MY YOUTH IS OURS EnglishVersion

Paper Dreams

Dreams, dreams in a vivid slumber
We're connected, when I hold my breath
You're the only one who knows how to wake me
And underneath the stars
Fall asleep with your hand on my heart
You won't let it skip a beat
In the cold
In the cold, cold winter
Hey love, I won't hurt you
Nights will come and go
I won't hurt you
You'll never dream alone

From nowhere, P'New comes to me.

Always full of ideas. Always with eyes that see beyond the landscape or faces. He came to me with high expectations. Communicating the new Make it Right guidelines.

"I've been wanted to start pre-production, boys! "

I have a feeling it's early.

We just started the publicity tour. We went to four shows on the same day. It's not possible that the sponsors would want to renew without at least having aired the first episode. It doesn't make any sense.

And, equally out of the blue, I'm on a set. Script in hand. Makeup artists scrubbing my face. But wait... The paper is blank.

What's happening?

P ' Manasaporn is smiling. Euphoric!

"I'm so glad it's time for you guys... "

Guys?

What's the deal?

"Silence on the set! "

P ' exclaims on Walkietalkie.

What do I need to do?

OH Buddha!

What are my says?

I'm alone here and I don't even know what environment it is. It's like a restaurant. But there are no customers and...

"Sorry for the delay, P ' Champ "

That voice?

I know it. But what should I answer?

I turn around and face Rathavit. Wearing velvet sweatshirt, raised sleeves revealing his handsome white arms. He's scratching his eyes underneath the big glasses lenses.

"All right, Wit. I just arrived "

Why did I say that?

But I know that's what I should say.

Was that instinct or was it in the script of that wordless paper?

"Even so...

(He approaches me)

... I don't like to make ya wait"

His sly voice is very typical of him. It doesn't sound like Wit's thing.

In fact... Why Champ and Wit are in the same scene?

The director expects me to do something, but I don't know what it is.

Everyone in the studio observes me and I feel the sweat dripping. Who had the brilliant idea to start filming the second season all of a sudden? No preparation at all.

And the words come out of my mouth automatically. Apparently I know the text. How do I know the text if I heard abt pre-production two minutes ago?

"How was your class? "

"Hm. Exhausting, Phi... I am very tired and need someone to take care of me... "

What he just said is not his character.

The "Phi" is referring to me not to the Phi Champ. How can he act like that?

He closes the distance and puts his arms around my neck.

Fuck!!! This is definitely far away from what is allowed in a Thai BL. The tone of voice he uses is completely pornography.

I've totally lost track of what's going on here!

Champ, better saying, I grab his waist between my fingers and kiss.

No!! I want that, but it doesn't seem right.

That's not the way the Asian series work.

We're kissing with tongues. With more passion than our kisses in real life.

How did Wit and Champ get involved in this way?

And P'New is putting more firewood in the fire.

"Stronger. More tongue. Don't be shy, boys... Nong Phiravich, raise his blouse. Pet his butt inside... Right! That way... "

I don't want to do this. Part of me wants to, but another part doesn't want it to be like this, with all this critical audience.

My hands are warm, but they tremble with nervousness.

So wrong.

So exciting.

So...

(Ambient changes)

I'm in the middle of the street now. No pants on. A hectic traffic and cars honking at me. Men mocking me. I'm erect and I have nowhere to hide.

Where is he?

Why did he leave me here?

I hear a hoarse giggle echoing, followed in the same voice with sexy tone and driving my senses crazy.

"We need to train, Nong Phi "

The Pang on my dick is so strong that I wake up.

I'm in the same state I was in the final part of the dream: Marble man with accelerated beats of heart and latent limb.

So this is how my dawn is blessed...

In the illusion that we will be cast for the next season that has not even been commissioned. With our characters making themselves lovers. Wit and Champ living a torrid romance in the style "Thai Sugar Baby and sugar Daddy"

That's stupid!

But... What a boner for stupidity...