Continuing the chapter from My Special Person, Episode 8.

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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.

In the evening, music began to play. Today Wan came to jam with the band as usual. Plus, Brother Katto stopped by to have fun with the chorus. They jokingly asked for payment for a special drink made by Oat.

Issara still works at the customer cash desk as usual.

The only thing that wasn't normal was his swollen eyes and red, bruised nose from crying that he had left on the second floor in the room on the second floor since the evening before.

His face was ruined because of the tears, making the young waiter not dare to talk to him and accept the money. I returned the bill book and walked away to stand far away.

"P'Oat put the cocktail glass on the tray and called the waiter to bring it to the customer and then turned to talk to Pop who was clearing out the knick-knacks next to him.

"What?"

"Will it charge the wrong amount?" Oat said and raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes at Issara.

Honestly, Oat isn't worried about money. Because I know that Issara is careful about her work, but what worries me is the state of sitting there with a bruised face. Even though Oat didn't bother to ask him anything, But I always observe and can't help but gossip with P'Pop.

"In the evening, I called you to eat, but I didn't eat. You might faint at the table. He had a fight with Peck."

Pop turned to look at Issara and went to sit still, leaning against the back of the counter. His eyes looked down, not making eye contact with anyone.

"Probably as irritated as usual," Pop replied evasively.

Oat turned to look at Tom again, "But this time you looked serious. That bastard left his car keys and got in a taxi and disappeared, I don't know where he went."

Father Bear Oat has a long report.

"Displeased, Brother Tu, another person is taking care of him too. Went in to eat again this evening. The table was full of food as before, but the addition was that the chef was really dizzy. I scooped it up and jumped outside.

Pop smiled a little, listening and feeling uncomfortable along with Oat. But he couldn't help but laugh at the words of the storyteller.

The waiter walked over and ordered more oats, so he turned away.

Popthorn is a neighbor. Friends worked with Pop from a young age until he became bold in high school, when he was sent to study cooking in America at Phopthorn University. Until there was a business partner and family that owned many Michelin level restaurants, you could just sit there and wait to get money. But he chose to return to work and stay in Thailand.

In addition, there is one junior who is sitting here filled with tears.

Issara, the youngest child from Mayura's house, a magnificent Thai house on the water's edge. A rich family of landowners who operated a farm of many rai after graduation returned. He asked to withdraw and buy a luxury house in the city so that he could go back and forth to the store and have a private life like a city person at his own convenience.

Oat is a junior at university who was in the same gang as Pop after graduating. Oat went to study a special course in hospitality and became fascinated with mixing alcohol until he met a drinking friend named Palitchoke who Oat brought into everyone's lives a few years ago.

Charming young man from Sydney The house is so rich that she looks like a young lady, but the chemistry is right with a big-mouthed guy like Oat, making him a cool guy or a bad boy. Time with people in the store You have become a perverted person. Handing out sugarcane to flirt with Issara Kradee Krada makes Oat make liquor to make a joke of asking P'Tu for snacks in the kitchen.

Fate has determined that we will meet each other at a certain time and then be separated from each other and have our own paths in life at different horizons.

Then fate played tricks on us to meet again and have new friends come into our lives.....

Actually, each person in the house is wealthy. You don't have to spend the night with other people like this.

But it's strange. With some people who have met each other all their lives, they still don't feel anything. But with some people, just having met and talked a few times, they feel good, trusting, and strangely connected.

Goddess? Destiny?

That is the origin of the shop and the relationship of this group of people......

Pop had also caught the feeling that Phopthorn had a special eye for Issara, but at the same time Issara's eyes were fixed on Palatchok. The producer himself looked at Issara and fell in love with the little person as well.

The faint smile of a close friend sometimes when he looks at those two people, when he thinks of them, it makes Pop feel uneasy.

.....He must have loved him since before returning to Thailand.....Pop guessed.

Now that I understand the reason that makes someone seem a little selfish.

I feel sorry for my friend.

I feel sorry for the guy sitting here with a chubby face, and I feel sorry for the tall guy wearing a cap who has disappeared from the shop since that evening.

The condition of the lucky draw when leaving the store is like a walking champagne bottle.

No different from another person who was dark in the kitchen.

Pop sits and thinks about past events.

and the future of the store

Sigh.....

"Tom, go upstairs and pack up your stuff." After the shop closed and all the customers had left. Issara said after finishing cleaning up her own table. Carrying documents, he went upstairs as usual.

"Tom" Pop walked closer to talk.

“In a crisis, sometimes there is an opportunity, and if the opportunity comes again, Tom, try looking around you, looking at yourself, looking at the people that Tom loves, and don't forget to look at the people who love Tom. Then decide what's best for yourself."

Issara was silent, but nodded slightly, understanding what the elder was saying.

What did I just say? Pop thought...

Not taking sides with your friend is like taking sides... It's not that you don't love Peck or think that Peck doesn't love Issara.

But... if now comes a choice, Tom might find someone who is more suitable for himself and will be happier.

Step back from the lavender fields for a while and you will realize that love alone is not enough!

Is there a difference between taking a chance and giving yourself a chance??

That I won't be a tiger

n

Since the time I talked with Tua, but this time I joined the tiger band.

n

I'm going full time.

When we got to the 2nd floor, Issara put things in place and when we turned around and saw the sofa, we were shocked and looked away.

If on any day you produce luck at the shop He would lie down humming a song to keep me company, or if he'd had a drink, he would lie down and sing a song to Tom until he finished packing up his things. Sometimes he would open his arms and beg for a hug or pretend to pull Issara down.

On the table, there is a box of beautiful cherries that Issara likes to eat when she's working. The original place was there... regularly without having to ask who brought it No deposit required, no need to request. Chok produce is still often eaten.

Issararak Palitchoke Ask yourself a hundred times and get the same answer a hundred times...

But I can't hurt or push Phopthorn away.

If anyone has ever lived with someone who has always been very good to us, they will understand Issara.

Even though it's not the kind of love and affection that makes one lucky, it's a bond that fills them. Issara couldn't really deny the warmth she was used to.

"Tom," Popthorn's voice called.

Issara turned to look.

"How are you?" Popthorn asked.

Issara replied simply, "Well....it's not like this."

"Tom's face tells me that Tom is not okay."

"I'm sorry...."

"It's okay, Tom. I'm not angry at you at all. I didn't do anything wrong.." ... Issara's tears began to well up.

The love I have for Tom isn't wrong.

Phopthorn looked at Issara's face and his heart broke when he saw tears under those round glasses.

"Really, Brother Tom, I understand you"... ...Issara confirmed.

When we love someone, we just stand and watch. Pee Tu is no different from Tom who just stands and watches Pee Peck.

"And Tom understands P'Peck too".....

Speaking of this, Issara began to feel dizzy, having not eaten since entering the shop in the afternoon until midnight.

"It's Tom's fault. Tom isn't strong enough. It's Tom's fault..."

Crying again, Issara

Popthorn walked in and hugged her.

"Tom, don't cry."

Huh... The more it's forbidden, the more it's discouraged.

Huh....started to sob.

“Tom!” Popthorn raised his voice. Holding both of Issara's cheeks, "Look at me."

Huh....

“Look at me, please!!!!”

Issara stopped crying and looked at the person holding her cheek.

Popthorn's voice softened. "Tom, don't blame yourself."

"Blame Peck for being spoiled. Blame me for taking advantage of the opportunity."

Phopthorn continued, rubbing both hands on Issara's cheeks and wiping away tears.

"I just want to take care of the person I love, but it's the wrong time..."

The young man's eyes looked deeply at the little man.

Deepest in the heart....

Phopthorn removed Issara's glasses. Kissing Issara's eyelids, the tears remaining on her lips.

"Tom, I'd like to be alone for a while. I want to give myself some time to reflect."

"Um, I understand that. If you want anything, I can do it. Let's think of each other."

Issara nodded. Popthorn handed the glasses back, gave a small smile and walked down.

"Tom, please come back soon." Issara walked down to pick up her backpack at the cashier's table. Pop was standing talking with Phopthorn while Oat walked out of the bathroom.

"Hey, let's go." Oat ran over and grabbed his bag. "There you go, P'Pop, P'Tu." Father Bear waved goodbye and followed Issara out.

"I've got you and me left." Pop stood with one arm on the counter. while Phopthorn bent down to pick up his helmet.

"What?" Popthorn asked.

"Did you see Tom's face? It was so dull."

Popthorn didn't answer.

"I don't know who started first....but if it's not okay, you can stop."

Popthorn placed his helmet on the table. Sigh with someone close to you. You probably don't have to put in any forms.

"I'm just as confused as anyone else."

"When I saw those sad eyes, I felt angry. Why couldn't it be me?"

Pop looked at his friend.

"There is nothing perfect in this world."

"But have you seen the condition of Tom and Peck?" Pop asked further.

Popthorn remained silent.

“You think about how you made that tomboy tremble. Because you really love it. Or do you love yourself?"

"I've loved Tom for a long time. I love you more than you guys understand,” Popetorn replied.

“But is it too late now?”

When Phopthorn stood still and didn't answer anything. Pop could only shake his head.

Another corner of the pub, another group of friends' regular pubs, spotlights blaring with music.

EDM

Palitchoke lets himself go wild Handing out sugar cane

"Whoever loves you, please let me hear your voice." He jumped up and down. Shouting to compete with the music of a step show

Screams, screams, screams from girls and tourists around you.

"P'Peck" "P'Peck" "Hi Peck" "Hey Peck"

Young friends who were familiar faces came to clink glasses with the Chok produce.

While walking to the parking ramp

Oat walked in and hugged Issara's neck. "Hey Tom... I don't know anything about them. But I want to say You guys are my family.” Issara nodded with a confused expression.

“No matter what happens, I will always be by your side.” Issara looked at his large friend with gratitude.

Oat patted Tom on the shoulder for a few more minutes. “But I'm a little more worried about you and those two fierce bastards. Let it go. You guys already know the world,” Oat is referring to Phopthorn and Palitchoke.

"Wow, both of you pretend to be so intense, I'm uncomfortable all day. So bad," he said, laughing to himself.

Issara's smile rose from Oat's complaint.

"Thank you, Uncle Oat."

A taxi stops in front of the store. Producing luck and walking around Didn't sleep for the second night in a row. And downed a lot of liquor. If the neck wasn't really strong, it would have been knocked out a long time ago.

But he still had the sense to know that he had been drinking and not driving. The car keys had been thrown on the store counter in the first place.

I don't want to look drunk and go back to show people at home. No tall older brother to carry in the car, no small person to deliver.

No more...

“Huh,” Palitchoke smiled, sneering at himself… already grown up. You can come sleep at the shop.

He fumbled and looked for the keys to the shop that everyone had in their pockets.

Hm.... !!

Who was the last person to leave and didn't get locked out?

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

All the lights in the store were turned off, leaving only one lamp at the counter.

A broad-shouldered man sitting with his back turned around and looked over.

P'Tu!!!!

“S.hittttt” 

Palitchoke cursed softly. He walked erratically past the people sitting behind the counter. Open the refrigerator and take out the mineral water bottle that little people always keep in the cupboard and drink it.

“Would you like to come back drunk?” a voice from the person sitting greeted.

Palitchoke downed drinking water. Look at the person speaking out of the corner of your eye and then walk to stand and look at the cluster of alcohol bottles that are all dazzled, making your eyes sparkle and pick and choose, looking like a child stealing sweets and picking up wine from

Frederiksdal Estate

And the glass that Oat hung on the hanger waddles to sit on the stool in front. 2 places away from my brother.

Beautiful dark wine poured slowly into the glass. He lifted it up and took a sip.

Phopthorn reached over and picked up another glass hanging above his head and handed it to Palitchoke.

The man in the cap turned to look. Grab a bottle of wine and pour it.

“Thanks”

The young chef said, took a sip, then downed the rest of the glass.

"Sherry wine..." I don't know why. When I hear the word sherry, two people think of the same thing: Issara.

Palitchoke reached out and poured to fill Phobthon's depleted glass.

Two tall, slender young men Sitting and drinking in silence, lit by a single lamp. I saw it in the eyes of the person wearing the shiny cap.

I don't know if it was tears or alcohol.

“Have you loved me for a long time?”

Popthorn was silent but nodded.

"Then why didn't you ever tell him?"

“Some things are hard to say.”

What kind of reasons are there for love?

Finished speaking, he drank it all in one go and reached for the bottle to pour himself.

"I love you.... I love you. I love everyone here."

It's probably because of the alcohol that makes his mood shake more easily than usual, even though the shadow of his cap hides his face. But I saw a lucky teardrop fall into the wine glass.

Phobthon himself is no different. Glittering eyes, tears welling in their eyes. Strong men know how to cry.

Unsaid love When I told you.....I didn't love you.

Phopthorn stepped down from the stool and turned to Palitchoke. Take the cap away from the wearer.

Palitchoke turned to look.

The older reached out and grabbed the younger by the neck. kiss forehead gently

The two men looked into each other's eyes, understood... but couldn't find a way out.

They embraced each other.

Palitchoke had tears running down his cheeks.

"elder sibling..."

“Hm.”

"I'm not a receiver."

“Heh heh,” the older man's voice couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't want to attack the same group."

"desolé"

said the young chef.

The more he hugged, the more Phopthorn became more aware of his luck.

"Hey .... Hey .... Peck, you...."

Palitchoke didn't get to hear the last word.

The luck-producing battery that had been on for two nights completely died, allowing himself to sleep with a trusted person.

“What the fuck...all year,” Popetorn cursed.

Popthorn carried the slimmer man over to a long chair at a corner table, standing and watching a model in a plaid shirt sleep with his mouth open.

Bad boy condition, even if he's drunk, he still looks good. It's like this that makes Issara fall in love so deeply.

“What next?”

I saw a lucky phone pop out of my pocket and picked it up to look at.

Cool people never set a lock screen on their phone because they'll set it themselves and then forget it.

A list of names of people who saved with strange names all over.

Spready breasts, saggy breasts, puffy breasts, big ass, oatmeal trash....what the hell is wrong with you?

The screen light flickers.

If love has the power to make people sensitive It also makes people selfish.

In the sentence just now, he told Palitchoke that he was sorry.

Phopthorn picked out 1 name.

...... then press call ......

.....end of episode.....

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