M1nnyz: You were so annoying earlier.
558716489: You were screaming like a buffalo getting tickled.
Nongbankkkkk: Brother Laem, where do I click to buy Bitcoin, bro?
Somphongpennongsomchai: My little brother has been a dumb person all his life, but when he heard that damn Laem playing games earlier, he screamed so loudly that it was more annoying than a damn asshole! My parents were trembling and shedding tears. Primm, the dog that usually barks in front of the house, was silent. Thank you for bringing happiness back to my family.
"Stop acting tough, no one will understand my pain. Earlier, Tee was sawing wood so calmly and quietly. Hasn't he gone to meditate?" The owner of the reading channel kept typing without stopping, but Laem was a ghost in the game. He just startled Tee by briefly shining a flashlight on his face, and Tee's head heated up and he ran after him, annoyed. Is it such a big deal to be alone, Laem? Is your boyfriend there? Run and bother Tee a bit, then.
"Are you going to tease Tee?"
"Fuck off! I'm going to check my own face in the mirror to see if I'm more handsome today than yesterday."
"Fine, go then. There's no one to console you." It smelled of the boredom of its own self-obsession. But scolding it now would be a waste of energy because just breathing at this moment was exhausting enough. And in the evening, its friend, who had been dragging the ball around, came back from playing football, drenched in sweat.
While waiting for the Laem team, he went to the refrigerator to get a large bottle of soda and then came back to sit with its legs crossed on the chair, rotating its eyes, seemingly motionless. In the meantime, there were comments from beloved friends and fans of the song that kept pouring in, praising it endlessly, as if they were troubled children waiting for advice and comfort. Golden, the glass-holding goalkeeper, was confused.
During the tense wait, the voice it heard was not from a friend on the team who had gone to do personal matters, but rather a soft knocking sound followed by a gentle click, twice, accompanied by the slow opening of a well-sharpened door lock. The eyes turned to the rotating coil followed by the arms and face that appeared, along with a small smile that quickly captured the heart of the leather-wearing player just now.
"Are we offbeat or not?"
"Oh..." No response greeted him. The spirit signaled that the stream was still live, so if he didn't want to be scolded, he had to keep his mouth shut and put on a poker face. He glanced at the chat screen, 'Whose voice is that? Whose voice is so charming?' Then he realized he had to do something foolish.
"I... I saw us streaming, so..." The person who came didn't act appropriately either. He looked at the boss and alternated his gaze between him and the screen. It was great that the boss cared enough not to substitute himself with 'me and you' like before. Otherwise, there would have been countless questions about who the polite speaker was, because the people around the boss were nothing but a bunch of losers, at best some lackeys.
"A friend from my senior batch at the faculty, we got to know each other when we went out for drinks. Come here!" The sharp-faced kid waved his hand, beckoning the person at the door to come into the frame. Today, the boss seemed to have prepared himself well, dressed normally like common people, not wearing a tied-up suit.
The boss placed the car keys and mobile phone on the computer table. He rested his left hand on his head, while his right hand and foot rested on the table as he leaned down to look into the camera.
"Hello."
YuYee55555: Greeeeeeeeeeeat! So handsome!
UwU1999: Wow, you did a great job! Let the dog move away and sit next to him, and then help me sit in front of the screen. Can you stay for three hours?
Samsama: Those big smiles from the girls are impressive. It's a pity that guys can't do it. Sad, sad, sad.
The boss probably isn't used to being on camera and doing live broadcasts like this. But I see the effort to put on a smiling face, which is quite charming. He gave up his seat to the other party before pulling another chair to sit next to them.
"You didn't say you would come."
"Do people with room keys have to announce it?"
Wait, I'm not going to ask such a question directly in front of the camera, or else... Oops.
Laem closed the microphone and looked at the other person. Then he sat down with a smile. The girls were excited. Handsome, so handsome. It's bad. Laem's attention shifted and he closed the camera temporarily.
"Now they can't hear us, right?" The boss pointed to the screen, pausing for a moment.
"Who said I would sleep early today?"
"It depends on when you invite me to sleep."
"What? Are you planning to stay overnight?"
"I've prepared my pajamas. If you don't give them to me, I'll just sleep in them." Good at playing around. Laem teased him and the boss looked like he wanted to pinch his nose, but he seemed to be holding back. Well, it's good that the camera is off, but it seems like he's testing the boss. Yeah, a good wife must know how to take care of her husband's appearance.
But the joyful heart hasn't reached its peak yet. Those pair of eyes looked down and fixed on the rectangular packet on the computer table. Laem's eyes remained smiling, scanning the person next to him, before finally reaching out slowly to grab the cigarette pack, hoping to hide it in his trouser pocket. However, in the midst of that calmness, the boss grabbed his wrist first.
"It's okay, just smoke if you want to."
"Since I came back, I haven't smoked at all, really. The last time was just before kicking the ball."
"Okay."
"Are you angry?"
"I'm not angry. I'm being honest."
"I want to kiss you, but that's it. My mouth only smells like cigarettes." As he spoke, he felt that something was wrong. If the boss frowned and looked serious, he would probably kick him back to using lemongrass and ginger instead of this stubbornness. "I'll reduce it to three a day, and then gradually quit it."
"That's why my hubby, who is older than me, agreed to sit like a puppy and let me pat his head.
"At first, I told you to quit because I didn't like the smell of it. But now, do you know why?" Oh well, let's just burn it. Is it okay to throw away this pack of cigarettes?
"Sometimes my mouth is empty, like I wants to put something in my mouth, suck it, and blow out the smoke." The kid imitates with an open mouth, wondering how he will react. It's like patting someone's head, just keeping it as a deadwood stance.
Boss Just smiled lightly and got up to unzip the bag, then walked back with a transparent box full of various flavored candies to choose from. He tilted his head and looked at the person who picked the cola flavor, opened the packet, and handed it to him at the level of his lips, as if to say, "Here you go."
Oh, how silly it is to act like a dog, but ask if I'm willing to do it. At this point, I have to be considerate.
"If your teeth break, I'll pay for the dental treatment."
"Five million, please." He looked at the puffed cheeks from the candy kisses, smiled, and leaned back against Cherr, glancing at the other person tasting the sweetness like a kid.
"Are you up for another game? I'll go sit on the bed and read for a while."
"Oh, the guys are probably cursing me and leaving me behind." Laem turned his face towards the screen, opened Discord, and found a message from Zo saying that the brothers had already started playing and were ignoring him.
"It seems like this kid is being left behind."
"Those guys have no patience. It's okay. I'll go find another game to play. Hey, you guys! I'm done playing. Answer me!!!" Laem opened his microphone and talked to his brothers.
(I thought you died just now. I almost called a temple and a monk for my stomach ache.)
"You make the reservation first, Brother Tee. I'll beg for food."
(Where did you go, Laem? I saw you turn off the camera just now.)
"I'm saving the world."
(Oh really? But someone in the chat room said there's a handsome guy looking for you. Who could it be?)
"..."
(Brother Tee, where are you running off to? Zo is behind you. Come back quickly and attack Zo's head.)
Thank goodness Jack know how to help suppress Tee's mouth during a time when everyone in the world was watching the livestream.
"I'll play PUBG with you in a moment. When we're done, let's go to the hall and make some noise together."
"I'm already in the spare room and I'm opening the camera again. Some people are missing, but there are still true fans left. Let's wait and see what happens. Why did you suddenly disappear without saying anything?"
"Well, let me go first—" As soon as I realized I was in front of the camera, the person who wasn't good at impersonating didn't act correctly anymore. It was never difficult for him, but when he tried to impersonate me with this kid, he felt embarrassed, just like me.
"Let's play together. I'll teach you how to play." Gun wanted to refuse because he didn't like doing things he wasn't good at, but he couldn't resist the gaze and insistence of the other person.
"You'll make us look bad."
"Well, think about it. No one has been good at it since birth except me. Seriously, come over here." The stubborn kid moved the chair aside, held his hand, placed it on the keyboard and mouse, and ended with a hand gesture, suggesting that Gun should sit down.
"F0ngll donates 100 baht: It's okay, brother. Just by sitting here, you can win hundreds of times, I'm sure."
"wwwww donates 50 baht: Fight, brother!"
"b0nv0yage: Give it a try, if you play well, I'll follow and watch your personal channel, brother."
Playing PS4 on the TV in the condo already gives me a headache, but now he has to play on three screens at once. One screen shows a control panel of some kind, the middle screen is for gaming, and the right side is for reading comments from viewers. The annoying kid kept flexing his big arms. If it were before, Gun would have thought he was being teased, but judging from the occasional glances he gave, Gun thought that the other side probably wanted him to experience another world that this kid enjoyed.
The screen changed to a new game. Of course, as a developer, Gun had to study games extensively. He tried to find information and explore them on his own as much as possible because he wanted to increase his knowledge. He could ask the employees at the company for their opinions on the pros and cons of each game, and he had watched the live broadcast of the bratter's team several times. So he had some basic knowledge of these games.
"Okay, let me randomly find a team so that I have someone to help me." The character on the screen dressed strangely, waiting for a teammate. It didn't take long for the system to arrange seven more players. "Let's have a big party. It's warm here."
While waiting for the countdown for the plane to take off, the character of more than eighty people made lively movements, jumping up and down or greeting in a way that, if you could call it gamer language, would be considered as "noob." Gun looked at the person next to him, who was concentrating, and gave him encouragement.
"Let's support the new faces of gamers with a donation, but if it's less than a hundred baht don't read the names, don't talk to poor people."
Nicksoi2 donates 30฿: "Is there anything wrong with donating this amount, asshole?"
"No, it's okay. I'll take the 30฿. I'm hungry."
Nicksoi2 donates 500฿: "Don't mess with me."
BenyaphA donates 101฿: "For my handsome brother, love you."
BoyloveNing donates 50฿: "What's the problem with my donation? It's none of your business."
"Thank you so much, bro. Twitch will deduct the money. With 30฿, I can't even buy somtam with ity. So, please give me another 3,000฿, bro." Gun raised his hand to cover his mouth while laughing at the kid's playful mode, creating a laughter.
Laem, with a mischievous smile, looked at the serious-looking man who had just appeared and was focused on reading the comments on the screen and the donation from fan club members in the anti-room. He saw the boss smiling slightly before bursting into laughter without holding back. The person who created the atmosphere, hiding the pressure, was smiling because of the game, so he laughed along.
The game started with finding the coordinates to parachute onto a certain part of the map. Laem's teammates opened their mics and spoke in English, and Laem explained for viewers to understand what the team were talking about. Honestly, he wasn't annoyed by teaching them how to play. Even though the boss looked confused, he still glanced down at his own fingers on the keyboard alternating with the screen, making him very kissable.
"Let them jump down first. We haven't played yet. Don't jump too soon, otherwise, we'll die and it won't look good." He heard the foreigners calling them Asians who spoke the same language as them and even jumped down at the wrong spot from what they discussed. Well, it's not a big deal to play like this since those who curse them knew that they understood the language, which was not good.
If the boss jumps down in the same spot as the team members, there's a chance they'll be wiped out because most of the skilled players and the arrogant ones will jump down to Pecado. They compete to see who lands on the ground and grabs the gun first. Running around while the opponent already has a gun is not a good idea. There's a chance of getting shot and dying within two minutes of the game.
"That green jerk doesn't listen to anyone. Why don't you play alone, huh? Asshole." (The test is in english)
"They keep insulting us. Just wait till we encounter China Number One." The team members die quickly, from eight down to three. They die stupidly and then bring up insults to the remaining players. What can they do to someone who has just started playing? Even though Laem's character is fully equipped with armor, the player is a company owner with no experience.
"Watch your language, please." (ช่วยระวังคำพูดหน่อยได้ไหมครับ?)
Boss, you've been patient enough. It's excessive karma that randomly brings across an annoying foreigner with a foul mouth. It doesn't end after two rounds, but it keeps provoking throughout the game instead of quitting and starting anew.
"Why? Any problem? You're so fucking noob. What an idiot." (ทำไม มีปัญหาไร ก็มึง กาก ห่าเอ๊ย)
"Uhuh. How is a pro now? Ahh, I see. You just got a headshot so you're just watching me play." (ครับ แล้วตอนนี้คนเก่งทำอะไรอยู่ อ่า โดนยิงหัวแตกตายไปแล้วก็เลยได้ แต่มองผมเล่นสินะ)
"Wanna know me? What about PVP in other games? I dare you." (เก่งไม่เก่ง 1-1 กับ กูเกมอื่นได้นะ เอาปะล่ะ?)
"Are you five years old? What a sore loser." (คุณเป็นเด็กห้าขวบหรือไง ขี้แพ้ชวนตีจริง ๆ)
"I can find your house. You son of a bitch." (กูตามไปถึงบ้านมึงได้นะ!!! ห่าราก!!!)
"Yeah, me too. I can also find your house and step on your dead body." (ครับ ผม ก็ตามไปเหยียบศพคุณถึงบ้านได้เหมือนกัน)
"Damn... speaking with a British accent..." Laem raised his hand and pointed while grinning. Gun, feeling as if he saw the first boss approaching, was amazed by the skill of that sharp-tongued person. As for those who watched, they were both amazed and terrified.
The person who was insulted had reached the boiling point, angrily grabbed a big gun and started shooting at the player who had been bugging him until he snapped. The monitor screen suddenly displayed the message that he had killed one. Damn, it felt awesome!!!
"How dare you! My boss is the best! Don't mess with my boss!!! You son of a b*tch!!! Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!!!" The person with the flushed face and scowling forehead was forced to restrain himself as his mouth was clamped shut, leaning against the force.
"Language."
"But they were insulting the boss, what did I do wrong?"
"The problem is your voice was in my ears at full volume. It felt like you were insulting me as well," the stubborn kid's nose scrunched up as if he didn't want to admit it. Gun knew that Cher liked to use foul language while playing, but he didn't think about changing his behavior, like smoking. He just wanted to see a little mischief in his dimly lit house, nothing more.
Thanawath: Slap him on the head. I saw Tee doing it often.
Vivian00: That jerk is so annoying. Hahaha.
FridayNigh7: Let him play on his own, Laem. Don't push too hard. He's doing well already.
LunaMoonFang: Can I chip in? Rebellion #TeeLaem for a moment.
Finally, the game ended with killing one character. The boss looked exhausted, evident from his tired face. He requested to end the stream and left the team behind. As soon as the screen went off, Coach Number One turned his chair and gently pulled his student's cheek.
"Headache?"
"No, I had a lot of fun."
"Let it be real. Don't try to please me. It's fine if it's not trendy. It doesn't matter anyway," Gun said, allowing the little kid to massage his temples before leaning down on his shoulder warmly.
"I really had fun. Let's play again another day," he said.
"Sure. The boss is getting restless. I haven't even taken a shower after kicking the ball. Look at this mess," Laem replied, hugging his head and leaving it there.
"Give me a hug first. I miss you so much."
"Annoying. Why would you miss me? We just saw each other on Sunday."
"But it's already Thursday. For the past three days, I've felt nauseous and almost vomited every day. Did you know?"
"What's wrong? did you get food poisoning?" Laem widened his eyes, grabbed Boss's shoulders, and shook them gently.
"Really? Seriously? You talk to me every day and never mentioned anything. What's wrong with you? Tell me," Laem said, becoming worried.
"It seems like it's a longing. That's why I felt nauseous..."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
He blushed on his own and grinned, covering his face out of embarrassment. He let the kid complain and even gently tapped him without stopping.
"But I'm serious. I miss you and I miss playing games."
"Oh, let me take you to play with Zo. He's a top-tier player internationally. His shots are incredibly precise and fast. He doesn't compete because he's focused on the games we're playing only."
"That's even better. I want to play with you alone."
"Oh... Zo doesn't talk much. He's a cute kid. Everyone adores him," Laem said.
"You're cuter."
"What? I told you not to talk like that. Is it better if I use my hands? Huh?" Laem threatened, staring at him but still smiling.
"Cute and handsome, right? Very strong."
"Well, explain it to me later - damn it!!" He grumbled while slumping into a chair as if he didn't care, almost falling backward but luckily the boss grabbed his arm in time.
"You've already captured my heart."
"Really? I feel like I've fallen to the edge of the world, thinking I was going to die." He sighed deeply and looked up, blaming the spare chair. "Stupid chair, you make me look bad."
"When we were in front of people earlier, I didn't hear you call me 'P' at all."
"It stuck in my throat, but I was about to call you."
"Why? Don't you like my name?" He raised an eyebrow and looked at him with a playful smile, lightly flicking his finger.
"It's not that I don't like it, but I feel embarrassed."
"Then try calling it once, can you? There's no one else now, only me and you."
Seeing that the other person remained silent, the mischievous boy lowered his gaze as if erasing the logic behind calling his name like that. Gun slowly exerted force to pull the other person down to sit on his lap, which clearly demonstrated that someone who had never done this before must be extremely skilled.
"I'm heavy and smelly, let me say it for the second time." He knew exactly what he meant by that, so Tee must laugh until tears almost fell. If he knew that he was so short that he had to sit on someone's lap like this.
"Call me 'P' quickly."
"I won't call, let me go. I'm going to take a shower."
"Why are you angry? You were just expressionless a moment ago?"
"I'm not angry."
"Tell 'P' a little bit."
"Stop calling yourself that, alright? If you're really angry, do you have to sit on Boss's lap and talk like this, do you know it's derogatory?"
"Don't you like it?"
"Well, get up and switch places first." No matter how heavy he was, he fought at this moment to show that he could carry him.
Gun smiled and nodded, understanding. As soon as he stood up, the mischievous boy sat down in his place and slapped his own face, as if saying, 'I can handle it, 'P', leave it here!!!'
"Hey, why are you standing there waiting? Sit down."
Boss stood smiling while his face turned red from kicking the soccer ball, as if he was thinking something in his heart. Both of them communicated without words. The eye contact lasted for several seconds, and Boss knew he had to apologize before Cher came out.
"Gun, it's so hot. Just calling your name, why is it so hard to say? Is it a love confession? Cher's eyes blinked and he saw that Boss was about to cover his mouth, even redder than before when he spoke. Are you embarrassed too? Then let's turn this crisis into an opportunity, let's go with the flow and return to our normal state.
"Gun."
"Yes..."
"Gun, Gun, Dun."
"...Goodbye for now."
"Gun, Phi."
The last strand of restraint had finally snapped. The young man dropped to his knees in the middle of spreading his legs in soccer shorts and leaned down to meet Cher's cheek, gently kissing it, matching the cuteness that made his heart tremble. Did he just hearing his own name from the mouth of someone he liked cause his heart to flutter so much, even though he was younger?
Their lips collided and interlocked so tightly that they almost ran out of breath. His tongue, teasing and exploring, made him want to stay like this for a while longer. Gun hoped that Cher felt the same.
He withdrew his lips slightly and locked eyes with the person in front of him, letting his gaze express all the feelings he had. Not everyone could make him feel like this, and Gun wanted Cher to be that person, the only person.
The young man lowered his gaze to Cher's fingertip, which lightly touched his lips. Did he think about him too? That's what he wanted to ask. But Gun turned it into a gesture, extending his tongue to lightly greet the tip of Cher's finger, a gentle kiss alternating with a soft lick. And Cher didn't withdraw his finger or make any unnecessary gestures, because Gun was moving his face closer and whispered softly, "Gun" for the last time.
Now, can you guess who will initiate the next kiss?
TBC