Ben is trying his best to stay happy in a relationship with his P'Boy who is eighteen years his senior. Ben is starting to feel suffocated by what Ben feels are unreasonable demands and expectations from P'Boy. Was it a mistake to commit to someone...
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Boy's POV
Even as I was driving my car out of the condo parking lot I was already thinking frantically who among my friends would be willing to put me up for the night.
I sure was not going to sleep at my parents' house. They had strongly disapproved of me getting involved with someone eighteen years younger than me. They had predicted that our relationship would not go well and would not last long. I did not need them telling me "We told you so." Not tonight when I felt like I was going berserk. Anything could set me off and I would end up doing something violent either to myself or to another person.
I tried my best to focus on the traffic. I carefully avoided a pedestrian who was absentmindedly crossing my path while talking on his phone. I suppressed the urge to yell at the careless pedestrian. It would be wrong of me to take out my emotional turmoil on an innocent person. It wasn't his fault that my very young boyfriend had cheated on me with his ex.
I drove down the busy street without any idea where I would go.
I mentally ticked off in my mind the people I could possibly ask to put me up for the night.
I almost hit the back of a red jeep when my phone started to ring.
The ring tone was generic so it wasn't Ben.
I switched to the slower lane so that I could pull my phone out of my pocket.
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For those who might not know him, his name is Guy Sivakorn Lertchuchot. He played the role of the Prince in the Thai BL series "Memoir of Rati". Before "Memoir of Rati" he appeared in other BL dramas such as "2Gether" in a supporting role.
When I saw on my screen that it was my university colleague Guy Sivakorn calling, I decided to pull over to the curb. Why had I not thought of him. Among all the other professors at the University he was the one I got along with very well.
"Hello," I said on the phone, doing my best not to let him sense the agitation that I was feeling.
"P'Boy," he said. "I was wondering..."
"How many times do I have to tell you not to use any honorific on me," I interrupted him. "We are on the same level at the University. No need to talk formally to each other."
"Sorry," he said. "The reason I called is because I was wondering if you could help me brainstorm for my upcoming lecture on Monday."
"Actually, I'm on the road right now," I said. "If you want I can drive over to your house and we can brainstorm together."
"Are you sure?" he asked. "Because that would be great!"
"I'm absolutely sure," I replied. "In fact, I could spend the whole weekend with you if you wish."
"That would be so cool!" he exclaimed. "Let me text you my address right now."
In less than three seconds my phone sounded his incoming text.
I placed his address on my phone map. I set my phone on the phone holder on my dashboard.
In my great excitement and relief that I was able to find someone with whom I could spend the night, I got careless and forgot to look behind me before driving back into the street.
I had barely joined the traffic when I heard a deafening sound before I felt a sharp pain all over my body.
"He's regaining consciousness." I heard a voice above me.
"Keep still," I heard another voice on my left side.
I felt a needle being inserted into my left arm. It hurt but the pain there was nothing compared to the pain on the whole right side of my body.
I tried to talk but just trying to open my mouth hurt a lot.
"You have been in a car accident," said someone who was standing beside me.
I could not even turn my head to see his face because any small movement I made hurt like hell.
"We are going to give you a very strong pain medication intravenously," said the person on my left side, the one who must have inserted the needle into my left arm.
"It will manage the pain but it will put you to sleep," the medical staff said.
I wanted to say that I hoped that whatever pain medication it was, that it would put me to sleep forever.
