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[CALLING PHUM]
The voicemail sounds for the 9th time. Phum was supposed to be here 15 minutes ago. Peem has called him and texted him but no response.
“Has something happened to him?” he mumbles.
His mind is going over everything that could have happened. Maybe he got in an accident? Or someone jumped him? Maybe someone got hurt? Someone got hospitalized?
He decides to text Fang to see if he knows anything but he doesn’t answer either.
Q calls him to remind him that the deadline is getting closer to present his painting. He tells him that he’ll be there and hangs up.
Why isn’t he here? He told me he would pick me up. He offered to do so. Did he change his mind? But why didn’t he tell me? Why is he ignoring me? Did I do something? But last time we talked he seemed fine, he sounded excited for me. Did I misunderstand?
He keeps thinking about it over and over and over again. Trying to call him every couple of minutes, texting him, getting more worried that he’s hurt somewhere all alone and no one knows where to find him.
He can’t help to think of the last time he spent long hours waiting for him, only for him to never show up.
He wouldn’t... He wouldn’t do it again... right? No, he wouldn’t. I know he wouldn’t. He apologized for last time. He said he- He likes me. We have... I... We care about each other. He wouldn’t hurt me like that again.
He tries to convince himself that what they have is real, that there’s no way he would stand him up on purpose. But he can’t help but wonder...
But what if he doesn’t feel like that anymore? What if he doesn’t like me anymore and he doesn’t know how to end it? But he would at least tell me... he wouldn’t just ignore me... He cares about me. I know he does. He cares. He likes me. He... I thought he had feelings for me. That he felt the same way I do. But... is it all in my head? No, no. He cares. He cares. He cares. He car-
“Peem?”
He looks up and finds himself eye to eye with Phum’s beautiful face.
“Peem, are you alright? Why are you crying? Did something happen?” Phum asks worried, as he wipes his tears with his hands.
“I- I- You-”
“I’m sorry I’m late. I... I had a fight with my father and it got out of hand. Fang had to intervene. I came as soon as I could”
“You- You didn’t leave me?”
“What?” asks Phum in confusion.
“I thought... I- I kept thinking of the last time you...”
Phum looks at him with a frown before his eyes open wide as he realizes what Peem means.
“No! Peem! I would never- I regret that every day. I would never do it again. I’m so sorry”
“I was so worried. I- I kept thinking of a million reasons why you didn’t come. At first I was worried something had happened to you, that you were hurt. But then... When you didn’t respond to my calls I started to wander if it was all in my head” he says as his voice breaks on the last word.
“All in your head? You mean our relationship?”
Peem nods as new tears fall down his cheeks, but looks up at him with a hopeful look.
“Re- relationship?”
“Yes?”
“Are we...”
“Well, I hope we will?”
“Phum...”
“I know I hurt you. Many times. But I really care about you. I- I love you, Peem. I’ve loved you for a while”
“Phum...”
“It’s okay if you’re not ready. I just... I’m sorry for assuming you would want to be with me. Forget I said anything. I-”
He’s interrupted by Peem’s lips on his, licking sweetly his bottom lip and holding him by the nape of his neck.
“Yes. I would love to. I love you too”
“You do?” Phum asks with a huge smile on his face.
“Of course I do. Why do you think I... I was going mad thinking that you didn’t feel the same” he confesses leaning their foreheads together.
Phum wraps his arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a tight hug, burying his face on his shoulder.
“I’m so sorry. I- I rushed here as soon as I could and I didn’t even check my phone. I’m sorry”
“It’s fine. I’m glad you are okay. I’m glad... you feel the same” he says blushing.
“I promise to never make you doubt my feelings for you. Never again. I give you my word as your boyfriend”
Peem gasps and hides his face in Phum’s chest at his words. Phum laughs and rubs his hands up and down his back in a soothing manner.
“Come on. I’ll take you to turn in your painting and then we can get something to eat”