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

Special Story 1-Year Anniversary-The Love Slave (Part 5)

[This chapter hasn't been proofread.]

By the time our "national-level mission" was peacefully concluded with no casualties—though Q came pretty close—it was already past five in the evening. So, we decided to go grab something to eat. It took us forever to agree on where to go, and things nearly blew up. I honestly don't get why we even bother arguing, since everything always ends up under Fang's royal decree anyway. Today, His Highness suddenly wanted moo kratha (Thai BBQ).

If we had gone with Chan and Beer's suggestion, we'd have been chillin' in an air-conditioned mall buffet by now.  But nope, we didn't want to go far, we stayed near campus. Not at the same place where Phum and Kluen once had that epic karaoke battle, though. No way we'd step foot there again. Honestly, I can't even drive past it without wanting to throw a paper bag over my head. Sigh.

And of course, since there were so many of us, we had to push a bunch of tables together. Not totally sure if two grills would be enough. But hey, somehow we always manage. It's kind of a survival-of-the-fittest thing anyway.

[T/n: Peem might be the smallest among them, but when it comes to food fights, he's a fearless beast. He never loses 😂. Not sure about Phum though.]

"P'Q, are you okay? Want Toey to take you home? Toey is worried. Toey don't wanna end up a widow."

"So... are you worried about me or about you, huh? Heh. Nah, I'm not leaving you behind. And besides, until I drain the blood out of that bastard Chan, I'm not dying. No way."

And that, my friends, is peak romance. This... was the sweetest Q had ever gotten.

The rest of us just pretended we didn't hear that sweet little moment and turned our attention to the beer promotion girl instead. Chan and Matt were eyeing each other like they were about to order a beer... or something else entirely. Beer was still outside on the phone. Mick was busy giving a passionate TED Talk about how the layout of a moo kratha restaurant somehow connects to tsunami formation. And really, only Pan was listening. Tan and Fang had already gone off to gather food.

And what was I waiting for? Let's go, Nong Phumin! Whenever we hit up a buffet, Phum's job is just to trail behind me and hold the stuff I pick out for him. He's not really into buffets; he prefers one dish, nice and tidy. Spaghetti, steak, pad thai, or omelets. Conveyor belt-style eating isn't his thing. So I always just grab the things I know he likes. He never asks me to get anything specific—I have to ask him if he wants more or something else. I'm telling you, being Phum's boyfriend is a divine calling. Haha!

"Skinny, want some sushi?"

"Nah."

"How about Baked Shrimp with Glass Noodles? Oh wait... you're allergic to shrimp, right? But I want it. You can eat the glass noodles though, yeah?"

The person standing behind me gave a quiet nod. Maybe we got lucky showing up early tonight—there was still plenty to choose from. Come around 7 p.m. and you're left staring at empty grills.

"Yo, Peem! Grab some for me too!" That was Pan, already shoveling beef, pork, and liver like he was prepping for a famine.

So, with a dramatic sigh, I brought some for him too—while Phum trailed behind me, dutifully carrying dipping sauces for the whole crew.

I was at the very end of the table. Then came Phum, followed by Beer, Matt, Toey, and Q sitting at the head. Across from them were Tan—right across from Toey—then Fang, Pan, Mick, and Chan.

And finally, the grand feast began. Spoons and chopsticks were clashing nonstop. No red lights to stop us here, so why bother holding back? Everyone else was busy eating, but I had another job: keeping my son alive.