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

Special Story: 1-Year Anniversary - The Love Slave (Part 2)

* This chapter hasn't been proofread.

My life is pretty much as you see it—daily filled with Mr. Handsome, school, projects, friends, and drinking nights. That's all there is to it. A simple, modest, and content existence, huh? Haha!

And my friends? Curious about how their lives are going right now?

Aside from those three troublemakers I just partied the night away with the other day—yeah, that one got messy—there are still plenty more I haven't even mentioned yet.

Let's start with the first one—it's been countless light-years and centuries since I last saw Fang. The guy's been buried in projects and work.

From what I've heard, though, he's been arguing with Tan a lot. But honestly? That's nothing new—if those two weren't fighting, that would be the real shocker. The reason? Same old story. Lately, Fang has zero time to hang out with Tan, zero time to spend together. Forget about trips—the guy barely even has time to breathe at this point.

And Tan? When he decides to be unreasonable, man, he really deserves a good scolding.

That day, Fang hauled his work over to our condo for Phum and me to help with, since Tan was off in Malaysia with his family. During that period, talking to Fang practically required advanced linguistic skills—the guy was so out of it, his brain couldn't process anything properly. He literally squeezed toothpaste out thinking it was facial foam. Then claimed the pear was delicious, even though I had just handed him a rose apple.

Crisis mode, folks—Tan's dear wife is falling apart.

[T/n: I washed my face with toothpaste a few times. Felt refreshed in more ways than one (minty fresh), worked even better than coffee...]

But at least now he's probably done submitting his project, so he should finally get some much-needed rest. If anyone wants to find Fang, just check the snooker tables—he's there every single day. To the point he might get snookered by Tan because this guy is seriously addicted to snooker.

The problem isn't the snooker addiction, but the fact that some girl got hooked on him instead. And of course, he went and exchanged Line and WhatsApp with her.

Tan found out.

Ohhh man, I was this close to calling the fire department to stand by outside their house. The atmosphere? Absolutely explosive. The entire neighborhood came out to watch. I had never seen Fang go wild like that. Normally, he just yells.

He threw everything within reach—big frames, statues, tables, even the giant speaker, somehow, he still managed to lift it. Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.

But in the end, they miraculously made it through the crisis. Gracefully, smoothly, delicately... and in a way I'll never understand.

In the morning, they were practically murdering each other—by afternoon, they were sitting there all lovey-dovey like nothing ever happened.

Anyway, if any girls want to find Tan, head to the game shop. Want to see Fang? Snooker club. And if you're in the mood for a boxing match, just drop by their house—those two have been brawling a lot lately. Hahaha!

Recently those two actually broke up—just to add some drama and excitement to their lives, I guess. The whole ordeal had us all losing sleep over it.

I think they managed to stay broken up for about three days and two hours.

Tan was the one who initiated the breakup—then proceeded to cry his eyes out and spiral into total meltdown mode. One more step, and I was this close to inviting monks over to perform a farewell ritual for his soul.