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Twogether

Best & Sol

Chapter #1

Hashtag : #BStwogether

29 Apr

[ HBD

Bass, Love Bass, let's play music together for a long time.]

As soon as you press to post that message on the birthday person's Facebook timeline. The black iPhone in his hand was placed face down on the bed.

He sat hugging his knees. I just stared at it, my head reliving the message I had just sent a moment ago.

No, it's not strange, we're friends.

How strange is it to say I love you to a friend?

After all, in our lives we have to accidentally like each other's friends once or twice...

It's just that the friend he likes is also a guy. That's all.

"Fuck ... fuck ....."

Pressing to delete the post would seem even more suspicious.

So why delete it? You don't have to. You're just telling him you love him. How strange is that? It's your birthday. It's your friend. You're thinking too much. Soul, you're just typing something funny like you like to annoy other people. Don't think too much. No one knows what you're thinking when you type this except you. Stop thinking, stop.

Stop it! You can't do it!

He tried to console himself, but because of the panic, he ended up raising his hand to his head. I continued to curse my own thoughtlessness in my heart.

Naka, Naka Pong. Oh, what the fuck did I just type? Can you hit your own hand? Oh my gosh, just liking you, is that making my life so messy? And I don't know how I like it. I don't know since when. That brown bear bastard... Just being in the same room, sitting close to each other, your face doesn't look handsome. Not cute either.

Looks sleepy all the time like a bear. And he's a little taller. It's so cool when they play drums. They're in different bands. They're actually friends, but they're not very close. They are even competitors. But how did you end up eating at the same table every day?

How did it come down to me liking you, Bass...

A young boy rose from his bed. Directly towards the bathroom Open the faucet and wash your face until your shirt is completely wet. Satisfied, he raised his head to look at the situation that looked like he had just walked through the crowd of people around Khao San on Songkran Day and just laughed in his throat.

Love really can drive people crazy.

After wiping his face and hair dry as usual, he let out a long sigh, picked up his iPhone, looked at the number of notifications that were inversely proportional to the battery percentage, and looked for the charging cable.

Picking up messages like this is not a habit at all. But today, please, one day, friends, brothers and sisters, I hope that I won't scold you behind my back for being arrogant... After thinking, I plugged in the charger and put my iPhone away before picking up an acoustic guitar and strumming it while humming a tune, releasing heavy emotions.

Keep playing until you don't know what to play. Until he was more relieved than before, he picked up his smartphone and turned it on to answer all the chats, and then finally went into the popular application, Facebook.

Bas --- liked your post on his timeline.

Bas --- commented on your post.

I almost dropped my iPhone when I scrolled down to see it. I debated for a few seconds and then clicked to take a look. And what he saw made the corners of his mouth twitch.

[Keck, thank you very much, Sol.]

If you answer like this, do you think it's easy to say I love you?

Even if you complain like that...

But his mouth was already smiling so wide that it reached his ears.

You don't have to think long to know that it's polite to say thank you.

I really didn't think anything of it. Oh, is it stress-free? I told you and I didn't believe it.

While arguing with myself The ringtone sounded. When I saw who was calling The finger immediately moved to accept.

"Received quickly."

"Complain," he replied immediately in a bored voice. "I'm lonely at any party. Please invite me."

"Staying at home, not raising anything special, not lonely, and besides, I didn't call to talk about my birthday. I'm going to talk about what you posted on your wall."

That sentence from the other end of the phone almost made him stop breathing. before bursting into laughter when he heard the next sentence.

"I love you too. Kiss me, hot daddy. Everywhere you walk, the girl screams."

"You'll take five baht if you say it well," Sol chuckled. Afraid that he'd accidentally put too much emotion into his voice so that the other person would be able to see how much his teasing words made him smile widely.

“Let's get to the point, now I'm serious. Open your mind. It may sound confusing, but I want you to listen."

A deep breath was heard, and the next moment a deep voice began to speak clearly.

"You're a musician. You really love music, I know. Because I do too. That's why I find you interesting." There was only a moment's pause. “At first I thought you were so handsome it was annoying. But when I saw you with the guitar, I felt like....."

"Why do I..." In my heart, I wanted to annoy you. But he couldn't say anything. Something tells me it shouldn't be played right now.

"Never mind, I think I'm starting to digress."

"Oh, Isis, I told you before. Say it completely." After yelling, Bass was quiet. There was silence for so long that my heart dropped to the floor. "Don't be quiet at me." He still didn't answer. He saw that and gave up. Any more than this and it would look stupid. “Okay, Bass, okay... I don't want to know. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to tell me yet."

"You're bored, do you know that?" Bess changed the subject. And that question made the listener pause for a moment before he was relieved when he heard a hint of disappointment in the other party's voice. "I know, and I also know that you definitely don't have any gifts for me."

"...So you called to demand a gift?"

"Maybe" The bass weakened like I'd never heard before. And that made his heart tremble, "Um, yes, I'm asking for a gift from you."

"I want--- / The sentence you told me In fact, it should have been me telling you,” interjected seriously. And so he didn't say anything.

Whatever you say, hurry up and say it, you bastard. It's even more exciting than when the band audition results were announced. And why are your hands shaking? Stop, stop shaking. Your heart too, no, this one mustn't stop beating. But can I please dance a little more gently? Where has the blood pressure gone? Bass, because of you, if I have a heart attack...

"Bess....." he called out without realizing it. Then a sigh was heard.

"Stay and play music together for a long time... Stay and play music with me for a long time, Soul."

The bass has been put up for a long time.

But in Sol's hand, he still held the phone tightly. His cheeks were as hot as the things in his hands.

He couldn't remember what he replied to. I don't remember what we talked about. All that remains in my memory is the sound. sultryness in the voice It's such a pleading that just listening to it makes you feel how you'll be viewed if you stand in front of it.

Too much, too often

The bass made him like it even more. More and more, too often

Before he could calm himself down, a message was sent from the person he was thinking of.

Short messages that make your head empty.

[You might hate me]

Thinking about what to reply to. Type and then delete. and before getting a satisfactory sentence The interlocutor sent another message before.

[I said it myself, open your heart. But I still have secrets from you. But after today, there probably won't be any more.]

Secret, what secret? What are you talking about, Bass?

[That I didn't tell you. No, I'm not ready to tell. But because I don't know if you're ready to listen or not.]

It turned out that he had given up on the idea of ​​typing anything back, afraid that he would change his mind and not tell each other again. Sol looked at the screen, reading the message with a confused feeling. It's impossible to catch the beginning and end of anything. But still trying to be calm and patient.

[When you smile, your smile lets me know why other people like you. But when playing music... you're most charming when you're doing what you love. That's what I feel. When I saw you with the guitar]

It's a sentence that warms my heart.

Many people like to say that he is cute, that he looks good, that he likes him, but there is no one who can give reasons like this.

Bass ... You've made me fall in love all over again. Even if you don't know it.

[When you play the guitar It makes me understand why people fall in love with you.]

That's the last message. Before the bass disappeared for more than ten minutes.

It's probably all gone... It's probably over.

I tried to tell myself that, but I still sat and looked with hope that there would be one more message that would be good. It wasn't over yet. His feelings told him so. After thinking about it, I finally decided to type a reply when I saw that it had been almost twenty minutes since the other party disappeared.

- It's not finished yet, is it?

[ You ... ]

Bess immediately replied with a short word. Seeing that, he hurriedly continued typing.

- Tell me.

- Don't be quiet at me. I know you haven't told me everything yet. Who said there won't be secrets? Bass, don't disappear.

- If you want to know if I'm ready to listen, I'll always answer that I'm ready. No matter what you're talking about

- Bass told me.

[Don't force]

- You forced me to do this.

- Are you messing with me? What exactly do you intend to do?

Hands shake again Then he accidentally bit his lip so hard it hurt while waiting for an explanation.

[I'm not trying to tease you.]

Bess made an excuse before going back up and reading his own message.

Haven't you already made up your mind? You've prepared yourself, but why don't you dare yet? Just press send...

I'm not afraid of being sad in the slightest, but I'm afraid that I'll never see the little people smile or laugh at each other again. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. Still want to play music together As said But if it breaks, you must blame yourself for feeling more towards the other person than you should.

Come on, we've come this far.

Whatever you lose, take it. I can't keep it anymore.

As soon as your fingertips touch the send message button. He put down his cell phone.

[I know why other people fall in love with you]

[Because watching you play the guitar Look at you putting your emotions into the song. Seeing your eyes looking at the chords, looking at the audience, and smiling... It made me fall in love with you too.]

There was silence for more than five minutes and then the iPhone on the table vibrated.

- I hate you.

[I'm sorry...]

Apart from this word, there is nothing else that can be said.

- Answer the phone too.

As soon as I finished reading that message. Before he could understand it, he unknowingly answered the call that had come in.

"Hate--that you drive me crazy," Sol started the conversation, his voice faltering. “I hate that you make my heart beat faster than the beat of a heartbeat drum. I hate your eyes. I hate you. I hate you. Today you made my heart skip a beat twice. What? I love you too. What else? You're interesting, Isis. You make me like you to the point of going crazy.

And you made me nervous. I really don't feel like myself when it's about you. Then I answer K. Thank you very much. Thank you to your father. Do you think it's easy for me to type and send it? Even if it's not much. Send it and then think about what you'll think. You bastard, angry, very angry."

"I can't type more replies on my wall than that. That's why I called... I'm not angry. Let's be good, let's be good," Bass pleaded.

"Don't come" still has an outcry concept. Even though my heart has weakened

"I admit my mistake. Whatever else you say, go ahead."

"You--you made me cry." At the end of his sentence, he heard a soft sob that made his heart skip a beat.

"I'm sorry, I'm not good at comforting people... But I want to say that if you were next to me, I would hug you."

It took a while for the sobbing to disappear. Sol picked up a water bottle that was not far away and drank it before continuing to talk to the person on the line. "Why do I have to cry?"

"I confessed my love so deeply that it made you cry."

"Kontin"

"You can argue, that's ok."

"That's good..." He nodded, knowing that the other party couldn't see what he was doing.

"Don't cry for too long, you're not handsome."

"Damn it, I'm not going anywhere." He said so, but he got up and walked over to check on his face. It was still sparkling. His eyes weren't red. Thank God.

"Oh, I haven't even invited you yet and you've already declined. Are you really not going? I want to eat ice cream."

Thick brows furrowed together when he heard the last sentence. "So you're inviting me to...?"

"You can call me another thing."

"I'm not a five year old kid."

"You can call it a date."

"....." Even the answer was completely incorrect.

"So, are you going to eat it?" Bess asked again when he still hadn't received an answer.

"It's all taken care of."

“Then I'll call and wake you up again. Don't be late tonight. Tomorrow I'll be too lazy to listen to you when you cry." Sol pursed his lips before retorting, "But I'll let you not meet the sleepy bear tomorrow."

Bass didn't argue further, but instead laughed dryly before adjusting his voice to serious mode again, "Oh, I forgot."

"Open your eyes, this joke is forbidden."

"I forgot to ask you to be my girlfriend."

I don't know how to feel about the fact that the other person spoke so directly that I couldn't answer properly. The iPhone almost fell out of my hand. I don't know what I should answer.

"Are you my boyfriend?"

Strangely, instead of being happy and easily agreeing, he was more worried. “It may sound bad, but it is. You...are you really going to be okay with dating me?”

"What are you afraid of?"

"I don't know... I'm so scared." It's not just the eyes of outsiders. But I'm afraid of myself, afraid that I'll be bad... "I don't want to be your boyfriend. I don't want to break up with you."

Bess listened to those words and thought about it before answering. “If you're okay with not naming names, I'm okay with that. Is there anything else that makes you uncomfortable?"

"I don't think so."

"I want you to be comfortable with me... You don't have to stop talking to anyone. You don't have to do anything to make it special. But I want you to know that if you have anything you can always talk to me. Always ready to listen, okay?"

"Oh, but are you really okay with this?" It sounded complicated. I didn't know much about it. "Aren't you going to be uncomfortable? I'm like this."

"I'm okay. I want you to be comfortable. No matter who you talk to, it doesn't matter. But does your heart belong to me or not? ...If not, when will I tell you? I will retreat to my original place.”

"Sorry for the trouble."

"No, don't think too much. I think I'm comfortable and not tied down." Sol responded softly. And that made Bess smile faintly. He turned his head to look at the hour markers before shifting his gaze to the left corner and letting out a long sigh. "The battery is about to run out. I'm going to go get some food first."

"Put it down, I'll go get some rice as well."

"Okay, eat a lot. You look thinner lately."

"I'm tired because I didn't get enough sleep and I just drank alcohol."

"Oh ... OK, then I'll put it down."

"Bass" said his name before the call was cut off.

"Yes sir," the owner of the name answered. Eyebrows raised in surprise

"I love you."

"I love you too."

as before

Even though the bass is already placed Sol still didn't put down his phone. Still open on the same page as before.

When the uncomfortable feelings that make you feel heavy disappear and you feel relieved. I feel a lot better.

The reason he likes this guy might be something like this... Because I feel comfortable being with you. who I talked to because of care No matter how small it is, it will always be noticed. He's an attention seeker. It wouldn't be strange to feel this much attention.

And then the eyes...

I finally knew what Bess was thinking when he looked at him.

I forgot to tell you that every time I look at it I think the same thing.

Even with a serious expression But that determined look in his eyes was always the reason why he smiled. As soon as he got off the stage, he could see his proud smile. Glad to be able to end the show well.

One day we may have the opportunity to be in the same band.

One day we will be on stage together.

Until that day Let's stay together here for now.