"What are you looking at, you assholes? Is my face like some soap opera character or what? Or maybe you want to win the lottery? Huh! Even if you buy the same face as yours, it won't hit the jackpot. You lottery slaves, stop staring now!"

Sounds harsh, doesn't it? For the first impression that I've given, I must sincerely apologize and strongly hope that you won't hold it against me. I didn't mean to be rude at all, honestly. I can swear to it, but I can't keep my mouth shut because I am too nervous. These symptoms often occur when I have to walk through a crowd that I'm not familiar with, especially alone. It gets even worse if I become the target of more than five pairs of eyes. The chances of me blurting out swear words, scratching my head awkwardly, or saying something unpleasant tend to increase. It happens easily, as you can see right now. What's even worse is that now I don't just have five pairs of eyes, but it might be a hundred now, damn!

I am currently walking through the front courtyard of the Engineering Faculty building around noon, in an atmosphere reminiscent of a day when monks gathered one thousand two hundred fifty images for... for what, huh? Well, I can't remember why the monks gathered but let's put that aside for now. I want to know more about why Thailand has to produce so many engineers. Who says we're an agricultural country? Why don't you produce more farmers then?

I am a naturally curious person, with a high imagination and observant (sometimes excessive) nature. Therefore, I often pay attention to things happening around me. When I become the focus of someone's attention, I sometimes think that I might receive attention from others in the same way. However, the reality is... Is anyone free enough to bother with whether I'm passing by? Each person looks preoccupied with their food and thick study materials. But my senses keep telling me that there might be something there. Like I said, my imagination is high.

I mustered the courage and sneakily glanced from the corner of my eye, only to realize that some groups of students were looking at me for real. Moreover, they were whispering to each other and bursting into laughter. Now, what should I do? Should I smile back or pretend not to notice? Which is the best way?? Oh lord! I have no idea what they're laughing about. Perhaps it's about solving a physics exam question (back in high school, I used to enjoy laughing when solving physics problems because doing anything more than that was beyond my capacity). But no matter what those people are laughing about, individuals with a 'positive' mindset like me should issue a warning right away: "You guys better keep your mouths shut, just a little advice."

I want to lift my head and look directly at them, but I don't dare to. I can only lower my head and mutter like a bear eating honey, all while speeding up to almost a sprint to get out of this spot as quickly as possible.

Seriously, being a socially awkward person is not a laughing matter.

"Hey, Nong! What's your name? So adorable! My friend here likes you."

There you have it! Just like what a fortune teller told me before, my senses are pretty accurate when it comes to picking up this kind of shit.

As one of those bastards called out to tease me, there were echoes of laughter following it. Believe me when I say karma is real! I've experienced similar behaviors when my friends and I used to ogle at girls passing by the faculty. Now I know how those girls felt.

I'm sure those girls are feeling the same way as I am right now. It's a feeling of wanting to stop walking, take off my shoes, and smack those guys in the face, one by one. Then, silently not in your heart: "Don't ever pass these groups alone"

"Hey, I'm Din, 069-22-3333. I'm free any day any time, just give me a call"

Alright, I'm done with this prologue. From now on, I would like to be myself completely.

"Love - lovely my foot, you son a b***!" I wanted to shout at them. "Who would call you? You idiots!"

But in reality, I could only keep my head down and quicken my pace until it almost turned into a run. Even if they were on the wrong side, this is the engineering zone. If I yelled out what I felt, I'm sure hundreds of engineering students would gladly come together to decorate my face with feet and heels.

Just you wait, guys. This grudge must be settled. Another ten years is still not too late.

"Hey, Peem! Peem! This way!"

Like the sound of a bell ringing at the end of the year. Like a mortar that's been pushed to the summit. Like lice found on a head. Like a husband... wait a minute. Before I go to the sea, before I go down to the bay, let me quickly move forward to find the person who called me.

(T/N: he rambles so much haha)

Thaen!! Where the hell have you been!? To let me face such a terrible fate for a long time by myself.

I silently groaned, not forgetting to turn around and look at those bastards with a scrutinizing gaze. As soon as I have my friends with me, I can fight anyone! My condition now is probably similar to a dog seeing its owner return home, or like a princess about to be cursed by a witch, and a prince appears just in time to save. Only this prince didn't ride a white horse; instead, he just jumped off the back of a motorcycle before shouting thanks to his friend who rode off with the scrap metal.

"Look how cool my friend's motorcycle is! His family opened an auto repair shop. He just customized it himself recently. Cool right?!" Thaen excitedly told me, hands by the hips, eyes still watching the motorcycle with admiration. Too busy admiring to glance at me to realize what he had done that led me to face these unfortunate events today.

"You think it looks like Transformer? Same, huh? We rode here from the library. Gotta say the girls were all looking at us"

Or maybe they were looking not because you guys were cool, but because they were annoyed.

"Really? Do you have insurance?" I asked, not referring to the motorcycle, but rather if he had life insurance. Thaen just laughed loudly, poor guy didn't get the joke.

"Why, would you buy me that? Oii, why are you kicking me? Ouch! It hurts, you jerk! Fuck Peem! Small like a puppy but damn harsh punches" Thaen wailed as I kicked his shin with the force of a cat's scratch, but he made it sounds so serious.

"Stop that now, ok? Do you want to stand and talk here until tomorrow evening? Let me go find a mat to sit on," I grumbled, annoyed. Thaen laughed loudly before using my shoulder as an armrest. The air was so hot it could kill, yet he dared to put his heavy arm on me.

This guy is weird as fuck. Even after being scolded by his friend, he's still in a good mood, looking as happy as a dog owner who has just returned home from work to play with his favorite dog. But today, the dog doesn't want to play, it wants to chew your head instead.

"So, today Khun Peem is playing the role of a villain, huh? What's up? Bad mood? Not happy to see my face?"

"Stop it, will you? I wanna puke"

"Haha, don't be upset. Come on, let me treat you to a meal"

Thaen is just like that. Enjoys teasing others, then pats them on the back. Likes to play pranks to make friends upset, and then comes to console. Seeing friends in a bad mood makes him happy. Others may define him as a playful guy, but I think the line between playfulness and Thaen's mental issues is very thin. Just a little more and he'll cross that line.

"What are you laughing at? Did you smoke something? Your mood is different from when you called me earlier." I wrinkled my nose like a police dog sniffing for drugs while walking toward the engineering faculty's cafeteria. Thaen laughed even louder. But...let's stop bringing the dog into this matter anymore, please.

"Oh, come on, can't I just laugh? Do you know when you complain, your face is hilarious? Pretty cute"

I instantly turned my head to look at my dear friend. Out of nowhere, he compliments me as cute. Or maybe...

"Not the way I thought, right?" I teased, using my elbow to nudge him. He furrowed his brows and looked at my face for a moment. Once he understood what I meant, he pushed me away, a bit harder and I'll get my head smacked down to the ground. (I was just exaggerating, he didn't push that hard hehe.)

"Yeah, damn right! Stop smiling like that, you bastard! I'll kick you if you don't cut it out. No matter how cute you are, you're not my type."

"Ah? Why so jumpy? Don't deny your own heart, Thaen. Admit it, you secretly like me, don't you? I know~"

"Know-know my ass. Even if you're not my friend, I still won't like you. Plus a shorty like a Corgi is not my type. You know my type already - tall, slim, long legs like a model."

"You jerk, don't bully me." What Corgi, you asshole. Didn't I say we should stop talking about dogs? But Thaen just has to mention again making me worked up. That guy laughed loudly. A man born over 180 cm like you will never understand the pain of a guy standing at merely 170 cm!

I speak as if I'm laughing right now, but I'm not laughing. This topic is just a bit sensitive, but I understand that friends sometimes just blurt things out without intending to hurt me. Like when I call him a "jerk," I don't mean it completely, even if he is one. I just use it as a pronoun instead of "you," replacing it with "jerk" Ha ha ha.

"Oops, sorry sorry. Don't get mad, my friend. Stay calm. What does my friend want? I'll be at your service all day today."

This guy at least is quite understanding. He knows me too well, you know? It's true; we've been hanging out since junior high school. We even wrote friendship chips when we graduated, promising to be friends forever. Thinking about it makes me embarrassed, damn it. Well, it was during graduation, that we wrote farewell letters to each other as if we wouldn't meet again. Two months later, when high school started, we stuck to each other until now, attending the same university.

"Today, Daddy Thaen is treating all, go all-out with a flashy outfit and sparkling lights. What do you want to feast on? Come on!! Eat to your heart's content until your stomach bursts and I'll cover the medicine fees." Well, doesn't that sound good. The word "free" sounds good no matter how many times you hear it, except drawing for free.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I study in the Faculty of Fine Arts. The location of my faculty and that of Thaen's are like continents apart. To see him I'd rather go to Don Muang, catch a plane to get to the engineering faculty, than wait for the university shuttle bus which never comes on time. Today, I had to walk, and my legs almost gave out. To make matters worse, I encountered those annoying people. How can I not be in a bad mood?

Having that said, it's also questionable why the tuition fees are so expensive. What do university administrators use it all for? If there's no development whatsoever, at least help improve the university shuttle service. Can you do that, Mr. Chancellor?

Speaking of my faculty, I think the reason I attract attention from engineering students might be because of the way I dress. Wearing thin baggy pants, a tie-dyed oil-stained shirt, a shoulder bag, and a messy bun walking around without having bathed, and not returning home for three days because of work commitments, leading me to sleep in the faculty. No wonder students from other faculties find my appearance peculiar.

Personally, I never thought that I was weird at all, guys. (I want you to meet friends from my faculty first then judge me) Others may just not be comfortable with this look. Engineering students, in particular, simply can't tolerate anything different from their society.

If they could be more open-minded and give it a try, try to experience and understand the work we do. Try doing some art and expand your horizons. If you've never tried, you'll never know.

After working my ass off for days until it looked bleak (I'm referring to my work situation, not my appearance, haha, oh I am so funny, talk and joke alone, so talented), I was about rest in the corner of the deserted workshop room when this guy who has his arm around my shoulder called. You really can't let me rest for a second huh?

He told me there's Code Red, needs my help urgently. He said he needed my help, even going as far as saying he didn't want to exist on this planet anymore due to stress. I'm such a saint, eyes barely opened yet still crossed so far through the burning heat to find my friend, no matter how tired I am. Yet when I arrived, this guy appeared to be completely normal in every way and the one who truly needed help became me. Lack of sleep can be deadly, you know. Life is short if you study art is real.

"So what's going on that you make me come all the way here? What's the matter?" I asked.

"Oh, um, let's talk later. Find a table to sit down first. Why are you in a hurry? If there's nothing urgent, then come eat with me. I just want to have a meal with my dear friend, can't I?"

"Stop playing around, Thaen". Even with closed eyes, I could tell that he was lying. If there's a lie detector, he'll get shocked to death.

"Then why don't you just drive to my faculty to see me instead?

"My car got confiscated," Thaen said casually, as if he was fined 5 Baht by the teacher because he refused to take a midday nap; not confiscate a million-dollar car. So casually that people with low blood sugar like me were startled awake.

"Hah? Who took it?" I halted in my tracks, pulling Thaen's arm, and dodging a group of students walking out of the cafeteria. For now, let's put eating matter aside. When I heard the words 'car confiscated,' my ears practically went deaf. "I thought you bought it in cash. Are you on installments? If you don't have the money to pay the installment, why didn't you say anything?"

"If I told you, would you have lent me the money?" Thaen retorted teasingly, casually draping the shirt he was holding over his shoulder. I just noticed now that today Thaen is wearing a loose gray T-shirt, not the usual style he prefers.

"Alright, but seriously, you got your car seized for real? So, what are you going to do? Why don't you try to negotiate first? But wait, your family sells cars, isn't that right?" Thaen grinned mischievously, you little prick.

"Haha, you're so easy to be tricked. Who else can take my car but my dad?" he smirked as he pulled me to keep walking. The conversation got cut off, though I get it, but I'm still annoyed with his answer.

As soon as I stepped inside the cafeteria, I almost felt lightheaded. Did they organize a feast here or something? Why are there so many people? The sound of people talking loudly was like a swarm of bees. This is making my ears hurt and dizzy.

Thaen still has a grip on my neck and refuses to let go. He's dragging me around in circles, scanning for a place to sit. Finding an empty table at this time is probably going to be as difficult as delving into the depths of my brain for knowledge. Since I started university two years ago, I've only been here three times and vowed to myself each time that I wouldn't set foot here again. The engineering faculty cafeteria is a place filled with chaotic vibes, excessively loud, and super crowded. Even though it has two floors, it's still not enough for the vast number of students.

Humans, oh humans! Born to exist just to fight for food and resources. I stand still, contemplating in my head.

"Peem! Hey, Peem! Spacing out in the middle of the way. What do you want to eat?"

I frowned, turning to face Thaen. He brought me to stand in front of a food stall among the tens of stalls, each with a line of about ten people waiting.

"Alright, what are you ordering? You can choose whatever you want. Just don't say 'anything' or I'll drag you to the restroom to eat"

Well if you're going to threaten me like that...then you decide for me. I just want to get away from this madness. I'm about to die here, my friend. So I randomly blurt out the first food that comes to mind.

"Chicken rice"

"Aw, then what are you standing in a pork rice stall for?"

Hey, hey you are the one who dragged me here. Thaen finally pulled me out of the pork rice shop to prove that it wasn't the chicken rice stall for me.

"You wait here. I'll go buy it" Thaen ordered, and I reluctantly accepted.

At least it's better this way. Just now I almost suffocated because of all the tall giants stealing all the oxygen. I am very annoyed with those born with long legs. I don't like it; it doesn't sit well with me. But I can't do anything but accept the reality. Of all heavens and hells I am stuck with friends who are tall like models walking on Milan Fashion Week. All of them are 180 cm and above.

I'm just complaining but doesn't mean anything by it. We all have to love and take pride in who we are, right? We have to accept the differences, and the diversity of others, because in the end, appearance and external features are not as important as thoughts and inner feelings. In conclusion, my mind is just nosy, damn it!

While I was standing and chatting with an imaginary friend, waiting for Thaen to buy food. Peem, myself here, also scan for a place to sit, but no sign of available seats anywhere. Wow! It's so crowded.

I also didn't want to become the focus for all the intellectuals there who didn't know anything about art people. Stop staring, guys. I know I look weird. I'm sorry, next time, I promise to wear my student uniform before leaving the faculty building.

"Hey Peem, find a seat."

"Oh, why so fast?"

"Because I'm handsome."

"Really?"

"Really!"

We burst into laughter. This exchange of jokes is a matter of trust. When you're with friends who understand you with just a word, you can laugh without saying anything. Even if it's absurd, we can still laugh. We haven't even found a table to sit at yet, but we can still laugh.

After walking around thirty times, I meant Thaen who walks. He went to buy a ton more things to eat. Finally, we found seats by squeezing in with a first-year student. There were only three people at the table. And I saw there was still some available space, so I went to ask if we could share. But when the students saw Thaen's face, the group stood up and gave the table to us. Was it because they were afraid of the seniors? No. Or out of disgust? Haha also no. They did it simply out of kindness.

Thaen is the head hazer here. That's why the juniors might be familiar with his face. Seeing his friendly and playful demeanor, he was chosen to be the head hazer of the Faculty of Engineering. The faculty, which has gained a reputation as a ruthless totalitarian system, the SOTUS system, seems more like a military camp. I thought he was joking at first because looking at his face and personality, how can he shout and yell at anyone? But apparently, he got the role.

(T/N: in case you don't already know, SOTUS is a hazing system to discipline new students at Engineering faculty in Thailand)

"In summary, you brought your girlfriend home and Dad caught you. So, your car keys got confiscated, and can't drive?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Oh boy..."

I tried to say something more, but no words came out. It was stuck in my throat. Thaen stuffed my mouth with a cucumber and grabbed my jaws to clamp together. I swatted his hand away from my face with disgust. Don't touch me! Take your dirty hands off!!

I've been listening attentively for several minutes. I had to cross mountains and rivers to get here only to hear this pointless story. You asshole! Give me back my precious time.

Ever since I unluckily stumbled upon and befriended this jerk, we've shared joys and sorrows for almost a decade. It means we both know each other's true (mischievous) nature very well and get along great, even with our families.

As far as I know, his family spoiled him a lot. The type of spoil that if Thaen suddenly kicks a dog, then the dog is wrong. How fortunate that he somehow grew up well and hasn't caused any harm to others despite how spoiled he is. His parents hardly ever scold him; in fact, they never say anything negative. Whatever Nong Thaen wants, he gets it. Whatever he wants to do, he does it. If he wants to study something, he studies. No matter how crazy he acts, they never complain. But there is only one rule: never bring a girlfriend home. Whether it's a condo, a hotel, or a resort, he can go anywhere, just not bring them home.

Thaen complained that his family is a bit conservative. Especially regarding having a girlfriend, he had to get married first to have the right to bring someone home. That was the rule. In the past, there was never a problem. He was willing to cooperate with his parents' request, but now suddenly why is he going against the family rule?

"I'm not taking sides or anything, but are you crazy? You know it's not allowed, so why would you bring your girlfriend home?"

"Don't start lecturing me. Just getting scolded by Dad is already annoying. What era are we living in now? Why the prohibition? I'm not a kid anymore. If I were in my teens, I could understand, but now?"

Thaen said angrily and started tearing apart the chicken bones in the soup with his bare hands, not caring how people looked at him. Actually, my friend is a very good-looking person. It's a bit embarrassing to say as his friend. However, I have to say he is handsome. Since I can remember, even during the twenty years of my existence on this planet, I've met people with really good looks, but Thaen is still in the top 3. Rankings might vary sometimes, like right now when he sucks the chicken bones loudly in front of me...

Back in high school, Thaen used to model for teen magazines did some commercials, and appeared in music videos. But when he started university, he quit all. He said he didn't want to pursue a career in the entertainment industry, he tried it because someone suggested it to him. It was fun, but he didn't like it so much.

At the moment, he spends his time on (other) activities that he especially likes, so much that I'm worried AIDS might catch him by the throat, even though he said he always uses protective measures. But who knows what can happen?

"To be honest Thaen, I don't know if I should feel sorry, keep a straight face, or just laugh. How did you manage to attend classes in the morning?"

"Cost me a 200 baht ride, gosh it made me dizzy"

"Yeah, people like you need to face this kind of thing. I'm not saying your parents did the right thing, but it's something you already agreed to. And then suddenly you broke the rule. You're lucky they still give you money to spend. So what are you thinking about bringing them home? Has your regular hotel closed down, or what?" I laughed at him, hands reaching over to steal some chicken liver.

"Because I'm serious this time, maybe even marry them. I was going to formally introduce them to the family, but bastard Then reported to Dad first. Damn him, talking about him makes me mad. He doesn't know shit". P'Then is this idiot's older brother - the typical next-door kid. Well, I'll save the story about P'Then for another time if there's an opportunity. For now, let me continue the story about this guy.

"Hoy! What are you talking about? Stop daydreaming. You're only in the second year of college. Who's going to marry you? Stop being delusional"

"So what if I'm a second year? I'm 20 already. I'm a legal adult to make my own decisions. So why can't I get married? In the past, people used to get married at the age of 14 or 15. What's the big deal?"

"In the past, people had shorter lifespans, died quickly, and there were no modern medicines like today. So, they had to quickly have many children to help with farming, plowing fields, and earning a living. Now, what's your reason for rushing to get married? Are you afraid you'll die at thirty?"

"I don't know, I love this person so I want to marry them. We love each other, what other reasons do we need than that?"

"Thaen, I think you've been cursed, my friend." Do I need to the temple and give him some holy water? Is this one of the symptoms?

"Peem, I'm serious. I'm serious about this person" Thaen said earnestly.

"Er, I believe you're serious. You said that every time" I chuckled, stuffing a bite of roasted pork neck into my mouth. The food at the engineering faculty was truly delicious, living up to its reputation. Everything tasted amazing. If it weren't for the fact that it was far away and didn't have those evil foul-mouthed people, I'd come here every day.

"Damn it! The other times were different. I really mean it this time, I really do love this person"

Thaen shouted, trying to explain his love to me, but I just let his words pass from one ear to another. When there's crispy pork right in front of me, nothing else matters.

"Oh yeah forgot to ask, where did Q go? Why didn't he come with you?" Oh ho, how about you wonder about after graduation instead?

"I don't know, probably having lunch with his girlfriend, I guess"

"Girlfriend? Same one?

"The same n-nth one. He's like you, only good at making people upset everywhere. You guys are all assholes" Thaen laughed and give a thumbs-up gesture at me.

"You're exaggerating. When did I make someone upset? Where? How? Give me some proof. Don't just throw accusations around. Having many exes just means people move on fast. That doesn't mean I'm a bad person". Thaen acted all smug, I really wanted to smack him with the spoon. I scrunch my face in disgust at the guy who dares to brag about his affairs. Seeing him makes me want to splash the chicken soup all over his face.

"That damn guy, Q, is such a badass. He hasn't broken up yet, right? And now he's going with someone else, too. I guess P'Jen can't keep him grounded."

You're probably wondering who P'Jen is. She is the girlfriend of that Q. So, who the hell is Q? Well, he is someone sent from hell to be another friend of mine. Our group consists of five guys: me, Thaen, Q, Pun, and Shane. We've been buddies since grade school.

Guess I don't have to explain to you that, at present, we've come to understand each other's family backgrounds and dark sides to a significant extent. Whether we love or not, just consider how devoted we are, agreeing not to part ways. Therefore, we all decided to stick together and apply to the same university. Thank god luck is on our end that we were all successfully admitted to our chosen school. Thaen is in Engineering, Shane is in Dentistry, Q and I are in Fine Arts, and Pun is studying Political Science because his ultimate aspiration is to become the Prime Minister (connect the dots by yourself as I don't quite understand it either)

Since entering university, even though we've separated and moved on to new friend groups and new societies, we still make plans to meet every weekend, or if possible, we'll try to do it more often than that. However, most of the time, it's not easy to do so because each of us is buried in our studies, especially Shane.

As for Q and I, we meet every day. It's been 8 years of seeing each other every day, to the point where I'm starting to feel fed up with his face. We're practically attached at the hip, so people in our faculty jokingly say we're like a couple because we're always together. But even real couples are probably not as close as we are. Pun once joked that Q and I are like Rama and Sita reincarnated, that's why we never separated. If that is true, if my life has to endure being with someone like Q, I'd rather let Ravana take me

from the very first chapter.

(T/N: Rama and Sita are gods in Hindu mythology Ramayana, they represent the ideal, perfect couple. Ravana is the 10-headed king of demons who is the main villain and abducted Sita. Correct me if I'm wrong, I looked it up bc I'm not so familiar with religions :))

"Saying all that, but you're even worse than him" I pushed the empty plate, as clean as a dog licking it, to the side before taking a big gulp of soda. Ah, I'm full now. Next on the agenda, I'll need a pillow and a blanket.

"I've never dated 2 at the same time, you know me. Only one at a time. But when I don't have a partner, then it doesn't count. I can talk to whoever I want at that time"

Sounds skeptical but let me give my guarantee for him. Thaen might seem like a player or a flirt, but he dates only one person at a time. It's just that his relationships never last long, and he stays single for a very short time. Since he entered adolescence and had his first girlfriend in middle school, up until now, I've never seen him stay single for more than two days, honestly.

"Ok, stop talking or you're going to spoil my chicken rice. I'm afraid that the more I listen to you flattering yourself I'm going to puke it all out. Also, how are we going to spend Friday? Is Shane free?"

I'm asking about the dentistry student whose schedule is as chaotic as a love affair (this one is the real deal, Q and Thaen are just little worms compared to Mr. Fanda here). Whenever we want to go get drinks, we have to book an appointment a lifetime in advance. Oh, I forgot to mention that Fanda is a nickname Pun gave to Shane. Sounds cute, kawaii with a strong Japanese vibe, but the meaning is quite the opposite. If you know Shane more than this, you'll understand that this nickname suits him perfectly.

"Even if Shane is not free, he always manages to find a way to make time. Whether it's good or bad, he always somehow pulls it off. I think he'll keep doing this for days to come."

"Have you talked to him?" I have to ask again for certainty because this asshole likes to think for others.

"Erm, I talked to him last night...Uh, Peem don't you have class later aa-ei-ooong-u-o" Uh...does anyone understand what the fuck he's saying. Swallow first then speak dumbass. If food gets stuck in your windpipe, you'll be in trouble again.

"Take your time, no rush. I'm not in a hurry"

But it seems Thaen is in a hurry, really really hurry because he's taking big scoops of rice. Yep, there's a whole chicken piece falling out of his mouth. Even though he's handsome, eating without manners like this is seriously annoying.

After sweeping everything down his stomach, he placed his plate on top of mine grabbed a glass, and...

Cr-unch

And then he started crunching on ice, hoiiii. My teeth hurt hearing that, stop it!!!!

"Do you want to come watch me practice basketball?"

"I want you to stop crunching on ice first, damn it! It's giving me chills!"

Thaen laughed, leaning so close that I startled me. I wasn't shocked because his face was close to me because Thaen's playful nature has always been like this. But I'm shuddering at the sound of teeth grinding on ice.

What I was surprised about was when Thaen invited me to watch him play basketball. It's been ages since he's ever invited me to join him in any activity, so I rarely get the chance to get to know his friends in the Engineering faculty. Unlike me, he knew everyone in my faculty, including the security, the cleaning staff, and even the dogs playing in front of the Fine Arts faculty. Thaen often mocks me until there's nothing left. The point is Thaen is a university soccer (football) player, so why would he go and compete in basketball?

"What's with your face?" He laughed, poking at the ice cubes in the glass as if contemplating which piece to pick up and munch next.

"I just invited you to watch basketball, not to accompany me to a slaughterhouse. You don't need to be that stressed out."

"Why the hell did you invite me to watch basketball out of the blue? Didn't you say there's something to talk about? In the end, it's just about getting your car seized. Just that? Fuck you, Thaen, do you have something against me? You made me walk all the way here under the scorching sun. I'm not in a good to joke around. If there's nothing else, I'll go back to sleep. You go borrow a friend's car to drive me back." I complained. Thaen's face turned sour.

"Peem! I'm not teasing or having a grudge against you. I really have something I want to talk about" He licks his lips, sighs softly, and scratches his head. Not even looking at me, seems pretty frustrated. "Look...I've been thinking about this for a while. How do I say it? This thing happened a while back, but I don't know. How do I tell you guys? It's not that I don't want to tell, but I don't know where to start. Just thinking about having to say it is tiring, but if I keep it a secret, it'll probably eat me alive. So, I decided to tell you first". Thaen sighed heavily. I sat still, waiting for him to speak. It's not often that you see Thaen in such a serious and tense mode.

"Well, you've chosen the right person, my friend. I'm here to listen to everything, ready to be by your side all the time. I won't judge, but I'll give you perspectives if needed" I joked, sacking lightly on his hand with the straw. Thaen smiled subtly and took a deep breath as if gathering the strength to speak. The next moment, he uttered a sentence that made me want to cut off both the friendship and behead him right away. He said:

"I want to introduce you to my new lover"

Hah!!!!

You son of a b****! And you're making a big deal out of it as if you're about to die. Damn it! Want me to destroy it and make you split up? Waste of my concern for you, give it backkkk!!!

After I tried holding back my emotions and gritting my teeth to listen to Thaen spitting sugar and butterflies about his love life for the nth time without me slitting his throat first, Thaen brought me to the basketball court of his faculty. Plus he asked his lover to come here too.

But when we arrived, there was no sign of any living creature, not even a single dog (apologies to the dogs that I often mention). There were only engineering students, about 5-6 people, having some kind of meeting.

While Thaen was confused and looking around, his phone rang.

"Uh, where are you? I'm at the basketball court and see no one around... Oh, you bastard, you told me to come here... Uh, okay, I'll be right there." He hung up impatiently.

"Is there something wrong? Why do you seem so unhappy? Your wife's pregnant?" The consequence of speaking too freely was being slapped with a shoe, a hefty one at that.

"My friend is at the soccer field"

"Oh, then why did you bring me here? Are you testing my endurance with hidden cameras?" Walking around the whole damn university! Watch it, I will unleash fire and burn down the engineering building.

"I'm sorry, the bastard changed his mind and wants to play soccer instead. Wait for me at the football field. Go straight, then turn left. At the next intersection, turn right, and you'll see a lot of people sitting and waiting for me there. I'll follow you shortly"

"Wtf??????? Can you see the question marks on my head??

"Oy, then where are you going? You brought me here just to ditch me? If that's the case, I'll go back first." I retorted, wondering what the heck is going on.

"Peemmm I beg you, don't go back just yet. I want you to meet my true love. I'll go pick them up real quick. You wait for me at the football field. Consider it a favor for me. I checked the calendar, and today is a good day, a day of victory. Introducing him today should be smooth. I don't want to postpone it to another day."

Ai'Thaen held my hand, pleading with pitiful eyes. But perhaps he forgot that it wasn't just the two of us here. There are still five witnesses observing this scene. I quickly adjusted my expression, pretending not to care, and nodded agree.

"Yesss, that's my friend. I love youuu"

"Stop it, that's enough." Can't you see that people are watching us?

"I'll be back soon. My 'faen' doesn't pick up the phone, and I'm afraid they'll get lost if they come and don't find anyone"

"Oh, how are you going to pick up your girlfriend then?"

"Walk"

"To where?"

"Architecture building"

"I think we should seriously talk about getting you some holy water, Ai'Thaen"

Thaen didn't hear what I said. He smiled and ran happily outside. What's so exciting about bringing a friend to meet your girlfriend? He's making a big deal out of it. I sighed before realizing...how do I get to the soccer field?

"Hoii Thaen! Wait Thaen! I can't remember the way. Fuck you Ai'Thaen"

I screamed after him. The other people in the hall turned and looked at me again. I closed my mouth, smiled awkwardly, bowed slightly, and quickly walked out. That damn Thaen disappeared as if he had teleported. I'll remember this, ditching your friend for a girlfriend. I won't come to the engineering faculty for you again, you asshole! Even if bring a car full of offerings to ask for forgiveness, I won't care!!!

And what the hell did he say? Left, right, straight, then turn, right? His directions are so confusing. I'll just walk around randomly. If I don't find it, then fuck it.

This area belongs to the Faculty of Engineering. It's massive, like extremely big. There are lecture buildings and about 10 smaller buildings for each department. This doesn't even include the international section yet. This faculty is so big and crowded, so all the buildings are gigantic. I understand that, but seeing this makes me realize my faculty is like poor Cinderella.

I passed through the tennis court, the open basketball court, that Thaen took me to. Well, your faculty seems quite luxurious. How did you manage to allocate the budget to make it even fancier than the villagers' homes?

I cried silently in my head because I couldn't do anything except follow the route that shitface (promoting his rank because I'm angry) told me to follow. In this university, if it isn't your familiar area, you'll get lost for sure.

After wandering around this maze, I finally found my way out. I saw the soccer field in the distance.

Phew! I'm not lost anymore.

I blew the air out from my mouth, wiped off the sweat from my temple, and looked from this angle to see a small football field in the distance. People are running around all over the field. On the bleachers, a few people are sitting, most are probably engineering students.

I scan through the place for where I can wait for Thaen without getting too close to those guys. I want to avoid them in case of any unnecessary issues.

The truth is, I'm scared. Earlier, I just went to check out their faces and what they were up to. I'm afraid of running into those guys I cursed at again.

After turning left and right for a while, I finally see on the other side of the field, there are stone tables with shades, the perfect spot for me after all the effort to get here. The target is set, all I need is to go there.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that the simple walk to sit at the stone table across the field that day would change the life of I, Peeranut, myself, forever. Before I could take more than seven steps, something slammed into my back.

"Oi! What the fuck?"

The impact wasn't too strong, just slight pain. I was more surprised than anything. So, I unintentionally cursed out. After turning left and right to find the cause, I finally realized that the object that had hit my back was the rolling soccer ball on the ground.

Luckily it's just a ball, not a bullet or I wouldn't know how to return it.

Anyway, being the kind-hearted person that I am, I was going to return the ball to its owner if not for what came out of the other person's mouth.

"Hey shorty, pick up the ball for me"

Never in my 20 years of existence had I ever heard someone dare to order me, let alone call me "shorty". Who taught to ask for help from strangers using such language? Did no one tell you discriminating people's appearance is bad? You kicked the ball and it hit me; I didn't say anything because it was probably an accident. I can understand that, but calling me "shorty"? I won't tolerate it!

I bent down to pick up the ball with trembling hands from anger. The rage shook my entire being. I told myself to take a deep breath, attempting to suppress the boiling emotions and cool down. Then, I turned around to face that jerk. In that moment of turning back, I saw the face of the person standing a few steps away, a mix of regret mixed with the remaining anger. When I saw his, I couldn't believe those nasty words came from someone with such a good-looking face, so handsome it's unreal. Damn it! I'm shocked! Is this person even real, or did you just step out of an anime?

"Oi Shorty, are you deaf? I told you to pick up the ball"

It's like I can hear the roaring thunder right next to my ears. All the patience, righteousness, and dignity that I, Peem, have built shattered in the blink of an eye. No need for Hanuman, I will be the one to burn down all of you. Looks bright, but foul mouth. One word shorty, two words shorty. Er I know I'm short; I knew it before you did. I don't need you to keep reminding me. Especially assholes like you!!!

(T/N: Hanuman is a half-monkey half-human deity who's a devoted follower of Prince Rama in Hindu stories)

I stare at his face, and he doesn't even look away. Moreover, his expression annoys me even more. Even a toddler would probably sense that someone like this must not be a good person. I took two deep breaths before tossing the ball back to him. He caught it without saying a word of thanks, as expected. If he does speak, I'd be surprised. As he turns and walks away, my hands and feet finally catch up to my brain. Everything connects so quickly. This is what they call an impulsive action. I took off my sandals and threw them at the guy's back in full force. Everything happened so quickly that it was startling.

"Oii, fuck!"

"Oops, sorry, let me pick up my shoes...you bastard!" That's it. That's all it takes for that handsome yet ill-mannered asshole to turn to me and grab my shirt collar, almost lifting me off the ground. Come on! I'll fight or die with you today!

"You-" he hissed through his teeth, fiercely yelling at me. Eyes burning with anger, neck, and ears also turn red from anger.

Upon close inspection, his face is so clear. His skin is smooth like there's no acne since birth. His eye color was beautiful, a rare shade of brown. I secretly took pride in the theoretical knowledge I gained in the past two years of study finally being put to good use. The nose is beautifully shaped and complements the cheekbones. If I were to use him for a sculpting project, I'd earn an 'A' because the divine creator already did an excellent job, just need to mold it. Horned chestnut lips with a rosy hue, like they've never touched a cigarette. That's not always the case because Q's lips were naturally pink despite chewing several cigarettes a day. The facial structure might be a bit small, but the proportions were just right. Everything on his face seemed to harmonize perfectly. It's safe to say this person must have excellent genetics. His parents passed down remarkable genes to achieve such perfection. Do you believe, people like this look good even if they use 50 cents of soap to shampoo, shower, and wash their face altogether?

In a time like this, it's crazy that I still have time to admire the artistic beauty of this bastard's face. If I were to die, it would be a dutiful death, die with dignity. The art teacher will not be disappointed!

"Hey, hey, you guys!!! What's going on? Peem, Phum?"

"Hey, hey, you guys!!! What's going on? Peem, Phum?"

I tried to turn and look at the voice owner, but I could only turn my neck slightly because it was held tightly by large hands around my throat. The arms and wrists were incredibly strong and well-built. I'm impressed, a little more force and my neck would definitely snap.

I saw from the corner of my eye that Thaen - today's prince charming riding a white horse - was rushing towards me. On the other side, a group of tough-looking guys, about a hundred of them, were also approaching me closely. If I had to guess, they are probably friends of this grass-fed bull.

Coming in large numbers like this, I'm gonna die for sure. I invite you all to come and witness the experience of weak knees and wobbly legs, my first time in life, at the engineering faculty's football field right now.

"Do you know this shorty, Thaen?"

You're thinking just like me, buddy. I'm also wondering the same thing. Because earlier, Thaen just called this guy's name and the bastard called me "shorty" again.

"Yes, I know him. He's Peem, a close friend of mine. Let him go first, Phum." How touching. At least, before I die, I got to hear Thaen say that I'm his close friend. Because before this, I always thought you were a parasite. Forgive me, my friend. If there's an afterlife, we might end up sharing instant noodles again.

Thaen's face tensed up, walking slowly towards us, with his hand raised to chest level. I felt like the situation was familiar like I had seen it in a crime news report when the police were coaxing a drunkard who took his wife as hostage.

"I'm begging you, Phum. Stay calm, release Peem first, and then we can talk," he said clearly. With a statement like this, and an approach like this, I'm a hostage for sure. As for Phum, he is without a doubt playing the role of a thief.

But I'm secretly concerned about one thing. A guy like Thaen, who never begged anyone; Thaen, the old gangster, the head of the gang that always beat people up, now coming to beg, acting all meek and considerate. It's so odd. What is it? What is going on? My nosy mind wanted to come out again, but I couldn't because my throat was tightly squeezed. When will you let me go, you bastard? I can't breathe, damn it!

"He threw his shoes at me!!!"

"Ugh, that's because he calls me 'Shorty'!" I may be short, but I will not back down. Come at me. Do you think you're the only one who can complain? Just wait I'll let everyone know about this sooner or later!! Moreover, I think I'm tough enough so if I were to die, let me shut this dog's mouth first.

"You are short."

"Whether it's true or not, you have no right to criticize my body, you fucking dog!"

"Dog? How dare you call me a fucking dog?"

"Uhh, so what'? Huh? Why? You are one."

"You-"

"What-"

"Stop!!! Enough!!!"

"Who do you choose?!" Both this bastard and I stopped spitting at each other and turned to ask Thaen, ready to hear his answer. Thaen hesitated, looking back and forth between us with a troubled expression like he was about to cry. You don't have to hesitate, my dear friend. There's no reason for you to be indecisive. This choice is easy, because we are the bestest friends. I am your only answer. Just say it, easy peasy. Just say it, choose me, SAY IT!

"Um...uh..."

"Thaen!! I'm your friend!" we shouted together again. Huh, this guy is your friend? How come I don't know him? I thought as I tried to wriggle out of his grip but it's not working. Struggling on my own was tiring, so I stopped. Meanwhile, he kept staring at me, close enough to count his eyelashes. When he saw me stop, he turned to look at Thaen, then turned back to stare at me, then looked back at Thaen again. Are you trying to act tough?

"Phum, let's leave this matter, okay? Anyway, he's just a friend of Thaen. Don't make it a big deal"

Someone standing near Thaen spoke up. I saw it from the corner of my eye. I couldn't turn my neck because I'd been held by this lunatic until numb. When I caught a glimpse of that person's face, although it wasn't very clear, it was clear enough to see a gentle glow radiate around him. Like an aura of nobility and aristocracy floating around. When I saw his face, I wanted to use royal vocabulary. Most importantly, he was very tall. Another tall person around here? Unbearable! I'm so jealous. I wish I could be tall like that, towering over the fashion trends, so no one could mock me in broad daylight (calling me short at night is also prohibited)

"Yes yes, people are staring now Phum. Why don't you put this brat down?"

"Fuck you! Who the hell are you calling a brat?"

I jerked my head back to look at the person who dared to call me a brat. One is a brat, another is a shorty. Even my parents have never called me that, you jerks.

I was ready to leap at that jerk when this asshole suddenly released my collar, causing me to lose my balance. In exchange, he blocked me with his hand, shoving at my forehead. All I could manage was extend my short arms out to attach, but it looked more like a flapping fish out of water.

The more I heard their laughter, the more irritated I became. Their laughter was insanely mocking, penetrating deep into the lower left chamber of my heart. I wouldn't have been so broken if I hadn't heard Tharn's laughter mixed in with those morons. I'm not a damn joke, you fucks.

"Damn it, Thaen! Are you laughing at me?" I exclaimed. Thaen quickly covered his mouth, suppressing his laughter with a guilty expression.

"No, bro, no, no," he said, shaking his head while holding back his laughter. "Phum, you see. Ai'Peem is just a bit crazy like this. He's harmless, no danger, never mean to anyone. Let my friend go, consider it a favor for me. If there's any issue, let's talk it out slowly. We're all friends, right?" He turned to ask for opinions from everyone, including the engineering guys ready to jump in at any moment. I'm confused. Why do they speak as if I'm the one at fault? That damn guy is the wrong one. Why should I beg for mercy from him?

The person in front of me grinned immediately as Thaen finished speaking, then started to tug at the collar of my shirt again. Oii, what the hell are you doing to my shirt? Or do you want it? I'll take it off for you. Let me go!!

"I won't let go!!! / You don't have to beg him!!"

Fuck, we spoke at the same time again. This is the third time already so it isn't a coincidence anymore. Fate? Heh, more like misfortune.

I stared straight at him. He also stared back at me in a nonchalant manner. His face is so clear. Smooth and fine skin, not a single pimple. Would it be weird if I asked for skincare tips now?

"Do you guys see that he hasn't realized anything at all?"

"Huh, the one who should say it is me, not you."

"Oh, really?" Is this such a big deal?

Amidst the war between us (no weapons, only eye contact), the bastard used his strange gaze to look at me from head to toe then reveal a smirk, he said...

"Hmm, take a closer look, you seem pretty cute. Since you're Thaen's friend, I'll let you go if you apologize to me first."

Oh, you motherfucker.

"Are you dreaming you jerk!? You kicked the ball and hit me, then had the audacity to insult me, and now you want me to apologize? Are you crazy or just plain stupid?" Keep waiting, wait until salt turns into sugar then I'll apologize. He gritted his teeth until his jawline tightened before he bowed down, lowering his face to speak close to my face.

"Well, you got quite a mouth huh? I have given you a chance to apologize. If you don't..." He paused for a moment, then spit out a sentence that made my blood boil, sizzle, and ready to burst.

"Bow to my feet, and I'll let you go."

Wow, wow, wow, I am speechless.

I could feel the rage building up inside me, making my muscles twitch and tremble, my body shaking uncontrollably. My eyes widened so much that they almost popped out.

"Bow down? Huh! Who the hell are you to make me bow down? The only person I'd bow down to is Lord Buddha! How the hell did you grow up to become so arrogant like this?? Rude and deranged, you think you're in a drama?

And with that, all my patience is gone, I finally reached the breaking point. When I saw that mischievous smile, I didn't need to wait for a court ruling or legal proceedings. I made my judgment by...

A kick to the nut!!!

"Oh!!!!! Fuckkk!"

That bastard doubled over, clutching his "junior", screaming without sound. His face turned various shades like Maybelline blushes.

Everyone was stunned by the rapid turn of events, like a thunderbolt striking. His friends rushed to check on him while he kept shouting incoherent words. Heh, no need to waste time checking because I guarantee there's no chance that his "junior" can't raise its head anytime soon. Even amid life and death situations, that dickhead still didn't stop glaring at me with murderous eyes, attempting to raise a finger to point at my face, but his hand trembled and fell to the side. What a pitiful sight.

I stood there, watching him gasp for breath for about two seconds, then quickly ran away, ignoring the threatening growls. I paid no attention to the calls from Thaen. When I got far enough from the scene, I had no idea where to go. The anger was terrifying. My heart was pounding rapidly. I had to tell myself to breathe in and out slowly. I loosened the grip on my clenched fists, realizing I had been holding tension since who knows when. I swallowed the dry saliva in my parched throat. Closing my eyes, hoping that the rhythm of my breath would calm me down. But the next moment, my eyes widened and I shouted loudly

"Oh shit! I completely forgottttt!"

(T/N: dude forgot his slippers :))

It had been three days since the most shocking and nerve-wracking event in the life of this young man with the worst luck of the year. A short span of three days can't make me forget what happened, but people loving a perfect world like me sometimes pretend to forget the misfortune that was brought by that dickhead. I must express my gratitude to the main supporters, all the teachers, who willingly ordered extra work for the students until I almost had no time to dwell on other miseries in life. Because making sculptures and clay models is even more miserable than performing acts of merit for the Buddha. Hallelujah!

I still live my life as usual (procrastination is the norm). However, deep down in my heart, I secretly worry and anticipate that Phum (just recalled the name of the party involved now and probably won't forget anytime soon) might show up and cause trouble again.

When the anger slowly dissipates, clarity arises. It has just dawned on me that what I did might have been a bit too much. Now, I find myself nervously contemplating whether Phum will come back to haunt me or ambush me. Just verbal arguments already seem like a headache to someone who prefers peace and avoids confrontation like me. Yet here I am getting involved with an engineering student. How 'amazing'.

I don't know if that guy is going to bring his friends to gang up on me. Thinking about it too much is making me lose my sanity. Plus freaking Thaen keeps insisting on introducing his wife, but blaming him wouldn't be fair. Because the one who's wrong in every aspect is that bastard, Phum. So he should be the one writing me a letter to apologize.

After that incident, Ai'Thaen came to tell me about the backstory of how he and that guy met during high school, telling me that Phum is another buddy of his. They've known each other since high school. Their relationship was like those characters in Dang Bireley's and Young Gangsters - gangsters ruling the city, car racing, gunfights, fighting over girls, all kinds of stuff. I immediately got the picture because, in the past, Thaen, Shane, and Q used to call themselves gang leaders, leading a group of delinquents. As that Phum bastard, he was probably the same but from a different school.

(T/N: Dang Bireley's and Young Gangsters (2499 อันธพาลครองเมือง) is a 1997 crime drama film about young Thai gangsters in the 1950s)

Ai'Thaen told me that Phum was like a devil among humans, and, fortunately, there's still a little humanity in him. He described him so terrifyingly that I thought Devadatta had reincarnated.

(T/N: Devadatta is one of the disciples of Lord Buddha, also his biggest enemy)

Thaen jokingly said that back then, he had never met their faces, didn't know each other at all; just hearing each other's names was ear irritating enough. Because they're rivals, they watch out for the other's behavior. Wait a second, let me pause for a moment. I'm confused. If you hate him, why bother following his life? Does it not affect your mental health? What do you gain from doing that? It doesn't make sense, Peem doesn't get it, dear teacher.

Looking back, Thaen admitted that he was self-contradictory and crazy at times (quoted Thaen directly, nothing added. I am just retelling the story exactly as told, after all, I am the prince of the gossip industry). Later on, they had nothing to do and were bored, so they found each other to fight, fight until bloodshed. Just fights between young, hot-blooded teenagers who dislike each other, never to the point of wanting to kill someone.

And then, one unexpected day, a dreamlike event unfolded. If this were an action movie, it would probably be the crucial climax of the story. The two protagonists, who had been at odds with each other due to their opposing sides, discovered the truth that they were both deceived by a secret organization. They joined forces to eliminate the organization and the evil villains that sought to dominate the world. You see, anyone can come up with a Hollywood movie plot. Thaen didn't narrate this part; I'm adding my own flair for dramatic effect.

Tan didn't go into much detail on this part. He just mentioned that he once helped Phum and another friend who was attacked by students from another school. Even though they survived, Phum had to be admitted to the ICU while Thaen was also stuck in bed sipping porridge for almost a month. After that, their sworn enemies transformed into best buddies until now. Why does this sound like an autobiography of Dang Bireley and Pu Bottle Bomb*? Should I check Thaen's back for a tiger tattoo, too?

*characters in Dang Bireley's and Youngster Gang

After listening to Thaen's narration of those stories, I tried to search in my memory for Phum but couldn't find any. Phum and I probably haven't crossed paths before, but Ai'Thaen, you did with me. It was the time when Thaen was admitted to the hospital, and he told me that he was avoiding a stray dog running across the road in front of his car so he lost control and ended up crashing into an electric pole. Damn, I even complimented him for being so cool, willing to sacrifice his life for a dog. I ran in and out of the hospital to visit him for an entire month. If I had known you were going in there for that reason, you'll get a wreath instead of the damn soy milk, you fucker! I should just let you die, let you suffer by yourself.

After listening to Thaen's story, I realized that Phum is a dangerous species-do not approach, do not feed. He graduated from an all-boys private school with a long-standing reputation. It's a prestigious Christian school where all the wealthy and influential young men study. While others were focused on their studies, he seemed to be on a mission to defy every school rule. It's hard to believe that he managed to graduate.

Given Phum's character and behavior, I predict that he's unlikely to die soon. I'm quite surprised that he has managed to survive until now without being expelled from school, caught, or shot. However, when Thaen discreetly revealed that Phum's family owns some businesses in Thailand, it instantly made sense. Money talks, right? If there's money, you can survive. Welcome to Thailand!

Tackk!

"Oi! Ouch! That hurts." Only one person slaps with such force. Damn it, Ai'Q.

"Already distracted early in the morning."

It really was him. Q raised his eyebrows provocatively and greeted us before placing the mid-sized wooden frame on the stone table by the Faculty of Fine Arts building. This is a sanctuary for us in the early morning, afternoon, evening, and even late at night.

This area is used as a hangout spot when we can't come up with plans. Plus, there are plenty of entertainment options around. You can watch live Muay Thai, take a shot of white liquor, get your hair braided, or even smoke a cigarette. There's also weed too. I know it's not good, but sometimes engaging in not-so-good activities for temporary happiness is hard to resist, right?

Simply put, this place is a haven for art lovers, those seeking inspiration, and dreamers aspiring to be artists renowned worldwide. However, today, it's just a place for people with pending work and stress. Oh, and back pain too. Not everyone is here for inspiration; some are just trying to get some sleep right now.

"Ever since you flirted with that engineering student, you seem a lot more tame"

"Bullshit! When have I ever flirted with anyone?"

"Then what did you do that made him leave you in peace til now?"

Q spoke, laughing and teasing. Seeing my distress, he laughed even louder. It's been 3 days, and he hasn't stopped teasing. I was so tempted to grab the pencil sharpener to sharpen his annoying face.

At first, when Q found out that I had an issue with the engineering students, he was ready to pounce and beat them up. But once he knew who my counterpart was, he backed off. Then, he repeatedly asked which Phum it was. Was it the Poom he had in mind? If so, how did I manage to survive? Which temple did I worship at? Who helped me out? Hmph, nobody did except myself, because I can stand up for myself.

"How did you know about this?" I asked.

"Yesterday, Ai'Thaen called and told me the story. It was hilarious. This story will never go down, you'll be famous until the day you die" he bluntly said. Every one of my friends was like this, unfiltered mouth. "The other guys haven't shown up yet?" Q asked, snatching the pack of sticky rice and grilled pork from me to eat. Being this hungry indicated that last night, he didn't go back home for sure. If Q slept at home, his mom would have packed him food before he came to school.

"They probably won't come today. In the workshop, there are only Fai and Pang sleeping. Did you not go drinking with them last night?"

"I'm a god if I can go, damn it. I finished my assignment and was knocked out yesterday. It's a good thing I didn't drive here; otherwise, you'd see me on the first page of the news: Tragic death of a male student. A young, handsome male student crashed into an electric pole and died. It is suspected that he fell asleep due to overworking on his studies"

"Haizz, poor light pole..." What a narcissist, still concerned about your face when you're about to die. "So, where did you sleep last night?"

"Hah! Are you my wife to question where I spent my night? Worry about yourself first before asking about me. You started a fight with an engineering student in your first feud, and among millions of engineering students out there, you still managed to mess with Phum, I'm impressed! Hahaha!" Q laughed with his mouth full of rice. "Destiny leads to death, anything is possible. When the time comes, even a toothpick can kill. I believe it!"

"Oi, you don't have to scare me, Q, because I know no matter what, you all have to help me." I shrugged and grabbed a new pack of pencils to sharpen. Q grunted softly, rejecting the offer.

"Who? Who is going to help you? I'm out of here because the last person on Earth I want to deal with is Phum. So, cut me out of this" The only thing I want to cut out right now is your neck, you fucker Q! Do you have to say that? Am I not terrified enough already!??

While I may return to live a normal life as if nothing has happened, there were some moments I thought about what if Phum wants to take revenge. With his wealth and power, I'm just a small duckling - squeeze, and I'll die immediately. It's scary because he probably can handle me easily. He could just command someone to follow me, then when he saw an opportunity, he'd capture me to torture, chop me into pieces. Ahhh, I shouldn't watch too many movies, now my imagination runs wild to this extent.

"Ah ah ah, you're starting to get scared, huh? Scared huh? Why don't you go beg him, maybe he'll forgive you, or else you might disappear without a trace." After Q finished speaking, he laughed loudly once again. He was just trying to scare me. Ai'Phum is just an ordinary person like anyone. What power does he have to harm someone's life so badly?

"Fuck you, Q, stop barking. I don't believe it... Oii, who the hell just slapped my head again?" Hit it, smack it until my brain falls out, you guys.

"What's up? Heard that you went to cause a ruckus? Reserve a spot in the temple yet?" A soft and sweet like candy, bathed in poison, voice talked. It could only be Ai'Shane.

"Waiting for you to go together, news spreads so fast huh" I turned to look at the voice owner, who was smiling brightly with sparkling eyes. The handsome guy from the Dentistry Faculty tossed a bag of snacks onto the table before sitting down on the other side. Meanwhile, Q, like a hungry man, lunged for that bag, opened it, and quickly devoured its contents.

"Thaen came to sleep in my room last night when he called you." Shane turned and talked to Q. "I was just listening next to him". Fucking Thaen, is there anyone left in the solar system who doesn't know about me and Phum? I'll just tell Thaen to send out an announcement at once."" I'm really surprised to see that you're still alive. Thought we would only meet again in hell."

"Too bad, pal. I thought about going down to say hello to your old man, but since I didn't see him, I went back up first." Shane laughed, and I laughed along. Heck, I was being sarcastic. I can tell that they were all conspiring to make me scared. I understand that, but what I don't appreciate is that my friends, these guys, all know Phum while I don't have a clue who that guy is?"

"Did you skip class, Doc? Came to see us this early" Q asked while half his mouth full.

"I attended, but the teacher dismissed the class early so I stopped by to check on my friend to see if he's still breathing"

"Not finished yet, you jerk! Still not finished!" I muttered weakly. Both of them burst into laughter. Then, we changed the topic and continued chatting. Ai'Shane often came by to visit, come play with us occasionally. Whenever he showed up, he brought snacks and treats. Sometimes he just came to sit, watch birds and trees, and walk around looking at art displays. Then after about twenty minutes, he would leave. He said he enjoys the atmosphere here, he likes weird people in my faculty, as it was uniquely comforting to him."

"Q."

"Yeah?"

"What were you doing at my faculty yesterday?" Shane concluded his question, I immediately paused with the knife in my hand. As for the one being questioned, he scratched his head, looking at Shane as if he didn't understand Thai. He made a puzzled face, gesturing with his hands and fingers, pretending not to comprehend a simple question. I bet there must be something going on for sure. He vanished during lunchtime. He didn't go for a drink with friends, and he didn't return home.

"Hey. Don't try to avoid me because... I saw you" Shane spoke slowly, emphasizing each word. I was almost flapping my wings, ready for some fun.

It's time to have some fun, hahaha.

"See? See what? You probably saw the wrong person." Is there a sound that can surpass the pitch of musical tones? Let me give it to Q to borrow. I laughed with satisfaction. I never thought I would be able to get back at him this quickly. Instant karma is real woohoo.

Q's eyes darted left and right, looking suspicious. With clear evidence like this, you don't need further investigation. Shane is a crossbreed between a human and a dog. He'll bite and won't let go. If he wants to know, he'll find out. That's his advantage, but also a disadvantage for us. Because there's nothing that can pass through his eyes.

"You won't admit it?"

"Damn it, how the hell did you find out?" Finally, Q reluctantly admitted. Shane and I burst into laughter together. "You didn't attend the lab at the Medical Building yesterday. I made sure to check your schedule beforehand."

"So what were you doing at my faculty?" Shane asked again. Are you catching a thief or something? So good at interrogating others.

But what was Q doing there? I'm curious too. But what I'm more curious about is who allowed someone like him to enter the Dentistry faculty. He looks like a gangster no matter how you look at him. Even if he was a heartthrob to the girls with his looks, the security guard definitely wouldn't be swayed by it. Simply put, Ai'Q dresses improperly from head to toe, so how did he manage to get into the building?

"I went to eat."

"Normally, you just find food around here."

"I want to change the atmosphere."

"OI you liar, then why didn't you go when I invited you to eat with Thaen?" I helped Shane with his investigation. If he had gone with me that day, there wouldn't have been any trouble happening to me. This is now a personal grudge.

"Alright, I went to have lunch with N'Ming. Are you satisfied yet? Fuck"

"N'Ming? Which Ming? Your girlfriend's name is Jen, isn't it?" I questioned. Q, who seemed annoyed before, now looked even more irritated.

"Is it N'Ming who is the first-year cheerleader?" Q nodded, his expression completely different from when he heard Jen's name.

"Does she know that the person she had lunch with already has a girlfriend?"

"Oi, if you're going to talk like this, you might as well insult my mom"

"Oh, yeah, Narumon" Ai'Q laughed when I said his mother's name. I was about to open my mouth to curse him again but Shane stopped me.

"Are you courting Nong Ming? Since when? Why didn't you tell me, maybe I can help" but your expression tells otherwise Shane.

"Jeez, you're gonna help or steal her for yourself" Q retorted.

"Nah, we promised not to touch each other's exes or sisters. I remember it well. People who are being pursued by my friend as well," Shane said with a smile before casually taking a bite of the grilled meat. Your attitude doesn't seem like someone who keeps promises much right now, just FYI.

"Let's put the Ming matter aside. I want to know about your intentions with P'Jen. What are you planning to do? If you keep going like this, that's an asshole move, Q. You gotta clear things first with her before you court or date someone else."

"Honestly, I think P'Jen knows. She's not dumb. When are you going to stop acting like a jerk? Just let Shane be a jerk alone."

"Ao" Shane, who had just preached to his friend a moment ago, choked on air, raised his hand in salute. Meanwhile, Q sat there with a dry expression, not bothering to eat anything. He took a deep breath, lifted one leg, and propped his knee on the chair.

"Before we date, I've already told Jen how I am"

Let me step in for a moment, what my friend says is true. No matter how much of a jerk Q is, before he dates anyone, he tells them how he is, and if you can accept it, then date him. If you can't take it, then end it.

The theory that humans enjoy challenges might be true. Plenty of good people to fall for but you won't, instead you fall for assholes. Q's past relationships are all like this. Many of them thought they could change him, they would be able to stop it, but from what I've seen, it's been proven that no one has ever succeeded.

From the perspective of someone who has never experienced love like me, I think that love is complicated to understand. It's more challenging than explaining why sometimes our hearts reject positive feelings from good people and choose those we feel are right, even if they may not be as good. I can only hope that one day my friends, including Shane, Q, and Thaen, will meet someone right for them and stop hurting anyone, including themselves.

"I don't think I love Jen."

"Oh." I and Shane both looked at each other.

"Well, fuck it. Why bring up this topic?" Q lowered his head as if talking to the grilled pork in his hand.

"I mean, I don't know if it's love. Do you get it?"

"No, I don't," I quickly replied. "You guys are in a relationship, and people in a relationship should love each other. Isn't that right?"

"I don't know," Q sighed. "Being in a relationship is like agreeing to do good things together. We care for each other, but I don't know if it's love or not. I like her, and I know Jen likes me too. So we date, but I don't know which part of this would you call love"

"Go tell her to break up. Trust me, no one has to waste time, both you and Jen."

Shane was thinking the same thing as me. If you can't continue, why not end it? P'Jen won't waste her time and tears. She is a very lovely person, both personality and appearance. More importantly, P'Jen has been in a relationship with Q longest among all his previous girlfriends.

"I don't know, honestly. I caught Jen talking to her ex, so we argued and then distanced ourselves. So, I... Well, that's it. I went to have a meal with Ming."

"In short, both of you are shitty."

"No.the shitty one is me. Jen is good, really good, but I don't know. I want her to be the one to suggest breaking up. At least, I'll be able to say that it's Jen who dumped me." Ugh, what a man, so manly. I want to spit in his face for this kind of logic. Why does it matter who speaks first, in the end, you two still break up anyway. Everyone, take notes. I'm telling you love is complicated. Don't fall for guys who only have the appearance.

"I understand that it's your business, but the reason I speak is because I care. We're all grown-ups now, so let's think about things carefully before doing anything." Preacher Shane said it well, but...

"Before you teach others, please take the time to reflect on yourself first, my friend" I turned the conversation over to the other asshole, Shane. We won't allow anyone to float in comfort. Drowning each other's bubble is our group's specialty.

"Our Shane is already a good person. What else do you need to see, my friend Peem?"

"Eoyyy!" Ai'Q let out a fake puking sound.

"Does your goodness mean sleeping around?" Both of them burst into laughter.

"Damn, bro, you're asking straight to the point."

"Uh, I'm not like that anymore" Shane chuckled, almost making no sense. "And what's not good about sex? It's a natural thing. We are born from sex, right?" Shane said with his usual relaxed smile.

"Still not good. Good people don't do things like that."

"What's good or not good? Who can

say? It's a philosophy." I and Queue exchanged glances as Shane spoke. The fed-up look and rolling eyes automatically came on our faces. Ai'Shane laughed and continued speaking, "Talking about "good person", what do you use to measure? On what criteria are you basing on? Just because I don't believe in the idea of one husband, and one wife, does that mean I'm not a good person? Even though in some societies, having multiple husbands or wives is considered normal. You're using your thoughts, your beliefs, to judge my way of life just because it differs from yours. Is that fair? It doesn't seem very fair, does it?"

"Don't play games with me, you smooth talker!" I squinted, pointing my finger at Shane. He burst into laughter, nearly choking on his sticky rice.

"I'm not playing any games. I just want to tell you about my case. I don't have a girlfriend, I don't want to have any love or commitment with anyone. So, it's not wrong for me to go anywhere with anyone who willingly accepts my proposal. It's a win-win situation for both parties." As Shane finished speaking, Queue put down the grilled liver and applauded. They got along well.

Truthfully, I knew Shane's perspective on love and relationships, but I teased him just for fun, and he knew it too. We always tease each other.

"Peemmmm!!!"

I was startled as suddenly there was a scream calling my name from behind. No need to guess who it was. I turned around, ready to scold the one person who dared to spread my story without permission. Unforgivable! But who is that person walking behind Ai'Thaen? I tried to take a closer look, he seemed familiar; tall body with undercut hairstyle, such a clear face like this... Shit!!

"Ai'Phum!!!"

I held my breath, almost forgetting to breathe. Phum walked towards us with a grim expression. It was like he had just eaten a hornet's nest. Before my brain could command to find an escape, he already came close and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. You like my shirt's collar, huh? Both of my friends jumped up ready to fight, while Thaen hurriedly ran to hide behind Shane. I turned to look at my friend with murderous eyes while Thaen acted like he was about to burst into tears. Don't act pitiful, you bastard.

Why-did-you-bring-him-hereeeeeeeee!!!! !

"You hurt me badly"

Phumm bent down and whispered in a spine-chilling voice. He was gnarling like a puppy with itching itching teeth. I'm going to die. I'm going to die for sure. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed my shirt collar and dragged me away. I didn't have time to regain my footing, stumbling over as I got pulled by him. But luckily, Q was able to grab my arm in time.

"Where the hell are you taking him? If there's any problem, you can just talk to each other right here." Q said in an equally stern voice. I never imagined that a friend who had been cursing at me like a dog for years would come to my defense and care about me this much. If I don't admit that I'm deeply moved, I'd already choked up. It's even more touching than watching a One-Liter of Tears.

(T/N: 1-Liter of Tears is a 2005 heart-touching Japanese drama about a girl who suffered from a degenerative disease and died at the age of 25. I cried buckets watching it T.T)

The bastard, Phum, turned to glare at the 3 of them released my shirt collar, and grabbed my other arm. The current situation made it seem like I was caught in the middle between two fierce tigers, ready to tear me apart into two halves. Dear all the gods above, please come save this poor child.

"I'm not going to do anything to your friend. I just want to talk to him a bit. You guys don't need to worry or get involved. If you want this matter to end well."

This should be considered a good thing, right? The word 'good' varies for each person, as Shane said. Because I don't think this is a good thing for me right now. He said he won't do anything, just talk. What a kind and ethical person, unlike that piece of shit Thaen. Well, not hurting me is considered a good thing. Why bother using force? It's not worth it. The future for young men like us is still long. It's better to love each other instead.

"Since we've known each other, this is the first time I've heard you speak in long sentences." Shane chuckled. Uhm...is this the time for you to praise this bastard's speaking skills? Ai'Shane!. Are you fucking serious? Q turned to make eye contact with Shane as if communicating with some spiritual energy. As soon as Shane nodded slightly, Q slowly released my hand...wha...what...what is going on? Wait!!!! You guys can't just throw me out so easily like this!!!

"Fine, we won't interfere because it's a matter between the two of you. Go settle it. Besides, I believe your words. Bring my friend back without a scratch, ok?" Hoi, Shane but I don't believe him!!!!!

"Don't worry, bro. Phum is a person who keeps his promises. You'll be back in one piece" Ai'Thaen, you still dare to speak to me you shameless piece of shit?

"One or ten pieces... Why the fuck did you bring him here??

"I'm sorry na Peem~~ I had no choice"

"I'm sorry, really. I had no choice, P'Mam." You didn't have the choice, so you chose to kill me like that? Thaen hid behind Shane, still raising his hand to greet me apologetically. Why does it seem like Thaen is strangely submissive to Phum? What makes you want to sell your friend like that? You damn bastard!

"Time's up. Now get in the car!" I wish I was being pushed to heaven's gate. But no, Phum pushed (shoved) me forward. When I refused to walk, he grabbed my arm and dragged me away instead.

"Hey, help me, guys help me! Shane, help me!"

But all three of them stood there like statues. I hate statues! Guy, help me, damn it! Are you waiting for him to kill me first!?

In the end, I was led away, distancing myself from my friends and the crowd. I squirmed, struggled, cursed that bastard, but nothing seemed to work. Oh, I thought of something good.

"Fine, fine. I'll apologize. Let me go first" I stopped struggling and tried using a soft trick on him, but...

"Apologize? Too late. I won't accept it."

The phrase "won't accept" hit me like a gust of wind, as if my life had come to an end at that very moment. Then he grabbed me and shoved me into the car before speeding off, making my head almost hit the dashboard. I glanced back at my 3 best friends until they faded out with my heart crying out,

"If I survive and come back, I'll hunt all of you down. Thaen, you will be the first one you damn traitorrrrr."

"Where the hell are you taking me? Do you think you're some Hong Kong mafia movie hero? In this city, there's law and order. Doing this kind of thing falls under kidnapping. You can end up in jail, you know? Did you hear what I said? If you don't want to end up having prison meals then let me off. Can't you understand Thai? I said, let me off the car. Stop the car, stop it now!" I shouted and screamed like a madman, but that guy (don't want to call his name, disgusted) remained silent, unmoved, and unresponsive.

It was as if my voice didn't reach his eardrums. He kept his eyes on the road and drove way over the speed limit. He really doesn't value life T.T

"Do you know how many criminal offenses you are committing right now? From kidnapping to imprisoning me, depriving me of freedom, to reckless driving, intimidation, and threatening?"

The only response was a long honk and swerving lanes, cutting off the eighteen-wheeler. I didn't even have time to think of my parents' faces yet, only felt immense fear in my heart and turmoil in my stomach. Even if I didn't die in an accident, my heart might give out from the stress of this maniac's driving skills. He drove like a thief running away from cops. I know your car is powerful, but can you stop driving at such neck-breaking speed!?

Oh, I just noticed that this car is a sports convertible. Damn, didn't expect to ride in one, but is this considered a blessing or not? I couldn't bring myself to answer either. If it weren't for this terrifying situation, I might be screaming at the chance to touch the car.

For now, let's focus on surviving first and admire the car later because the way this maniac accelerated was like Dominic in Fast & Furious. Even the movie fans might come and yell at him: Why are you in such a hurry to die???

"I'm reporting you to the police and claiming damages. You'll be charged and fined for sure if you don't let me go. Don't forget that 3 witnesses saw that you were the last person with me."

"Uh"

I recited a whole mantra, speaking a hundred words of wisdom and you responded with just an 'Uh'? Geez...encountering someone intimidating like this, I thought this kind of character only existed in movies and dramas. What a waste of a handsome face.

Like a divine sculpture crafted with love, but gives an incredibly intimidating aura. Those dark eyebrows furrow thoughtfully, and the intense gaze feels like the ocean abyss-beautiful yet terrifying because it's too deep to understand what he's thinking right now. The lips, lightly colored, remain tightly closed; if a smile were to appear, it would be a smile that only slightly lifts the corners of the mouth. Enough to portray a priceless and perfect masterpiece of art.

No matter how exquisite it is, this art is lifeless, lacking in spirit. That's what I felt and sensed from this man. For today, I'll end the basic art lesson here.

"I-I'll call the police"

"Go ahead. You can use my phone" I'm not surprised anymore why he dared to do such a thing. Coming to kidnap me at the university, he must not be afraid of jail or the law anymore.

"My father is a policeman"

"Heh"

"What's funny? Do you think I'm lying? You can ask my father or Thaen if you don't believe me"

"Just now, you were still insulting me, saying I used money and power. And you, using your father to threaten me. How is that different from me?"

"You study Fine Arts?"

"If yes, what will you do?"

"Is everyone there deranged like you?"

"Yeah, there are some. In the field of art, you have to think a lot, find ideas, use imagination; be open-minded and inspiring. The work requires both thought and feeling. It's exhausting -physically and mentally-before completing each piece. We're talking about physical health and mental well-being being drained without knowing how much." I paused when I realized that I had unintentionally gone with the flow and led to a conversation. But it was about academics, how can I not respond?

"Are you mocking me? Accusing art students? You might face additional charges. And what about you? Do all you Engineering students like to use violence to solve problems every time?"

"When did I use violence?"

"Uh, better ask if there's a time when you didn't use force"

This is a tactic of deflecting and buying time. When you can't come up with an answer, respond with a question. Because I couldn't figure out when he uses his power either. Oh, when he dragged me into the car, I guess.

"Who do you think you are? Some hero from Pisan's Lakorn?

(T/N: Pisan Akraseranee is a Thai lakorn (drama) director, known as a "sadistic director" because he directed dramas that have main characters hit/ slap each other and end with a kiss :))

"I use force? I'm the one who had to stay at the hospital because you injured me, in case you forgot"

"Really? End up in the hospital, huh? And what did the doctor say? So, you're all better now, right? Wait." Man, I'm tired of myself.

"That's a different issue. Don't compare apples to oranges. What you're doing right now is forcing me to comply with you. This is psychological coercion, making me feel scared and unsecured"

"Oh? You seem very scared right now" So fucking annoying. Well, I wasn't really afraid of him at all. What I mean is, I know he's not going to kill or harm me, but I'm still worried because I don't know where he's taking me.

"Ok, let's have a nice chat" I'm smart, I know when to attack and when to retreat. Can I dodge this? Answer...yes I can.

"Not in the mood to talk"

"Oh," I said. But you said we need to talk. "Nah, let's talk. If we don't talk, how will we understand each other?" He turned finally but looked more like he wanted to chew my head off.

"Well I've thought about that day, it was probably just a misunderstanding. No one wanted something like this to happen, right? You didn't hold back your emotions, I acted on my emotions. We both made mistakes, and we can't go back and fix anything. But we can choose to move forward. I promise you, from now on, between us, there will only be memories. Let's go back to living a normal life, just like people who used to know each other. Nothing is binding us anymore, okay?"

"What are you talking about?"

"About us"

Wow, I didn't think I could be this persuasive. It was the first time his gaze shifted from the road ahead to me. But his furrowed brows suggested he didn't quite grasp what I was saying. I wonder if this guy truly understands Thai. Look, he let out a hard sigh, even turning up the A/C.

"Sit quietly. So annoying"

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and recited a prayer. Fine, if I die, then I die. I lunged to grab the head of that arrogant jerk.

"Oy, let go! Are you insane? We both might die if you don't let go!"

"Are you going to park now? Huh? Are you to park the car?" I gritted my teeth and told him to pull over.

"Oiii!" He finally steered the wheel and stopped on the side of the road, but still didn't let me get off. He stopped because he wanted to pull my head too. We held each other's head like it's nobody's business.

How much time had passed, I don't know, but it felt as long as eternity. The sound of our breaths echoed in the narrow space of the chilly car, steam fogging and sticking to the clear glass. Each of us looked like we had just been through a battlefield. Clothes are disheveled, revealing chests rising and falling with each breath. We were almost unrecognizable, yet both sides refused to part from each other even though one eye was getting swollen. Who's going to win this year's Pulitzer Prize? If not Peeranut, myself, then who?

2

"Let go" he ordered.

"You let me go first" I fight back, hands curling into his nape before pulling him back until his face was facing up. His hand also pulled at my bangs until my neck tilted.

"Let go" the voice became more intense.

"Then count from 1 to 3 and let go together"

"Ok"

"1..2..3"

Of course, no one lets go. The chicken sees the snake's tail, and the snake sees the chicken's breast.*

*Thai idiom means two people know each other's secret.

"Fine, that was just a test. Now I'm going to take it seriously, let go for real. 1..2.."

And then there was a phone call that came to save my life. He and I both pushed each other away quickly. Shit, he scratched his nails under my eyes but I managed to twist his ear as well. Not so bad after all.

He answered the phone, spoke a few words, then hung up before he squinted his eyes at me.

"Sit still and be quiet. I'm not going to kill you, but if you cause trouble again, I won't guarantee"

"Fine"

I sat quietly as he commanded for the safety of my life and my property, though I barely had any on me. He dragged me around with him everywhere. From the port to customs, then to a warehouse in Samut Prakan.

Go to the factory in Bang Pakong. The water's level rose and fell like the mood of this guy sitting next to me at every stop he made.

Seemed pretty busy. I noticed that every place he came to, someone was waiting to welcome him, showing respect. And the person who talked on the phone with him before was probably his mother. I don't have any supernatural ability to guess, but I heard him say "yes" (krab). When he finished handling each matter, he called to report that everything was done: "yes Mom" (krab khun mae). Mae \= mom

However, dear mother, do you know what we are doing at the house by the sea?

"Whose house is this? Why did you park the car? Are you up to something, or is it some kind of hideout for criminals, a secret mafia den to destroy your evidence?" I looked around cautiously.

"You must watch a lot of murder movies and let your imagination run wild, huh?" He spoke curtly as if completely fed up.

"Say whatever you want. You're not me" I raised my voice and refused to get out of the car. He grunted annoyingly.

"Shut up and get down. Hurry up, I'm tired"

Huh, must I apologize when suddenly a random lunatic dragged me to his car and rode across the province. I'm sorry that I was trying to save my own life and deafening your ears"

"Fine, suit yourself" He got out of the car before leaning down and saying: "If I were to do something, I would have done it a long time ago. No need to drive this far. Before, you kept demanding to get off. Now I give you the chance to do that, and you don't take it"

"I...I need to be cautious, can't trust you. Then why did you bring me here?" I coughed softly. The person listening took a deep breath, staring at my face for a moment before closing the car door loudly. He walked quickly into the house without looking back. I gasped, my mouth slightly open, and blinked repeatedly.

"Because there are people like this in the world that Buddha taught about tolerance"

I entered the house, and inside, there was hardly anything. It seemed like a vacation home by the sea left by wealthy people for occasional leisure. Occasionally hire someone to clean, then remember oh, we have a wonderful house by the sea, let's go stay there. I'm not being sarcastic, I envy him. I looked around while Phum walked back and forth, talking loudly on the phone.

"Uh, I know. I had to go take care of some stuff for Mom. I just got here, what's going on? Well, I came here to give it to you. Why don't you use Thaen, so fussy!"

He hung up the phone and dropped himself on the couch. "So annoying" he crossed his arm and sulked like a spoiled child. When he noticed me looking, he cleared his throat and put on his usual blank face. Heh, what a weirdo.

"I want compensation for damages" He started, leaning back on the sofa in a comfortable manner.

"What damage? What do you need compensation for? What are you saying, sleep-talking?" It might not fit the current situation, but I can't help but laugh. Haha, compensation, oh my!

"I want to emphasize again that I had to go to the hospital because I was assaulted by you."

"Ohh, so it's true? I thought you were just joking. Have you recovered yet?" Excuse my laughter once again, dear everyone. "Can't help it, why did you tease me first? And you still haven't apologized even once."

"Sorry"

Hah? I chuckled, blinking in confusion.

"Wait a minute"

"Now it's your turn. Apologize to me"

"Wait, hold on. Slow down. Don't come at me with your chicken-like antics, trying to chase me away recklessly. I have nothing to apologize to you for because everything that happened is your fault. From the beginning until now, you're the only one at fault." As I finished speaking, Phum pressed his lips together, using his tongue to push against the inside of his cheek. Probably close to losing his patience. He leaned forward and stared at me.

"The medical expenses, medication costs, and doctor's fees, in total, were over 200,000 baht. Out of goodwill, I reduced it to an even 200,000. You pay for it."

"I sincerely apologize. I was wrong, completely wrong. It's not your fault at all. It's me. I am the only one who is wrong, entirely wrong." He hadn't finished speaking yet, but I interjected faster than the speed of light.

"Two hundred thousand. Pay."

"Go sleep at which fucking hospital? Did you rent the entire floor at Bumrungrad*? Just a little nudge, why is it so expensive?"

(T/N: Bumrungrad International Hospital: one of the best hospitals in Thailand)

"You can look at the receipt, I have it" He sneered. I thought he would offer something else.

But I don't have money, let alone 200,000. Even the printing cost 200 baht, I had to borrow from a friend."

"In that case, I have an option for you. Come work for me to pay your debt"

"What kind of job? If you tell me to sell drugs, kill, or traffic people, you got the wrong person. I won't accept these jobs. I squinted at him distrustfully. He took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.

"Why do I have to make you do something like that? Can you stop using your imagination for a moment? The task I'm assigning you is not difficult, just something simple, like..." He stared at me, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly in a mocking smile, and uttered a sentence that left me speechless.

"Just be my slave for a month or two."

Fuckkkk

"I'm not forcing you. You can choose to do it or not. Do what makes you comfortable."

He spoke calmly, leaning against the sofa, relaxed. I could only blink and try to regain consciousness.

"Thank you so much. I've never felt so relieved in my life"

"If you don't want to do it, just pay the two hundred thousand. You can pay in installments. I'm being generous." He started speaking with a mocking tone. Honestly, at this point, I don't even need his mockery. I was so irritated that my head was about to be on fire.

I jumped up, stared at him, and shouted

"When do you want to start? Tell me now!"

The bench area in front of the Faculty of Fine Arts was never quiet in the morning. In fact, at any time of day, our faculty was never at peace. Because we are open 24/7, competing with convenience stores owned by capitalists. Artists do not live for art; they live to work. Teachers allow us to leave, arrive late, be absent, or even die, but we have to submit our work first. Regardless of major or year, we all share the same fate. That's why the faculty is never quiet and lonely. People are always here. Even if you come at 2 a.m., you will see people molding, painting, sculpting, and welding.

There are rehearsals for performances, people jogging for exercise, and even playing Ouija. From fishing in the pond to charcoal grilling, you could see things you never thought you'd see. We gather everything here in one place, available to see at any time, choose all you want. I left the house since cock crow, intending to avoid Q's face, and planned to sleep at the sculpting workshop instead. But that failed because he was already there. Judging from the condition and scent wafting in, Q must have slept here last night. And it wasn't just him staring at me; there were also Shane, Thaen, and even Pun, all gathered here as a complete team.

I'm not sure why are they all here, and also don't know how much Pun knows about what happened. I could never guess what he was thinking or feeling. Or he might not understand what's going on, but seeing his friends do it, he does it too. I'm afraid it would be the latter.

You guys seem quite free, huh? Seriously. Yesterday I escaped from the tiger, and today I had to deal with crocodiles. I guess I'll have to go make merit tomorrow. The way their eyes look at me, it's like they want to penetrate the depths of my soul and suck out every detail of what happened yesterday.

But it seemed that my lying skills had been defective since birth. All 4 of them didn't seem to believe much, and I don't intend to spill it all. Whatever they try to pry out of me, I won't budge. Being a slave for someone isn't something to be proud of, you know. How embarrassing it is, and when will these guys stop staring at me? Anyone, please help. Peeranut is scared.

"I-don't-believe-it"

The choir singers can't even beat these guys at how unison they were. Great teamwork, but it would be even better if they used it right.

"I don't believe it" Ai'Pun emphasized sternly before subtly winking at me.

"It's impossible. How can Phum not do anything to you? That is so not in his nature"

"Uh, not possible," Pun said, following Q. He crossed his arms over his chest, frowned, and rubbed his chin back and forth. I got tired just watching it.

"Well, I, for one, don't believe it. Someone like that guy, Phum, never lets go of people he targets easily. You better tell us now, what did he do? We'll go take care of it for you"

Hah, acting all clever now! Yesterday, I didn't see you defending me like this. Watch it, you're going to get it later, fucking Thaen! It's all your fault for bringing him to me.

"You guys are weird, asking stupid questions. If he did something, how can I bring my handsome face for you guys to see right now, huh my friends?" Q slapped me for my overly excessive self-praise. "I'm telling the truth. Believe me, he didn't do anything to me" - all the head grabs, eye plucks, and ear pinches are my doings.

"He took me to talk and clear things up. He told me to apologize, it wasn't even a big deal. Just an apology yet he brought a whole Mercedes Benz to pick me up, haha" I laughed dryly. Recently, there was no more skin on my side because all the bones could be seen.

When they received firm confirmation from me, all four of them exchanged glances as if consulting each other silently. I took the opportunity to quietly sigh, which I had been holding in since who knows when. Damn it, because of that damn guy, now I have to live in paranoia.

When I looked up, I was met with four pairs of eyes that were staring at me with eyes that weren't very friendly and normal. They looked like psychos. Not that they weren't psychos daily already. The more they stare, the scarier it gets. Oh god, stop it already, you're giving me the creeps. Right from the start when we were just sitting and chatting, I already suspected they would interrogate me. Ai'Thaen even climbed onto the table and sat close to me, so close that his hair almost touched my nose.

"Are you sure Peem?" It was Shane who asked.

"Of course" I shifted my gaze back and forth between them, even I felt suspicious of myself. But why does Pun have to smile so weirdly, slyly, and crookedly? Not just Pun, but the others were all staring at me.

"W-what? Why are you looking at me like that?"

And I swear, if I could go back in time, I wouldn't ask this question at all.

"You traded your body to save yourself, didn't you?"

I was stunned, shocked, bewildered.

How the hell did you guys come up with that???

After that, the group broke apart. They all got up and ran everywhere like bees breaking a hive with me chasing them and kicking their asses. Their laughter was so loud you could hear it echoing back. People in the area turned to look at us and even clapped their hands to cheer.

That's nothing unusual here. Everyone did their own thing and played their own games. Art enthusiasts often admired and joined in with laughter regardless of whether they knew the reason behind it. All four of them laughed until tears fell and snots were running. Pun was the first to run in, hugging my neck and whispering that he chose me. Then, he pointed at the other three calling them: Mudbloods. And so we have a new victim.

They ganged up and beat Pun, with me being the one to grab him by the neck and lock him under my armpit. Haiiz, even if life threw some bad things our way, with crappy friends like these, they'll probably help us get through it...I hope.

This morning, I attended an English class with students from other faculties with a level of consciousness that wasn't at its peak. Normally, I already have barely any consciousness, but today was even worse. I felt both sleepy and exhausted from waking up early, and then I got to exercise by chasing those bastards.

I knew that they were just teasing and playing around, but damn, how could they think I would willingly trade my body? We almost ended up fighting to the death just by meeting face to face. When would we find time to think about each other? Thinking about it made me feel resentful-resentful against those friends with their sarcastic remarks, resentful against that crazy bastard who proposed a lunatic idea like something came out from the Rattanakosin period when slavery had not been abolished. Resentful to myself for making a deal with the devil.

But at that moment, in that situation, I felt like I was a drowning person. So whatever was thrown at me, I had to take it. I don't know who's not afraid of death, but I do. Whoever said I'm a coward, so be it. I just want to survive. 200,000 baht? Right now, in my account, there are barely 3,000 baht and it's only the sixth day of the month.

I guess I'll have to live off instant noodles for a while. Hearing me tell you this might sound funny, but it's not funny at all. I had to find a way to vent this anger and the back of Ai'Q, who was sound asleep right in front of me, happened to be the excellent sacrifice. Why do you sleep during class? Why don't you pay attention? People who don't pay attention must face consequences, right? Time for a backslap.

You damn friend. I smacked Q's back with a loud, crispy smack. Even the teacher standing at the front of the class heard it, turning around to see what had happened. I quickly raised my hand to apologize like I was guilty. As for Q, who was hit by my thunderous hand, woke up abruptly, glaring at me with hatred. However, he couldn't do anything because the teacher was watching. The other students who witnessed the incident burst into laughter, unable to hold it in.

Ahh, I'm starting to feel a bit better after feeling exhausted for several days. It feels like those days are causing distress. To cap it all off, ending with a slap on the back adds insult to injury. I haven't been so lucky lately. Maybe I should invite Q to make merit and offer some offerings to the monks.

But before I could invite my dear friend who was casting spells at a girl from another group. A melody that was my ringtone sounded through the room. Shit, I forgot to mute.

Sorry once again, teacher. I'm a Bodyslam fan, I love P'Toon. He is my idol, he's like the divine god and I am his faithful disciple. I listened to him more than my parents because if there had been no P'Toon that day I don't know where Peem was going to get the baggy pants like the ones he's wearing now.

Q turned to look with questioning eyes because I had let the phone ring for too long. Not only the teacher but also other students began to show interest and cast half-suspicious glances at me, wondering when I would answer the phone. I quickly muted the sound and lowered my head slightly in apology, also checking the number that dared to call and interrupt while Khun Peem was concentrating on absorbing knowledge.

Huh??? Whose number is this?

"Hello?"

I ducked under the table to answer the phone in a whisper. I still dare to answer in class, but if I had known in advance who was calling, I would never answer it.

(I'll give you 10 minutes. Come see me at the faculty. If 10 minutes pass and I don't see you, I'll charge a penalty of 1,000 baht per minute)

As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up immediately. No fuss, no wasting time. Brief, concise, easy to understand, and straight to the point.

As for me...RUN!!