Mystery//PremWad

Future

Two long years had passed.

Wad was tired of waiting.

Sure, seeing the rest of Asia had really opened his eyes to how large the world really was but he missed Thailand. He wanted to see his friends again. He wanted to finish his degree, he wanted to see his parents again.

Hell, he even wanted to see King again.

After King healed in the Philipines, he left Wad a great sum of money and went to finish the gang war that he had initially started. Wad was forbidden from returning to Thailand until the war was over and peace had been constructed strongly.

King said the war had ended and that was enough for Wad, so he packed to head home. This was only a little under a year since he had originally left Thailand and his heart was aching. His home country was calling him home.

But King had told him that peace hadn't yet been established and it was still dangerous for him to come back.

The gangs knew he existed, they knew his name as well as his face, and King was terrified of losing his little cousin. So he told Wad to travel.

To go see China, and South Korea. To visit the shrine of the Rabbit God in Taiwan and to climb the Eiffel Tower in Paris. To visit the Buddhist center of the world, and experience what American freedom felt like.

But seeing the world didn't dull the ache.

The throbbing of his heart calling him home triggered a physical sickness as the scar ran deeper with each passing day, and he was growing more impatient with this supposed "peace" that King kept promising was coming soon.

So after waiting out the worst of the holiday travel disasters, Wad decided to fly home, two years after.

Sitting in the first-class cabin of a plane, Wad looked at himself in the camera of his phone to see that he had changed. He looked older, he felt older too.

His hair was still at the same length, with the same pride in Wad's heart for it. He had grown more handsome, his face tanner from his time abroad, but he was freshly shaven and full of nervous energy.

His eyes were darting around his face, pointing out flaws that anyone could have been able to see when they were just looking at him. He felt like he was doing something wrong, though not too terribly wrong as this is exactly what he wanted during all his waiting.

Something else occurred to him as the flight attendant spoke that made him terrified.

What if Prem had forgotten him?

What if Prem had moved on, or been so angry that he resented Wad for not being in contact with him for so long.

"Welcome to Bangkok."

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King tapped his foot against the ground, anxiety rushing through his veins as he looked for his little cousin.

Everything had been prepared for Wad's return. King had even gotten in contact with Kongpob and his friends so that there would be some good welcoming to Wad's return.

They had missed him and were sincerely looking forward to seeing him again, but King was more worried than anything else.

The peace between gangs was not solid enough for Wad to walk about comfortably and it was throwing King off his game. But he couldn't keep Wad away forever.

That wasn't realistic and it was truly cruel.

"P'King!"

His head snapped up and King felt the smile light up his face as he watched Wad walk towards him.