Sweetness

Chapter 23

Pha would kicked his own butt if he could. Approaching Yo the way he did; bringing in Forth out of nowhere, definitely didn't earn him anything aside of Yo's tears. God, he's such a jerk.

Pha chose to find Kit and Beam then hurried them to go back to Bangkok. On the ride back, both Kit and Beam were silent, watched Pha being puzzled at the back seat. Beam, being the one with the clearest head, drove the car. He remembered what P'Forth said last night.

"You know, Ai Pha, you had to take the risk. You already lost this chance once in the past, only because you care too much about what people think and forget to listen to what your heart's telling you. Why are you hesitating now? N'Yo already did his best to follow you to this university, just like you wished for. He already tried his best to reach you out. Now it's your turn to reach out to him."

Beam's words slapped Pha the hardest because it's all true. What did he afraid off? It doesn't matter if Yo didn't like him like he used to. Pha will try his best to make Yo fall in love with him once again.

"And before I forgot, P'Forth want you to promise that you will never again make Yo cry. Promise?"

"Tell that man I promised, eventhough I don't know who the hell he is."

Pha pulled out his phone and started a chat with Yo. He will try his hardest from now on.

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Beam yawned. When they got back, Pha immediately chased after Yo, got kicked at the shin and currently having a meal with him, stuffing the younger boy with sushi. Attack via stomach seemed effective for Yo's defense. Growing boys were weak against food, indeed.

After Beam turned the rented CRV, Kit and him went to buy some food and took a nap at home. Kit need it to wash away all his lingered hangover (he drank quite heavily because fuming about someone distracted him from remembering his alchohol intake) and Beam need it to relax his muscles after two days driving.

The moment they reached the front door, there're some letters at the mailbox. Kit brought all in, just to read later. They ate their foods and went to take a nap. The moment Beam's head touched the pillow, he's a goner.

Beam woke up first. A short nap did a wonder to his body. He stretched and moved to the kitchen. He need to water his parched throat. Beam saw the letter they picked up earlier and started to check it. There're flier, flier, flier, oh-coupon!, catalog, catalog, flier, flier and a white envelope with his name written on the front.

Beam turned it to see the sender but there were no name. His name at the front were typed, not writen by hand. He shook it and heard nothing. Beam opened the envelope to pullout the folded paper. He didn't believe what he saw. Or rather read.

On the paper were sticked on cutted letters, like a mozaic children in kindergarden usually made. The color were bright but the words were not.

You'll fall from grace, you disgusting fucking faggot. Watch your back!

Never in his twenty years of life he ever imagined he will receive a threath letter. It had his name. That person knew where he lived. What if they became hostile and hurt Kit? Beam rubbed his forehead. What do he do know? Should he go to the police? Their dorm, being an older building in the complex, only had CCTV at the front lobby and there were guest book. But one could lied about delivering package to one room and headed to the other.

Beam still thought about what to do when his phone chimed. A message. Hesitantly, Beam opened it. An unknown number.

Do you like my gift?

God dammit!

Beam pushed dial and waited for it to be connected. But no answers. That asshole were a coward! He typed a reply furiously.

If you hurt my friends, I'll hunt you down and erased your fucking existence myself.

Beam sent the message, put the letter in to the envelope and saved it inside a clear folder and kept it at his room. He will preserve the evidence and when he found that stupid shit, they will know what were the consequences of messing with him.

No one threaten his loved one and survive without repercussion. No one.