Once upon a memory

Fic

Norit

In-Premier Con mode -*-

Confused, dazed, but please read on.

**EDIT***

1. RATE

changed from

PG

is

G ><

2. For the sequel.... No -0- The writer doesn't know how to write happy ending fiction.

3. Is this a yaoi fic? 4. Changed from

SF

is

One Shot

Then

Fiction: Once upon a time.

Pair: NoRitz

Rate: G

Inspiration: Clip Premier Soft –

yearbook

Soundtrack:

I want to know.

the star ft.

Junior The Star

“It is difficult to finally wake up from a beautiful dream. We have to live in the real world...”

A white hand spins the key, playing absentmindedly. Some of them were wearing old pajamas that they had worn many years ago. While walking to pick up things from the room under the house that had hardly been opened since we moved here. The petite young man's appearance became younger when he wasn't stressed out by his workload. He almost left the doctor's traces back to being a young boy in his hazy memories.

Every item in the room under the stairs was covered in dust. Until the doctor said to himself that he had to clean it up a bit while searching here and there. A large plastic crate that took up most of the room was used as a base for various miscellaneous items. The old book that I had intended to pick up was placed next to me. Instead, he turned his attention to the large box that he could barely fit himself into.

This box holds things in the bedroom from the old house. Items that awaken memories of a mischievous young boy once upon a time when his life had a different path from where he stood in the distance.

The top item was a large photograph, securely framed. Portrait of a cute young boy It is of interest to people. It is the source of screams, laughter, and smiles of people around you. Live happily with the work you do. impress create entertainment People who are widely talked about A name that hardly anyone knows

He himself called that young man 'Rit the Star'.

He could hardly remember what his feelings were at that time. But whenever I think of those moments, they are always beautiful in my memory. It's just that he didn't think about it often. As time passed, his education, career, and social circle gradually molded him into a beautiful doll that completely followed the mold of being a "doctor."

Similar to when he was a complete "singer".

He rummaged through the memory box with a trembling heart. Thinking that he had almost forgotten these stories... Almost forgot to think about... Almost forgot the feeling... Almost forgot the hundreds of thousands of faces that helped push him to become famous... Almost forgot the cheerful voice of the "fans"... Almost forgot how to be in front of the camera so much...

Almost forgot how to smile happily...

Besides the many pictures, he was curious about their origins. There are also colorful music CDs, dolls, pillows, blankets and even underwear. It helped reinforce his regret for locking these memories in a box that was forgotten and ignored.

Of course, his fan club is more clear in his memory than any other picture. The green shirt, the flashing light sign, the souvenirs, the care, are clear in the memory and will never be forgotten.

Picture at the beginning Many stars are clustered together in The Star House. News about how popular they are is kept hidden.

Picture of the team behind the success

Pictures of friends who have achieved success together

Pictures of people living in the same house

Pictures of people in the same room

Picture of people sleeping in the same bed...

But those stories faded away in the final episode...

He is just a doctor who is admired only by his patients. The people who know him are the people he knows. People who care about him are left with only co-workers, parents, or close relatives. People who call his name are left with people who want to benefit from him. The only people who love him are left with him and his family...

On the bottom shelf of the large box were as many pictures of him with his “brother” as there were individual pictures of himself. The older brother who used to live in the same house sleep in the same room same bed People who once cared close to you...

He still remembered that on days when he was stressed, this older brother always had a strange way of comforting him. When he cries This brother's warm shoulder always helps to hide the tears.

“You little brat” is a word that my brother often says when comforting me until I cry. He always had a taunt to make his younger brother forget about sad things. Sometimes many people say that Rit is addicted to this older brother. If there's a little matter, call P'No. And because of his personality like a small child who is ready to get excited and frighten and run to his older brother at any time like this "P'No"

So it was voted that he was attached to another younger sibling.

There was nothing left in the large plastic box, but Dr. Rueangrit was still sitting in the same place. A face with grooves around the stress Anxiety from heavy work Now he looks relaxed, almost like a young doctor with a bright future. But it's too empty to be a cheerful Ritter.

“Rit...” A soft whisper sounded in his memory. The day he still sobbed in the embrace of his “older brother” and buried his face in his broad chest. The day he had to leave his status as a "singer" and regain his status as a medical student.

“Rit, listen to me,” his older brother consoled with polite words that Rit rarely heard. “Rit has to take good care of himself. Don't disappoint your parents. Don't disappoint the people who love you. Don't disappoint me. Hurry and finish your studies, I'll be waiting, I promise."

No one thought to demand that promise. No one cared about it anymore, neither Brother No nor himself, as if that promise had never come true before. He studied hard, and Brother No worked hard. For the first year, Brother Thiew flew back and forth several times a month. A year later, the phone never stopped. Then the news gradually began to disappear. until he graduated

No older brother came to congratulate him, and he was not bothered at all.

...P'Sanya... That word seemed to reverberate around in his mind just as much as the last word in that sentence.

"I love Rit very much...you know that, right?"

It's like pressing the unlock button and the memories flow continuously. Memories hidden in the depths that are not thought of, words, actions, touches, feelings, love.

"Rit is a superstar for me..."

“Rit is a person who sincerely has good wishes for me. I think I was lucky to get to know him.”

“Thank you Mr. Tia for being such a lovely younger sibling. Even though sometimes I'll get in the face. I hope Mr. Tia will be a good role model for Thai children and will bring happiness to the team. Cheer like this forever? Let's fight together."

“For me, he is the cutest singer in Thailand.”

“Rit likes to eat chicken. Be careful of getting gout. But even though he's a Macau, he still loves himself."

"Let Ritt buy some small boxers because Ritt doesn't have any."

Tears that he had not seen for a long time fell again. But this time there was no brother's warm chest to rest on. There are no comforting words... He didn't even know where the other person was right now... How is it...

The words and promises of P'No's fans, of P'No, of many other people flowed out of my memory...but they were just memories. When in the last episode Dr. Rueangrit was left with only himself and the doctor's way of life. There was no P'No, no screams. There were no names being called, no flashes, no spotlights. There are no fans...

Only he was left.

The old phone number stored in Rit's old phone was retrieved and used again. The last time he contacted this number was a few years ago. To inquire about suffering He dialed the phone number with his heart swelling like never before. It's like the old days have returned again.

His image in the mirror was a middle-aged and dignified doctor. in consciousness and memory when hearing familiar voices He went back to being the same perverted young man. It's P'No's story. The fan club's story

...(hello)...

"P'No... this is Rit."

The story of all of us Travel from the beginning to the end to begin a new story. And it's always been like this. We find things in order to let go of others, and of course we lose things in order to find other things. Therefore, the important thing is probably not any starting point.

or any ending point, but it is a memory of the past...

Some things are too beautiful to accept, but in the end, they end. We may grieve, but not for long. The whole thing turned out to be just a vivid memory. When you think of it, it brings smiles, laughter, or even tears. Or in the future it may just be a memory that has no effect on our lives at all.