Quarantine

It was a calm, slightly breezy 10 AM Sunday in Bangkok. Not that he opened the windows in his room though, just the news said so. Plus, it was not allowed anyway. Yes, Podd Suphakorn watched weather forecast. He was just that kind of a man. He planned everything, everything in his life was planned. Thus, it was important to know all kind of predisposed factors that could hinder his plans for a day. Yes, that was just how stiff and stuffy his life was. But he didn't regret it --not even the slightest. Because that was how he achieved his successful life now. That, if you counted leading a marketing and sales distribution company with over 1000 employees and average sales 40 million USD per month in age of 35 as successful.

So when all the unplanned pandemic and working from home things crawled into his structured, fixed daily life, he felt like he was doomed. He didn't see it coming. He didn't learn about this in college. He was stress, he was restless. He still woke up at 6 AM in weekdays, brewed his coffee and toasted the oat bread, showered, and then sported his usual working attire, completed with all the crisp ironed dress shirt and silver clipped tie, only to sat behind his table, in his working room, inside his flat. It had been two months since the lockdown started, and he was afraid he would lost his sanity in less than a week from now if the government wouldn't lift the ban soon.

To top everything, he was dying; he missed his assistant so frightening much. He craved for the existence of the real, touchable form of the only colourful part in his life that was called Gawin Caskey. He needed to breathe in that sweet, calming yet masculine scent that perspired from the snow-like soft and white skin. All the through screen-meetings couldn't heal him. He was about to die. Really. Damn you, crown-looking virus!

Rrrrrrrtttt

The metallic black, suede-covered device vibrated on the coffee table beside his reading couch. He put down the business magazine on his thigh, blurted a "Mute TV, please." to the invisible robotic assistant, and grabbed his phone. Speaking of the de-, no, the 'universe's most precious little angel' that was his assistant was calling. Yes, that was how he saved the seven years younger man's number in his contact.

Errgghhmmm... test, test, okay, good.

"Good morning."

"Morning, sir. I'm sorry for calling this early on weekend, but I really need to tell you directly about something."

Podd gulped. The low, bass-like voice drifted sweetly into his ear. Tickled him somewhere down there he couldn't pinpoint. Wait. What? Podd shook his head to gained his overused sanity back. Did he sign a wrong file? No way. Impossible. Did he sleep-texting him and stupidly confessed his feelings? Well, that's possible, but- eiiiyyyyyyyyy!

"What is it, Gawin?"

Okay, nice, just like that, Podd. Stay calm. Stay sane.

"What? You like me? Oh! How convenient! Because I like you too. No- I love you! Let's just get married right now and live happily ever after."