Knock Knock

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Beam woke up with a major headache to the sound of a muted news report coming from his broken radio.

"Two unknown male campers were found dead and half-naked on the foot of..." the radio anchor reported.

Beam is wide awake now.

Why is he here? Safe and sound in his own little hole. A small 6 x 15-meter studio complex in a not so trustworthy part of Bangkok.

And why is he naked? He can barely remember anything. Looking at all his already worn-out clothes scattered all around the floor. He tried his best to remember everything that happened last night but nothing comes into mind.

When he got tired of thinking. He tried to go back to sleep.

But every time he closes his eyes, the eyes of a lifeless little girl would suddenly appear haunting him. Where did he see those eyes again? Why can't he remember shit!

As exhausted as all of his being is, he forced himself to get up and put some sustenance in his body even if it's just a week old stale bread. He doesn't have a refrigerator so he really can't store anything for a long time. And even if he does have a ref, he won't be able to fill it up with anything. That's how broke he is.

Snatching and sniffing his two day old boxers and deciding the smell is still okay. He began to rummage through the cupboard above his bedroom table which is just beside his bed. There he found a can of corn kernel, a matchbox, a pack of white bread with only a third of it remaining and a pack of decaffeinated coffee.

He took the matchbox, bread and coffee. He then looked for his old kettle, put some tap water inside and placed it on top of his butane burner. He lit a match and turned his burner on.

While waiting for the water to boil, he went to his bathroom sink and looked at himself at the mirror. Last night was really weird, why can't he remember a thing?

After several minutes of contemplating, the water kettle suddenly whistled. He went to turn off the burner as he doesn't want to waste any more of its gas.

He was stirring his coffee when someone knocked so loud on his door.

"Beam Baramee?! Police!" Beam's heartbeat went on a race. He never really had a good experience with them. "Open up!" the knocks kept on getting louder.

"Gimme a sec!" he shouted. He is still frowning and his heart seems to be palpitating now. He looked around and checked if he has to hide something.

"Why are you acting guilty? You haven't even done anything wrong?" he thought to himself. He went to his door, put on the latch and slowly opened it.

"Yes?" Beam asked through the door.

"Detective Jatuphoom. Are you Beam Baramee?" a young detective asked.

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[A/N] Easter egg hunt! Did you see the clue to our first couple cameo? Who do you think would it be?

Hmmm... just a heads up, I'm gonna break some fujoshi and fudanshi's heart on the next chapters. so please don't kill me! I'm just a budding writer wanting to be recognized by my oppas. 😂

And yes! This is where Forth comes in.

See you in the next chapter!

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