Continuing the chapter from My Special Person, Episode 9.

You can read it from the fic table of contents below.

After hanging up the phone...

Phopthorn sat and looked at Palitchoke who was asleep and didn't know anything. Lying there, plump red lips, smooth tan chest, matching a shiny silver cross necklace.

If he didn't have the same "smell" as Palitchoke, he probably wouldn't be able to resist either.

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh

The young man turned to look at the door. Greeting visitors at night, "Hello."

"Hello, I'm Peklaha." My young friend, Palitchoke, once brought me to the kitchen to introduce me to the chef's food, to the point of praising him endlessly and having made Issara jealous in the past.

turret...

"Sleeping here... I'm really sorry. I don't know who to call because it's late now. You can let him sleep in the shop alone, but the condition isn't ready for use like this and I'm worried. If I were to take it on a motorcycle, I would definitely fall on the road."

"nevermind When I sleep, I still switch things up a bit".... If it were in Sydney He's already woken up.

“I thought you were going together because I saw the last number he called so I tried calling. In case we go on a trip together and we're still nearby."

"Oh, yes." In fact, Phopthorn had already told the reason over the phone once. But he spoke again with consideration.

“He called me today as well. But I didn't go because I had business with my family." Name said the reason.

Popthorn looked at the sleeping man, "Ah, what should we do?

"nevermind I'll take him back to my condo first, rather than staying in Thonglor as well. Tomorrow I'll have some free time. And then I'll take him back to get the car here later."

Popthorn nodded, "Good...then...I'll help you."

One dark young man and one gentle young man. They carried the wings of the dead man into a luxury car.

"Does he normally drink this much all the time? How do you drive back?"

"Well, friends here, please help me out," Popetorn replied evasively.

“Normally, Peck always plays safe. Except sometimes if it's only with me or someone they trust to be hardcore like this."

Popthorn looked at the drunk man's face.... "Oh, yes."

....Although Palitchoke is extremely flirtatious, he will only release himself to people he trusts.....

"Would you like me to ride you to your condo? I'll help carry him up and deliver him if it's not a riot." Phopthorn offered to help.

"Oh, no, I don't think so. But, I'll call the security guard at the building for help so you can go home."

Popthorn nodded, "Then, thank you very much."

"Ah, you..." Name looked like he had something else to say.

"Yes?" Phopthorn turned around and asked.

Prat looked hesitant. "nevermind Let's talk again another day."

Popthorn was confused for a second. But I wasn't impressed by anything. "Yes."

Prakan nodded his head in response. then drive away

The young chef walked into the restaurant and turned off the lights. Put the wine glass on the counter or Oat will take care of it himself.

I thought of the words that Name said just now.

People you trust.....

Issara sat face down, leaning on a pillow on the bed in a soft-colored room with only dim lights on. Open your phone and look at saved production photos, travel photos, and dining photos. Pictures here and there of an unbuttoned shirt, a cap, and the plump lips of Palitchoke who once kissed Issara.

Hundreds of photos taken with friends There are at least ten selfies taken with Tom....Issara thought.

Glancing towards the bathroom The first time I had anything with palakchok was here on a rainy day. One of the happiest days Sweet love on a rainy day

Are you going to sleep now? When it's evening, when Issara comes down, you won't see any luck anymore.

"P'Peck," Issara mumbled looking at the picture of Palitchoke. “The thought of this is extremely painful.”

Whether you're at home or not, the car is parked at the shop. I don't know who I'm going with.

Thinking and worrying

If you miss me, call me. At most I just don't accept it.

"Thank you," Name said, thanking the condo's guards for helping to carry the luck products to the room.

A cool person was brought to sleep on a large sofa. He started to feel like he was slurring and realizing a bit.

"Hey man, want some drink?"

Name saw the drunk man start to shake and asked.

Produce Chokta Prue Once you get to know the environment, you can remember a little bit about where it is. "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, how did

The man with glasses smiled, "Huh," and got up to open the refrigerator. Grab some ice-cold water for Palitchok to drink in case it helps him feel better.

"Oh." Prakan came and sat next to me, handing me a glass of water.

Palitchoke lifted his head slightly. His hands were weak and he accepted the glass, but water splashed onto his shirt."

oh shi.t!!"

Cold water splashed right on his chest.

The already cool air conditioner makes it colder faster.

"da m mmnn"

He moaned softly and slowly lifted himself up, using his hands to unbutton and take off his shirt.

"Oh." After taking it off, he wrapped his arms around Name's waist. Head resting on the shoulder of the person wearing glasses, "so drunk"

I'm confused.

The fortune-telling phone that Name had placed on the glass table next to him rang.

The owner of the phone reached over and picked it up.

VDO Call

Issara

Palitchoke's eyes hesitated, looking at Name's face.

"Give it to me," he handed it to his young friend. Then he fell on his face again.

Prakan made a confused face, "And you didn't accept it yourself?"

"Oh, I'm not ready to talk." I don't want to tell Name that the wound that Issara made is still painful in the left side of my chest.

Prakan raised his eyebrows suspiciously. But I pressed to accept it.

picture

vdo

stuck

"hello tom"

Prakanthak tilted the phone to show that the owner of the device was here.

Produced with Prakan The chest is bare. He kept his head on his shoulder, not even turning to look at the person on the other side of the screen.

"....." Issara was stunned. The person who wanted to speak disappeared again.

"Tom, what's wrong?" Prakan asked again....

"....." Issara smiled at Nem, but his eyes were very sad. No need to worry about him anymore, Issara.

"Tom?"

"Tom, I called the wrong number. I'm sorry...P'Nem."

The screen turns off!!!

"Oh, he's gone," Noem said.

Palitchoke closed his eyes and felt dazed. He nodded slowly, "It's just the wrong person.." After saying that, he turned over and lay down again, "Whoa."

P'Peck doesn't have a tomboy. I have people all around me, very close, very close, and especially close!!

And when Tom doesn't have P'Peck...

Chef, a fierce person but very kind to Tom, walked into Issara's thoughts again.

Slowly sorting it out from the time I lived in America. Thinking of old pictures Phopthorn has always treated Issara well.

Never had any idea what Phopthorn thought of himself.

Before I realized that I loved Tom Tom is already in love with someone else.

That other person who just had a few cool moves and the girls all screamed.

Many times the evil tiger pretended to bow his head. He pretended to move his hat and avoid his eyes. But Tom saw a smile on his lips, satisfied that he had flirted and exercised his charm.

Even though I'm proud that the person I love has people who love me like this But it wasn't very comfortable.

Where did P'Peck go? P'Pek isn't here. Who did Pep go with? .....These are the things I want to ask to death. Sometimes Tom doesn't dare to bother.

"Decide what is best for yourself," Pop's voice sounded in his head.

Issara picked up her mobile phone...

IsTom :

Brother... are you still sleeping?

2PoPtorn :

Still, what's wrong with Tom?

2PoPtorn :

Tom, can you please call me?

2PoPtorn :

Tom, please answer.

2PoPtorn :

If you don't answer, I'll run to your house....

Phopthorn talks like he's joking but is serious. Rama IX and Ekkamai are just the blink of an eye apart for a big bike to reach.

IsTom :

Tom just can't sleep. What are you thinking about?

2PoPtorn :

What time will you go to the store tomorrow? Shall I make you some cake to eat?

Issara smiled faintly.... Is this to please???

IsTom :

It's still the same time.

2PoPtorn :

K

2PoPtorn :

Tom...

2PoPtorn :

What can we talk about?

IsTom :

Tom is sorry.

2PoPtorn :

What? Tom didn't do anything.

IsTom :

Okay.. That's all for now. Tom is going to sleep.

2PoPtorn : ok sweet dream, ....

                I love you, Issara

Issara looked at the last sentence...sighed....

"Tom did something wrong again, didn't he, P'Pop?" Issara thought.... feeling like he was making the world go even deeper.

the next day

The remote control gate of the house slowly opened and Issara walked slowly to get into the car. The voice of someone calling from the front of the house

"Tom," a familiar voice called.

A tall young man, wearing a dark shirt and jeans that fit his slender thighs in style, leaned on a big bike in front of the house.

"Oh, Brother Tu, have you been waiting for a long time?"

"No, I just came here for fun." Phopthorn knew the time Issara would normally leave the house.

"Is it okay?" Phopthorn asked.

"Tom doesn't sleep well"...not sleeping well or not sleeping?

"I think so, do you want to go with me today?" Popetorn asked.

Issara went silent..

Popthorn gave a small smile, “It's okay, it's not that serious. I just passed by to see because I was worried. I'll just ride along with you." He said then turned around and went to get on Big Byte.

"P'Tu," Issara called.... "Tom....you can go with me." That's good. I'm too lazy to drive so I can't sleep on a big bike. But it's just one wound.

Popthorn smiled and nodded, "Pa." Popthorn picked up the second helmet he had prepared and handed it to Issara.

Issara pressed the remote control to lock the car. Close the gate and ride with Phopthorn.

I don't know if it was because Phopthorn was speeding up or because he was tired and drowsy.

Issara loosely hugged Phopthorn's waist. But leaning against a wide back, my heart drifting with the wind.

Phopthorn released Issara in front of his shop and parked his big bike in the side yard.

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The three men sitting in front of the counter turned together to pop Palitchoke and Prakarn.

Oat, who was serving coffee to Palitchoke, said, "Oh, Tom, are you here to win today?"

Palitchoke looked at the helmet Issara was holding and looked into Issara's eyes, saying nothing.

"Uh.....I didn't bring the car." Issara avoids the eyes of the person in the cap and slowly walks to put things under the counter.

"Hello Tom," Name greeted the second person. "Ah, hello," Issara responded.

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A tall chef followed in.

"Oh," Palitchot said softly. Then he turned to look at Issara. The little man could only stare and answer.

"Wow, let's come in a row," Oat greeted.

Pop turned to look at Oat.... I thought in my heart...they didn't come in a row. But we've stuck together.

"Ho, we're all together," Popthorn greeted.

"Hello, sir," Name greeted, "Would you mind chatting for a moment? I have some business and would like to consult with you."

Popthorn raised his eyebrows slightly, "With me?"

"Yes," Prakan smiled softly.

"Okay. Do you want to talk here or what?" Popetorn asked.

"Ah, in the kitchen, that's fine. In case you want to do something too." Prakan was half-considered.

Popthorn nodded, "Yes." He looked at Issara for a moment.

The two young men talking walked away into the kitchen.

Issara secretly looked at Palitchot out of the corner of his eye, but the cool man sat and stared intently the entire time.

The little man stubbornly walked up to the second floor.

Pop and Oat look at the young man in the cap.

"Uh huh," the bartender cleared his throat. Turn around and collect the glass.

Pop sits with his chin facing the other way....no...I won't be a tiger.

n

Don't say anything, it's your business.

The slithering Palitchoke slowly crawled down from the counter. speak with a tired tongue

"Oh wow, I'm still hangry. Please go lie down and rest for a moment."

Bang, bang, bang.

Issara turned to the door.

Produce a cool person walked in but didn't look at the people in the room and sat down on the sofa, "Whoa... it's so hot... Oat, is it slow to turn on the air conditioner? I'm all sweating....oh.....headache.....hangry."

Produce Chok and cry like a three-year-old child. Holding your head and complaining to your mother about buying it like usual.

Issara was so quiet that Palitchok actually fell asleep.

Until he felt that the sofa had collapsed because someone was sitting next to him.

I opened my eyes and saw a little person sitting and looking at him." Tom brought a cloth soaked in warm water. Even though I'm complaining about the heat But you shouldn't get it in cold water right away or you'll get sick."

Issara explained at length, gently taking a cloth soaked in warm water and wiping his face, neck, and chest. He had opened his shirt almost to his belly.

Palitchoke looks at Issara...is he still the same Tom? He grabbed the little man's wrist. Issara looked at Palitchoke's face.

This is the hand that once touched Issara to make me enchanted. The hand that hugged Issara.

Palitchoke slowly pulled the person sitting down to lie on his chest like he had often teased Issara.

"Tom misses P'Peck, is worried about P'Peck," Issara said while resting his cheek on Palitchoke's left chest.

"But Tom came with him." Because Name had told the incident before.

"Tom can't deny him"......"When he doesn't have P'Peck, Tom has him. He's always taken care of Tom."

Palitchoke listened to everything attentively and understood, closed his eyes and felt pain. He was also at fault for leaving the little man alone.

.....Tom's love requires care and time......

"Does Tom love him?" Palitchoke said. A soft, slender palm caressed Issara's hair. Tears began to fall, but the cool person was brave enough to ask and listen to the answer.

"Tom loves you, but Tom doesn't know what his feelings for P'Tu are... understanding, attachment, or pity." Issara answered everything with all his heart and without hiding it.

"Tom, I'm sorry....It was Tom's fault"... At this point, Palitchoke felt a drop of water fall on his chest.

Slender fingers supported Issara's head, cupped Issara's cheeks and spoke softly.

"I love Tom, but if Tom will find someone more worthy," Issara's hand covers his mouth, causing a lot of luck.

"Tom loves P'Peck." Issara and Palitchoke exchanged deep but dull glances.

"But now..."

...Don't ask too much.

Issara moved to kiss Palitchoke, her plump lips responding to the familiar touch.

Every time, P'Peck would be the one to start and Tom would always do as he wanted, never refusing.

Now, Issara wants to please Palitchoke.

"Tom will do it for you," Issara whispered, kissing the sleeping man's cheek, ear, and neck.

His tan breasts were smooth and his breathing became more rapid. Issara spread kisses all around. The heat of his lips and his breath trailed down to his stomach. Palechok closed his eyes, sighed, kissed his lips sexily.

Issara raised her head and turned to look at the door..."Phi locks it every time he's with Tom," Palitchoke said in a low voice.

Maybe because of selfishness Is it because of this distance that fuels the feelings of greater affection?

An abbreviated version of the love story in which Issara helps Palitchoke relieve hangovers and release the alcohol that was still lingering from last night.

The sky outside was starting to turn a dull color. From afar, it looked like rain was starting to come again.

Issara was harvesting and devouring every drop of emotion from the man named Palitchoke. There was only the soft breathing of the man biting his lip, trying not to let a sound escape.

Pop and Oat are secretly chatting about the two of them as usual at the counter.

Name is discussing business with P'Tu in the kitchen. At the table in the middle of the room, the older man sat intently listening to the bespectacled, honey-skinned person speak. There was a slight thoughtfulness on his face, but Prakan still smiled a little calmly as usual. Waiting to hear some answer from Phopthorn.

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