in envy. Listen, buddy, it's okay. Maybe. Probably. Actually... you should leave your shame at home and come to Charoenkiatwanich's mansion right now.]

With Tan out of the picture, I decided to go see Chan instead. Don't ask why I didn't go to Pan or Q—it's because I didn't want to get caught up in their nonsense and taint my refined self. They're just... beneath me. Haha. I mean, come on, it's a holiday—who would want to waste time dealing with those two lunatics, right? So, I chose Chan. Not only is Chan a normal human being, but he also has top-tier hospitality skills—like he was trained at the Centara Grand Hotel.

No matter where you wish to go, Chan is always ready to drive you. You can pick the destination yourself—even if Chan doesn't like the place, he won't complain. Chan enjoys cosplaying as a rich benefactor, always footing the bill. If you're hurt, he pays. If you die, he pays. Even Muay Thai fighters in brutal championship matches—getting their brows split open and blood splattered everywhere—aren't as eager to cover medical expenses as Chan is, folks!