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ลำดับตอนที่ #2 : You’re not the one
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You’re not the one
[Vee Vivis]
“Hic!” Uh…” I hold up the guy who was of a similar height as me and entered the house. He roams around everywhere, kicking the wall pillars and skipping the steps up the stairs. But eventually I manage to bring him up to the second floor.
My house is behind the university. It’s a two-story structure. The front side opens as a motorcycle repair shop, while the back side is divided into my parent’s master bedroom, the kitchen, and the bathroom. There’s a lounge area that is not that big, though cozy. The bedrooms on the second floor are occupied by my elder brother and myself. I bring the drunkard into my bedroom, thinking that perhaps I should thank him for making me come here. I’m usually sleeping over at my girlfriend’s…
It’s not like I’m using her, though. The room is listed under her name, but I’m the one who’s paying for it. I’m not a rich guy but can afford to take care of one girl.
“Ughhh, P’Bar!” He complains and takes a few futile swings at the wall, eventually choosing to lean on it instead. I ignore him, thinking I’d already done enough just to bring him here in one piece. It took ages to get him up, and the dude is the same size as I am, let alone a raucous drunk. He slides down and slaps the floor repetitively, murmuring out Bar’s name as his eyes well with tears.
“Stand up properly, Mark.” I suggest while pulling his arms up, though he swipes my hands away.
“Not good! P’Bar…it’s not you…not good!” He bawls, pointing at my face and shaking his head.
“I ain’t Bar…but I brought you here.”
“P’Bar…break up with him. Break up!”
“Mark!” I swipe his finger away and counter, “Why you! I’m also as drunk as you are!”
Why you!...? Who the hell are y…” He points at my face again, scrapes the wall to get himself up and approaches my face before backing off.
“Watch your language! I’m your senior.” I gave him a stern look.
“What’s all the ruckus, Vee? You’re gonna wake dad up.” My elder brother asks crossly.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” I reply before pulling the other guy’s arm towards me.
“Lemme go!” Mark complains into my face.
“To the room, bastard!” I snap back and usher him into my bedroom.
“Who the hell’s this? Never seen him before.” You asks me before closing the door, his sharp eyes locked on Mark.
“A junior.” I reply.
“Like guys?” He asks while flashing his eyebrows.
“You crazy? I got a girlfriend, a gal” I answer. He knows about her. Just by bringing a guy back home doesn’t mean my tastes have changed.
“I didn’t mean you.” He clarifies himself while staring deeper into the room. My eyes follow his, and they stop at the junior.
“How can you tell?”
“Birds of a feather flock together.” He implies while giving me a playful smirk before retreating back to his room.
I look at my brother’s closed door and then turn my attention once again towards the fella on the bed. My brother is a senior at the Faculty of Architecture. He’s born just a year before me, so I don’t address him as “P’” (“elder brother”) and he doesn’t mind. We don’t really hang out together as we have different interests. He’s introverted while I’m sociable. He enjoys locking himself up with his miniature models while I help dad with the garage downstairs. Unlike me, he likes to draw and design. He’s bisexual whereas I’m straight. We are dissimilar but understand and love each other. Although we rarely display our affection, I understood his glance just now.
“P’Bar…” Mark tests my patience with every murmur. I was already upset with my girlfriend and stressed out with studies, and here I am having to deal with this nonsense.
“Why so lovey-dovey. Did you even get to know him yet?” I grumble to myself, insinuating my displeasure though he probably wouldn’t notice.
“Ya wouldn’t know cause ya ain’t me.” He Barks back.
“Yeah! So that’s why I’m askin’.’” I hiss in return.
“Not tellin’ ya! Ya ain’t P’Bar…get me P’Bar!” He demands while sitting up at the edge of the bed. His long hands tug at my collar and draw my face near to his.
“Lemme go, Mark!” I seeth and try to tell him mildly. No senior likes for juniors to pull at their collar.
“I ain’t lettin’ go! P’Bar…I ain’t ever lettin’ go…” He utters while planting his face on my neck, removing his hands from my collar to wrap them around my neck instead. I freeze and let him hold me. I had never done such things with men. Although some cuties had circled me before, I’ve never even held hands with any guy. Yes, I’ve talked to a few but just in passing. So a deep-toned voice resonating in my ear and a strong arm around my neck gave me an uneasy feeling.
“Let me go…” I press my voice low and unpeel his hands.
“Ain’t lettin’ go…P’Bar…I really like ya.” He asserts.
“Da fuck!” I shout out loud upon feeling the moisture on my neck. Mark had stuck his tongue out and was licking me here and there.
“Uhmm…be mine” He says while kissing my jawbone, before trying to stretch himself up to my standing position.
“Mark, why you…lemme go.”
Thump!
I push him away only for him to pull me down with him. Are drunkards always this strong? Mark wraps his arms around my neck and gazes into my eyes. He has oval-shaped eyes and a well-proportioned nose and mouth. He wasn’t the most handsome, certainly not as much as Bar’s new love interest “Kan” Tossakan, but he has his own enticing charms. If one were to ask why he can’t compete with Kan, even though they were not yet an item, the answer would be simple.
He isn’t the one.
This excuse has been used throughout the ages. Mark is Mark. Mark isn’t Kan. The one Bar likes is Kan, not Mark.
“Please stay with me. Be mine…”
“Why do I have to be yours? No…why does Bar have to be yours?” I ask him while his hands are still wrapped around me.
“If P’Bar stays with me…P’Bar will not be with Kan.” He replies slowly but with conviction, his charming oval eyes filled with jealousy. I appreciate his firm resolve, but hate his mindset. Bar’s my friend and his senior, I don’t like it even when he thinks of him as more than a senior, but this is too much…
“No matter how many times you do him he won’t ever like you back…” I contend while leaning into his face, “Bar likes Kan” I spell out the words slowly and clearly into Mark’s face. His sharp and piercing eyes lose a bit of gleam.
“Likes Kan…likes Kan?”
“Yeah…ugh!...” I don’t even have time to finish my reply before he presses me down and forces his lips on me, his moist tongue slithering its way into my mouth, eventually succeeding. Mark’s a good kisser…though a bit aggressive. His tongue reaches everywhere, stirring up excitement and a weird sensation inside me. What’s weirdest and worst, though, is that I respond to his kissing.
The long tongue unknowingly hooks with the moist one that comes searching for it. I adjust the angle of my face to better play with his tongue, taking in the bittersweet taste of whiskey that permeates his mouth. He kisses me back passionately, his long hands firmly pressing my neck in a swaying, tantalizing motion.
“Why do ya like him…” He exclaims into my mouth. “Why do ya like him, P’Bar?!”
“The heck would I know? And why the hell ya yellin’ at me for?” I retort.
“Hmph! You like him that much huh…you like him that much…”
Thump!
He flips my body and gets on top of me, staring at me with an intent that I can’t comprehend. He smirks at me before smacking me with one more kiss, then lowers down to bite and suck hard at my neck.
“Ya fuckin’ bastard! Whaddaya think you’re doin’?” I shove him away and pull at his hair so that he could see my face. The pairs of eyes that stare back at me are filled with rage.
“I’m gonna do you…if P’Bar’s mine, I wanna know what Kan would do.” His reasoning was the last straw for me. The ounce of pity I had for him evaporated entirely. I hide the guilt I felt for kissing him into a corner of my heart, stare into his glowing eyes and sneer at his sinister thought.
“Before you do Bar…I’m gonna make you mine first.”
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