Captain’s POV

Cap: I told P’Gun and P’Hyuk na khrab last night~

White: And what did they tell na Cap?

Cap: They told me to—support you as much as I can and then—they always have my back na khrab.

White: See~ I told you na khrab to be calm baby. Besides, it’s not as if I will let someone take you away from me na khrab. Have a little faith Cap~

Cap: hum~

White: You are over thinking~

Cap: I am not!

White: I know you very well Cap.

Cap: I can’t help it na khrab. How was it in Thailand anyway?

I sigh very deep that P’Gun who is playing with his phone and lying beside me can’t help but to look at me but didn’t ask anything.

White: Still bad na khrab. By the end of the week, Pa will have a trial and Mae is very scared na khrab. Pa told us not to be afraid because he didn’t do anything and someone is trying to frame him up—but I am also worried. If Pa will not be able to prove his innocence—then he might end up in jail na Cap~

My breathing hitch and again my surprisingly nosy P’ isn’t asking but he is looking at me every now and then. I ignore him but my fingers are shaking while typing my reply to my boyfriend.

Cap: Are you

I delete the message.

Cap: Do you need

Again, I delete it and type another reply.

Cap: I’ll be there soon na khrab

But still I delete. What could be the difference of me being there beside him and without me beside him? I am not the court. I don’t even know if his parents will accept our relationship.

White: Don’t worry Cap. Everything will be okay~

But why is he being so considerate to me?

Cap: I love you!

I typed at least and I can feel my heart breaking thinking that I might not say those words to him in the future.

White: Awww—my boyfriend is being cute~

White: I love you more~

And I press my phone on my chest where my heart is beating fast.

‘Captain—everything will be okay!’

I told myself.

I put down my phone on the night stand and pull the blanket up to my neck when finally, P’Gun talks, “Ai’Cap~” he called me and I still cover my body but look at his side, “Khrab P’?” I asked him.

P’ has this gentle smile on his lips—the kind that I always sees when we were young—when he will say something that can uplift me, “Would you like me to make a cup of warm milk for you na khrab?” a cup of milk—the magic cup of milk that P’ used to make when we were young. I seldom have nightmares before because we three love watching horror films but I ended up with bad dreams. When I cannot sleep at night—P’Gun will make a cup of warm milk for me and that is enough to make me sleep.

I crack a smile, “Will you—P’?” I asked shyly.

When we started attending high school, I stopped being childish in front of my older brothers. Even if I have nightmares or having a hard time sleeping—I didn’t dare to ask P’Gun to make a cup of milk for me. In fact—I tried making one for myself but didn’t have the same effect as P’Gun has.

P’ also cracks his gummy smile and hit my shoulder lightly, “Woie! Of course na kharb—I can make one for you~” he quickly pulled the blanket off his body and ready to stand up when he sudden turned towards me.

“Ai’Cap—you hold my phone first na khrab. Mark is texting na khrab—you reply okay?” but he didn’t wait for my reply because he already stands up and run fast out of the room.

My hand is hanging on mid-air with P’s phone on the bed.

“Did P’—really want me to—see their messages na khrab? I mean—what if—” I glance at the phone—trying to stop myself from think something, “WOIE! CAPTAIN! YOUR P’GUN ISN’T LIKE THAT!” I shouted at myself and hit my head.

‘Did I really think that P’ and P’Mark might have those—indecent type of messages na khrab? My P’Gun doesn’t even know what is french kiss na khrab~’

The phone suddenly lit up and when I glance at the screen, I saw P’Mark’s name on it.

I gulp the imaginary lump on my throat and grab the phone on the bed. The screen is still on and actually P’Gun is the type of person who puts a password just because we tell him to put one—he even let everyone knows what his password is.

I typed his birthday and the phone instantly bring be on Line application—on P’Mark’s line with an open chat box.

I inhale deeply before reading P’Mark’s reply.

Mark: Go make one na khrab~

“Make what?” I am confused so even though I know it’s wrong to run thru their previous conversation—I still scroll it up to read the entire conversation today.

Gun: Aww last night na Mark—P’Hyuk didn’t let you go with us na Mark I am so sad na khrab but P’Donghae made really good pad thai na khrab so I was too happy but P’Hyuk said Ai’Cap and I will sleep in one room while he will be with P’Donghae na khrab. Mark—why do you think P’Hyuk didn’t sleep with us? We can have like sleepover na khrab just like when we were young na woie~

I rolled my eyes. P’Gun messages are as long as when we are talking to him.

Mark: You are so innocent na Gun. Don’t let it bothers you. You know how much your P’Hyuk loves your P’Donghae right? He doesn’t want to make P’Donghae lonely na khrab so he slept in one room with him.

Gun: Ohhh!! Right!! You are so smart Mark. What will I do without your explanations na khrab?

Mark: Only my explanations? Aww I am so sad! I thought you will say ‘What will I do without Mark na khrab?’

Gun: Woie! P’! You aren’t going anywhere na khrab so why do I need to say that?

I can’t help it. I let out a handful of laughter with my P’s reply to his boyfriend. P’Gun really cannot help it. He is too pure for this world—especially for P’Mark. Anyway, I continue reading but the next reply was an hour ago—probably when I was busy thinking and messaging White.

Mark: Sleepy love?

Gun: Nope na khrab~

Gun: Mark—I think Ai’Cap isn’t okay.

Mark: Why? Is there something wrong na khrab? Do you want me to come over?

Gun: Woie! You cannot come over na khrab! P’Hyuk will know and he will be mad again na Mark and he will not like you and he will ask me to break up with you and I will say no and P’ will be upset about me na khrab and it will make me sad too and it will make Ai’Cap sad too!

Mark: 5 5 5 5 5 5 you are so funny Gun!

Gun: I am serious!

Mark: Fine fine! But why do you think Ai’Cap isn’t okay?

Gun: He keeps on sighing na khrab and looking at his phone then sigh again Mark. He is probably thinking about Ai’White and his problem na khrab but P’Hyuk and I talked to him and told him that we will be there for him~

It’s really funny how much P’Gun knows me. He might not understand a lot of things and might not be good in reading the situation very well but when it comes to me or to P’Hyuk—P’Gun is sharp.

Mark: It’s something that we cannot do anything about na Gun. Even if we want to make your Ai’ feels better—he still cannot because he keeps on thinking about Ai’White.

Mark: Gun—what do you do when Ai’Cap isn’t feeling well or when he is upset na khrab?

Gun: I tried na khrab not to talk to him. I think—sometimes—Ai’Cap thinks that I am talking too much. I do talk a lot na khrab and I know that Mark knows that but I cannot help it na woie~

Mark: 5 5 5 5 5 5

Gun: WOIE! DON’T LAUGH AT ME!

Mark: But you are cute talking too much Gun~

Gun: You only say that because you are my boyfriend na woie! but P’Hyuk got mad once at me na khrab because I talked too much and sometimes I see Ai’Cap ignoring me when I am talking too much so I thought maybe if Ai’ is upset na khrab—I will try not to talk too much.

“Where did you get that idea P’?” now I am starting to feel guilty.

When I am upset or sad, I don’t talk to people in general—not only to P’Gun—but I should try to explain it to P’. He misunderstood my actions.

Mark: I don’t think so na khrab Gun. Ai’Cap won’t feel that way towards you. He adores you so much!

‘Fine! I’ll give you points for defending me P’Mark~’

Gun: Still—he is messaging right now and I keep on looking at him na khrab but I don’t want to make him more upset so I only look but not say anything.

Mark: Does that make you sad Gun?

Gun: Of course!

Mark: When I am mad na khrab or sad and upset—I normally tried to stay away from people na khrab or sometimes I say bad words.

Gun: Why are you telling me that?

Mark: I promised you that when there’s something na khrab that you don’t understand—I will explain it to you.

Gun: But we haven’t fought na khrab Mark—and I don’t think we will fight too much too~

Mark: I just want you to know so that when I avoid people—you will not think that it’s because I don’t want to be around you na khrab anymore and when I say bad words—you will not feel upset because I didn’t mean to say any of those words—okay na khrab?

Gun: You are strange sometime na Mark but I will remember that ^^

I feel a light tug on my chest when I read the exchange of conversation between P’Mark and P’Gun. I doubt P’Mark too much but he knows how to keep his words. He doesn’t want to make a misunderstanding between him and P’Gun so he explained it very well to P’. I suddenly—envy them.

Mark: I am always weird but Gun accepted everything about me na khrab and I am so happy about it~

Mark: Anyway, don’t you have any other idea how to make Ai’Cap feel better?

Gun: Well—there is na woie but I haven’t done that for him for so long.

Mark: What is it?

Gun: Well—when we were young na khrab—I used to make a cup of warm milk for Ai’Cap and P’Hyuk na khrab.

Mark: Warm milk? For Ai’Cap and P’Hyuk?

Gun: We all love watching scary movies but P’Hyuk always say it’s not scary na khrab but he is the same with Ai’Cap na woie. When Ai’Cap cannot sleep because of scary movies and nightmares—I used to make him warm milk but I always sees P’Hyuk’s room lights still on so after a while, I started making warm milk for P’Hyuk too. It helps both of them to sleep well na khrab but I don’t drink milk because it makes my stomach upset~

Mark: Then—why don’t you make warm milk for Ai’Cap tonight?

Gun: Do you think it will work na khrab?

Mark: It will—because you make it.

Then the next message is the replied I’ve read a while ago. I can’t help but to smile widely while shaking my head. These two—they are so—pure. I know that P’Mark isn’t as pure as P’Gun but their relationship is so wholesome.

Gun: P’—this is Captain na khrab. P’Gun went downstairs to make warm milk na khrab.

I replied and didn’t wait for the response because the door opened already reviling P’Gun with two cups on his hands.

He closes the door using his feet and put the other cup on night stand beside him and give the other one to me, “Thank you na P’~” I said happily—feeling like a child again.

I blow the warm milk while P’ is settling himself on the bed again, “It’s just a milk na khrab Ai’Cap. I can always make it for you,” he said happily too but I wonder—why does he have 2 cups? He said he doesn’t drink milk.

I took a quick sip and memory flashes when we were young.

Flashback

“P’~” 12 years old me is crying while hugging the pillow and covering half of my face. Every time I close my eyes, I keep on seeing the big snake swallowing me whole.

My blanket is wet already because I’ve been crying for good 15 minutes already.

This isn’t the first time I’ve had the similar experience with horror movies but most of the time, P’Hyuk will come over and hug me until I fall asleep but P’Hyuk isn’t home today. He sleepover at P’Singto’s house because they have school project.

When I am having nightmares, P’Gun doesn’t know what to do so he usually calls P’Hyuk but again—P’Hyuk isn’t around so I can’t help but call out P’Gun.

The door creeks open and I close my eyes tightly because the sound is like something out of horror film.

“Ai’Cap~” I heard my brother’s voice so I quickly pulled the blanket off my face and I feel so sweaty because it’s so hot and I am covering my whole body. I open my eyes and more tears flow out from it, “P’Gun~” I said with low tone because my voice is getting hoarse for crying too much.

P’Gun smiles at me and wipe the sweat off my forehead, “Woie! It’s so hot na khrab Ai’Cap—don’t cover yourself,” he said, still smiling. P’ isn’t afraid of horror films no matter how scary the film that we are watching.

I sniff couple of times but my tears are still continuous.

“Come on—sit down na khrab. P’ made a cup of warm milk for you na khrab,” he said brightly. “Warm—milk—na P’?” I said between my sobs.

P’ nods his head, “hum—warm milk na khrab. Mae said that milk can make us sleepy na khrab so maybe—this will work~” he explained briefly.

There’s no harm of trying so I sit on the bed, “Here~” he handed me the warm milk and I accepted it. It’s still making steam so I am sure it’s still hot and to cool it down, I blow some air.

P’ is looking at me still with his smile, “P’ can sing for Ai’Cap na khrab if you want. I’m sorry na khrab for asking you to watch scary movie tonight—I forgot that P’Hyuk isn’t around tonight na Ai’ so he cannot give you a hug.” P’ said and the smile is gone so I shake my head a bit—good enough not to spill the milk on my bed.

“I also—like watching—na P’—but I am—always—scared,” I said again between my sobs.

When I am sure enough that the milk is good enough to drink, I took a quick sip.

The taste is like what normal milk taste like but somehow—it makes my tummy warm. I sip again—and again—and again—and again—until I emptied the cup and P’ put it on my night stand.

I feel so drowsy that the moment P’Gun put down the cup, my eyes are half closing already, “P’~” I called with softly.

“khrab?”

“Make milk—for me again—when I am—scared~”

And I drifted off.

End of Flashback

P’ is looking at me. The same look he gave me when I first tried the warm milk he made.

“P’~” I called him.

“khrab?”

Still the same response.

I smile at him and put the milk near my lap, “You are going to give that other cup na khrab to P’Mark—right?” I asked him and look pass him. I can still see steam on the cup.

P’ suddenly blushes—like his cheeks turned light shade of red, “Will you—tell—P’Hyuk?” he asked slowly. Since when did my P’ turned back into a high school boy?

I shook my head, “I will not P’. Hurry up na khrab—the milk will gets cold~”

P’ chuckled before looking one last time at me, “I will be right back na khrab Ai’Cap. I’ll just hand the cup to Mark na khrab~” he said again and I know he will. There’s no way P’ will stay over at P’Mark’s room.

I nod, “Hum—hurry up P’~” and I raise the cup again near my mouth and took another sip.

When the door shut again, “P’Gun—thank you na khrab—for always taking good care of me,” I mumbled.

And just like magic—I can feel the same warm feeling inside my tummy and the slowly drowsiness as I continue drinking the cup of warm milk that P’Gun made for me.

THIS IS TOOOOOOOOOOO SOFT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!