I mean seriously… that was a dream?
Nooo—Phol…
The best part was just about to happen.
He looked so mad at Pheet.
I mean, I planned to wake up early, but I didn't think things would turn out like that.
Not to mention how cute Phol was.
Oh My God, Wut, stop it.
He slowly came back to his senses and glanced at Pheet, signaling toward the door with his eyes.
"Is he gone?"
"Nah, he just came back. Anyway, you remember the band needed—"
Pheet's voice faded into the background as Wut's thoughts grew louder.
He did look cute and everything…
Wait. He's here? Has he changed yet?
Can I kiss him? No? Okay…
Can I hug him? Maybe? So there's a chance? Just ask.
No, that's not—
"WUT, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?!"
The shout nearly burst his eardrums.
"What—what happened?" Wut blinked, confused, his hair a complete mess.
Pheet chuckled. "I said we got a new member in the band."
"Who is it?" Wut sat up instantly, like he was about to receive life-changing news, trying to fix his hair. His eyes lit up… but not for long.
"Uhhh—" Pheet looked up at the ceiling, hand on his chin. "I don't know."
"What?"
Wut's excitement dropped immediately.
Pheet started counting on his fingers. "Wait, come to think of it, I don't even have their contact. I don't even know if it's a guy or a girl."
"Really? Your own band welcomes someone you don't even know? That's new. Aren't you like the most curious in the group?"
"I'm serious. All I know is they said we're getting a new member. They'll show up at the practice room today."
"And when's practice?"
"Maybe around 3?"
A smell drifted into the room.
Breakfast.
And not just any breakfast—Wut's favorite.
"Did you already eat?"
"What? Do you really think I'd wait for your sleepy head?"
Wut frowned.
"…No. I haven't eaten yet," Pheet added. "Phol said he'd only cook when you woke up. You were taking forever, and he wouldn't budge, so I came to wake you up. Now go wash your face, brush your teeth, and come downstairs."
And here I thought something serious happened.
Pheet left, leaving Wut alone.
Downstairs, Phol looked… calm. Too calm. And annoyingly handsome.
Wut walked to the table and mumbled, "Good morning."
What am I supposed to do? Hug him?
Wait… that's actually a good idea. Focus, focus—
Pheet had already started eating, completely ignoring him.
Wut sat there, staring at his food, eating slowly.
After a while, both Wut and Phol stood up at the same time.
Pheet looked between them.
They stared at each other.
That feeling again.
Not the painful kind—
but the kind that comes when you long for someone.
I need a hug.
"What's going on between you two?" Pheet asked.
"Nothing," Wut replied quickly.
Phol turned and headed upstairs. "I'm looking for something."
Wut watched him go.
"Do you want him?" Pheet asked.
"Ye—wait, what?! What kind of question is that?"
"I said, do you like him?"
"…No."
Pheet raised an eyebrow and stood up. "You know, people say I'm good at lying to others. But I can't lie to myself."
"Shut up."
Wut glanced at the stairs. "I need to change. Can you put the dishes in the dishwasher?"
Pheet just nodded slowly.
Upstairs, Wut entered Phol's room.
Phol stood beside the bed, phone in hand, texting someone, clearly annoyed. He glanced at Wut briefly, then went back to typing.
Wut hesitated… then gathered his courage.
"C-Can I hug you?"
Phol placed his phone down, looked at him… and opened his arms.
That was all it took.
Wut rushed forward, throwing himself at him, sending them both onto the bed.
His heart began to calm.
He held Phol tightly.
Phol froze for a moment… then slowly wrapped his arms around him, resting his chin in Wut's hair.
"Can I hug you like this every time?" Wut whispered.
"Mm."
"Can I kiss you?"
"Mm."
"…Then can you be my boyfriend?"
"Mm."
Silence.
Not the quiet kind—
the kind where even breathing stops.
Ten seconds.
Then—
"Today, Pheet and I are going to the practice room. Are you coming with us?"
"I'll come. I'll drive."
They arrived around 1 PM.
From outside, they could hear someone playing the piano.
A new song.
It couldn't be any of the band members—they weren't supposed to start yet.
So… the new person?
They stepped inside.
Someone sat at the piano, playing… then correcting something on a sheet of paper.
They waited until he finished.
He turned.
Pheet's eyes widened.
"Kiran?!"
"Hello, Pheet. Long time no see."
Wut looked between them. "Who is he?"
Pheet exhaled.
"My sister's friend."