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The official start of Namtan Tipnaree and Film Rachanun dating lasted exactly twelve hours before everyone around them became unbearable.
Especially Milk.
Actually no.
Especially Cizie.
Because the second Namtan and Film walked into rehearsal together the next morning—
holding hands casually—
Cizie screamed so loudly half the media team jumped.
“OH MY GOD.” “THEY’RE REAL NOW.”
Film immediately let go of Namtan’s hand out of embarrassment.
Namtan panicked instantly. “No wait—” Then grabbed her hand again automatically.
Silence.
Everyone stared.
Milk clutched her chest dramatically. “She reclaimed the hand.” “This is cinema.”
Film buried her face into Namtan’s shoulder immediately. “I hate all of you.”
Love pointed aggressively. “She’s BLUSHING.”
Piploy looked emotionally exhausted already. “We survived nine chapters for this.”
—
Unfortunately for Film—
dating Namtan was not peaceful.
Because now everyone weaponized her previous jealousy against her constantly.
It started during lunch.
A junior waved at Namtan from across the cafeteria.
Before Namtan could even react—
Film answered: “She’s busy.”
Namtan blinked. “With what?”
Film paused.
Then calmly: “…me.”
Milk slammed her spoon onto the table screaming.
Cizie nearly fell off her chair laughing. “OH SHE’S CONFIDENT NOW.”
Film looked offended. “I was always confident.”
Love: “No babe.” “You were emotionally constipated.”
Namtan laughed so hard she nearly choked.
Film stared at her immediately. “…drink water carefully.”
Milk pointed dramatically. “LOOK AT HER.” “She’s gone.” “Fully whipped.”
Film looked away muttering: “Maybe a little.”
The entire table screamed.
—
Meanwhile—
Milk and Love were becoming suspicious too.
Not obvious like Namtan and Film.
Softer.
Quieter.
But there.
Like how Milk automatically saved a seat beside her now.
Or how Love unconsciously fixed Milk’s messy hair while talking.
Tiny things.
Dangerous things.
Cizie noticed immediately of course.
Because unfortunately she noticed everything.
During rehearsal, Milk stood on a chair trying to hang decorations again.
Which was already a bad sign.
Love held the ladder steady below her. “If you fall this time I’m not catching you.”
“You would miss me.”
“I’d miss the peace.”
Milk grinned down at her. “You like me.”
Love rolled her eyes. “You’re annoying.”
“But cute?”
Love looked up automatically.
Big mistake.
Milk smiled lazily from above the ladder and suddenly Love forgot her comeback entirely.
Piploy watched from nearby. “Oh that’s embarrassing.”
Love immediately looked away. “Shut up.”
Milk looked suspiciously pleased with herself.
—
That evening after rehearsal ended—
Namtan quietly grabbed Milk’s arm near the apartment entrance.
“I need a favor.”
Milk narrowed her eyes instantly. “What kind of favor.”
Namtan looked weirdly nervous now.
Which honestly said enough already.
Milk gasped dramatically. “Oh my god.”
“Lower your voice.”
“You’re bringing Film home tonight.”
Namtan covered her face immediately. “Please stop saying things like that.”
Milk started laughing instantly.
Then suddenly paused.
“…wait.” “So where am I supposed to go?”
Namtan looked suspiciously innocent. “…Love’s condo?”
Milk stared.
Then slowly: “You’re kicking me out for romance.”
“I’m asking respectfully.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Will you go?”
Milk tried staying offended for five seconds.
Failed completely.
“…fine.” “But I expect emotional compensation later.”
—
Unfortunately—
Love reacted exactly the same way.
“You’re WHAT?”
Milk grinned while throwing her overnight bag onto Love’s couch. “Namtan finally wants privacy with her girlfriend.”
Love buried her face into a pillow screaming.
“This friend group moves too fast emotionally.”
Milk flopped beside her dramatically. “You say that like you’re emotionally stable yourself.”
Love looked away immediately.
Which was suspicious.
Very suspicious.
Milk noticed instantly. “…wait.”
“No.”
“You hesitated.”
“I didn’t.”
Milk leaned closer slowly. “You like me.”
Love nearly threw the pillow at her face. “You’re actually impossible.”
“But not wrong.”
Silence.
Then—
Love laughed weakly.
And honestly?
That answer felt more dangerous than a confession.
—
Meanwhile—
back at Namtan’s condo—
Film stood awkwardly near the kitchen counter while Namtan aggressively overthought everything.
“You can sit normally,” Film said finally.
“I AM sitting normally.”
“You’ve reorganized the chopsticks three times.”
Namtan stopped immediately. “…right.”
Film smiled softly.
God.
That smile still destroyed Namtan completely.
Even after all this.
—
Cooking together turned chaotic immediately.
Mostly because Film refused to follow instructions.
“You’re cutting vegetables wrong.”
“There’s no emotional way to cut vegetables.”
“There is if you value symmetry.”
Film laughed while stealing ingredients directly from the bowl.
Namtan stared at her helplessly. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet you’re obsessed with me.”
Namtan nearly dropped the knife.
Film immediately laughed harder.
“Oh wow.” “You still get nervous.”
“You flirt aggressively.”
“That sounds like a YOU problem.”
—
Dinner eventually turned into movie night.
Which honestly became less about the movie and more about Film slowly stealing all Namtan’s attention.
Resting against her shoulder. Stealing popcorn. Playing with her fingers absentmindedly.
At one point Namtan finally sighed dramatically. “You know absolutely nothing about personal space.”
Film looked up innocently. “You complaining?”
Not even slightly.
Namtan looked down at her softly instead.
And suddenly—
the teasing disappeared.
The room felt quieter now.
Warmer.
Film noticed the expression immediately.
“…what?”
Namtan smiled faintly. “Nothing.” “I just like seeing you here.”
Film’s heartbeat softened painfully.
Because after all the chaos—
after all the fear and misunderstandings—
being here felt right too.
So she leaned forward slowly and kissed Namtan softly this time.
Not desperate like before.
Just warm. Careful. Real.
Namtan kissed back immediately.
Gentle fingers brushing Film’s cheek while Film smiled quietly against her lips.
And for once—
neither of them were scared anymore.
—
Across town—
Milk and Love were somehow doing worse emotionally.
Because sharing one couch apparently created psychological damage.
“You keep stealing the blanket.”
“You keep existing diagonally.”
“That’s not a real complaint.”
“It SHOULD be.”
Love laughed quietly.
Milk looked over immediately.
Then paused.
Because Love looked soft like this.
Comfortable.
Pretty.
Milk spoke before thinking. “…you know you’re really cute.”
Love froze instantly.
Milk froze too.
Then both started laughing awkwardly at the exact same time.
Piploy, currently on video call, looked disgusted. “You two are painful to watch.”
Love threw a cushion toward the phone dramatically.
But later—
when the apartment finally became quiet—
Milk reached for Love’s hand carefully.
This time Love didn’t pull away.
And when Milk kissed her softly—
Love smiled against her lips before kissing back.
Finally.
—
The university festival arrived two days later.
And somehow—
despite all the chaos—
everything worked perfectly.
The decorations. The performances. The media projects.
Everyone stood backstage exhausted but happy while students crowded the festival grounds outside.
Film looked around softly. “We actually survived this.”
Namtan smiled beside her. “Barely.”
Cizie appeared immediately. “And with emotional trauma.”
Milk nodded proudly. “We built character.”
Love: “You built problems.”
Piploy crossed her arms. “And somehow relationships.”
Everyone laughed.
Then suddenly—
the festival fireworks started outside.
Bright colors filled the night sky while music echoed across campus.
For one quiet moment—
all of them just stood there together.
Happy. Messy. Finally okay.
Film looked toward Namtan beside her.
Still beautiful. Still terrifying. Still hers now.
And Namtan—
Namtan looked at Film the exact same way she always had from the beginning.
Only this time—
Film didn’t run from it anymore.
She stepped closer instead.
Then kissed her softly beneath the festival lights while their friends screamed dramatically in the background.
And honestly?
After everything—
that chaos finally felt like home.