As Daotok sat with the group, casually chatting and enjoying the warmth of the room, his attention was suddenly drawn to the sound of rain tapping against the window.
He turned his head toward the outside, watching as the sky grew darker and the rain began to pour down heavily. It wasn't just rain; it was as if a storm had decided to take over the world. The wind howled, the trees swayed, and the downpour intensified.
Beside him, Meow who had been lazily curled up on the couch now seemed restless, shifting closer to Daotok. His eyes moved to the small person, noticing how he instinctively sought the comfort of his side. Meow, usually wary of the storm, had apparently not even realized he had nestled so close to Daotok's warmth.
He knew why: Meow were sensitive to thunder and darkness—two things that often-appeared hand in hand on stormy days. And when the thunder rolled in, the power tended to flicker, adding to the eerie tension in the air.
Suddenly, a sharp CRACK split the air, and a bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the room in a brilliant flash. Meow immediately clung to Daotok's side, its tiny hands trembling in fear.
Daotok, momentarily taken aback by the intensity of the storm, felt Meow press closer, seeking reassurance. It was then that Meow's owner appeared, a figure Daotok hadn't noticed until now.
With a gentle and protective motion, the owner scooped up the trembling person, cradling it in his arms as he sat down by the table beside Daotok, murmuring soothing words to calm the frightened person.
Daotok couldn't help but watch the tender scene for a moment, but as he realized he might be intruding on a private moment, he quickly turned his gaze elsewhere, feeling it would be impolite to stare.
"Shia, Dao!" North's voice suddenly cut through the silence, breaking Daotok's thoughts.
Daotok turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "What?"
North gave him an exaggerated pout. "Do you have anything you're afraid of?"
"Why ask all of a sudden?" Daotok replied, a touch of suspicion creeping into his tone.
"I'm curious," North said, his expression genuine yet teasing. "You seem so indifferent to everything, like nothing fazes you. I can't believe it."
Daotok shrugged, trying to remain nonchalant. "I won't tell you. If I do, you'll definitely use it to tease me."
"Why do you think so badly of me?" North feigned annoyance but it was clear he wasn't really upset. "Meanwhile you know I'm terrified of ghosts, but you keep throwing ghost stories at me, trying to scare me."
A mischievous glint appeared in Daotok's eyes. "Well, don't you enjoy them? I even listened to so many ghost story podcasts for you, picking the scariest ones just to see you squirm."
"Yeah, well..." North hesitated, trying to contain a grin. "The stories you tell aren't even that scary. They're kind of weak."
"Really?" Daotok smirked. "That's unfortunate. Maybe if I practice more, I'll get better."
"Don't bother," Easter interjected, his voice steady as always. "You should just be yourself. Why would you want to talk like North anyway?"
Daotok's lips curved into a faint smile at Easter's words, but then North raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, by the way, do you remember when you suddenly stopped calling me 'Khun' and started using rude pronounce?"
Daotok's eyes twinkled with humor. "Do you want me to use 'Khun' again?"
"Not really I just remember there were time when you talk more politely and I feel unaccustomed to it." North said, his voice holding a note of nostalgia.
Daotok leaned back with a mock sigh, crossing his arms. "Really, Khun North?" he teased, enjoying the way it flustered his friend.
"Just call me North," North mumbled, clearly flustered.
At that moment, Easter spoke up again, his voice cutting through the conversation. "Dao, you shouldn't change the way you speak. Ter turn to him "You've never spoken rudely before. If you start now, it'll feel weird. I'm not used to it."
"Why didn't you speak rudely in the first place?" North asked, sounding more curious than before. "Was your family strict about it?"
Daotok shook his head lightly. "No, not really. I just never did it. But I could if I wanted to."
"Oh really?" North raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Show me."
"Fucking North," Daotok said, his tone flat but deliberately exaggerated.
"No, no," North shook his head, scrunching his face in disapproval. "That doesn't work. It doesn't sound right with you. Even when you swear, it's too soft. Like you're trying to hit someone with flowers."
"That's unfortunate," Daotok replied. "Maybe if I practice more, I'll sound more convincing."
Easter sighed in exasperation. "Honestly, just be yourself. You're fine as you are. Don't change just to fit someone else's style."
There was a brief moment of silence, and then North, always the jokester, broke the tension. "By the way, are you okay about... your ex?"
Daotok's expression softened, and he nodded slowly. "I'm okay now. Having Khun Jeon around helps me face tomorrow."
North snorted, trying to suppress a laugh. "Damn, that's dramatic."
"I'm serious," Daotok said, his voice calm but with a weight behind it.
"But you know, my friend told me something important when I was dealing with my ex: 'Don't forget what they did to you. Don't forget the pain.'"
Daotok's gaze grew distant for a moment, his thoughts turning inward.
"Honestly, I don't know if I can forgive him. I'm so angry at what he did— not just him, but that friend who betrayed me too. When they apologized, did they even realize how badly it hurt me back then?"
There was a pause. No one spoke. Daotok could feel the lingering weight of the past still pressing down on him.
"I was devastated," Daotok continued, his voice quieter now. "It took everything I had just to keep going. And even now, I can only let it go bit by bit."
As Daotok's words hung in the air, North burst out laughing, his sudden outburst startling everyone. Easter quickly joined in, their laughter filling the room. The tension dissolved, replaced by the warmth of their shared amusement.
"What's so funny?" Daotok asked, bewildered.
"I thought you were about to say something profound!" North laughed, slapping Daotok's shoulder.
"Stop laughing already," Daotok protested, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I wasn't trying to be funny!"
Easter, still chuckling, shook his head. "You've got to stop playing along with North. He'll ruin any serious mood."
"I wasn't trying to be funny!" Daotok repeated, although the humor in his voice betrayed him.
North wiped tears from his eyes, still laughing. "I've got a weak spot for humor. Watching you try to stay serious with that deadpan expression makes it even funnier."
Daotok rolled his eyes. "Why are you so easily amused, North?"
"I don't know," North said, wiping his eyes and catching his breath. "I once laughed at birds for an hour."
"Birds?" Daotok raised an eyebrow, intrigued but still confused.
"They're hilarious creatures. Watch them sometime. Their behavior is just absurd."
Daotok shook his head, unable to hide a smile. "Maybe I will."
Easter, always the voice of reason, gave a mock sigh. "Don't, Dao. It's a waste of time."
North shot Easter a mock glare. "You always oppose me."
"Someone has to," Easter retorted, a smirk on his face.
And in that moment, as the storm raged outside and the warmth of their laughter filled the room, Daotok couldn't help but feel thankful for his friends, for the light they brought into his life, even on the darkest days.
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It was a stormy night, just past 3 A.M, Arthit sat hunched over a pile of notes in their usual café, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him. His body was slumped, barely holding itself upright as he fought to stay focused on the pages in front of him. The exhaustion was unbearable.
He'd collapsed twice already, only to force himself back up, driven by the constant nagging thought that failure simply wasn't an option.
His mind felt numb, as if he were trapped in an endless cycle of study sessions, but no matter how much he worked, the pressure only grew heavier. Was all this worth it? The idea of sacrificing his health, his peace, his very life for grades was beginning to feel like a terrible mistake.
Back in his freshman year, Hill and Tonfah had aced their exams effortlessly, without breaking a sweat. But now, it seemed like everyone was struggling. The workload was merciless, designed for machines rather than human beings.
He couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't realized the strain earlier, why he hadn't taken Direk's warning seriously. Direk had cautioned him about the brutality of med school, but Arthit had been stubborn, convinced he could handle it all.
Now, in his senior year, it was far too late to switch paths. He wanted to be a doctor, not because it was his dream, but because he'd made a promise to his mother. Yet now, even she would understand. He admitted this his was his own choice, his own stubbornness that had led him here.
The overwhelming pressure made him snap. "I'm fine, I'm fine... Fine, my ass! I'm about to die here, damn it!" he muttered under his breath, frustrated with himself and everything else.
Suddenly, he noticed Tonfah was gone. His eyes darted around the café before landing on Tonfah, sitting in a corner, curled up with his boyfriend, reading a book as the rain continued to pour outside. It was the kind of scene that made Arthit want to gag with how sweet it was. "Of course, they're in their own little world," he muttered bitterly. "Alright, Hill," Arthit said, pushing himself off the table, barely able to keep his eyes open.
Hill glanced up from his notes. "What?"
"Help me out with this real quick," Arthit asked, plopping down beside him.
Hill usually tutored Johan, while Tonfah was the one who quizzed him.
Tonfah's explanations just made more sense to Arthit, while Johan seemed to understand Hill better. They'd settled into their roles over the years, but tonight, everything felt off. The words blurred together, and the concepts seemed more distant than ever.
Another half hour passed, and the exhaustion was unbearable. It wasn't just the lack of sleep; it was the mental strain, the constant weight of being on the edge, barely holding it all together. And tomorrow? Back to the wards.
Another long day of clinicals, of trying to keep his mind from collapsing. On top of that, the looming exams felt like an insurmountable mountain.
Looking out the window, Arthit saw that the rain hadn't let up, pouring relentlessly, as if mocking his own struggle. It might as well rain until next year.
"Let's pack up," he murmured, glancing at the others. They moved to gather their things, preparing to leave.
"P' Thit," North called out, his voice cutting through the thick atmosphere of exhaustion. "What?" Arthit replied, his tone sharp and tired.
"Can you give my friend a ride?" he asked, his voice a little apologetic.
"Huh?"
"He lives in the same condo as you. He came on a motorcycle, but it's raining," North explained.
"Alright, fine," Arthit answered, not thinking much of it. The last thing he wanted was to deal with this, but it wasn't like he could say no. He followed North downstairs, and to his surprise, he saw the blue-haired kid from the neighboring unit quietly trailing behind him. Arthit didn't even know his name, but he recognized his face.
"Can you drive?" Arthit asked, exhaustion lacing his voice.
Daotok blinked, looking caught off guard by the question.
"Answer me," Arthit pressed.
"Yeah," Daotok replied, his voice uncertain.
"Then drive. I'm too tired," Arthit said, handing over his car keys without waiting for a response. The keys felt heavy in his hand as he passed them to Daotok, who took them cautiously, still looking confused. Arthit opened the passenger door and collapsed into the seat, too tired to care about anything else. He reclined the seat, closing his eyes in preparation for the blissful escape.
"Drive carefully, alright? My car isn't cheap," Arthit mumbled. He wasn't possessive of his car, not really. He loved it—loved customizing it, loved driving it—but he wasn't so attached that he'd refuse to let someone else drive.
The real concern was just not wanting to deal with the consequences if something went wrong. He was too tired to drive himself, but Daotok was a stranger. Still, he figured the chances of anything going wrong were slim.
"Alright," Daotok finally said, his voice steady but still uncertain as he slid into the driver's seat.
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Daotok stared at the owner of the black sports car, his confusion deepening. The man was sound asleep, slumped in the passenger seat, his body relaxed against the seat, completely unaware of his surroundings.
Daotok glanced down at the car keys still clutched in his hand, and after a moment of hesitation, he slid into the driver's seat. The leather was Smooth, and as he adjusted his seat, he felt a tap on the window.
It was North.
Rolling down the window, Daotok met North's gaze, trying to ignore the exhaustion pooling in his bones. "Why are you driving?" North's voice held a note of curiosity, but Daotok couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed by the interruption.
"He said he was sleepy," Daotok replied with a shrug.
North paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Can you handle it?"
"I think so," Daotok responded, shifting the car into gear and preparing to leave.
North sighed, stepping back from the car, his face softening with a protective concern. "Be careful. His car's powerful. Just tap the acceleratornlightly."
"Got it," Daotok answered, trying to sound more confident than he felt.
"Okay. It's dark, and it's raining. Drive safely," North added, a final word of caution before he turned to walk back to the car with his boyfriend.
Daotok rolled the window back up and let out a soft exhale of relief, his body already tired from the long day. He adjusted the seat and mirrors to his liking, fastened his seatbelt, and then turned on the car.
As the engine hummed to life, he connected his phone to the car's system and chose a playlist that he liked to listen to while driving, something calming to help him focus on the road.
The moment the car started moving, Daotok felt the power beneath him, as if the car itself was alive, eager to race. His foot was gentle on the accelerator, the car responding quickly to the slightest push. At first, he was taken aback, startled by its power. But after a few moments, he found his rhythm.
Despite that, he kept the speed low, around 30-40 km/h. The rain beat relentlessly against the windshield, and the world outside seemed blurry, shrouded in mist.
The quiet hum of the car and the rain outside mixed together, and Daotok found himself surprisingly at ease. It wasn't just "not bad." It was actually enjoyable. The soft music filled the space in the car, and he felt the tension in his body slowly begin to melt away.
Suddenly, a groggy voice broke the silence. "What the hell are you playing?"
Daotok blinked and glanced at the man beside him. He had woken up, his face scrunched in mild annoyance as he glanced at the dashboard.
Daotok didn't respond, unsure if he should engage. Arthit groaned slightly.
"Want me to change it?" Daotok thought for a moment, his voice a little flat. "If you don't like it, I can switch it."
Arthit shook his head, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "No need. Just surprised. It's an old song. Didn't think anyone still listened to it."
"Yeah, I know it," Daotok said, surprised Arthit recognized it. The song was ancient, a deep cut from years ago. It made Daotok wonder how anyone his age even knew it. But he didn't say more. Instead, he focused on the road, trying to ignore the occasional glance at Arthit, who had settled back into the seat, his eyes closed once more.
The rain had become heavier, and the roads were slick with water. Daotok's grip tightened on the wheel as he made a wrong turn, realizing he was no longer on the path to the condo. His stomach twisted with frustration. He brarely drove at night, and now he was paying the price for it.
He pulled over, checking his phone for directions, and before he could process where he had gone wrong, Arthit stirred. "Are we there?" he mumbled, squinting at the unfamiliar surroundings. When he noticed they weren't, in fact, at their destination, he scowled. "Where are we?"
"I got lost," Daotok admitted, his voice a little dry. He didn't want to admit it, but it was true. He rarely drove at night and had no sense of direction in unfamiliar areas.
"What the hell?" Arthit groaned again, rubbing his eyes as if trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.
"Do you know the way?" Daotok asked, hoping Arthit had some idea of the direction.
Arthit didn't answer right away, instead adjusting his seat and grumbling under his breath as he wiped his face. "Let's just drive forward a bit and figure it out."
"Alright," Daotok muttered, not wanting to argue. He pulled back onto then road and tried to ignore the annoyance creeping into his chest. "Don't fall asleep yet. Tell me the directions when you can."
Arthit shot him a side-eye. "Man, you drive so slow," he remarked. "Forty? I've never driven that slow in my life."
"Okay," Daotok responded without much emotion, trying to keep his focus on the road.
"Let me drive. At this rate, we'll never get there."
Daotok immediately shook his head, firm in his refusal. "No."
Arthit blinked, clearly surprised. "What?"
"I'm not risking it," Daotok replied, his tone more serious now. The last thing he needed was for Arthit to drive recklessly, especially in these conditions. He had no idea how well the guy handled a car, but judging by his tired state, Daotok wasn't willing to take that chance. "I'm fine driving slow."
Arthit muttered under his breath but didn't argue further. After a few minutes, Daotok finally reached a U-turn, taking the car back onto the correct route. "At the next two red-light intersections, turn left," Arthit mumbled again, barely conscious.
By the time Daotok reached the condo, the rain was still coming down in sheets. He parked the car and carefully nudged Arthit awake. "We're here,"Daotok said softly.
Arthit groggily opened his eyes, blinked a few times, and sluggishly exited the car. Daotok followed, leading the way to the elevator. They rode up to the seventh floor in silence, and once inside, Daotok went straight for the shower, washing away the day's exhaustion before bed.
The next morning, Daotok woke early, excited for the arrival of Khun Jeon. He quickly cleaned his room in anticipation.
As he finished, his phone buzzed with a call from his dad. "We're almost there," his father's voice said on the other end. Daotok grinned, his excitement growing by the second. A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. He rushed over, throwing the door open to greet his dad, who smiled warmly at him.
"Hey," his father greeted with a soft smile, and Daotok pulled him into a brief, affectionate hug. His gaze drifted to the box in his father's hands, and he quickly took it, eager to see Khun Jeon again.
"Khun Jeon!" Daotok exclaimed as he gently placed the box on the floor. The small creature inside stretched its limbs and slowly crawled out, its soft fur fluffy and inviting. Daotok could barely contain his joy as he leaned closer to pet it.
"Khun Jeon, was the trip tiring?" he asked, watching as Khun Jeon moved around curiously.
"This is our new home," Daotok continued, his voice soft as he focused on the creature. "I bought it just so you could live with me."
Behind him, his father chuckled. "You forgot about Daddy, didn't you?"
Daotok turned around and smiled. "Khun Jeon's gained half a kilo," his father commented with a playful grin.
"Was it you or Father who made him fat?" Daotok teased.
His father laughed, shaking his head. "Don't blame me. I don't have the time."
The conversation drifted back to their usual banter as Daotok turned his attention back to Khun Jeon, feeling a sense of peace he hadn't had in a long time.
"How long will you stay in Chiang Mai?"
Daddy's voice was soft, teasing, a slight trace of curiosity. "Two or three days. Got any restaurant recommendations? I'd like to try the local food,"
Daotok answered, his smile widening "I don't eat out much. Why don't you look it up?"
Daddy replied with a casual shrug, turning his attention to the details of Daotok's room. His tall frame moved through the space as he inspected the high ceiling and then structure of the walls, as if measuring it in his own way.
"You're skipping meals again, aren't you?" Daotok's father suddenly chimed in, his tone scolding but laced with the kind of concern only a parent could have. "Just like Pai. Why don't you two ever listen?" He stood, his eyes scanning the room as he casually examined the space, seemingly lost in his thoughts.
Daotok sighed, half-focused on the conversation but still noticing how his father began exploring his room. The last thing he needed was another lecture about his eating habits. As the conversation shifted, Daotok could only smile at the way Daddy joked with his father, teasing him about his height as they continued to compare sizes.
The towering figure of Daotok's father seemed to dwarf the others in the room, but Daddy—still tall by most standards—didn't seem to mind the comparisons.
"Spacious and tall," Daddy commented, his fingers brushing the top of the bathroom door frame. "Usually, my head almost hits," he added with a grin.
"You always have trouble with height," Daotok teased, nudging him lightly.
It was a well-worn joke between them; his father's towering stature often made him a bit self-conscious, and Daddy, with his own height, always loved pointing out the irony.
The banter was familiar and comforting. Daddy had come into Daotok's life after a period of uncertainty, and although they weren't related by blood, Daotok had grown to love him like another father. His father, despite his towering figure and serious demeanor, was a man who worked hard in the tech industry, his team-leader position demanding long hours and focus.
In contrast, Daddy worked as a legal consultant, specializing in business operations and financial auditing. They were a perfect balance of personalities, each complementing the other's strengths.
"I've already told everyone about Dad's new relationship with a man,"
Daotok continued, feeling a sense of relief as he spoke freely about his family. "It came up during a casual chat about family, and I was okay sharing it. Everyone, including North and my other friends, unanimously agreed it was adorable."
His father's relationship with Daddy had always been something that Daotok had supported, even if at first it was a bit of a shock. When his parents had divorced amicably, Daotok had chosen to stay with his father, partly because he wanted to remain close to his grandmother.
As they started over, his father had worried about how Daotok might react to his relationship with another man. However, Daotok had embraced it. He'd respected his father's happiness and, over time, had come to love Daddy for the kind and loving person he was.
"Michael," Daddy called, his voice bringing Daotok's thoughts back to the present. Daotok smiled, recalling how Daddy had started calling him that because it was easier for everyone to pronounce than his full name. It had become a term of endearment, something simple yet meaningful.
"Yes?" Daotok responded, his attention now fully on Daddy.
"Did Pai say Kram's coming back?" Daddy asked, his brows furrowing with concern.
"Yeah, why?"
"I don't trust him," Daddy said, his voice low but firm.
Daotok nodded, understanding the worry in Daddy's tone. "Understood."
"Pai told you, right?" Daddy continued. "If you're going to meet him, don't go alone."
"Yes," Daotok replied quickly, assured that he wasn't about to break the advice. "I'll bring someone. Not exactly a friend... it's the guy next door. We made an agreement."
Daddy raised an eyebrow at that, an expression that combined curiosity and mild concern. "Uh, Daddy?" Daotok asked, catching his attention again.
"What?"
"I'm planning to go to California during the semester break in about a month," Daotok said, his voice hesitant as he tried to explain the situation.
"Vacation?" Daddy asked, clearly puzzled.
"Not exactly. It's part of that agreement with the guy next door," Daotok continued, a bit sheepish. "I'm helping him... well, you know." He paused, gathering his thoughts. "You know I can sense spirits, right? Dead people."
"I know," Daddy replied, a small frown forming on his face.
"I'm helping him find his mother, who passed away."
"Hm. Are you sure he's trustworthy?" Daddy's voice softened with concern, clearly worried about the unknown. "Why California?"
"It's his hometown," Daotok replied, shrugging slightly. "Not sure where exactly. LA? San Francisco?"
"Well, make sure you do. I know you can take care of yourself, but I'm still worried. You get that, right?" Daddy's tone was filled with the kind of care that Daotok had come to expect from him.
"I'll make sure to ask," Daotok promised, nodding reassuringly. "I'll let Father know later."
As the conversation continued, Daotok spent the afternoon playing with Khun Jeon and chatting with Daddy, catching up since they hadn't seen each other in a while.
The day passed quietly, a blend of warm exchanges and the comforting presence of the people he loved. Daddy stayed around until dinner, and the easy flow of their shared time together was something Daotok treasured deeply.
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The following morning, Arthit struggled to peel his eyes open as the sound of his alarm pierced through the haze of sleep. It felt like he'd only just closed his eyes, but he could sense a slight sense of refreshment lingering.
His body had adjusted, or at least, it seemed like it had. Groaning, he slowly forced himself out of bed, his muscles protesting the movement. A quick shower and a change of clothes helped him shake off the remnants of drowsiness, but something was off.
He glanced around his room, his mind still foggy from the sleep he hadn't fully shaken off. His eyes narrowed when he realized the car key from last night was nowhere to be found.
Where'd it go?
And then it clicked. Right. Last night—no, actually, it was early this morning—he had handed the key over to the blue-haired kid next door.
Arthit remembered how they'd driven around together, and, despite his mild irritation with the situation, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. They'd gotten hopelessly lost. How do you get lost on such a simple route?
Daotok, though, seemed so calm about it. He drove slowly—almost unnervingly slow, but it had made the whole ride strangely peaceful. Arthit had dozed in the passenger seat, not fully asleep, but just enough to let the hum of the car and the soft tunes on the radio lull him into a trance.
He could still remember the music clearly, each song a nostalgic echo of old tunes that he cherished. He'd always had a thing for old music, but finding someone who shared that same taste? That was rare. Even rarer was someone who had the exact same music collection, and the kid next door— despite his quirks—seemed to get it.
Indie rock, too. Not bad for someone who looked like they couldn't care less about the world.
Arthit shook his head at the memory as he made his way next door to ask about the key before heading to the ward. He knocked firmly, but the door swung open to reveal someone he hadn't expected. A man, unfamiliar, with a strikingly tall frame that matched his own. The man didn't look Thai— there was something unmistakably foreign about him.
Great. What's his name again?
Before Arthit could say anything, the man spoke with an accent that was immediately noticeable—clear, precise, British English.
"How can I help you?" The man's tone was polite, but there was a hint of curiosity behind it.
Arthit hesitated, trying to figure out his next words, but before he could respond, a voice broke through.
"Daddy, who is it?" Daotok appeared, cradling a cat in his arms. He glanced at Arthit, his face lighting up with recognition. "Oh, the key?"
Arthit blinked, still trying to process everything. "Yeah," he replied, his mind slowly catching up.
"Sorry, I forgot to return it," Daotok apologized, sounding genuinely tired.
"I was so exhausted last night." He handed over the key, his fingers brushing against Arthit's briefly, sending a jolt of unfamiliar energy through him. "Here," he said, his voice softer now, as if he'd remembered the reason for the exchange.
Arthit took the key, nodding in acknowledgment, but his mind was still reeling. He stepped back, already planning to leave, but something nagged at him.
"Daddy?" he muttered to himself under his breath as he turned away.
And the man inside—the one who was definitely not Thai—was British.
His mind was racing now, trying to piece together the puzzle. Was this kid mixed? Was "Daddy" just a term here, or was it something more?
Arthit found himself shaking his head again, walking away in a daze, his thoughts swirling. This kid was certainly something else, and the more Arthit thought about it, the more intrigued he became.