Trash Polka | ForthBeam

Chapter 10

"Wait, you know about the video and you didn't tell me?!"

Beam widened his eyes. He couldn't believe his ears. Kit knew about the video regarding the hazer team and he didn't bother telling me?! Above that, he still approves of Forth being my boyfriend?! What a—

"If you're talking about the sex tape—"

"Wait, what sex tape?"

"—then yes, I know. Wait, what?"

Kit blinked.

Beam stared at him until realization came hitting him across his face like that one time Pha hit Kit's face with a celery.

"You horny motherfu— I'm telling Nong Ming and Ai'Pha!" Beam shouted while taking out his phone from his pocket.

"No!" Kit yelled, diving in to grab Beam's hand before he could do anything. "It was an accident!"

Beam stared at him in disbelief. "You accidentally watched a sex tape and ended up enjoying it?"

"Yes! Wait, no!" answered a flustered Kit. When Beam laughed, Kit grumbled, "Whatever. What video were you talking about anyway?!"

Beam sighed.

"Wait," he said as he scrolled down his Facebook. When he spotted the video, he gave his phone to Kit. "Watch that."

They were on a few meters away from the moons and stars photoshoot spot, but Beam stopped Kit on his track to watch the video. He didn't want Kit to faint in front of a dozen people. While Kit was immersed in the video, occasionally letting out a gasp and grunt, Beam was gnawing on his bottom lip in nervousness.

"Shit, Ai'Beam," Kit complained, his face pale. "Why did you show me a video of some gang fight?"

Beam groaned in absolute frustration. "Look closer, blind bitch."

After the shorter man rewinded the video over and over again, he shouted, "What the fuck! I might actually faint! Why is he—"

"Lower your damn volume before I slap your ass all the way to Japan," Beam hissed.

"Why is your husband beating up that poor man?!" Kit ended up whisper-yelling. "Is this the reason he was kicked off the hazer team?!"

Beam stared at his confused eyes and sighed. "That poor man is a fucking rapist... and yes. Yes, it is."

"Shit," Kit muttered. "Bitch, who's the admin behind this page then? We can sue the fuck out of her."

"First of all... you're not wrong," Beam concluded. "Second, I'm pretty sure..."

Beam was unable to finish his sentence because his eyes were focused on something else... or more like someone else.

"You're pretty sure...?"

"I'm pretty sure Suthee's gonna fucking die," Beam uttered.

What he saw was a fuming Park walking towards the moons and stars photoshoot spot. Hell, to say he was fuming was a huge understatement. The man was absolutely furious, with his eyebrows knitted and fists clenched.

"Rest in peace, Nong Suthee," Kit simply said. "You're pretty sure what again...?"

"Rest in pieces, maybe," Beam mumbled.

"What do you— Oy! Ai'Beam!"

Before Kit could ask what he meant, Beam stormed all the way to Park, stopping him from launching at Suthee and making his prediction come true. He ran towards the angry man and wrapped his fingers around his wrist, turning him around.