Complicated Heart (TaeTee)

Please Don't

Don't look into my eyes if you don't care about me
Don't hold my hand if you don't love me
Don't say you miss me if it isn't true
Please don't make me love you

I am only
a sensitive person
when I love someone, I give my heart
and get hurt easily (แปลเพลงอย่าทำให้ฉันรักเธอ - บัวชมพู ฟอร์ด (Don't Make Me Love You)

Tee

"P'Tae, P'Tae..."

"Hug TeeTee..."

Fans are screaming.

I giggled tugging P'Tae's t-shirt playfully. Screaming increased. P'Tae took my neck in a headlock, pulling me closer. Fans went insane.

It's our thing. I would tease P'Tae until he loses his cool and punishes me with a headlock or a subtle kick to my butt. It's TaeTee and fans love it. But there's an undercurrent of something different now. When he's touching me in public he's cautious, as if he would somehow show his real intentions.

He watches me, these days. He looks at me a lot when I'm not looking at him. He may think it's discreet. He can't even deny it because the moments are caught in fan cams. But when I look into his eyes he would avoid my gaze. It wasn't intentional, I know it's not. He doesn't mean to avert his eyes. I know he's not uncomfortable with me because he's too sweet to me when we're alone.

"Bye, byeee... P'Tae, TeeTee"

We bid farewell to the fans. I sent flying kisses and mini hearts. P'Tae waved his hand.

I got in the van. I'm exhausted. It's exhausting sometimes, as much as I love our fans. And it's very late. The event ran late than we thought. I could hear P'Kim bickering with Copter. Bas is already settled in a corner seat, absorbed in his phone. Staff is gathering our stuff and mae Janean is giving out orders. I closed my eyes tuning out the hassle inside the van. I don't even in the mood to look at my phone.

P'Tae settled next to me. I turned to look at him in mild surprise. He rarely sits with me when the whole band travels together. It's either next to nong Bas or P'Kim. But today, he's sitting close to me in the cramped space of the van.

"You're sweating," He murmured passing me a tissue. It's a balmy night. Despite the air-conditioner, I'm still sweating profusely.

"I'm tired." I exhaled accepting the tissue. Sweat trickled down my neck and temples. I dabbed the tissue over my forehead, neck and chest visible through the half unbuttoned shirt.

"You did well today," He smiled eyeing my face. His eyes dropped down to my neck. Taking the tissue from my hand he pressed it gently behind my ear. My heart fluttered at his bold gesture. It's getting worse now, my addiction to him. My fascination and infatuation had gotten worse since the night we spent together in that hotel room. It's been a week, yet the memories are still fresh in my mind. "You've missed a spot," He quickly gave the tissue back to me, realizing his place. Did he notice the longing in my eyes? I hope not.