I like men...what do they call me?

Are you gay? Homo or trans?

I like men...are they saying I'm sick?

Why do I need to see a psychiatrist?

I like men... do those people see me as a murderer?

That they hate me that much?

I like men...do those people think it's wrong?

Is there enough room for my love?

"We accept and be open about your existence."

Words are just a facade in society to make yourself look good.

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There isn't much to this story. It is work sent to the teacher.

As soon as the submission was completed, it was uploaded the next day.

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Master Battle

That day, about two years ago, was a sunny day. The sky is clear and blue. Decorated with clean white fluffy clouds, there was a gentle breeze blowing past, enough to make the branches sway and feel cool.

I sat at a wooden table at the back of the school with a group of friends. Some friends opened the cartoon and read it. Pick up your phone and play a game. Or split up and play ping pong at a nearby table to show off your skills.

Everyone is doing things that interest them together. Before stopping his attention, he turned his eyes to look at a person who was approaching with one eye at the same time.

The person approaching this way was a small boy. I've seen this kid before. He is a junior studying in Mathayom 3 named Mind. His height is approximately one hundred and sixty centimeters. Delightful appearance A little mouth, a little nose And clean, the skin is white, clear, and smooth. Everyone who looks at it has the same opinion that this child is cute.

but…

His younger brother's visit made me feel very bad. The surrounding atmosphere felt so cold that it gave me goosebumps. The sun began to set behind the horizon, turning the blue sky orange. The crows flying overhead returned to their nests and screeched.

It makes you feel lonely and lonely until it's frightening.

A small figure in a school uniform, short black pants that were just above the knee walked and stopped in front of Bank, the only friend in the group who was sitting and dialing the phone, not paying any attention to the new arrival.

“Uh, P'Bank…” The small figure pursed his lips tightly and his face slowly rose in color to welcome the evening sunlight. He opened his mouth and spoke slowly, his voice shaking.

“What?” The tall figure in the audience replied in an annoyed and harsh tone. It made the surrounding atmosphere even more uncomfortable.

“Mind has something he wants to talk to you about. Can you come talk to Mind for a bit?"

“What are you going to talk about?”

“Uh…”

“If you have something to say, right here.” Every sentence, every word that came out of Bank's mouth was still cool and smooth, like the surface of the calm sea, without any ripples washing onto the shore.

“Is this right here?”

“Um, I'm not going anywhere,” Bank replied before turning off the phone screen and putting it in his pocket and looking up at his junior with bored eyes.

In fact, Bank is a very bright and cheerful person. He is friendly and knows a lot of people at school. Such a cold and bland side is rarely seen.

And anything that is rarely seen is…dangerous.

I immediately felt that from the calm sea In a short time, it will turn into a raging storm.

“Uh…sigh.” Nong Mind knew that he probably had no choice but to talk about his own business here. in front of everyone The small figure took a deep breath to fill his lungs before letting out a big sigh. His brave and fearful expression now looked better. But I'm still not sure. “I like P'Bank. I've liked it since I was in second grade.

But I'm going to study at Mathayom 4 somewhere else, so I wanted to come and let you know how I feel about you.”

“Um…sigh.” Even though Mind had confessed his love in so many lengths, But Bank only responded briefly before letting out a big sigh and standing up to his full height.

His once calm face now had a tight frown. His eyes were filled with a gloomy mood and he looked still small…with disgust.

The look in Bank's eyes looking at the little figure right now made me shiver with fear.

I really want to quickly walk away and get away from here.

“I also have something to tell you.”

“Uh…yes,” Banks said quietly before putting his hands in his pockets and stepping closer to the small figure. But it doesn't make the heart flutter like the romantic scenes in teenage novels. But it was scary, like encountering a psychotic killer in a detective novel or horror story. Nong Mind looked clearly afraid with every step Bank took near her.

His younger brother would also take a step back. Until it crashed into a pillar and there was nowhere to turn back.

“Do you like me?” When Mind had no place to retreat. Bank then raised his right arm to rest his foot on the post and moved his face closer. “But what can I tell you?”

“I don't like you. I never liked you at all. And I will never like you at all. I really hate people like you!” Bank slowly spoke and his voice turned into a shout in the face until his small body arched its neck. “You were born a good person. I don't like nosy people. I want to be born as a worm or an earthworm. It's a bisexual animal. How disgusting! I'm going to puke!!”

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end of that sentence There was no sound at all in the atmosphere around us. Even though I wanted to swallow the sticky saliva, it was difficult and I felt pain all over my chest. It was as if Bank's words had stabbed into another person's heart.

But what is more worrying than myself is Nong Mind, who was yelled at by his friends and said insulting words. His younger brother's eyes were trembling now. Tears probably started to overflow and almost flowed out, but they still held them back completely.

Before the trembling lips even forced a smile to appear.

"That's it." I almost cried. But still smiling "Mind must be strange in P'Bank's eyes."

“Yes,” Banks stretched out a smile at the corner of his mouth before saying something unforgivable again. “You're a weirdo. And those weird things… deserve to die.”

“Yes, Mind will remember this...thank you,” Mind only replied. Before he slapped away the hand that Bank was holding on to the pole and hurriedly ran away. I swear I saw tears fall from that child's eyes as he ran away.

“Every one of you, remember this. You're an expert too. Don't let me know which dog is nosy towards the same gender. I'm going to put my fist on your face to heal you." Bank turned and pointed at all his friends while raising his fist for everyone to see. before pounding on the wooden table until it made a loud noise. Then he grabbed his bag and walked out.

tight!!

The surrounding atmosphere was still quiet and uncomfortable. I never thought that that friend who seemed so good-natured… could be this cruel.

No one said anything about it. There will only be people who ask to leave first because they can't stand the discomfort. Including me as well, I was one of the first people to hurry and put things in my bag. He slung it over his shoulder and quickly walked out of there.

But I wasn't headed straight home. But looking for that child, I found that some of my friends were sitting there lending shoulders and comforting the child who was crying because he had just been heartbroken and cruelly insulted.

It was that day that I made the decision that I would bury the feelings I had for someone deep in the bottom of my heart. No one will know about this secret of mine.

Even that person didn't either…

Because there's probably no place for my love.

pee……

Right now, I'm sitting in a square, backless chair in an art room, with only a dim light illuminating the messy, messy room full of colors. A pile of fallen painting equipment lay on the floor. Image of students' artwork stacked in an unorderly manner. Plaster statue decorated with mustache Fill your beard with the skill of a skilled student.

The atmosphere in the room was quiet and lonely. All you can hear is the sound of breathing in and out and the sound of the air conditioner peeing. Glancing out the window, the sky was dark and there were flashes of lightning and loud noises.

Every now and then, it's like a weather signal that rain will fall soon.

It didn't take long to think like that. The window surface that was once so clear that you could see outside was now shimmering with raindrops, from one to two to four, eight, and countless others. If I stayed under the covers in my bedroom alone in this weather, I would probably cry from the silence and loneliness. But luckily in front of me right now there was a piece of paper on the drawing table. And behind there was a handsome model sitting and smiling for company.

“It's raining now,” I said as my right hand moved to use an Isaan pencil to trace the shape of a young man.

Khunsuk, my friend from another class that I first met on the day of the Mathayom 4 orientation camp. This is the third year that we've known each other. The warlord studies in the King's room. As for me, I study in the Queen's room. The warlord was a Chinese son. I have two younger brothers studying in Mathayom 4 and Mathayom 2. He is very good at studying and has competed in Thai language academic competitions many times.

Participated in many Luk Krung singing competitions. This is just Thai. Not including many other subjects and activities. It can be said that he is skilled in every aspect.

In addition to studying well Featured activities The warlord's appearance is also charming. If you go to university, you'll probably get there within a month. Have a white face, a cool figure, tall and a good figure. Handsome in the fashionable mold of your female friends these days. Even worse, it must have been the warlord's charming smile. I don't know what person has such a beautiful smile.

Every time I think of the warlord's smile, my heart flutters.

I feel very happy to have known good friends like this...

oh! But there are two things in which I'm better than the warlords. I'm better at English and art than the warlords. Therefore, when working or taking exams in these two subjects, I will always be a tutor, teaching and giving advice to Khunsuk. Since fourth grade.

“Um, it rained yesterday,” the warlord replied before returning to his usual smile. “So how will you go home like this? It's far away, isn't it?”

“I don't know, not yet,” I replied and smiled. The eyes looked at the design before turning and shading it into a jigsaw pattern on the surface of the paper. "The picture isn't even finished yet. Why? Are you tired?"

“No, I'm not tired at all. I'm afraid you won't be able to come home."

“Until then we can think about it. Thank you for your concern.”

“Heh heh,” the tall, handsome figure in front of him laughed deep in his throat before smiling until his white teeth were visible.

"What are you laughing about? Sit down or your picture will be different." I narrowed my eyes and then reached out my hand to take a pencil and hit the other person's upper arm lightly. The warlord tried to hold back his laughter and raised his hand to apologize before returning to his seat. The same pose and the same smile.

I smiled and shook my head at his annoyance and playfulness. He couldn't help but laugh at his cute expression. before starting to draw Now the drawing is almost finished.

Ah...I've been drawing for hours now. When you feel hungry for a snack or thirsty, I have to put down my pencil, get up from the chair, take a snack and water and put it in my mouth. Because although I'm good at drawing, I'm not that skilled. If the angle of the design is changed, the hair will probably draw incorrectly and not look good. I feel very happy. That's why the warlord came as a model.

The warlord is a high school student who will die.

This is the first time I've ever looked at this close friend's face for a long time. I have to admit...every second I looked at it, my heart didn't beat fast. Luckily, I didn't turn on the lights in the art room as I intended to paint a picture of a lollipop battle in the dim room, so it helped to hide my red face so that the people in front of me couldn't see… I guess.

“If you take this picture and send it to the teacher. The master probably won't get the picture back easily, and it also has the master's red signature,” the warlord said.

“Huh? That's right, until we get the pictures back it will probably be after the exam. Or you may not get it back. I want to be an example for the younger generation to see something like this,” I answered and rushed to finish drawing the picture in front of me. “Why?”

“No, nothing.”

“Actually, we also want this picture back quickly. Up until now, we were still hesitating whether to send this picture to the teacher or not.”

“Why are you hesitating?”

“Why…” I glanced at the warlord for a moment. before turning his attention back to his own work While drawing, I thought about finding a good answer to give to the warlord. But in my heart I already have the answer.

Well, I don't want anyone to see the picture of the battle that I drew. My heart wants to keep it for just the two of us to watch...yes. I have same-sex attractions. And no one ever knew. Including the bank...

Since that day, two years have passed. If something like that happens, I won't be able to let anyone know that I'm not like them. Including the deep feelings in my heart that have happened to Khunsuk since Mathayom 4.

“Well, you're going to die. We don't often have the opportunity to draw pictures of her.” And because I didn't want anyone to know. With some things, you can only lie to hide them.

“Whenever you want to request a drawing, just tell me. We'll find time for her.”

Those kind smiles, words and gestures. I wanted to think to myself that the warlord also had feelings for me. But it must be normal for a warlord because no matter who he deals with, the warlords are all kind and friendly.

"We don't have the money to pay her."

“For our worth, we would like to be friends with you forever.”

After hearing the warlord's words, My heart thumped. The hand holding the pencil stopped. His eyes looked at him tremblingly.

Part of me was happy with those words. But another part of me felt doubt and pain after hearing those words.

What does the warlord want to convey?

Or does he already know how I feel about him? It's impossible, because everything I do and show to the warlord is the same as it was from the first time we met.

Or did he really want to convey what he said, that they would be friends forever? There will never be a change, no matter what happens?

I don't understand at all.

"We're already friends." I put down all the equipment in my hand. Then turned and talked seriously with the warlord. “Why do you ask for that? Is anything up?

“And you, why are you so worried that we're asking you like this?” the person in front of him asked back. With that he got up from the stool and walked over to squat down in front of me, his big hand reaching out to hold my hand.

So warm that my hands are sweating. And forget that right now it's raining heavily outside. Plus, his heart was beating so fast that it turned red all over his face.

The warlord ran his thumb across the back of my hand before slowly raising his head to look into my eyes and drawing a small smile.

It was a gentle act that a warlord had never done to me. It felt good, but secretly I felt dizzy in my heart and stomach until my hair rose.

Instead of feeling calmer, I became even more excited than before.

Warlords are…not very good.

“What…why do you have to worry? Can't you be friends with us forever?”

"Battle...no, don't talk to us."

“Why…?” The person in front of him continued to say the forbidden things and had a nervous smile on his lips. It annoys me so much that I frown and narrow my eyes at him. So embarrassed that my ears were red. Avert your eyes and go the other way. “My ears are red…”

“What is wrong with you? You can tease us…” I'm not used to it. Or is this a side of the warlord I've never known before?

“We are already like this. No one has ever seen this side of us except you first.” He moved his face closer. whispered in the ear Move your hand to touch my ear. Press and roll until an even more strange sensation emerges.

“Not a good habit at all. Such a cowardly thing.”

“So do you like it or not? Foolish people like us…”

“…” The person in front of me stared into my eyes again. Speak clearly in a serious tone. I shakily looked back into the warlord's eyes. Now it feels like there's a lump in my throat. I can't say anything. Just swallowing the water is difficult.

Our faces moved slowly towards each other. ...until the lips almost...

"warlord…"

suddenly

I don't know when my hand was pressed against the other person's chest. Gripping the shirt so tightly that it was wrinkled, he called out the other person's name. Before both of us could stop our unconscious actions, that's all.

“Sorry…keep drawing, Sian. It won't be finished yet."

“Ah, that's it.”

The warlord and I both stood up and returned to our original seats. My hand grabbed the pencil and I began to draw again.

No more words were spoken between me and him. But my cheeks were still flushed, hidden in the dark.

When the last line is woven on the paper I put the pencil on the table. Pull back your chair and stand up, stretching your arms until they make a loud clang. His eyes glanced at the other party and he stood up and stretched as well.

It's not that I felt bad about being almost touched like that by my secret crush. I felt really good knowing that the warlord thought of me more than just a friend. And now I know the reason why the warlord asked me such a thing.

The warlords themselves would be afraid as well. We are all different people in the slightest. The warlord to whom I gave the word 'perfect' still had the same fears that I had. Afraid that another person is not like who we are.

The sentence that Bank said to Nong Mind when he was in Mathayom 4 was that people like Mind People like us are weird. If Bank knew that the warlord who is so perfect in everyone's eyes is also a group of people who like the same gender and like me.

Will the bank still say that the warlord is a weirdo?

My heart is still beating fast. But stronger than every time before. Inside it was overflowing with happiness. Such a wonderful feeling, warmth, and gentleness that makes me want to smile from ear to ear. But you have to be patient. Hide all those feelings deep inside Because I still have to be modest...

Be modest and always remember in your heart that in this world there are not just me and him, the only two people. There are other people in this world, other people who are like the bank.

People who don't understand and hate people like us even though they've never done anything wrong. We just have different tastes than other people. We just feel like we like someone. We are just a small percentage of people in society. So we were judged wrong and strange.

Part of me wants to move forward with this relationship with more clarity. But on the other hand, I really still don't have enough courage to step out of the shadows and into the visible light.

I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to stand the looks and gossip of the people around me. I'm afraid that I won't be able to accept the changes in my surroundings that will occur. Especially with friends who are close to you...

Now we each keep our own things. No one said anything as we walked under the building together. Right now, everywhere in the school, no matter where you look, there are no signs of people. Behind the curtain of rain, no one can be seen.

“Uh…Warlord,” I slowly opened my mouth to interrupt the sound of the rain hitting the ground. Even though the tall person didn't answer, I could still see that the other person was glancing at me.

Both of us probably don't know how to act after what happened between us... When I decided to speak up, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

I slowly and boldly reached out to hold his warm hand, which made him look at me in confusion.

“Just because we can't reject you doesn't mean...we don't have feelings for you that way,” I said, and smiled...sadly. “I feel the same way about you. It's been a long time since I felt like this.”

“But we're afraid...we're not ready yet.”

“I'm sorry I'm a coward. Our cowardice made her feel bad as well.”

“Ah…no, don't think too much about it.” The large hand I held moved up and rested on my head, stroking it slowly and comfortingly, before turning around and pulling me into a hug. "Hearing this...we are very happy. Glad that you feel the same way as us."

“You, we can't breathe.”

“Sorry, but we won't let you go anywhere. Do you know how patient we are in not touching you any more than our friends do?” The older man relaxed his embrace, not making it too tight. But still hugged me until my chest was pressed like that.

The smell of dirt and rain that had touched my nose in the first place Right now, I could only perceive the warlord's unique body odor. The smell of fabric softener on the short-sleeved collared shirt the other person was wearing. with the warmth of an embrace

If I'm in the bedroom I want him to hold me like this forever. Hug like this until you fall asleep without realizing it, just like in the novel.

“Sian…it smells good.” The older man's lips landed on my hair and hugged me closer than before.

“You smell good too.” I don't want to leave this hug at all.

“Do you want to sleep in our room today? The rain probably won't stop falling easily.”

“Do you want to go to your room?” I asked, looking up awkwardly at the person above. His heart beat irregularly for a moment. His face suddenly became hot.

“Why are you so shocked? She has also slept with us many times.” The warlord smiled and looked at me with sparkling eyes. and is full of hypocrisy: "Nah, heh heh."

Is this the true face of the innocent prince? In fact, he is a very cunning and evil demon. Hoping to pounce on the prey after playing with it until it's satisfied...but unfortunately, this prey was willing to pounce.

Even though today it's raining and feeling cold and lonely. But the Warlord's warmth was so much greater that he felt hot throughout his body. That warmth embraced my body all night. Takes me into a sweet dream like I've never experienced or tasted before.

But everyone knows...that good dreams are very short, just one moment. While the nightmare lasted like a year…

The nightmare that is coming tomorrow I can only hope that we will wake up from that dream soon…

gossip gossip

As I held on to the hem of my shirt, I looked down and walked behind the tall person through the school gate. The eyes of the people around us turned to look at us with interest and whispered to each other. When I looked up and looked at the people around me. They avoided my sight. Act like nothing happened.

The thing I feared has already happened…

Puk!

“Ah!” I was thinking about my surroundings. Unbeknownst to him, the tall man stopped his steps and crashed into his broad back. “Why did you stop and didn't tell me?”

Just a moment.

“Come walk beside us.” The warlord grabbed my hands, laced them together, and pulled me up to stand next to him, then started walking again. The big man's actions shocked me quite a bit. But the people who were more surprised than me were probably the people around me. From just whispering to each other, talking more loudly.

Some picked up their phones and took pictures of us. Some of them cried loudly as the warlord held my hand.

While the warlord has the courage to show everyone who he is. What you do I felt so afraid of other people's eyes that I didn't dare to do anything. When those big hands connected with mine like this, I felt at ease and at ease. I feel like it must be okay.

But I don't know what will happen after this when he's not around...

“You don't have to listen to the noise. You don't have to worry about other people's eyes.” The warlord tightened his grip on his hand and spoke. “Listen to what we say. Just being interested in our eyes is enough. Otherwise, we will assume that she is unfaithful to us.”

“Uh… I understand.”

“If you cheat on me. We will make her realize what happened last night has made us who we are now.”

“That's a lot to say. We understand.” His sentence had such an effect on me that it felt like my face was exploding. There is cough coming from the ears from the nose. and bright red like a gourd

That warlord. It can be this bad.

Today I didn't sit with my friends at the table in the garden behind the school like usual. I walked up the elevator to the classroom together with the warlord, all the time after we shook hands. There was never a time when the warlord would let go, even though he was now soaked in sweat.

But my face turned pale when I walked in front of the elevator...

On the noticeboard there was a picture of us hugging yesterday. It was taken from a corner of the cafeteria. There were letters written on it that said 'Earthworms breed'.

“It's okay...we didn't do anything wrong,” the warlord said, tightening his grip even more than before and turning to smile.

"thank you"

When it was time for school, we had to move into our own classrooms. Even though they were next to each other, I couldn't help but feel lonely and lonely. Not just because I miss him, but because...many people around me have changed their treatment of me. Especially friends in the group

Even though we are sitting at the same table as usual. But I felt like my table was far away from the tables of the rest of the group even though the edges of our tables were close together.

None of my friends in the group talk to me…when I try to join them in conversation. It was clearly being ignored.

No, I'm a master. You're thinking too much. There's nothing happening.

I thought that in hopes of comforting myself…

Lunch time The previous class, I fell asleep due to exhaustion from the 'first time' that happened last night. Luckily, this teacher was kind enough to do no matter what. You probably understand that I do a lot of different activities and I'm exhausted. But I had to feel dizzy again when I woke up and my friends in the group were gone…

Luckily, when I walked out of the room, the warlord had not finished studying yet. So I sat and waited on the balcony in front of the room. The warlord sat at the table in the front of the room next to the door. When I walked out and waited on the balcony, he immediately noticed me and waved at me with a small smile.

Today I went to eat with the warlords and friends. They welcomed me with open arms and were warm. But of course, this school isn't so big that we can't find each other. The cafeteria is small. I just walked in to buy food and found my missing friend.

They talked and laughed without me in there. When I noticed, I tried to avoid my eyes or nod my head. Make eye contact with the people in the group to turn to look and return to talking as usual.

The warlord who was following saw me and put his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer and comforting him by saying, 'It's okay, it'll get better soon.'

I nodded and smiled reluctantly, but trusted the words of the person next to me.

Over the next three days, I became closer to the Warlord's friends than ever before. He went from sitting at the table in the garden behind the school in the morning to becoming a regular table in the warlords' cafeteria instead.

From the table where we had always sat next to each other since fourth grade, I moved to sit at a table in the front row next to the door, just like the warlord sat, waiting to wave and smile as he walked to the bathroom or somewhere.

From feeling strange when the faces of fellow dining tables changed, it has now become more natural than three days ago.

But every time I walk by My ears are still listening. The eyes are still looking. It's still good to expect them to greet me a little. But what I heard was gossip that I never thought I'd ever hear from the mouth of someone who was a friend. What I saw was a look of disgust or disgust towards each other in a way that I didn't expect people who were friends to see like that from Bank.

My heart skipped a beat and sank every time I heard those words. See those pictures.

The word friend throughout the past two years of all of us... Buried into a hole because of a ringleader who hates people like us like Bank alone...

Seven days have passed Today, nothing has changed other than the closeness between me and the warlord's friends that have become closer and closer. My friends would always tell me stories about the warlord when we were with them, how often they raved about me. which It was a side of the big man that he never thought he would have.

But if the new thing is considered a change... then there will really be change.

Returning to class after eating lunch, I found my desk toppled over. The books in the cabinet under the table were scattered. The overturned chair was far away. My desk was scribbled with markers and covered in vulgar words. There are only words that express hate and disgust.

On the board in front of the room was written in large letters, 'Excellent male expert, selling ass, digging gold' and many other words.

While studying, my homeroom teacher called me to meet him after class in the guidance room.

I sent a message to let the warlord know. And the warlord said to wait for him to finish class and then we went to see the teacher together while he waited outside.

They asked me various stories about what happened. I was embarrassed to tell them what they already knew. And of course they don't understand. He also said that if anything, I should try seeing a psychiatrist. He was able to advise me on how to treat it.

Is it funny that I have to consult a psychiatrist about my identity?

Really, who I am…should I be someone else? Will the people around you be satisfied? Plus they said I was mentally ill.

When finished talking I would like to sit and rest in the warlord's room. I felt too tired and exhausted to think. But in my head I keep repeating the same thing, namely this.

Luckily, on this bed, he was hugging me from behind. When I turned around, my face sank into that strong chest again. Trying to find a place to hide like a small child, looking for warmth.

Luckily I'm not alone.

One month has passed…

There was hardly any space left on my desk to write, but the old marks on it showed signs of being erased. I don't know who did it. But it made me feel good.

A warlord passed by and saw what was happening in my room. So I walked in and picked up a chalkboard eraser. Delete everything written on it yourself. before turning to look at the group of children in the back of the room that was made of hot gold. But he didn't say anything. Before walking over, he rubbed his head and smiled.

As if to say it's okay. He's still here.

At first, I thought that throughout the past month, everything had gotten better. But no…everything seems to be getting worse because of the only person who hates me, like Bank.

Even if it's just one person, he hates me so much that it influences others around him to act and feel the same way.

The more time passes As the days went by, those people became more and more involved with me. Always shouting and taunting me when I'm in the room. Always trying to make me look like a clown in the eyes of others. All the time we met

So uncomfortable that it's annoying...

Today the homeroom teacher called me to meet again. However, I didn't ask to meet him after school, but after eating.

“You…don't think too much.” The warlord took my hand in his and ran his thumb over the back of my hand. Draw a smile and send it as encouragement. “You can think about it after you meet the teacher. But right now we still don't know what the teacher will talk about. So don't think too much about it first.”

“Yes, don't think too much. You're not alone, Sian. You still have me and your husband.”

“That's right. Having a husband who is the number one man in school, what are you afraid of?!” His friends in the group came to support him, some hugging his neck, others rubbing their heads until his hair was messy.

"Very quiet...but thank you all very much."

“We'll walk with you.”

After finishing eating I excused myself and walked out first to meet the teacher in the teacher's room, with the warlord holding hands and walking along as a friend.

“Thank you, Na Suek, for always being with Sian,” I said, thanking the other party for what they had received all along before becoming lovers or after. Warlords are always warlords. The person holding my hand and walking with me

"Yes, all fighting fans. If you don't want to stay with your girlfriend, who else will you want to stay with?"

“If you go live with someone else. We will come and strangle her.”

“There will never be that day.”

All the way as we walked hand in hand towards our destination, we smiled and laughed at each other. I, a person who likes to think too much, has this person as my painkiller. Relieve headaches and disappear completely.

The stories that he had been worried about disappeared from his mind, replaced by his voice, smile, and face.

But as they say, happy times are short. It didn't last long when a headache occurred.

“Sigh, why do people like to dig gold so much?” said a familiar deep voice, along with the tall figure of Bank, who had once always walked side by side together everywhere. Walking and speaking next to his ear with his group of friends following behind him. “You know that the economy is bad.

But I never thought that people these days would be so hungry that they would turn to gold mining like this.”

Those sentences were said out of the blue, but when you heard them you knew what the bank's intention was when he walked in and said this.

The warlord's hand tightened as he smiled. Open your mouth and tell me Don't worry.

“Hey Sian, are you selling snacks at home these days? Is pumpkin puree delicious?” I rolled my eyes and pursed my lips tightly. One hand clenched into a fist until it started to hurt. Tell yourself in your heart to be patient.

The warlord must have seen that Bank had crossed the line by messing with me too much, so he switched places with me and faced the other side instead. Even though he was smiling at the other person, he could see that the warlord was now in a bad mood.

“Oh, I just came in to talk to you, are you being jealous? Like a friend,” Bank said teasingly and a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You can talk to me instead. Talking to me is like talking to my girlfriend.”

“Oh, that's it...so how is it? How many millions of gold did you dig? Is it fun to blow up that master's bucket of shit? It's bad."

“Oh...it's really good. The sound when my girlfriend gets poked by a drill is so sweet. It's worth it that I've been eyeing for a long time. But I've never seen gold before. If you ask this, does that mean you've ever dug up and found it? Who are you going to dig with?” The tall figure replied even more charmingly with a deliberately nervous smile. Until the person who intended to disturb life in the first place, like Bank, could not continue.

“You bastard!! Digging with your father--” and turned around, intending to pull the collar of his shirt. He cocked his fist and prepared to land a punch on the warlord's white cheek. But before he could do that, Bank was punched by the warlord with such force that his face turned and he fell to the ground. Followed by screams from the shock of the people around them who witnessed the incident.

pop!

This was the first time I had seen the anger in the warlord's eyes. That person who was calm as ice was now as hot as fire.

“Fuck Bank!” When Bank's friends who were following him saw this, they quickly ran in to support their friends and prevent the warlord from walking in and doing anything. while he was shaking his hands to relieve fatigue

“If your mouth can't say anything nice, I suggest you go see a doctor and ask him to sew your mouth. I hope you'll stop messing with my girlfriend."

“If I'm going to be nosy, why are you doing it? The warlord, the number one student at the school that everyone is proud of. Actually, you and him are just worms, just earthworms. A low-class creature that doesn't know its mother but its own gender!!”

"Bank, you're quiet, that's enough." A friend held him back and stopped Bank when he saw that the other person was getting up and ready to jump in and take revenge on the warlord like a rabid dog. "That's enough, you bastard is enough."

“Why? Is there any reason why I have to be enough? That bastard who hides behind his husband wears a horn that says they've been friends for a year. Actually, he's a transvestite who hides among us! Or are you the same as these weirdos?”

“Damn bank. You're talking too much,” another friend started to say.

“Born as a man, you have to be with a woman. What is this? I was born as a nosy man and like men that are different from other people's. It's a waste of birth. It would have been better if a dog had been born."

“Is it so wrong…”

“Huh?”

“Is it so wrong…” A trembling voice sounded. The owner of that voice was none other than the person I was protecting and hiding behind.

A trembling expert stepped forward. Glossy eyes overflowing with tears that were ready to flow down your cheeks at any moment.

"Is it really wrong for me to like someone, Bank? I'm really asking, did I kill anyone?"

“Did someone set up a rule or a definition that said that if I was born as a man, I must not like other men? I really ask that if I was born as a woman who liked women, would you behave like this and harass him? Do you?”

“You think I'm the wrong gender. They accused me of being a transvestite, gay, and the teachers said I was suffering from a mental illness…I really want to know if you and the teachers have ever asked me what's wrong with me."

“I'm just me. I'm not transvestite, gay, transvestite or anything more than that. I'm just a normal guy like you guys. But I just don't like women. My taste is like men...why? Can't I just want to be protected by someone?”

“Accusing me to be a worm, an earthworm, a low-level animal. And what is wrong with people who view people as unequal like you? If you ask me, I still can't give you an answer because you're lower than a hell creature if I'm being honest.”

“I never thought I would have to say something like this to you.”

“Why do I have to be looked at by people around me like I'm a weirdo? Always gossiping and criticizing about people I like. Some are appropriate, some are inappropriate. Do you have any regrets?”

“How can you say, 'It's a pity if he were a man'?”

“My boyfriend is a man. And I'm a man. Seriously, we don't like men. We just like each other…that's all.”

“Why does it have to be me who keeps being called up by the teacher to talk about something I don't know, even though I'm the one being treated by the bank? Why do I have to live an uncomfortable life? Why do I have to be patient? Why do I have to sit and live my life in a box that other people have made me live in, even though it's just...me and a fight? We love each other. It's not a place for my love, right? Huh...huh? ”

"That's enough. You don't have to talk anymore." I pulled the little man into a hug and hugged him to my chest. Tears that had been building up for a long time were allowed to flow down my cheeks and soak my shirt.

“Sian...I'm sorry. But I don't know what to do. You are my friend. The bank is my friend…”

“I'm also...troubled. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't stop it. I'm sorry.”

Sian's group of friends all walked up to hug and apologize to the small figure in my arms. The surrounding people who had previously picked up their phones to record a video of the incident now pursed their lips. Looking down, feeling guilty. As for...

The banknote was still sitting on the ground. Sitting alone behind us like the teachers who were expected to stop a quarrel, they happened to overhear everything the master said.

Today's events probably made the master no longer have to be patient and uncomfortable. If there was still someone to harass us and hinder the happiness of a Saint, that person would probably be too brazen.

The next day, everything the master had once had returned, a group of friends, brightness, happiness, and normal life.

Including the master's smile returning to be seen more often than before.

Today, Bank still comes to class as usual. But I had to sit alone and study at a desk in the back of the room. No one talks to the bank like the expert has ever encountered before. Having to live under the eyes of many people around me who give strange feelings.

The school's counselor and guidance counselor suddenly moved to teach elsewhere. It was seen that this was due to being questioned about neglecting to check and punishing things that the bank had done and performing its duties with the wrong students. Therefore, you must take responsibility for your own actions and the various impacts that occur.

The next day, Bank was called by an administrative teacher to talk with the parents. After that day, no one saw Bank at school again. It might be because of clips from that day on social media. There are a lot of negative things people say about banks and schools. This caused Bank to be fired or asked to resign for bringing the school into disrepute.

And what the bank does is something that parents should know. Bank's parents would be too embarrassed to let their own children continue their studies here.

Within a short time, many changes had taken place… but one thing that might remain the same was that outside the school gates, there were still people who viewed people as unequal based on gender.

As Sian said, Sian and I are not gay, transvestite, kathoey, or anything that many people create words to call us. We are all ordinary men like everyone else. We just have different tastes in love than others.

What if one day those of us who are called homosexuals become the majority in society and those who like the opposite sex become the minority? Will we still be considered weird? Or are people who like the opposite sex weird?

Maybe because we are a minority, most people think that we are strange. But even so, no matter who it is with Or what gender he is is not a reason for treating him unequally with other people because if gender and orientation are taken away. In the end, we are all the same people.

“Don't be naughty, let him sleep...his whole body is bruised,” I told the person who was hugging me from behind in a skin-to-skin state. His hands wandered all over my body, even though he had probably 'eaten' enough last night.

“He still wants to stay. Please indulge yourself a little.”

"no!"

“You are cruel, but before being kind to him, he will die. Why did you change?”

“That's you, you're too licentious! Where has that gentlemanly warlord gone?”

“Huh, a gentleman like Mr. Gray in Fifty Shades.”

“This is scary.” I sat up and leaned against the head of the bed and pursed my lips at the person who had released me from my restraints. before realizing that there was something important that needed to be told

"How is it going"

“Thank you...for being our love. We are glad our love…is here,” I said with a wide smile on my face. Drag your finger up and point there. Where my love lives

Pointing at the lump in the warlord's left chest that was throbbing hard.

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