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

Special Story 2: Dwarf-Brand Condensed Milk (Part 1)

[*This chapter hasn't been proofread.]

Bang Tee (sometimes) na Bang Tee
Bang Tee isn't Bang Phli
Bang Phli isn't Bang Phlat
Bang Phlat isn't Bang Chak (a petroleum and energy conglomerate)
Bang Chak might not be as big as PTT (Petroleum Authority of Thailand)

Hey... you remember me, right? You do remember who I am... don't you?

Come on, I'm not James Jirayum, don't look at me like that. And no, I'm not Porche Saran either! Hahaha.

I'm Peem. The fabulous Peem you already know (winks).

So listen—if I seem like I'm rambling around aimlessly, it's not because I've got nothing to do.

In reality, I'm buried under a mountain of work so high I'm not even sure anymore which one's my hair and which one's a paintbrush. I haven't slept in what feels like a century. My clothes probably smell like a municipal garbage truck. I haven't showered, haven't eaten, haven't been home.

Ugh.

Speaking of home, just thinking about it makes me want to dump the tray of paint over Q's head. I'm mad, okay? There's drama.

[T/n: what crimes did you commit in your past life, Q?]

The kid at home—he doesn't listen. We haven't talked in days... Well, okay, technically it's only been a day. But I'm the kind of guy who likes to go big with my storytelling, alright?

The point is, I'm pissed because Phum is still hanging out with those damn street racer punks.

Look, I get it, just because someone likes racing, gambling, or chasing thrills doesn't automatically make them a bad person. Street racing can be considered a kind of sport. I get that.

But the group Phum's been racing with?... It seems like they're involved in shady stuff—drugs, maybe other illegal things. That's why I don't want Phum getting mixed up with them. But he still goes.

Ever since we got together, I've never tried to control his life—not once.

(Okay—not counting the times I banned him from going anywhere near the medical building. That's a separate issue.)

I've only ever asked for this one thing. Just this. And he couldn't even give me that.

Yeah, I know he loves cars. I get it. But if he's really going to choose cars over me...

Well, Peeranat has options too, you know.

I've tried every option—except the one that's actually right.

Hahaha.

Still laughing. What a joke. Fighting with your boyfriend, hilarious, isn't it?

Dammit!

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"Peem, the fact that you're such a cheerful person who radiates goodwill toward every living creature on this planet—that's a good thing, you know."

"Joe, I asked for meat. Too much soup and I'm bloated."

While stealing a tiny break from the crazy rush of finishing our final project of the month, we snuck out for a quick drink and some snacks—stuff that's probably hell for your lungs. If Phum caught me here, we'd be arguing until even Toey lost his voice. But so what? I don't give a damn. Screw it. He doesn't care about me anyway.

Just thinking about it pisses me off. Damn, my head's pounding. And what the hell is this cigarette? Vanilla-scented? Seriously? What kind of dainty little prince smokes this crap? But hey, it's free. Doesn't matter what it smells like, we'll die just as fast anyway.