Editor : TofaRumman , and bnbnbly
The main cause of the problem and concern of the guy that made him unable to sleep was now answered. Luckily, overwork exhaustion helped him take a few naps at 4 in the morning. Lack of sleep made him wake up to a new day with a feeling that was not as fresh as he used to. The dark circles under the eyes made Ran look at him with concern when he saw the elder falling asleep while the sandwich was still in his mouth during breakfast.
"P'Phat." the young man called.
The owner of the name was startled and hurriedly turned to smile at the latter.
"Yes?"
"P'Phat should better stay at home today."
"Why? Is Ran sick?" asked Phat, as he quickly scanned the smaller body in front of him. His worry about that strange mark came back again. It made him feel scared that it might result in his lover to return to the same doll.
"I'm fine. P'Phat is the one who is sick. Look at the black eyes. You look like a panda bear."
Not saying anything, Phat reached out to touch the edge of his eyes. He raised his eyebrows, making a surprised expression.
"Where did you get this word?"
Ran's eyebrows came together as he thought of what the elder asked. "Which word?"
"What you said just now?" The young man made his eyes big as if it had come to mind.
"Oh, the eyes are black, like a panda. Ran remembered that he saw it on the TV," he said in a clear voice. The young man chuckled.
"What does a panda look like?" Phat teased as he thought the other person didn’t know. Ran smiled.
"A round bear with soft fur, white and black. Around the eyes, there are black circles, just like your eyes right now. "
The actions of the latter while telling Phat what he just saw made the architect seemed to be proud of what Ran was saying. At least for now, that strange thing had no effect on Ran. He told himself before extending his hand and brushing the brown hair sweetly.
"I’m just sleeping a little too late. It won't be too much," he said in a soft voice and made his face look fresh so that his lover could relieve himself from being worried. But when he saw the pink lip in his mouth, he hurriedly said "I'll hurry and finish my work. If you let me, I will take half a day off from work and come back to Ran. "
"Come back to sleep." Ran corrected the words with a face that was not very cooperative before sighing. "When you arrive at work, call and tell me? Ran is worried."
That sentence made the elder’s problem almost disappear. He might be a very private man who often lived alone, but there were times when he wanted someone to be with him. Upon hearing the words of concern from Ran's lovely mouth, happiness flowed into his body. It made him overwhelmed that he had to pull his lover into the kiss. A warm touch made the heart pound. The elder wanted to linger on the sweetness of Ran’s soft lips for a long time, but because the younger person was feeling uncomfortable, the young man only gently touched his mouth before surrendering.
"Okay."
Ran smiled with a more comfortable expression. When the breakfast was over, Phat kissed his partner again before going to work. When he arrived at the company, Phat hurriedly called and told Ran. The architect checked if the contract was complete and reviewed the work again before bringing it to the meeting. Fortunately, the feedback was satisfactory, but a little bit of revision was needed. There was also a problem with the model that seemed to be concerned with the cost, but because it was not the design department's responsibility the architect was therefore not very interested.
He brought the work back to his cubicle and edited it. Although it was only a small point, it took a long time to adjust it. Instead of the planned half-day leave, he needed to bring the work to the meeting again in the afternoon. During lunchtime, the young man took the opportunity to check his E-Mail and flashed to the doll company website, which was not too late to read because the message was sent to him at only eleven in the morning.
'I am very sorry to you, our dear customer, for the problem. But we may not be able to provide you with the same new product. Since this doll was a misunderstanding of the designers. There is only one. We apologize for not being able to meet the requirements. And we are willing to reduce the price especially in the order of the next product.'
Phat read the message with such relief. Because this company was owned by Japanese people, which was known for being very honest with their customers. So, he believed every word that the other party gave. Showing that his Ran was the only one in the world but the suspicion did not end there because he was so curious that - how did this limited edition doll come to life? Fingers as sensitive as his thoughts, he immediately typed those questions. Of course, he didn't tell the producers the miracle and he avoided asking about what the lettering on the chest was. Pressing send, the young man sat and waited for an answer with a beating heart. After a while, the company sent back an answer. It was a message of apology that was written in a Japanese style. If he was in front of him, he would bow to him as if a waterfowl doll. The problem of reading all of the words was so swiped through until the first line of the next paragraph.
It was a talisman from a shrine that a customer wished to put into the body of the doll. It's meaning was “Living a happy life”. To achieve this, all four conditions must be met: prayer, desire, a breath of life and true love, and a lengthy process.
The next message described the company’s dissatisfaction with the appearance of the doll that did not match their needs. The company, therefore, had to create a new one to compensate, personally produced, and sold until he contacted them. He bought it with unique etiquette and responsibility. The people of the Rising Sun, the company, understood that the talisman contained in the doll made the product flawed, and therefore offered a new one by giving him a discounted price as a penalty. But the young man politely refused and gave his thanks. After leaving the conversation, Phat returned to read the message about the talisman again. Sitting in front of the computer, remembering the first day that he saw Ran. He was always praying that this doll would come to life. When making love, he strongly desired that the other person would react. He had always thought that the body he embraced was warm and soft, like the skin of a real human being, and conveyed these feelings every time into a doll with a kiss.
At that moment, Phat thought about the night before Ran came to life. During that time, he constantly thought that he wanted Ran to become a person. Not to satisfy his lust, it was because he had a strong desire to touch the warm skin, talk, and teased each other as normal lovers did. On the night he was very sick, he held the doll to his chest. The loneliness and being alone in life make it hard to think that this kind of death was better than having a life that had never been fulfilled with Ran. That torturous moment, the only thing that made the architect feel so good was the softness and the big eyes of the doll staring at his face. An overwhelming love made him endlessly kiss its petals. The hot breath of fever was blown over and over again on Ran's pink skin. The next morning his prayer came true.
Ran, his beloved rubber doll was alive.
The heart of Phat was so full of happiness that it could be said to be filled with joy that in his life he never had before. The more he recalled Ran's words that his breath of life was as long as Phat loved him, Ran would be with him forever as well. The young man almost wanted to leave work and went back to indulge this feeling with his lover. He kept thinking and staring at the letters the doll company sent along with the picture of the talisman to show what it looked like. But Phat was not that really fascinated by it, because now he was thinking about the magic that happened. A talisman that was actually fused into a divine doll. And what allowed him to live with Ran was stability in love. Honestly, he was so confident that in addition to the doll he loved, he will never give his heart to anyone.
The architect brought the work back to the meeting again, which when their clients came in, they saw it and were very satisfied. In fact, he was supposed to be given half-day leave as he intended, but due to the unbalanced model issue, he had to sit back and join in to come up with a solution. During the discussion, Ban, who sat looking at the smartphone for a moment, spoke up.
"I think we have a solution."
Everyone in the meeting turned to look at Ban with one eye. The coordinator asked.
"How?"
"Find a new model."
The adults sitting around looked at each other and shook their heads. The coordinator in direct contact with the modeling sighed.
"Find a new one but what if it won’t be liked by the customer?"
"The spec is a young man with a cute face like a Japanese doll?" Ban asked. The other party nodded in response and shook his head.
“Actually, we suggested so many people to them and they still don't like it. The one that they liked refused to come. If we’re going to look for students in the university, I’m afraid it will take too long to find one *sigh*… The event is already next week and we still can't find a brand ambassador at all," he said and sighed like a truly hopeless person. Ban turned to the place where he sat down, read the message on his phone and frowned, thought for a moment, and decided to speak out.
"I met one person, but must first ask the person if he’ll agree to allow it or not."
The proposal that was like looking for water in the middle of the desert immediately made progress. "Do you have a picture of him?"
"Yes, but ..." Ban paused his words as he turned to Phat. "At Phat!"
The person who got called out was surprised because he’s not even listening to the conversation in the first place. The more he saw the angry adults all looking at him with one eye, he asked.
"What?"
“Ban says you have photos of people that match the concept. May I have a look, in case it catches my eyes so I can bring it to the event."
Phat was confused and turned to look at a colleague, shaking his head.
"I don’t."
"There is a picture on your phone's screen."
Ban hurriedly nodded towards the screen-held smartphone. Phat pretended to drop it into his pocket, but his boss opened his hand and said.
"Let me see."
"But ..." The young man tried to refuse because he did not want anyone to see a picture of very jealousy loving doll. But seeing the face of an adult begging for control, he realized that he could not avoid this request. The architect flashed a cloudy gaze towards Ban before turning on the screen and sending the smartphone to his superiors, who saw a picture of Ran smiling brightly on the screen. His boss made big eyes.
"Hey, this is okay," said while sending it to another executive. He nodded in agreement.
"Looks cute as a doll. But the customer wants a model, right?"
When the other party said that, the head of the department turned around.
"Woman or man," he asked honestly, clenching his mouth before answering unkindly.
"Man."
"What is your relationship with him?" Was it a relevant question? Because most of the images on a mobile phone were personal possessions. If not a lover, pets or hobbies were often. This time, Phat was a little bit stiff because he wasn't sure if he should tell the truth or not. But when he realized that even if society would be more open about love, not everyone would not accept it, so he had to lie.
"It's a grandson of a distant relative. He wants to come to Bangkok, so I have to take care of it."
He said that because people in the company know that he was alone and had no relatives. The part that claimed to be a grandchild was because it was reasonable for Ran's little boyish face. Which when he heard that, his boss thought for a moment.
"May I see him?" Another person asked, not the head rather Lalil, who directly contacted the modeling. Seeing the young man stupidly refusing to answer, she gave a reason. "I don't want Phat to think that we are forcing him. But if the customer does not like it, the model will withdraw the contract, in which case the company will be damaged because we have put half our effort. Another thing why I want this boy to come is because they can see if their personality is appropriate or not. If not, we will find another person."
The Coordinator looked at the superiors with a plea but seeing his dilemma expression, she put in one last word.
"Okay?"
Cornered like this, even if he doesn’t want it, he will lose heart in rejection. The architect had to resist the objection and nodded.
"Yes."
His voice was quiet, barely escaping from his mouth. If only his heart could be heard, everyone could hear that his heart was screaming and shouting that it almost exploded. Ran was the only treasure in his life that was both precious and noble. Which made the situation he could not endure if he had to see the white and soft skin being seen by the eyes of hundreds of people rudely.
"Phat?"
When he saw the designer with one hand sitting with his eyebrows bumped up, Lalil stopped casting the details and called. But there was no reaction from the lad, who remained in his own thoughts. Ban, who was sitting nearby, hurriedly used his elbow to jab.
"Hot!"
The young man was startled from his trance. Seeing that everyone was looking at him with one eye, slightly raised the corner of his mouth.
"Sorry, I was just thinking of my other work."
"Concentrate a little. Discuss what’s the problem that lies in front of you. I can't even think of any other job." Lalin finished her sentence in a high tone and with a sly smile. She liked to reduce tension with the regular use of tactics like this.
"I'm sorry."
"In conclusion, he is now with you?"
The chief questioned, the young man nodded.
"Yes."
"Can you bring him to me so I can see him myself?" It was actually a command, but it was implied as if he was just asking for a favor. Phat was getting stressed since he knew he could not avoid it but still tried. "I don't want to make a promise. Because this kid is not familiar with a big city and also afraid of strangers."
"Oh, this won’t work." But the worry of Phat was not something that could be easily solved.
"Yes."
He answered plainly. The flirtatious expression from the beginning caused Ban to squint wryly. But now was not the time to sit and inquire as the adults seem to have decided to choose this younger person, so he must find a way to help.
"I think Phat should talk to him first. And instead of saying that they will come to work, he can tell him that he’ll bring him somewhere and while enjoying, he can talk to him about the work.”
"But," Phat objected, the adults agreed with the idea of Ban. Lalil turned to the young designer with a hopeful face.
"Just do it as Ban said."
Cornered like this, it was already too late. He sat awkwardly, thinking for an excuse that sounded plausible for a moment before shedding his voice.
'But I am just a guardian. No right to decide to do anything like that."
"Then go and call his parents."
His boss gave the advice. Phat raised his eyebrows.
"Where his home is not very good. There is no mobile phone or anything. "
"Oh! How are you able to communicate with each other?" Asked the head of the architecture. The young man hurriedly released a sigh before answering.
"I have to call, find a neighbor, arrange a time to talk. But it was two or three p.m. or when he’s free."
"Then when will we get the answer? The time is very tight, we can't wait. If there is an urgent matter, what should I do?"
"They allowed me to manage it," Phat replied without even thinking about the power and smiled.
"So you can decide on this." The tone was filled with joy, unlike the young designer who now looked like he wanted to bite his tongue. "Go back this evening and talk to the boy."
Chief end sentences with a compulsive appeal. He didn't want to put pressure on his subordinates, but he also didn't want this cute model to slip. The young man who sat down to curse himself in anger in his heart had to nod.
"Yes." He did not fully accept his voice, then clenched his eyebrows with an overwhelming expression before continuing. "But I'm not sure if this younger brother will agree to go out or not. I’m afraid I might forget because of too much works."
"Then call. Go and ask now," Chief said firmly which made Phat anxious.
"Oh, Phi, this kind of thing must be discussed personally, must first be explained to each other. If you like it, it's fine, but if not, it will become a force. "
It was the reason that sounded good, even though the person who said it, didn’t intend to talk about this to Ran. Then tomorrow he planned to tell everyone that the boy was not okay. Chief would be satisfied with the answer, but Ban, who as if he knew what the other was thinking, moved a bit and whispered.
“Don’t even think about it. Otherwise, we’ll be broken into strips.”
The young man glared at the person beside him while cursing in his heart. If Ban wasn’t a good friend, he didn't have to sit around like this, and the coordinators would probably run to find a new model.
"Yeah."
What Ban heard sounded more like a roar than an answer. Ban glanced at his friend for a moment, and when he saw the frowning face, he realized that the other party was not satisfied. But what should he do? Everyone in the company had put more than 70% of their time to work on this job, and he shouldn’t let it go to waste just because he couldn't find a model to be liked by the customer.
"Blame me all you want, my friend. But is it really necessary?"
He leaned over and whispered to Phat with a remorseful expression. The other party only sighed and nodded, not answering. The meeting afterward focused on review and correction, which was normal. Reminded of finding materials for creating stage elements, including staff members who must be stationed within the job, the Sales Director offered three new jobs to come at the same time. Then it was a matter of placing a concept that must adhere to the style that the customer wanted. Assigned duties to each party and summarized the initial budget and closed the meeting. After leaving the room and handing over to the boss, Phat prepared to go back. While picking up his things, Ban, who was not far away with a penitentiary stand, approached him and asked.
"Are you going back?"
His tone of voice was considerate, and he looked more respectful every time. Phat, who’s still frustrated with Ran's story, looking at his friend blankly.
"Yeah."
It was a short answer, and the sound was still barely out of his mouth, making Ban start to lose heart.
"Are you still angry about that?"
He asked in a low voice and breathed in his lungs to accept the curse. But instead of not having any shameful words from his mouth, Phat rarely looked at him.
“Angry.” The young designer's voice was short, conveying the person's mood. He carried his bag and checked his belongings on the table to make sure he didn't forget anything. "But the matter has already happened and getting angry is useless."
The architect turned towards Ban. The sharp eyes stared at his face. When the other party bowed and refused to meet in the eyes, he cut off.
"I'm going."
Phat went home, frustrated by the orders of the boss. During this time, he took Ran out for a long time because he liked his enthusiasm when meeting new things. The joy of watching the bright round eyes sparkling, bright hearts when hearing the compliment that Ran was lovely from other people's mouths. But that did not mean that he would be pleased that the most prized love doll must be the target of anyone's eyes. Ran was an important person. He was the only treasure in life that was absolutely decisive, however, he did not allow others to deceive. The young man walked over, pondering, looking for a rejection he could say to the boss. He stopped in front of the room, took a deep breath, adjusted the expression to look as normal as possible before opening the door
"P'Phat has arrived."
The voice spoke loud before stepping into the room. The brightly white body rushed to embrace and kissed the young man's cheek. "Are you tired?"
Ran asked as he pulled the bag to help him carry him on his arm and brought him straight to the living room. "Sit and rest first. Let Ran bring water to you."
The elder kissed the forehead faintly, but still hadn't yet said a word. The smaller one left, took the bag, and placed it on the desk. When finished, he hurriedly galloped just like a little boy to the refrigerator, poured water into a glass, and served with a smile.
"Water."
Phat reached out to pick up the glass and used the other hand to pull Ran's soft hand to kiss.
"Thank you."
He said in a soft voice. His eyes were as soft as a fox. He was also amazed that at the moment when he was crazy stressed, but when he saw Ran's face, all the worries disappeared. And now his body was starting to feel a little more energetic. So the young man pulled his lover to sit on the lap, pushed his nostrils straight to the soft cheeks, lightly dragged down the jawline, and tucked into the throat. Wandering passionately in the scent of the fragrant body, he continued and trimmed throughout his body, doing more when Ran did not speak.
"What are you stressed about?"
The elder paused, then withdrew his face, raising her eyebrows.
"No," He refused, but after seeing the concern on the younger person's face, he explained a little more because he didn't want the other to worry about him. "There is a new job. So I have to think a little bit."
Ran didn't seem to believe that explanation. He slid himself down from his lap and looked at the elder's face with worried eyes.
"Please tell it to Ran. I may not be a help but I can listen and give you courage. "
It might be a simple sentence, as most people say. But with the architecture that lived alone, heard it and felt so deep that tears almost flowed. He wanted to bring Ran to hug and kiss his entire body.
"P'Phat."
Ran's voice drew Phat back to reality. He looked at his lover's face and was determined to turn down, but when he met the beautiful eyes that stare with care, he had to change his mind.
"Do you remember the work I’m doing?" He asked, choosing a less harsh word for opening sentences. When he saw the younger person, he listened carefully and continued. "The model that was contacted couldn’t come."
"Then find someone new," the young man advised. Although he did not know much about the process of the elder's work, but, watching TV and surfing the social world made Ran enough to understand a bit of his work. The architect sighed softly with a tired look before answering.
"Looking for new can be easy but the customers might not like them."
"Oh, and did they not tell you what kind of person they liked?"
"They did, but ..." The young man paused and sighed again. "The procurement department sent several pictures to choose from. The customer complained. Complaining that this didn't match what he had expected." He made a sound like boredom but didn't say anything further. The listener understood that the other person was worried and sighed as well.
"It's tough. Bad." Ran hissed as if he frowned, furrowing his brows to find a way. "So, shall we go down and walk outside? In the case of meeting people in your eyes."
Phat raised one eyebrow and smiled a little because of laughing at the kid's kidnapping’s idea, "It's not Kanom Krok, so it’s not easy to meet."
Ran made a protruding mouth and hammered.
"Better still than just sitting in the room." The elder then rubbed his fine hair tenderly.
"Oh, don't get angry, good man." The young man joked to Ran, who was serious with the thought he wanted to help.
"Not frowning, just ..." beautiful, slender eyebrows furrowed towards each other as if thinking hard. After pondering for a while and making a decision, a cute face looked up at the elder. "Send a picture of Ran to show him."
The elder paused, the fingers spreading the hair of the lover, playing and staring unexpectedly tightly.
"What?"
"P'Phat send a picture of Ran to the customer. If he likes Ran, Ran will be a model."
The young man couldn't believe his ears that he heard this sentence from his innocent little lover's mouth and even knew it was well-meaning. But would Ran understand that walking was not easy? And how much pressure was it to be in the sight of hundreds of people?
"Do you know what you’re saying?"
"I know." When the elder asked, the young man immediately answered with a big smile. "Ran watched YouTube about walking for a few days already."
The elder raised eyebrows in surprise because as far as he could see, Ran had often watched documentaries, animals, cooking, knowledge around him, or those traveling abroad.
"How come you turned your attention to fashion?"
"I see you working this way, so I studied it."
The young man replied with a proud expression. The elder raised his eyebrows a little higher.
"I design the stage."
"Ran knows. But for the stage that the elder designed, there must be someone dressed up nicely to walk, right? "
"I know it very well." Phat smiled.
"Ran would like to understand your work. P'Phat has always worked hard alone. Anything Ran can help, Ran would like to help."
The young man said while looking at his elder brother with a carefree gaze. "You won't get tired and you don't have to sit and worry like this."
What a story that made the listeners feel tired and exhausted. But the thing that made the elder sit and worry was not about work. But a white-cheeked person who was sitting in front of him.
The young man let out a long sigh. Try this hard, he must have to tell the truth.
"Ran!"
The tone was more serious than ever, indicating that what was being said was important. Ran moved, sat up straight, staring at the elder, did not lay eyes, ready to respond.
"Yes?"
"Phi" with the desire not to let his lover be a model, therefore he did not prepare any words. But the situation changed, the young man could not think of anything.
"What is it?" seeing the elder sitting stupidly and not saying anything. The bright-faced young man tilted his neck a little and asked. Phat inhaling air into his lungs before gently slipping his mouth out.
"The elders saw the picture of you on my mobile phone, so they ordered me to take you so they can see."
He chose the sentences carefully so that the younger man could easily understand. He's also in a bad mood, so he didn't want to say anything offensive. Those short words made the listener’s eyes big.
"Really?" The tone of voice was filled with excitement as the person spoke, sitting barely stuck. Ran whispered a little closer and squeezed his elder hand quite vigorously. "How about P'Phat?"
The young man asked enthusiastically, in contrast to the stressful situation.
"P'Phat..." The young man spaced out his words and breathed in his big lungs before looking at his lover's face. "P'Phat doesn’t want Ran to go."
Ran's face smoldered and his hands were unconsciously removed. Despite being disappointed that the elder did not allow him to go to work, the young man understood that the elder was very fond of and cared for him. But the desire to help ease the burden, so he couldn't help but ask.
"Why?"
"Because ..." Phat replied, but stopped and looked at his lover's face as if he was unsure whether he should be honest or not. When he saw a puzzled look in his big eyes, his heart was so weak that he had to let his mouth be honest.
"Phi doesn't want Ran to meet anyone."
The main cause of the problem and concern of the guy that made him unable to sleep was now answered. Luckily, overwork exhaustion helped him take a few naps at 4 in the morning. Lack of sleep made him wake up to a new day with a feeling that was not as fresh as he used to. The dark circles under the eyes made Ran look at him with concern when he saw the elder falling asleep while the sandwich was still in his mouth during breakfast.
"P'Phat." the young man called.
The owner of the name was startled and hurriedly turned to smile at the latter.
"Yes?"
"P'Phat should better stay at home today."
"Why? Is Ran sick?" asked Phat, as he quickly scanned the smaller body in front of him. His worry about that strange mark came back again. It made him feel scared that it might result in his lover to return to the same doll.
"I'm fine. P'Phat is the one who is sick. Look at the black eyes. You look like a panda bear."
Not saying anything, Phat reached out to touch the edge of his eyes. He raised his eyebrows, making a surprised expression.
"Where did you get this word?"
Ran's eyebrows came together as he thought of what the elder asked. "Which word?"
"What you said just now?" The young man made his eyes big as if it had come to mind.
"Oh, the eyes are black, like a panda. Ran remembered that he saw it on the TV," he said in a clear voice. The young man chuckled.
"What does a panda look like?" Phat teased as he thought the other person didn’t know. Ran smiled.
"A round bear with soft fur, white and black. Around the eyes, there are black circles, just like your eyes right now. "
The actions of the latter while telling Phat what he just saw made the architect seemed to be proud of what Ran was saying. At least for now, that strange thing had no effect on Ran. He told himself before extending his hand and brushing the brown hair sweetly.
"I’m just sleeping a little too late. It won't be too much," he said in a soft voice and made his face look fresh so that his lover could relieve himself from being worried. But when he saw the pink lip in his mouth, he hurriedly said "I'll hurry and finish my work. If you let me, I will take half a day off from work and come back to Ran. "
"Come back to sleep." Ran corrected the words with a face that was not very cooperative before sighing. "When you arrive at work, call and tell me? Ran is worried."
That sentence made the elder’s problem almost disappear. He might be a very private man who often lived alone, but there were times when he wanted someone to be with him. Upon hearing the words of concern from Ran's lovely mouth, happiness flowed into his body. It made him overwhelmed that he had to pull his lover into the kiss. A warm touch made the heart pound. The elder wanted to linger on the sweetness of Ran’s soft lips for a long time, but because the younger person was feeling uncomfortable, the young man only gently touched his mouth before surrendering.
"Okay."
Ran smiled with a more comfortable expression. When the breakfast was over, Phat kissed his partner again before going to work. When he arrived at the company, Phat hurriedly called and told Ran. The architect checked if the contract was complete and reviewed the work again before bringing it to the meeting. Fortunately, the feedback was satisfactory, but a little bit of revision was needed. There was also a problem with the model that seemed to be concerned with the cost, but because it was not the design department's responsibility the architect was therefore not very interested.
He brought the work back to his cubicle and edited it. Although it was only a small point, it took a long time to adjust it. Instead of the planned half-day leave, he needed to bring the work to the meeting again in the afternoon. During lunchtime, the young man took the opportunity to check his E-Mail and flashed to the doll company website, which was not too late to read because the message was sent to him at only eleven in the morning.
'I am very sorry to you, our dear customer, for the problem. But we may not be able to provide you with the same new product. Since this doll was a misunderstanding of the designers. There is only one. We apologize for not being able to meet the requirements. And we are willing to reduce the price especially in the order of the next product.'
Phat read the message with such relief. Because this company was owned by Japanese people, which was known for being very honest with their customers. So, he believed every word that the other party gave. Showing that his Ran was the only one in the world but the suspicion did not end there because he was so curious that - how did this limited edition doll come to life? Fingers as sensitive as his thoughts, he immediately typed those questions. Of course, he didn't tell the producers the miracle and he avoided asking about what the lettering on the chest was. Pressing send, the young man sat and waited for an answer with a beating heart. After a while, the company sent back an answer. It was a message of apology that was written in a Japanese style. If he was in front of him, he would bow to him as if a waterfowl doll. The problem of reading all of the words was so swiped through until the first line of the next paragraph.
It was a talisman from a shrine that a customer wished to put into the body of the doll. It's meaning was “Living a happy life”. To achieve this, all four conditions must be met: prayer, desire, a breath of life and true love, and a lengthy process.
The next message described the company’s dissatisfaction with the appearance of the doll that did not match their needs. The company, therefore, had to create a new one to compensate, personally produced, and sold until he contacted them. He bought it with unique etiquette and responsibility. The people of the Rising Sun, the company, understood that the talisman contained in the doll made the product flawed, and therefore offered a new one by giving him a discounted price as a penalty. But the young man politely refused and gave his thanks. After leaving the conversation, Phat returned to read the message about the talisman again. Sitting in front of the computer, remembering the first day that he saw Ran. He was always praying that this doll would come to life. When making love, he strongly desired that the other person would react. He had always thought that the body he embraced was warm and soft, like the skin of a real human being, and conveyed these feelings every time into a doll with a kiss.
At that moment, Phat thought about the night before Ran came to life. During that time, he constantly thought that he wanted Ran to become a person. Not to satisfy his lust, it was because he had a strong desire to touch the warm skin, talk, and teased each other as normal lovers did. On the night he was very sick, he held the doll to his chest. The loneliness and being alone in life make it hard to think that this kind of death was better than having a life that had never been fulfilled with Ran. That torturous moment, the only thing that made the architect feel so good was the softness and the big eyes of the doll staring at his face. An overwhelming love made him endlessly kiss its petals. The hot breath of fever was blown over and over again on Ran's pink skin. The next morning his prayer came true.
Ran, his beloved rubber doll was alive.
The heart of Phat was so full of happiness that it could be said to be filled with joy that in his life he never had before. The more he recalled Ran's words that his breath of life was as long as Phat loved him, Ran would be with him forever as well. The young man almost wanted to leave work and went back to indulge this feeling with his lover. He kept thinking and staring at the letters the doll company sent along with the picture of the talisman to show what it looked like. But Phat was not that really fascinated by it, because now he was thinking about the magic that happened. A talisman that was actually fused into a divine doll. And what allowed him to live with Ran was stability in love. Honestly, he was so confident that in addition to the doll he loved, he will never give his heart to anyone.
The architect brought the work back to the meeting again, which when their clients came in, they saw it and were very satisfied. In fact, he was supposed to be given half-day leave as he intended, but due to the unbalanced model issue, he had to sit back and join in to come up with a solution. During the discussion, Ban, who sat looking at the smartphone for a moment, spoke up.
"I think we have a solution."
Everyone in the meeting turned to look at Ban with one eye. The coordinator asked.
"How?"
"Find a new model."
The adults sitting around looked at each other and shook their heads. The coordinator in direct contact with the modeling sighed.
"Find a new one but what if it won’t be liked by the customer?"
"The spec is a young man with a cute face like a Japanese doll?" Ban asked. The other party nodded in response and shook his head.
“Actually, we suggested so many people to them and they still don't like it. The one that they liked refused to come. If we’re going to look for students in the university, I’m afraid it will take too long to find one *sigh*… The event is already next week and we still can't find a brand ambassador at all," he said and sighed like a truly hopeless person. Ban turned to the place where he sat down, read the message on his phone and frowned, thought for a moment, and decided to speak out.
"I met one person, but must first ask the person if he’ll agree to allow it or not."
The proposal that was like looking for water in the middle of the desert immediately made progress. "Do you have a picture of him?"
"Yes, but ..." Ban paused his words as he turned to Phat. "At Phat!"
The person who got called out was surprised because he’s not even listening to the conversation in the first place. The more he saw the angry adults all looking at him with one eye, he asked.
"What?"
“Ban says you have photos of people that match the concept. May I have a look, in case it catches my eyes so I can bring it to the event."
Phat was confused and turned to look at a colleague, shaking his head.
"I don’t."
"There is a picture on your phone's screen."
Ban hurriedly nodded towards the screen-held smartphone. Phat pretended to drop it into his pocket, but his boss opened his hand and said.
"Let me see."
"But ..." The young man tried to refuse because he did not want anyone to see a picture of very jealousy loving doll. But seeing the face of an adult begging for control, he realized that he could not avoid this request. The architect flashed a cloudy gaze towards Ban before turning on the screen and sending the smartphone to his superiors, who saw a picture of Ran smiling brightly on the screen. His boss made big eyes.
"Hey, this is okay," said while sending it to another executive. He nodded in agreement.
"Looks cute as a doll. But the customer wants a model, right?"
When the other party said that, the head of the department turned around.
"Woman or man," he asked honestly, clenching his mouth before answering unkindly.
"Man."
"What is your relationship with him?" Was it a relevant question? Because most of the images on a mobile phone were personal possessions. If not a lover, pets or hobbies were often. This time, Phat was a little bit stiff because he wasn't sure if he should tell the truth or not. But when he realized that even if society would be more open about love, not everyone would not accept it, so he had to lie.
"It's a grandson of a distant relative. He wants to come to Bangkok, so I have to take care of it."
He said that because people in the company know that he was alone and had no relatives. The part that claimed to be a grandchild was because it was reasonable for Ran's little boyish face. Which when he heard that, his boss thought for a moment.
"May I see him?" Another person asked, not the head rather Lalil, who directly contacted the modeling. Seeing the young man stupidly refusing to answer, she gave a reason. "I don't want Phat to think that we are forcing him. But if the customer does not like it, the model will withdraw the contract, in which case the company will be damaged because we have put half our effort. Another thing why I want this boy to come is because they can see if their personality is appropriate or not. If not, we will find another person."
The Coordinator looked at the superiors with a plea but seeing his dilemma expression, she put in one last word.
"Okay?"
Cornered like this, even if he doesn’t want it, he will lose heart in rejection. The architect had to resist the objection and nodded.
"Yes."
His voice was quiet, barely escaping from his mouth. If only his heart could be heard, everyone could hear that his heart was screaming and shouting that it almost exploded. Ran was the only treasure in his life that was both precious and noble. Which made the situation he could not endure if he had to see the white and soft skin being seen by the eyes of hundreds of people rudely.
"Phat?"
When he saw the designer with one hand sitting with his eyebrows bumped up, Lalil stopped casting the details and called. But there was no reaction from the lad, who remained in his own thoughts. Ban, who was sitting nearby, hurriedly used his elbow to jab.
"Hot!"
The young man was startled from his trance. Seeing that everyone was looking at him with one eye, slightly raised the corner of his mouth.
"Sorry, I was just thinking of my other work."
"Concentrate a little. Discuss what’s the problem that lies in front of you. I can't even think of any other job." Lalin finished her sentence in a high tone and with a sly smile. She liked to reduce tension with the regular use of tactics like this.
"I'm sorry."
"In conclusion, he is now with you?"
The chief questioned, the young man nodded.
"Yes."
"Can you bring him to me so I can see him myself?" It was actually a command, but it was implied as if he was just asking for a favor. Phat was getting stressed since he knew he could not avoid it but still tried. "I don't want to make a promise. Because this kid is not familiar with a big city and also afraid of strangers."
"Oh, this won’t work." But the worry of Phat was not something that could be easily solved.
"Yes."
He answered plainly. The flirtatious expression from the beginning caused Ban to squint wryly. But now was not the time to sit and inquire as the adults seem to have decided to choose this younger person, so he must find a way to help.
"I think Phat should talk to him first. And instead of saying that they will come to work, he can tell him that he’ll bring him somewhere and while enjoying, he can talk to him about the work.”
"But," Phat objected, the adults agreed with the idea of Ban. Lalil turned to the young designer with a hopeful face.
"Just do it as Ban said."
Cornered like this, it was already too late. He sat awkwardly, thinking for an excuse that sounded plausible for a moment before shedding his voice.
'But I am just a guardian. No right to decide to do anything like that."
"Then go and call his parents."
His boss gave the advice. Phat raised his eyebrows.
"Where his home is not very good. There is no mobile phone or anything. "
"Oh! How are you able to communicate with each other?" Asked the head of the architecture. The young man hurriedly released a sigh before answering.
"I have to call, find a neighbor, arrange a time to talk. But it was two or three p.m. or when he’s free."
"Then when will we get the answer? The time is very tight, we can't wait. If there is an urgent matter, what should I do?"
"They allowed me to manage it," Phat replied without even thinking about the power and smiled.
"So you can decide on this." The tone was filled with joy, unlike the young designer who now looked like he wanted to bite his tongue. "Go back this evening and talk to the boy."
Chief end sentences with a compulsive appeal. He didn't want to put pressure on his subordinates, but he also didn't want this cute model to slip. The young man who sat down to curse himself in anger in his heart had to nod.
"Yes." He did not fully accept his voice, then clenched his eyebrows with an overwhelming expression before continuing. "But I'm not sure if this younger brother will agree to go out or not. I’m afraid I might forget because of too much works."
"Then call. Go and ask now," Chief said firmly which made Phat anxious.
"Oh, Phi, this kind of thing must be discussed personally, must first be explained to each other. If you like it, it's fine, but if not, it will become a force. "
It was the reason that sounded good, even though the person who said it, didn’t intend to talk about this to Ran. Then tomorrow he planned to tell everyone that the boy was not okay. Chief would be satisfied with the answer, but Ban, who as if he knew what the other was thinking, moved a bit and whispered.
“Don’t even think about it. Otherwise, we’ll be broken into strips.”
The young man glared at the person beside him while cursing in his heart. If Ban wasn’t a good friend, he didn't have to sit around like this, and the coordinators would probably run to find a new model.
"Yeah."
What Ban heard sounded more like a roar than an answer. Ban glanced at his friend for a moment, and when he saw the frowning face, he realized that the other party was not satisfied. But what should he do? Everyone in the company had put more than 70% of their time to work on this job, and he shouldn’t let it go to waste just because he couldn't find a model to be liked by the customer.
"Blame me all you want, my friend. But is it really necessary?"
He leaned over and whispered to Phat with a remorseful expression. The other party only sighed and nodded, not answering. The meeting afterward focused on review and correction, which was normal. Reminded of finding materials for creating stage elements, including staff members who must be stationed within the job, the Sales Director offered three new jobs to come at the same time. Then it was a matter of placing a concept that must adhere to the style that the customer wanted. Assigned duties to each party and summarized the initial budget and closed the meeting. After leaving the room and handing over to the boss, Phat prepared to go back. While picking up his things, Ban, who was not far away with a penitentiary stand, approached him and asked.
"Are you going back?"
His tone of voice was considerate, and he looked more respectful every time. Phat, who’s still frustrated with Ran's story, looking at his friend blankly.
"Yeah."
It was a short answer, and the sound was still barely out of his mouth, making Ban start to lose heart.
"Are you still angry about that?"
He asked in a low voice and breathed in his lungs to accept the curse. But instead of not having any shameful words from his mouth, Phat rarely looked at him.
“Angry.” The young designer's voice was short, conveying the person's mood. He carried his bag and checked his belongings on the table to make sure he didn't forget anything. "But the matter has already happened and getting angry is useless."
The architect turned towards Ban. The sharp eyes stared at his face. When the other party bowed and refused to meet in the eyes, he cut off.
"I'm going."
Phat went home, frustrated by the orders of the boss. During this time, he took Ran out for a long time because he liked his enthusiasm when meeting new things. The joy of watching the bright round eyes sparkling, bright hearts when hearing the compliment that Ran was lovely from other people's mouths. But that did not mean that he would be pleased that the most prized love doll must be the target of anyone's eyes. Ran was an important person. He was the only treasure in life that was absolutely decisive, however, he did not allow others to deceive. The young man walked over, pondering, looking for a rejection he could say to the boss. He stopped in front of the room, took a deep breath, adjusted the expression to look as normal as possible before opening the door
"P'Phat has arrived."
The voice spoke loud before stepping into the room. The brightly white body rushed to embrace and kissed the young man's cheek. "Are you tired?"
Ran asked as he pulled the bag to help him carry him on his arm and brought him straight to the living room. "Sit and rest first. Let Ran bring water to you."
The elder kissed the forehead faintly, but still hadn't yet said a word. The smaller one left, took the bag, and placed it on the desk. When finished, he hurriedly galloped just like a little boy to the refrigerator, poured water into a glass, and served with a smile.
"Water."
Phat reached out to pick up the glass and used the other hand to pull Ran's soft hand to kiss.
"Thank you."
He said in a soft voice. His eyes were as soft as a fox. He was also amazed that at the moment when he was crazy stressed, but when he saw Ran's face, all the worries disappeared. And now his body was starting to feel a little more energetic. So the young man pulled his lover to sit on the lap, pushed his nostrils straight to the soft cheeks, lightly dragged down the jawline, and tucked into the throat. Wandering passionately in the scent of the fragrant body, he continued and trimmed throughout his body, doing more when Ran did not speak.
"What are you stressed about?"
The elder paused, then withdrew his face, raising her eyebrows.
"No," He refused, but after seeing the concern on the younger person's face, he explained a little more because he didn't want the other to worry about him. "There is a new job. So I have to think a little bit."
Ran didn't seem to believe that explanation. He slid himself down from his lap and looked at the elder's face with worried eyes.
"Please tell it to Ran. I may not be a help but I can listen and give you courage. "
It might be a simple sentence, as most people say. But with the architecture that lived alone, heard it and felt so deep that tears almost flowed. He wanted to bring Ran to hug and kiss his entire body.
"P'Phat."
Ran's voice drew Phat back to reality. He looked at his lover's face and was determined to turn down, but when he met the beautiful eyes that stare with care, he had to change his mind.
"Do you remember the work I’m doing?" He asked, choosing a less harsh word for opening sentences. When he saw the younger person, he listened carefully and continued. "The model that was contacted couldn’t come."
"Then find someone new," the young man advised. Although he did not know much about the process of the elder's work, but, watching TV and surfing the social world made Ran enough to understand a bit of his work. The architect sighed softly with a tired look before answering.
"Looking for new can be easy but the customers might not like them."
"Oh, and did they not tell you what kind of person they liked?"
"They did, but ..." The young man paused and sighed again. "The procurement department sent several pictures to choose from. The customer complained. Complaining that this didn't match what he had expected." He made a sound like boredom but didn't say anything further. The listener understood that the other person was worried and sighed as well.
"It's tough. Bad." Ran hissed as if he frowned, furrowing his brows to find a way. "So, shall we go down and walk outside? In the case of meeting people in your eyes."
Phat raised one eyebrow and smiled a little because of laughing at the kid's kidnapping’s idea, "It's not Kanom Krok, so it’s not easy to meet."
Ran made a protruding mouth and hammered.
"Better still than just sitting in the room." The elder then rubbed his fine hair tenderly.
"Oh, don't get angry, good man." The young man joked to Ran, who was serious with the thought he wanted to help.
"Not frowning, just ..." beautiful, slender eyebrows furrowed towards each other as if thinking hard. After pondering for a while and making a decision, a cute face looked up at the elder. "Send a picture of Ran to show him."
The elder paused, the fingers spreading the hair of the lover, playing and staring unexpectedly tightly.
"What?"
"P'Phat send a picture of Ran to the customer. If he likes Ran, Ran will be a model."
The young man couldn't believe his ears that he heard this sentence from his innocent little lover's mouth and even knew it was well-meaning. But would Ran understand that walking was not easy? And how much pressure was it to be in the sight of hundreds of people?
"Do you know what you’re saying?"
"I know." When the elder asked, the young man immediately answered with a big smile. "Ran watched YouTube about walking for a few days already."
The elder raised eyebrows in surprise because as far as he could see, Ran had often watched documentaries, animals, cooking, knowledge around him, or those traveling abroad.
"How come you turned your attention to fashion?"
"I see you working this way, so I studied it."
The young man replied with a proud expression. The elder raised his eyebrows a little higher.
"I design the stage."
"Ran knows. But for the stage that the elder designed, there must be someone dressed up nicely to walk, right? "
"I know it very well." Phat smiled.
"Ran would like to understand your work. P'Phat has always worked hard alone. Anything Ran can help, Ran would like to help."
The young man said while looking at his elder brother with a carefree gaze. "You won't get tired and you don't have to sit and worry like this."
What a story that made the listeners feel tired and exhausted. But the thing that made the elder sit and worry was not about work. But a white-cheeked person who was sitting in front of him.
The young man let out a long sigh. Try this hard, he must have to tell the truth.
"Ran!"
The tone was more serious than ever, indicating that what was being said was important. Ran moved, sat up straight, staring at the elder, did not lay eyes, ready to respond.
"Yes?"
"Phi" with the desire not to let his lover be a model, therefore he did not prepare any words. But the situation changed, the young man could not think of anything.
"What is it?" seeing the elder sitting stupidly and not saying anything. The bright-faced young man tilted his neck a little and asked. Phat inhaling air into his lungs before gently slipping his mouth out.
"The elders saw the picture of you on my mobile phone, so they ordered me to take you so they can see."
He chose the sentences carefully so that the younger man could easily understand. He's also in a bad mood, so he didn't want to say anything offensive. Those short words made the listener’s eyes big.
"Really?" The tone of voice was filled with excitement as the person spoke, sitting barely stuck. Ran whispered a little closer and squeezed his elder hand quite vigorously. "How about P'Phat?"
The young man asked enthusiastically, in contrast to the stressful situation.
"P'Phat..." The young man spaced out his words and breathed in his big lungs before looking at his lover's face. "P'Phat doesn’t want Ran to go."
Ran's face smoldered and his hands were unconsciously removed. Despite being disappointed that the elder did not allow him to go to work, the young man understood that the elder was very fond of and cared for him. But the desire to help ease the burden, so he couldn't help but ask.
"Why?"
"Because ..." Phat replied, but stopped and looked at his lover's face as if he was unsure whether he should be honest or not. When he saw a puzzled look in his big eyes, his heart was so weak that he had to let his mouth be honest.
"Phi doesn't want Ran to meet anyone."
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My Precious Doll (English Translation)
Teen Fiction📚COMPLETE BOOK 📚 Author : Gitsune Red Fox Translator : tofa
