Important things ♥

The fic is crunchy. Without understanding clarity

It's very delayed but I want to upload it. Why?

Call it Dewon. But after reading this, you may have to scroll back to see if this is On Boon or On or not (Ao).

Feel free to criticize. It's like I want to write a fic about this couple but I'm afraid no one will read it. Hey, please give it to me.

After reading, don't forget to vote and follow Dew's work as well <3

This fic is just the imagination of the author. Decorated with personal feelings It is not intended to discredit the artist in any way.

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Important things ♥

The green guitar case in front of him was overlaid with images of the past that never stopped coming. The sound of the guitar playing in my mind Warm touch..

“P'Aon!!!”

“Ha ha!” A loud shout in his ear couldn't help but snap out of his trance.

"I really wasn't listening. Wow, I let Dee talk alone for so long." Her cheeks puffed out like a child who was upset. Makes you have to reach out and fondly rub your uniquely fluffy head.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something."

"I miss P'Boon." It's a normal word, but you know when you smile like that. “Teasing you again. I told you we're friends."

"Ah! He hasn't even said anything yet. He's getting hot." He said, turning to the allies behind him. Bambi nodded in agreement and gave him another wink. If there was another Chereen, we would definitely have a long-term banter. Ladies, things like this go together perfectly.

"That's enough. Act like we don't miss P'Boon."

"I miss you, but I miss Brother Dew more.." Oh, the part is sad, but it's sad, I didn't consult with you at all. People can't keep up with their mood changes.

“Come on, it can't be helped,” he said, giving a forced smile to comfort his younger sibling. I can't deny that I myself am still not ready for the person who sleeps in the same bed every day to disappear. Plus, take the big one out with a fierce face but a cheerful smile that you can wear all day long.

It's good that my friend Tum is still here. Otherwise, you'll probably have to deal with the railing or the light bulb.

“Oh, I almost forgot. I'll ask, what should I give you, Deewee? P'Aon invites you to talk about everything. Wow."

"Oh, we're just blaming each other." Please hit your bald head and let him know who this is. Please tell me about good things with children. Haha.

“Oh, that face is cute and has a violent personality. Stop teasing your younger sibling! Answer first.”

"Um.. Dew? I don't know."

“So, we agree on something similar. It's not helping at all.” That's it. When he couldn't answer as he wanted, he made a messy face again. “And what do you want me to give you?”

“Pik Mung,” he answered quickly without even thinking. Or maybe..I thought about it for a long time.

“Pik! That's right. Why didn't I tell you in the first place? Oops, you can go.”

“Speaking like we have a pick?”

"Oh, that's it. I don't have it. I forgot to think about it. Please give me Andipchai." He imitated Baby Mild's voice. The sound of eighteen tubes made the whole car laugh. Where's the joke?

"It's a confusing matter. It's expensive."

“I'm upset with Nong Chi.”

It wasn't time to reconcile yet and arrived home first. Everyone suddenly stopped and hurried out of the car to find the two people who had already packed their bags.

I rushed past everyone to the room. I don't want to stay and listen to them say goodbye no matter how much. I'm afraid of shaving. Crying to the media makes you not handsome, haha.

The green leather bag was opened. The blue pick was deftly removed from its usual spot.

“Two.” I chose the same items and walked downstairs. Give one to Dew first. I didn't mean to. Perfect, still not available to accept.

“Thank you.” His teeth turned white. I didn't smile back. Who would smile to get something like this? You must be a genuine person.

“Ah,” I turned and handed another pick to the other person, “Thank you, even though I'm not good at playing..I don't even know how.” Then laughter like a joke caused my dimples to come out and show off uncontrollably.

“Don't read it yet. Ah! Don't open it yet,” came the angry voice in the house again. That polar bear teased you until the last second. Damn it, I probably won't have a partner anymore, little one. The house would be quiet.

The atmosphere in a house with six people is easy to make you smile. But soon there would be only four people left. Must be lonely to watch..

“How do you feel about not continuing?”

“It's more of a pity. I want to play guitar at my own concerts.”

Must have some day..

The owner of the answer thought as he moved his hand to tighten the triangle-shaped object in his trouser pocket. It was as if he was afraid that something important would slip away.

END