They say love is like a glass.
It has to be transparent.
You pour everything into it, hoping to receive the same in return.
But once it breaks, it's either remade from pieces of past trauma…
or left buried somewhere no one else can get hurt.
So what I'm trying to say is this—
whatever wind comes into me and Phol, I'll hold on to that glass till the end of time.
I don't want it to break.
Not even a scratch.
Today was the first day at university.
Wut woke up in Phol's room, sunlight slipping through the curtains and landing softly across his face. For a second, he just lay there, staring at the ceiling.
Then it hit him.
Today.
He sat up quickly, excitement rushing through him like electricity.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty," Wut said, leaning over and shaking Phol gently. "I'm driving you to class today."
Phol didn't move.
"You'll have to kiss me first," he mumbled, eyes still closed. "That's how things work."
Wut rolled his eyes but leaned down anyway, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
Phol stayed still.
"The magic didn't work," Wut said.
"Don't be so shameless," he added, pulling the quilt off him. "Go take a shower."
Phol finally opened his eyes, blinking lazily. "Aren't you coming with me?"
Wut paused, then smiled. "I'll go make breakfast."
"Just come with me. We'll make breakfast together, okay?"
Wut nodded.
The next second, Phol suddenly grabbed him and tackled him back onto the bed. Wut barely had time to react before laughter burst out of him as Phol started tickling him.
"Stop—!" Wut tried to push him away, laughing uncontrollably.
Phol only laughed more, clearly enjoying every second of it.
After a while, he stopped.
For a moment, everything went quiet.
Then Phol leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Wut's neck… then another to his lips before pulling away like it was nothing.
"I'm going first," he said casually, heading to the bathroom.
Wut stayed there for a second, staring after him.
"…weirdo," he muttered, but he was smiling.
The kitchen downstairs looked untouched, almost too perfect.
"Do you even use this place?" Wut asked, glancing around.
"Rarely," Phol replied. "That's why you're here now."
Wut huffed but grabbed a knife anyway.
Soon, they fell into an easy rhythm. Wut cutting, Phol hovering behind him, arms loosely wrapped around his waist.
"You're not helping," Wut said.
"I am. Moral support."
"You're literally just breathing on me."
"And?"
Wut tried to hide his smile. Failed.
In the underground parking lot, Wut held out his hand.
Phol frowned. "What?"
"Your keys. What else, babe?"
Phol blinked.
"…what did you just call me?"
Wut paused. "You mean babe?"
"Mm."
"Oh," Wut shrugged. "I've decided to call you whatever comes to mind when I see you."
Phol stared at him like he'd just won something.
"…you're dangerous," he murmured.
"You still haven't given me the keys."
"Oh. Right."
The campus was big.
Crowded.
Alive in a way Wut hadn't expected.
He slowed down slightly, eyes scanning everything around him.
"So… this is it," he said quietly.
Phol glanced at him. "Don't freeze now."
"I'm not freezing," Wut said quickly. "…just processing."
Phol stepped a little closer. "Stick with me. I'll walk you to your lecture."
When they reached the door, Wut stopped.
"This is me."
Phol nodded. "You'll be okay?"
"Yeah."
A pause.
"Call me if you get lost."
"I won't get lost."
"You will."
"…okay, maybe."
Phol smirked. "Go."
Inside, the room buzzed with quiet nerves.
Wut picked a seat in the middle.
Not too visible. Not invisible either.
The guy next to him shifted slightly.
"First day?" he asked.
"…is it that obvious?" Wut replied.
The guy laughed. "I'm Min."
"Wut."
"Nice to meet you."
By the time the class ended, Wut's brain felt overloaded.
He stepped outside, exhaling slowly.
"Okay… maybe I will get lost."
"Already giving up?"
Wut turned.
Kiran.
Leaning casually like he had nowhere else to be.
"What are you doing here?" Wut asked.
"Visiting," Kiran said lightly. "Or is that not allowed?"
Wut didn't respond.
Kiran smiled slightly. "You've been around Pheet a lot lately."
There it was.
Wut caught it instantly.
"Not really," he said. "We just practiced together."
"Practiced what?"
"Music."
A pause.
Then Wut added, almost absentmindedly:
"He likes cheesecake."
Kiran blinked.
"…what?"
Wut shrugged. "Just thought you should know."
Silence.
Then Kiran laughed softly.
"You're interesting."
"And you're asking too many questions."
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then Kiran straightened.
"See you around."
That night, the room was quiet again.
Wut sat at the desk, laptop open, fingers moving nonstop.
Behind him, Phol lay on the bed.
Watching.
"You've been at it for hours," Phol said.
"Just a bit more."
"Wut."
No response.
Phol got up and walked over, resting his chin on Wut's shoulder.
"You're going to burn out."
"I'm fine."
"You always say that."
Wut paused.
"…I just don't want to fall behind."
Phol's voice softened. "You won't."
At exactly 11 PM, Wut finally stopped.
"I'm done."
He leaned back, stretching.
Phol was still there.
Still close.
Still watching him like he wasn't going anywhere.
And for now…
the glass was still intact.