Sequel to Sweet Love on a Rainy Day

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In the late afternoon, the sun and wind set on Friday, the pub staff began to prepare the place to welcome the customers who would be hanging out at the end of the week.

Including the stocky bartender who was humming a song in good spirits, arranging cocktail glasses until they were shiny, opposite the small person who sat at the front counter saying no.

"My face is still cramping and my toes are cramping, Mr. Tom," bartender Oat chirped after finishing with his groceries and turned to pick up a plate of desserts to serve the little man who was sitting with his hands on his chin, dead on.

A large man's voice sounded behind him, "I'd rather give him some alcohol to drink."

"Ah, P'Pop, hello." The little man turned around and raised his hand in greeting, then turned back to his chin and continued to look bored in the world.

Bartender Oat shook his head, “Oh. Looks like you can't get enough of anything, bro."

"So, my business has been finished for several days now."

"Oh, it'll take a whole week to clear it up." Pop took the large figure and sat him down on the side stool. Pick up the snack in front of the little person and eat it. "Or would you rather have a hot cup of coffee?"

"Face like this Coffee probably won't help, bro," Grandpa Oat said as he helped move away from the snack and put it in front of Pop instead.

"No, I'll eat it myself."

Oat nodded, "Oh," and turned around to prepare a strong shot of hot espresso for his brother.

"What's wrong? Did you argue with the sugarcane seller?" Pop asked, his mouth still chewing on his candy.

The little man loosened his hand on his chin and stretched it to cling to the edge of the counter, his face slumped and heaving a sigh of relief. “No.”

“Aho,” Oat turned to place the coffee cup for P'Pop but looked towards the door of the bar, speaking softly. “You came looking really handsome today.” The other two turned around as well.

The honey-skinned young man with a thin mustache added intensity to his face, but his gentle eyes, silver-framed glasses, and faint smile made him even more charming.

Pop took one look and knew that a round neck shirt and ordinary jeans were not ordinary, but the brand and style were even neater. A new person walked towards the group of three young men.

“Hello,” he bowed his head slightly. Putting down the phone and car keys on the counter, he turned to look at Tom and smiled as the little man looked at him with a neutral expression.

“Hello, Name. Ah, Name, this is P'Pop. P'Pop, this is Peck's friend, Name. Coming from Sydney,” Oat introduced.

The young man named Name turned to Pop and nodded, "Hello."

“Welcome, sir,” Pop replied. “Are you here to visit?” Pop builds friendship with simple conversation.

"I just came to see Ladlao. I'm still not sure if I'll return or stay for a long time." Pop listened and nodded his head.

“Peck hasn't come in yet,” Oat said.

The man with glasses smiled as usual. “Oh, yes, he told me he was going on a business trip. He will come soon. Let me get something to drink and wait here first.”

Oat lowered his head and cleared his throat, "Ahem." His eyes glanced towards the little man.

“What would you like to drink? Do you want to take it home cheaply or not, or never go back again?” Oat offered a menu to the young visitor.

“Wow, since when did such a damn menu become available?” Pop spoke in the language of his confidants.

Nemo smiled brightly, trying to hold back his laughter. "It's better to take it home and have someone come back with you." Just play and answer, what are you waiting for?

“A-nae,” Pop made a sound of pleasure.

“Sharp.” Oat nodded to Name. I turned to preparing a light, easy craft beer to warm my throat before the night wore on.

The three young men's light drinking and chatting, the playfulness of the two large men made it easy for the visitors to relax and become close to each other, except for the bespectacled man who still sat silently, only moving to pick up snacks to eat. Sometimes to let you know that there is still another person.

...a moment passed...

“Yes, the culprit has arrived,” Oat said, and the other three turned around in unison, not realizing the meaning that Oat had hidden in his words.

Whoever it was, Peck, P'Peck, Peck, E-Palut, each person would call for a tall, slender figure with a New Era hat, the usual style of a cool person, to walk in and smile.

"Hi-ey"...a voice greeted me five steps ahead. Produce rushed towards Name and embraced him like a familiar person.

“How long?” he said, gently holding the other person's face with both hands.

Huh...Why do I feel like there's some kind of energy around here? Pop thought to himself.

“For a while, it was fun just sitting and talking with everyone,” Name said.

Hmm, but I saw that the other guy was sitting there like a jerk. Pop thought to himself again!

"What would you like to drink, please, Mr. Oat? I'd like a glass of milk, please."

Oat gasped, “Ah! You are very polite.”

"Tom, go look at the things first. I forgot to put the bill in the file or not." The little man got up from the stool and walked around to the back of the store.

building! There was the sound of the store room door on the mezzanine closing. Tom walked in and sat down on the sofa in the room. Sit face up and look at the ceiling. Big sigh!

Well, it's been a story since the beginning of last week that a person named Name has been a regular guest of P'Peck every evening. Peck just introduced that he was a friend who had been together since childhood in Australia and then came back to study at university together. Thailand The Name family runs a business there, so Name came to live as a member of Peck's family until he graduated. Then I went back to help with the family business and came to Thailand sometimes, but so rarely that we hadn't seen each other for a while.

They're just friends, right? But why does P'Peck take special care of Name more than other friends he's ever known? In fact, Palitchoke is usually someone who has physical contact with those close to him. But this person has too many, too many, many, many, many, many, many, many. Tom only has these words in his head. And what's more is He secretly learned from P'Pae Ru that Name and Peck had been talked about by people saying they were close and deeply touching, but to what extent? Praew didn't say.

“P'Praew, P'Praew You're pretending to talk to Tom, right? It's not funny at all.” Tom mumbled, took off his glasses and put them on his side, closed his eyes, but after sitting there without anything to eat for more than five minutes, he fell asleep.

.... Z Z Z Z Z Z....

“Kiss.” A warm mouth gently rested on the side of his ear. “Huh!” Startled, Tom opened his eyes and turned to see Palitchoke's face sitting so close he thought he might be possessed.

"P'Peck," Tom hurriedly sat up. Palitchoke grabbed his waist and hugged him. Massive kisses on the cheek again, "Kiss, kiss, oh, I'm so happy.."

The person being kissed has been robbed and kissed many times before and did not resist. But he keeps a calm face with level 8 anger.

"P'Nem will come and see you soon." I really couldn't help but taunt.

Is Palitchoke making an eye roll? “There's no one in here.”

The answer I want to hear is that if the name sees it, it's okay. There's no one here! Issara wanted to get up and scream.

Tom pursed his lips like a person who couldn't think straight. What if? Some things are not clear. Since the famous person came back Produce has time for you, but Name recommends Name to friends and goes out to eat with Name. Wait, that name. I'll tell you that my friends But it was frustrating. It's like Tom has been reduced in importance. When two people are together, it's not like when they're with a gang.

It's not like when talking to P'Wan and P'Tu, Tom can feel it. Tom feels heh heh heh...jealous!

//I didn't say all that, I just thought//

“What are you thinking?” asked the producer. “Are you talking to Mommy in Jai Jai?”

If it were any other time, Tom would probably laugh, but right now it's not funny, I'm irritated, I understand!!

The little one knows that for his luck, no matter what anyone says, he doesn't care about the world. But if you are a friend, you care about the feelings of this group more than yourself. Produce cool, romantic people Looks flirtatious and perverse. But I don't like people. Tom shouldn't be upset with his friends.

"I'll go out to eat at Nem's house first, then come back and sing at the late night." Palit tilted his head and said, running his fingers through the hair on his white face. Tom's things disappeared from the mess he had stolen from him just a moment ago.

Name, name, name again. And what about Tom's time??

“Um, fine, that's fine.” He said and wanted to shake his head. The guy who thinks is not like the guy who talks.

"I'm going to go for a long time. It's okay to take Brother Name to the end of the green sky."

Palitchoke tilted his head and pretended to think, “Um, I'm planning it too. I'm going to have a party. Ban Name's yacht in Phuket is rarely used for oysters to stick to,” Keke finished speaking, making her eyes widen. giggle

A jealous wind blew and he probably didn't see the sad look in the little man's eyes. Tom pretended to turn around and grab his glasses and put them on, trying not to get suspicious.

“Can Tom come with me?” he asked without looking. Pretend to arrange your hair and clothes.

“Ummm, do you want to go? I'll take a look first. I'm not sure either. Because this party is made up of only Name's people.”

People of name, people of name, people of name!! If I had a durian in my hand, I would have dipped the whole durian in my belly.

“Tom, who do you belong to?” Tom said in a soft voice, almost a whisper. Under the round glasses, tears flowed, I don't know why they slowed down.

“Hm, Tom, what do you say?” Palitchoke doesn't just have bad ears. But my eyes are not good either.

“No.” Tom hurriedly got up and walked over to pick up some documents at his desk. "Tom has to settle the bill first."

Palitchoke picked up his phone and looked at the time, “Okay. I have to go too. I'll see you soon."

With that, the tall figure walked away and the small person's heart flew away as well.

10:30 p.m.

The sound of the backing track in the pub softens and the DJ introduces Palitchoke. He returned just in time for the show and entertained the customers, making them scream with every charm.

The eyes of every pair of customers were fixed on the center of the stage. No matter where they slithered, howled, or moved, they couldn't take their eyes off this man who was brighter than the spotlight. Including the name of my male friend Palitchoke who was sitting at the bar counter.

The eyes of the little man on the bar counter looked towards Palitchoke, looking at Palitchoke's male friend.

Just as Pop, sitting next to him, was looking at Palitchoke, looking at Name, and looking at Tom.

Just as Oat was free from making drinks, he turned to look at Peck, Name, Tom, and Pop.

“Um, P'Pop,” Oat, the foot of the counter, reached forward and whispered.

“Hm,” Pop grunted but didn't turn around. Eyes still looking at the stage

“I think if it's a fighting fish. We probably all have children together.”

“I think it's strange,” Pop tilted his head and whispered, “It's weird. How is it weird?”

"Did you just feel it?"

“Dammit.

Ha

I just arrived.” Pop and Oat are now whispering until their heads are almost stuck together.

“Is it because of this that Tom is so depressed?” he said pouting his mouth at Name. "Isn't that a friend?"

Oat looked left and right and there was still no customer ordering anything. Plus, my mouth has been itchy for a long time, so I finally got a chance to mount it.

“It said it was a friend, but since I came here Pamper all kinds of things Wherever you go, the two of you go together. A name like that, a name like that, and I saw the gestures, including touching, stroking, and hugging. A few more of these things. If they kissed each other on the cheek in front of me, I wouldn't be surprised,” Oat rambled.

"But it's normal for him to get involved with everyone."

“Oh, hyung, it's not quite the same, even I can't help but think about it. That's why he was so depressed and like a depressed dog." This time, Oat was the one pouting at Tom.

“And that guy doesn't know?” Pop gestured towards the stage, referring to his luck.

"Hey," Oat frowned, "P'Pop, you're such a stupid question. If you knew, would you be in this situation?" Oat rubbed his lips at Tom again.

"My mouth is beginning to hurt," Pop cut in. When Name turned to the two young men The conversation was cut off by default, parting ways...

After the show the DJ adjusted the atmosphere to soft music. When we talked we could hear...

“that’s cool

Peck” Name hurriedly greeted Pek after leaving the stage before anyone else. Pop saw just as Tom was about to open his mouth to ask if he wanted to drink water and then suddenly muffled the air.

“Very tired,” Prod replied, leaning over and resting his head on Name's back. His cheek rested on his male friend's shoulder.

“veuve clicquot

Two places, Mr. Oat,” Name said softly, “for Peck as well.”

Pop turned to look at the little person he had seen with a bottle of mineral water in his hand that he always drank. He quickly put it away and stuffed it under the counter.

"Oh, karma," Pop shook his head.

The champagne produced is poured into beautiful, bubbly, golden glasses. He hurried to wait at the counter, wagging like a child waiting for cotton candy.

“Yeh, Yeh,” Prod quickly picked up a glass for Name and himself. Two young men clink glasses together. Produce and drink several gulps. But Nem sipped only a little. Because he kept drinking from the evening until he went to eat at home. And came to sit and watch the production sing and sip quite a bit. Seeing something soft like this has a stiff neck, not something you can play with at all.

A waiter walked over and ordered an extra oatmeal menu, so he turned around and hurriedly made drinks for the customers. Cocktails with beautiful colors that look delicious were transported out into another large batch.

Name and Peck continued to talk throughout that time. Tom felt like he didn't exist. The two young men were so close that it was enviable. Palitchoke put his arm on Name's shoulder and whispered in each other's ears. Sometimes Palitchoke accidentally laughs loudly. Meanwhile, Name continued to smile until her cheeks bursted.

What's with that happy face??

I can't take it anymore!!

"P'Peck," Tom must have forgotten that the music was turning down in order to change the track because the little man's voice was ten times bigger than his own. Oat was startled and he almost dropped the shaker from his hand. P'Pop turned around and made his eyes widen, thinking in his heart. Name and Peck suddenly stopped laughing. Turn around together

Call one person and turn to four people!

"Tom forgot the document in the upstairs cabinet. P'Peck, go help Tom pick it up." After saying that, he walked over without waiting to see if the person taking the order was going to do it for him or not.

Bang!!

“What do you want Tom to bring?” Palitchoke asked after following Tom into the store room. Look left and right. In fact, there are shelves in the room that are out of reach for small people. But as far as looking at the various document boxes They were all at a low level.

“Tom wants to ask Brother Tom who is uncomfortable. Tom knows that you are a very loving person. But since P'Nem came, Tom said it's not the same. One week for you might be short, but the feelings and everything that's going on in Tom's heart feels like a very long time. And if P'Nem hasn't returned yet It's going to continue like this. Tom isn't okay.”

Tom finished speaking and took a deep breath. Well, your father plays without interruption.

"Hey, is TomTom jealous of you and Name?" Palitchoke asked in return.

"Well..." At this point Tom couldn't say anything else. Little tears flowed down.

“Tom, Tom, why are you crying?” A slender finger wiped away the tears on the little man's cheek.

"Is Tom still important to you?" Okay, Issara, we've already said it.

Palitchoke bit his lip, “Tom...for you...Tom is very important. But I have friends who encourage me. In the past, bad things In life when there was no Tom before." Is the order of words correct? Palitchoke in mind

"Nam is an important person in my life, very important, but in a different way than Tom." Ah, very manly, good luck, keep fighting.

"......" The little man was stunned. I didn't expect Palitchoke to say such a long word to him.

Palitchoke slowly reached out and put his hand on Tom's shoulder. Pulling him closer, he took out his glasses. And gently embrace

The smaller man remained silent. White cheeks tucked into a smooth, tanned chest, shirt with three buttons unbuttoned on stage. Can you hear Palitchoke's heartbeat? Issara

"P'Peck..... Tom is really asking." His voice was muffled. Palitchoke looked down. "What is it?"

"P'Nem and P'Peck Uh...um....huh I don't know, Tom." Father was stunned, unable to think of words.

"Nam is a special person. He is a person that I love very much. He is one of the best friends in my life."

Tom hurriedly looked up and his eyes widened. "Be friends?"...

Produce nodded and replied.

yeah

It's a friend."

“Really just friends?” the little man asked. Palitchoke looked at that white, smooth face. The round, tear-stained eyes were now sparkling like a child had fallen and gotten a toy. Making eyes like this, how could Palchok endure the cuteness? Plump lips slowly bent down to kiss those thin lips. The kiss lasted for a long time. Where does the thirst for sweetness come from?

"Oh," the little man removed his mouth, breathing heavily, "A kiss to make up for it, Pee Peck?" Palitchoke just realized that he hadn't given time to kiss Tom for a week now... (Oh, Father Kon Der)

"P'Peck left Tom for many days. And I don't know how many more days it will be." When he finished speaking, his mouth and cheeks puffed out like a goldfish.

Produce answered, "It will probably be a long time." His chubby cheeks closed, his mouth turned upwards instead.

“Heh heh,” Palit laughed, “Tom, his name is my friend. And I'll be friends with Tom. I want everyone I love to love each other."

Let's end it stubbornly like this. I've been sulking for a long time. If I have to beg you too much, it will create bad luck. Bad boys won't be able to please me. It'll just make me cold. Tom thought to himself.

"Okay, Tom, trust me. Tom, I'll try." I'm friends with P'Nemmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

"So now P'Peck can release Tom. I left the counter for a long time. There won't be anyone downstairs to help," Tom said.

Palitchoke looked at Tom's face and smiled at the corner of his mouth. The two people's eyes were drawn to each other like magnets. The tall man slowly tilted his head down to kiss her softly again. Both of their hearts seemed to be beating in the same rhythm. Passing on lingering and long-lasting feelings

Customers still sit and drink lightly, but it's not as chaotic as when the show was on stage.

At the bar counter....

"Oh, P'Pop, why is it a different movie?" Oat tilted his head and asked Pop, who had returned to the same place to pick up snacks to eat. After Tom came to the counter to clear the bill.

“When I went up here, my face looked like I was about to go to war. When I come down, I feel refreshed like I'm wearing Carefree," Oat said.

"I wonder if a truce has been negotiated? That's good. I've felt it since last evening. It's gone." Pop replied softly.

The two round young men turned to look at the little man who was smiling a little and smiling a big smile. The eyes were bright and different from when they were cold.

As for Peck and Name, they moved their stools to sit and drink nearby, but the two of them still talked as before.

Issara knows that Palitchoke is a charming person, a cool person, a bad boy, a goofy person, spoiled and a lot of things. Especially the person you love. For producing luck Issara is the person he loves and all he needs is just understanding and trust.

"Okay, Tom, I'll believe you." Issara looked at the two young men sitting together. Talking softly to himself, Peck turned and smiled at him. Name turned to look at another Tom. He still doesn't know anything. But he smiled softly and raised his glass to toast.

"cheers"

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Since it's the first time, I'll write a single chapter and finish it. But there was a moment so I continued writing. But it's because the first episode is a short story. So it will be continued into a short story in the next episodes. Feel free to criticize and comment.