Continuing the chapter from My Special Person (Episode 7)

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note

1. Characters, events, and places are all fictitious from the author's imagination. I wrote it for myself and only to entertain the readers. No part is true.

2. Contains content showing love for male-male relationships, has scripts

love scene

male-male type

It's late afternoon, but the shop hasn't opened yet.

Awesome!! The sound of the door bell opening

Pop walked into the store. Saw Oat taking his position at the counter. Carefully wiping cocktail glasses like usual.

The part I saw was sitting with my head down at the other end of the counter, even though I didn't turn around. But seeing only a dark plaid shirt that fits nicely on the back and a cap, it probably isn't anyone...Palitchok.

A large young man walked over and sat on the stool in front.

Oat made a gesture of his hand towards another person who was sitting in the distance not speaking.

Pop raised his eyebrows and turned to look.

One of Palitchoke's hands was on the champagne glass. He lifted it, downed it, put it down, looked down and didn't speak.

Oat wagged his index finger, signaling

come on

Let Pop move his body across the counter a little more. There's something I really want to talk about.

Two people face each other but turned the other way

"I've been sitting dizzy since afternoon. Ask me anything, I won't say anything. Fish and rice are not eaten. It's pretty clear already."

Oat turned to see if the person who was gossiping at point-blank range could hear or not. Seeing him still sitting, he turned back to continue talking with Pop.

"P'Tu is another one. His face came fiercely. I went into the kitchen to eat something and talked to her. She didn't talk. He prepared it, put it on a plate and put it on the table, and then sat quietly.”

Pop turned to look down the hallway from the kitchen. I saw that the people who were being gossiped about from a distance still haven't come out to walk around here. So I turned back to listen to Oat continue talking as well.

"Come together, everyone is in strong form. They don't say hello or guess. They don't say anything. They're so uncomfortable. I don't know what the fuck is going on." Oat complained at length.

"Is that here?" Pop asked.

Oat shook his head, "Not yet."

It is known to mean Isara.

Pop had a hunch. Tonight is not Palitchoke's turn to sing. He doesn't have to go on stage. But I came back early and came alone.

"Uh, hey, Peck, Tom, didn't you go get it together?" The older man's voice turned and asked.

The man in the cap shook his head slowly, only the brim of his cap covering his eyes and the shape of his nose visible.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

A small man with round glasses opened the door.

"Wow, it's really hard to die," Oat said.

"Hoy!!! P'Peck really came too. Tom saw your car in the parking lot and said it was there. Why did you come? Ah.... P'Pop and P'Oat, hello." Issara's voice sounded from far away when he saw that Palitchoke had come before. He looked surprised and delighted and hurriedly took his bag and put it under the cashier. While walking out to find produce, he asked a series of questions.

"Why are you here? Finished filming? Why didn't you message Tom so quickly?" Issara tilted her head, trying to get under the cap.

Palitchoke averted his eyes and adjusted his hat.

I don't want the little person to see the traces from crying all night.....

"Oat, please send me the rest," came a soft voice through the cap. Phulchoke meant that a bottle of his favorite champagne had already been poured down his throat. Extend your hand and ask for something from Oat.

"Oh, why don't you wait for the sun to go down?" he said and picked up the rest and handed it over.

You can grab the bottle from Oat. The tall man slowly moved down from the stool, staggering a bit. Tom hurried to support him. "Oh..P'Peck Are you okay?"

Seriously, even this amount of alcohol still won't affect the luck-producing level. But the reason I'm dizzy is because it's mixed with the fact that I haven't slept yet, so it looks a little blurry.

Produce a sigh of relief that smells like champagne. Slowly, he took his other hand and removed Issara's hand that was holding him. walk away quietly

"What's the matter?" The little man stood confused. He turned to look at the other two.

Oat shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips to mean he didn't know. Pop kept a calm face and didn't answer.

"P'Pek," Tom still tried to call Palitchoke to stop, glancing at the man speaking softly over his shoulder.

"What do you want to talk to Grandpa Tu about? You don't have to follow me."

Hearing this sentence, the glass of water in Pop's hand that Oat had brought to serve him just now almost fell out of his hand.

Fuck...................... A long exclamation sounded in the shop's big brother's head.

Issara stood stunned and froze. Turning to face Pop, his eyes wide open.

The elder could only give the little man an answering look. They all had worried expressions on their faces.

Popthorn was sitting at the center table in the kitchen.

.....Pictures from last night

The moment of saying goodbye to Issara and walking back to the big bike. He turned around and saw a lucky car. In that split second, a feeling flashed into my head.

So he turned and pulled Issara back again to kiss him passionately goodbye.

Intended to produce good fortune....

Intend to know that......

This person doesn't belong to you alone anymore....produced

He can hug too.

A young man in a cap walked and stopped at the entrance to the kitchen. Popthorn glanced at him. A tall figure leaned against the edge of the door. Hand holding a champagne bottle

"Do you have something to tell me?" Palitchoke asked softly in his style.

Popthorn didn't turn to look at the person who asked. Eyes the color of rust looked straight ahead.

"What does Peck want to hear?"

"Truth," Palitchoke replied after taking another gulp of champagne.

Popthorn stood up. Turn to look at the face of the person asking. Said in a simple but cool voice, "Whether Peck wants to know or not, I love Tom. I've loved him for a long time too...."

People who speak are manly enough to speak without looking away.

And under that cap Cool people don't avoid those sharp eyes either.

"You know, right? What is wrong with me?"

"I know." Popthorn looked out the kitchen window...

"He was the person that Peck let me sit and wait. Let him be disappointed that Peck couldn't come. Letting you be lonely when Peck goes out with friends....

... Peck has probably never seen Tom's eyes and moments like that." After saying that, he turned to look at Palitchoke.

What Phopthorn said was all correct.

Everything was in Phopthorn's eyes all along.

Issara's birthday when the birthday person refused to blow out the cake that Popthorn had made because she was waiting for P'Peck who was still busy with work to come. Coming off the stage here, there were only people surrounding me. Friends follow

clubbing

In other places, after going on stage, you have to hurry. Issara's free time is time for photoshoots for Palitchoke products.... But Issara still sat and watched with admiration.

But..so what?

“I have my own way of showing love. With my lover.... I can't measure my own with other people's...

......My love and yours are different."

What Palitchoke said was also correct.

Warm-hearted people and freedom-loving people can't argue until they die.

People have different backgrounds in life. expression of feelings There are different ways of giving and receiving.

Five fingers on my own hand are still not equal. Do you want other people to think or act like we all do? Even more impossible

No one is easy-going...no one is cruel... No one is more selfish than the other.... Everyone has reasons in their own hearts.

"Whether you want to know or not...." Palitchoke repeated the original sentence Phopthorn had spoken to him a moment ago.

"I love Tom. He's the only wonderful person in my life." He finished by taking the remaining champagne and splashing it down his throat.

The look in his eyes made matters worse. but still maintains a calm demeanor

Popthorn's face also became more solemn, turning to look at Peck, "I probably don't have to care anymore. whether Tom has a thumbtack or not As long as Tom doesn't reject you."

The two young men stood there, clashing their emotions with their eyes, still for a long time.

For producing luck Phobthon is one of the older brothers who produce luck.

P'Tu always takes care of and takes care of everyone in the shop. How will Palitchoke ever get drunk and sow sugarcane in a shop? If Issara can't take it P'Tu will be the one to carry it in the car for Issara to take home. Guests used to have conflicts in the store. P'Tu will come out in front and block everyone before anyone else. There are many other things that this brother has made others grateful for...

Even though it looks like they take special care of Tom. But Produce understands that this is because Issara is only the youngest who is smaller than the others.

I love you, but you treated me so badly....

As for Phopthorn's heart, he loves and cares for Dee no less than Palchok feels good about him. People here are like family. Like brothers that a manly man like him is willing to take care of. But when it comes to love, it doesn't get along with anyone. If Peck is nice enough to Tom It probably wouldn't have gone this far.

When Issara chooses to produce luck Phopthorn gives Palitchok the opportunity to take care of the people in his heart. But if it's not enough He wished to do that duty himself.

Blame the writer...blame the sky and the rain that fell from the beginning of the story. And that's just a coincidence.

Palitchoke walked into the kitchen and stood next to Popthorn, placing an empty champagne bottle on the table. Speak without looking into the eyes of the listener.

"You betrayed me, bro" 

Last words and walking away

Popthorn remained silent. But when Palitchok walked out He sighed and sat down exhausted.

at the counter

"Brother," Oat whispered and asked. Pop answered, "Hmm."

“Just now, Enie came here to play. Why are you sitting here depressed and slipping into the same mode again? Are you infected with an airborne disease?"

Pop shook his head at his wits' end, "Sigh."

The big man really wanted to tell Oat that For this little person Still not as worrisome as the two bastards inside.

"Ah... P'Peck" Issara saw Palitchoke walking out of the kitchen and hurriedly called out. But the producers didn't stop listening. Walking with my back up to the second floor of the shop, Issara hurriedly got up to follow.

"P'Peck" there was no answer from the person who was following along. Issara hurriedly ran after him until he reached the top.

Bang. Bang. Bang.....

Issara closed and locked the door.

"P'Peck, what's wrong?" Even though he asked boldly and was afraid of the answer, Issara was more worried about his luck.

Palitchoke unbuttoned his shirt to cool down from the alcohol.

Issara walked closer, "What did P'Peck talk about with... Uh, Brother...Tu? Why do you look so serious?"

Palitchoke stopped suddenly

"Huh," the cool man laughed. Smiling at the corners of the mouth, looking out the corners of the eyes

Issara's face became sad and she spoke softly, "Tom is worried about you."

Don't produce. Don't be weak. Isn't this the person who's talking here? Who hugged each other with Phopthorn last night. Have you forgotten that picture?

The image that pierced the wind's heart caused quite a bit of pain.

Thinking like that, the feeling of anger that I had been trying to suppress all along was time to be released.

Palitchoke snatches Issara's wrist Pushing him and throwing him down to lie on the sofa. straddling the body The little man took off his glasses and threw them on the nearby table.

Where, where, where have we gone? Just a kiss, right? Huh!

Palitchoke grabbed Issara's chin and squeezed. After a while, he gently caressed his cheek and mouth. Issara closed his eyes at the gentle touch....

Tom always indulges P'Peck. My needs are also Tom's needs.

... Bright eyes under fluttering eyelashes, peach-colored lips, white cheeks, all of this is a product of luck, right?

So why?

Doesn't your love fill Tom's heart completely?

Tears glisten in the eyes of a spoiled person.

A slender hand took off the little man's clothes. Everything went down together in a heap downstairs.

Issara whispered to him, "P'Peck, who will come up soon?"

Even if you yourself are the one who locks the room yourself But he still couldn't help but worry about someone downstairs.

Palitchoke stopped thinking. look at the door

Don't worry about the two big guys at the counter. Because they rarely come up to pay attention to the above documents.

There will only be a chef in the kitchen. who always came up to help Issara when he couldn't produce luck

But since Popthorn wanted him to know when he hugged and kissed Issara

So why should Producchok care? that Popthorn will know what he has done to Issara

And can do many times more than that too.....

Produce's offensive game this time is very heavy. The mood was angry, jealous, so intense that the little man's body almost broke. If it's a thin glass vase

Every inch of Issara touched Palitchoke's nose and mouth. I don't want anyone to repeat the same thing.

The little person accidentally moaned and called out the name of the person who was playing love on the sofa.

"P'Peck....P'...." Issara pressed the back of his hand to prevent sound from coming out of his mouth. With the other hand, he hugged Palitchoke tightly. A love that comes with loneliness and distance. But the time given was so much that Is almost choked.

"Tom.... Wh..... Why....." Palitchoke wanted to ask. I want to hear the reason from the mouth of a little person.

But when he saw Issara's loving eyes looking at him Everything was swallowed up in his throat.

Plump lips close tightly over thin, peach-colored ones.

After the jealous and angry love song in the

R&B

It's over.

Palitchoke attached the last button. Issara walked up and hugged her from behind.

"P'Peck... P'Peck doesn't have a singing queue tonight. And there's no appointment anywhere, right?"

"do not have"

"Yay" Issara is happy to kiss her face on the back of Palitchoke1fod.

“So, do you want to stay at Tom's house today? The series I downloaded and bought from that time....I haven't watched it yet. Do you remember? Tom is waiting to watch along with P'Peck. I want to look mature."

The taller man closed his eyes and thought....and then decided to speak.

"No, I don't think you want to go to Tom's house anymore."

Issara looked up, stunned, the hand that had been holding her slowly loosened.

Palitchoke, wide-eyed He turned to look at the little man who was standing there confused.

"I don't want to go and see Tom standing there hugging and kissing other people." ....

Finished speaking, he went to pick up his hat and put it on. Under the shadow of a cap Tears flowed again. But he tried to hold it back.

He loves Isara the most.

yes!! He is spoiled to the point of being annoying, but is it wrong that he must be punished with betrayal and infidelity?

Palitchoke turned to look at the little person who was still standing there, stunned.....

Do you want to say something, Tom? Do you have any excuses to say?....

Issara slowly turned to look at Palitchoke. There were no words. Everyone looked at each other....

Tears flowed from both of them.....

Palitchoke averted his eyes, bit his lip, patiently suppressing his feelings. Wiping away tears, he turned around and walked out of the room.

Issara threw herself down on the same sofa she had just made love to. The tears don't stop flowing.

Backing track music Oat used to connect speakers from the bottom up as Tom requested when working in the room. They floated up gently.

How long has it been? that I have to please

If you say any words You have to see and get what you want.

and my needs It's like sand dust.

never had meaning I don't see her ever listening.

Not any thing Let her come and arrange it.

I have a need for you to understand.

Is it time for you to listen to me?

Can you help me understand another person's heart?

It's time for you to know. What do I want?

If you still say you love me, I want you to listen.

But now Issara can't hear the music.

In that room, only the sound of crying could be heard.

...........End of episode............

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