Together With Me (Thai Novel Fan Translation)

Chapter 31A

Editor's Notes: This chapter is moderately more tolerable in terms of there being less objectionable content, but it still wasn't any fun to work on. The militant human rights/equality warrior inside me wants to kick Korn in the testicles and drag Knock out to a counselor who specializes in codependency and spousal abuse.

Also, I will be on vacation from March 10-25th. I was originally supposed to go the last two weeks of February but my flight to Bangkok was canceled because of the coronavirus (my layover was in Hong Kong). I still haven't gotten my refund for the original flight. This vacation might be done on a shoestring budget. Either way, stuff will get posted to my IG if you care to see it. When I'm on vacation is probably the only time my IG is interesting to people who don't know me, since I'm sure y'all don't care about my cat, my work, or the music that I like.

I won't apologize for the lack of updates. I've been swamped at work lately (because I'm really fucking good at what I do,) and when I come home I just zone out in front of Netflix before falling asleep before doing it all again the next day.

Recently, someone messaged me on Instagram to tell me that folks on Twitter claim that I've said I'm not going to finish this translation. I don't even use my Twitter account, kids! Didn't your parents ever tell you not to believe everything you read on the internet?

I will finish this. But it will be in my own damn time. You should all go follow IG @daymay_live and thank them for knowing how to politely prod my procrastinating ass in a motivational and not maddinging fashion.

[Korn's POV]

Finally Knock and I had everything out. We bared our souls and apologized sincerely to each other. I told him we should start over again; perhaps that way, we could finally turn over a new leaf. I didn't blame him, what I had done was inexcusable. I thought back to the discussion we'd had only a few hours ago:

"Let's start over, since we've both forgiven each other."

I said this quietly, almost shyly, as I clasped both his hands in mine, feeling terribly awkward like I was confessing to my first love. I wiped away his tears as he had wiped away mine. We looked at each other, looking at our clasped hands, and he nodded slowly in agreement.

"Okay..."What he had said felt like a cool drink of water to a dying man.

We had snuggled up on the couch to rest and watch some random TV. Both Knock and I were exhausted from our emotional rollercoaster ride. I really needed to learn to control my hot temper and stay calm. He needed to be better about his wandering eyes. I had made him suffer so much. I really hoped that both of us had gained some maturity from this incident.

My phone vibrated against the coffee table, pulling me out of my thoughts; I picked it up and answered it.

"So how'd everything go?" The worry could be heard in Yiwha's voice, even through the phone. She was probably one of the very few girls that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt believed in true love between men. She was also probably the only one that hoped Knock and I would be together for a long time. She had asked me to try to talk things out with Knock first; we both knew that Pleng was a master manipulator and would do anything to get Knock back, although for her it was more about her pride than any real love for Knock.

As a woman, Yiwha has an uncannily accurate and intuitive sixth sense. She is rarely wrong when it comes to predicting a person's motivations and how they will behave.

Even though I knew that Knock had been manipulated, my jealousy had trapped me inside a blinding rage that had taken away all my patience and self-control; I wanted him to hurt and suffer as he had made me hurt and suffer.