IN THE MATTER OF MONTHS

5. You were it for me

Tine leaned on the door of his childhood bedroom, heartbeat fast, breathing irregularly, he looked around to distract himself, the room was just as he had left it, old scubb posters still pasted on his walls, little graffiti gibberish on different areas, that he had made when he was 15, he remembered how little time they had spent in this house when he was a child. Only visiting during holidays or important family occasions but still, it felt more of home than their Newyork home in which he lived with his parents all his life till he reached university and decided he wanted to study in his home country.

He had always been fascinated about Thailand and its close knit family cultures and high values, when he visited thailand in his early childhood, his Grandfather would take him to visit different cities, he remembered visiting chiang mai when he was 13, his grandfather along with 16 year old Type and 10 Year old Cheryl had taken them on a 3 day trip when they were home for the summer break. He had taken the kids to see the age-old temples, and although the kids had initially whined about-only old people should visit temples-and wanted to visit the nearby amusement park. But they had loved seeing the temples and meeting the monks who told them old stories related to the temples. Tine remembered feeling peace and had made it a habit of visiting the temples in every summer break, both of his siblings would mostly tag along, or sometimes he would visit with his grandparents but he tried to visit often, whenever he was in Thailand.

He had felt a sense of loneliness in the foreign countries he had stayed in, often finding his views very different from his western peers, he did not hate it, he had found some great friends while traveling all over the world, but the sense of belongingness-that only came in Thailand.

It was a rather small issue but not for an overseas Thai family like the Teepakorns, all of them were attached to their country. You only understand the importance of homeland when you are far away from it.

It took him a total of 10 minutes to decide that he would study Mass Media in his country after he completed his high school in america.

Type had graduated from cambridge with a degree in business, and he was going to manage the new branch of his family business in Thailand, Tine was the impulsive brother, often taking his decisions based on emotions, on a whim. But Type had a rule of thinking all the pros and cons before taking his decisions. For him, he had always valued his family as his first priority and his work as his second, nothing else really mattered to Type Teepakorn, the guy had never dated because of his uptight and unapproachable aura even when he was adored by everyone because of his superior good looks. So, both the brothers came to Thailand but Tine decided to stay in the campus dorm, since Type would be too busy with his work. 

over the two years they both met often on the weekends though.

He laid down on the bed body resigning the second it met the soft mattress, the sweet scent of fabric softener filled his nose, looks like his mom had gone ahead and cleaned his room, tired eyes shut but he was far from sleeping, fierce eyes swam in his senses, the eyes which had the power to hold him captive, which still could wake goosebumps with its intensity. He smiled softly, Sarawat still looked so ethereally gorgeous, over all these years he had aged like fine wine, and kept getting better. The white dress shirt he wore today clung to his body so finely. The few open buttons gave Tine the glimpse of his hard, defined chest, it was a struggle not to look at him, he had to physically force himself not to look down at his legs or his butt. Sarawat still used the same cologne , the one that made him smell like sandalwoods mixed with raw male musk. Tine had tried to find the cologne all these years to no avail, nothing matched the scent of Sarawat.

Tine bit his lips, this was pathetic, the guy had broken his heart and left him bleeding but here he was getting turned on by the little, rather unfriendly encounter with the guy, this was freshman year all over again.