Gun’s POV

I run to the other side of the street leaving the two love birds today.

‘What do you expect Gun? Of course, no one will run after you na khrab~’

I reminded myself. Actually, P’Donghae was teasing me that I am so bitter about people in a relationship these days. I am not sure why but I don’t like seeing them so in love in front of me—especially Ai’White and Ai’Cap. Before, Ai’Cap wasn’t in a relationship so I was happy chatting with him and dissing our friends who are in a relationship but now he is so busy playing with Ai’White.

As I run, I notice that people keep on staring at me and I don’t need to ask why. It’s all because of my new hair color. When I got back home last night, my family keeps on complimenting me. They said that I look paler. Nong Heemi and P’Hyuk said I look like a kpop idol. Mae and Pa said I look so handsome. P’Heechul said he can sell me now but I am not sure why he said that because I am not for sale, and P’Donghae said I will have a lover soon.

My hair color is called turquoise which is a mixture between blue and green. “Keep your head up na khrab!” I told myself before continue running and shooting people using my water gun. I am dripping wet already but it doesn’t really matter because this is the reason for Songkran.

I keep on running around and people keeps on throwing and spraying water to me and me being competitive is spraying water back to them though I know it’s useless. I am running while group of people are running after me –well not only me because I formed an alliance to some people here and now a war is starting and I am shouting loudly like whenever I am performing on stage, “FIRE BACKKKKK!!!” I shouted and everyone roar after me and started gathering and throwing a lot of water. This is so fun that I forgot about my friends.

I run back and forth, screaming like crazy, I didn’t even notice that someone is standing behind me so I bump into him so bad that I fall on my knees, “Aww!!” I hissed loudly because I scrape my palm when I tried to make the impact smaller when I fall. “Oh no! Are you okay na khrab?” I heard someone asked me from behind but I don’t have the rights to complain about the collision because I am also at fault. I was the only being so jumpy and excited. I sigh before trying to stand up, “I am okay na khrab,” I said while trying to get off the dust on my pants.

My hands are bleeding a little but I don’t think it will be bad later so I should just disinfect it later, “Khor thot khrab,” I said again before looking at the person I bumped with. He has those droopy eyes that look a little bored but he also has that apologetic smile on lips. He looks so familiar but I am not sure where I saw him—and as I said—I don’t have the rights to complain. He shakes his head, “I am also not looking na khrab. Khor thot khrab,” he said back to me so I gesture my hand to say something but, “Oh no! Your hands!” He said and grabs my hands so suddenly.

My water gun? It’s laying on the ground because it stings a bit to hold it especially with my hands right now. This guy? He is still holding my hands and looking at my wound, “Don’t worry na khrab, I am not a bad person. My name is Vittawin Veeravidhayanant but you can call me Best,” this guy is half weird because he isn’t looking at my face while introducing himself.

I laugh awkwardly, “I am—ahm Napat Na Ranong—you can call me—” “BEST!!” suddenly someone shouted the name of the person in front of me but the voice is coming from my back. I pulled off my hands from this guy’s grip, “I am okay na khrab,” I mumbled but before I can go out of the scene a familiar person came in view. That’s why this guy looks so familiar.

I bow my head, “I will go na khrab,” I said again to P’Best—now I am sure he is older than me but he stopped me, “Wait Nong—your hands. We need to disinfect your hands na khrab,” I don’t want to look in front. The P’ with him will know that it’s me but I know he doesn’t know about my new hair color so he really cannot tell that it’s me not unless I will raise my head.

“What happened?” He asked and damn suddenly his voice sounds so—weird to me. I haven’t heard him for more than a week and he ran away last time. P’Best answered, “We bumped into each other. His hands are bleeding na Mark,” and yes—P’Mark—the person I don’t want to see or even hear his name is standing right in front of me. I don’t want to make a big deal out of this small wounds, “P’—really—I am okay na khrab,” I said again and then grab my water gun, ignoring the sting on my palm.

I was about to run away for the second time but, “Hang on—” this time, P’Mark stopped me. Because of the sudden halt, I can’t help but hiss and lift my head, “Woie~” I mumbled then I am facing P’Mark already. His face looks confused as he looks back at me. His eyes scan me, “Ai’Gun,” and suddenly I feel nervous.

‘When was the last time he called me?’

“Khrab,” I answered back but P’ still looks weirdly at me, “Best, don’t let him run away na khrab. I will be right back,” P’ suddenly handed my hand to P’Best before he scans me for the last time before running off somewhere again.

There is an awkward atmosphere between me and P’Best, “Ahm—P’ I am really okay,” I tried again because this P’ is different from P’Mark. He might let me go away, “I can’t Nong. Mark will be so mad at me na khrab if I will let you off,” he still has that apologetic look but somehow his eyes looks more alert now unlike a while ago, “Nong—Gun—right?” he asked again and I nod, “Chai~”

He smiles at me, “No wonder. Do you have—any idea about me, Nong?” and I shake my head as I response to his question, “P’—I am not that close to P’Mark na woie so I don’t know about you na khrab.” My laugh doesn’t sound natural but Ai’Plan told me before—when you are in awkward situation—always laugh. “You will know about me na khrab soon. But it’s nice meeting you Nong Gun,” I wonder if all of the people around P’Mark’s are weird—just like this P’Best.

I put the water gun on the ground again when my phone started to buzz in my pocket. P’Best still didn’t let go of my other hand so I am struggling a bit to answer the call. By the way, Ai’Cap is calling me. I want to be with him today but he said he will go with Ai’White.

I roll my eyes thinking that finally my brother remembers me before answering my phone, “Hello—Ai’Cap~” the other line sounds so silent. I am not sure where he is because if he is in Songkran, there should be noises all over the place, “P’Gun—khrab—” suddenly my body become tense. “Where are you—na khrab?” My head is already forming a frown as I continue listening to my brother’s voice.

I look around and saw P’Mark running towards us, “Still here in Khao San Road,” I answered but I am so worried right bow. I am sure that there’s something wrong with my brother’s voice. “P’Gun—can you—come home na khrab. P’—Ai’Cap needs—your help~” “! Are you crying?” I cursed so suddenly making P’Best jolt a bit and P’Mark who arrived raised his eyebrows.

“P’—what should I do?—P’—P’Hyuk—he is so mad—na khrab~” and with all the force I have, I pulled out my hand from P’Best and starts to walk away, “I’ll be there—don’t cry na khrab. I will be there!” I said before the line went off. “Wait—Ai’Gun—” I strong grip stopped me again but I tried my best to let go, “ P’MARK! LET GO OF MY HAND!” I shouted as I turn around ready to throw my anger directly to him but he looks so worried and I am not sure why, “I have my motorbike Ai’, come on—I will bring you home!” he said finally before forcefully pull me to where his goddamn motorbike is.

‘Ai’Cap hang on, P’Gun will be there soon.’

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