3Kings : Jakkapad [English Translation]

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Editor : JJG918 TofaRumman

That day Peem requested for an opportunity and he received it. The atmosphere around the two of them looked different and better. Which was even better for the people around them who began to feel relaxed. Wiboon was the first one to notice the difference. He noticed his own son looked like he was back to being a boy again. Though he keeps a stiff face in front of his employees to keep up appearances. At the same time, the young man in the wheelchair also looked a little better. Even though his face is still completely pale, there was a light in his eyes whenever he looked a Peem. It was then that he was assured there were good feelings between them again. Something definitely happened.

Anyway ... for now, just let his son relax for a bit.

Wiboon had never blamed his own child for being anxious and distrustful because he knew best what the cause was.

PeemPath grew up without spending much time with Wiboon. It got worse when his mother left him as a child because she saw the situation about the garden was terrible. That child grew up lonely. No friends played with him. The laborers were always modest and dared not to strike a conversation with him by themselves. Friends at school rarely came to visit their home because they didn't know how to approach him first. That made him a reasonably reserved boy.  Wiboon knew his son was not very close to him. He suffered from guilt, so after dealing with the problem of Suan Rangsimant he invited an old friend who had just arrived in Thailand, to stay at their home because he heard that his friend had a child around the same age. And that was the first time his child had found his own happiness.

Children are like white cloths. They are only the colors we smear them with, and then the cloth is never the same again. He was that person who was smeared on Peem.

This kid was very addicted to Jakkapad, a lot more than he thought.

When his friend called to tell the story of Jakkapad, Wiboon was equally shocked. He had never imagined that one day the boy who was his son's bestfriend would be taken away by his mother without even saying goodbye. Wiboon and the workers deceived PeemPath in every way possible because  the boy would cry because his Phi didn't go to him. They lied that he would soon return, lied that Jakkapad had to visit relatives in the provinces. But in the end, there is no secret in the world that can be hidden. PeemPath is a smart boy. He finally realized that his Phi would never go to him again. The boy cried like his whole world was destroyed. Cried until he fell ill and had to be hospitalized for several days.

That was the second lie ...

He had lied to PeemPath before. It was when he told him the story about his mom. He told little Peem, who was only four years old, that his mother had gone on a trip. She would be back. He thought that Peem would forget. But turned out that Peem still asked for his mother every day until one day, he didn't. He stopped asking when Peem found out he was lying.

And because he was lied to a second time, Peem didn’t trust anyone again.

He remembered that one time he had an argument with his child because the boy mumbled and called out to his phi. In the end, he spoke some words in serious rage.

‘I am going to hold on to anything! Will he come back again? I don't know.'

'I can wait! I’ll wait for phi to come back and find him, I can still wait ... Huh ...’

Wiboon took a deep breath. It was as if he was seeing a picture of a little red-cheeked boy standing in front of him. From that day on, he vowed to never say anything without further thought. And even if Peem insisted on waiting, he will not stop the child again.

"Just being happy, that’s enough ..." The older man looked at the young man who was standing outside the window laughing. Beside him, the tall man who was sitting in the wheelchair was smiling.







Nice to look at ...

PeemPath is a good looking man by nature. Jakkapad could already guess that during normal times, the person before him would take care of his appearance moderately and in other's eyes, the prince might seems good-looking as well. But for him, this person reveals his true side for him to see, agreeing to leave the shell he’s been hiding in, only because he wants to see him for himself.
"Phi have you ever wondered if a flower is ticklish or not? Honestly, it’s body is like a human being don’t you think?" The bright sparkling eyes looked up to him and raised the flower in his hand.

"Huh."

"Here is the face. This part here is the body, and the green leaves on the sides are the arms.

"Huh"

"P’Jakk, don't you think so too?" Then he looked down at the flower in his hand without seeing the kind gaze from the person sitting on the wheelchair.

"You’re so young"

He acted as a curious child. Jakkapad acted as an adult and was useful, but that's what makes the person in front of him even more attractive.

After starting to open up, Jakkapad admitted that he felt a lot better than before. Peem's attention has softened the barrier in his heart. And soon it will eventually collapse. But at this moment, he is still not convinced ...

Not sure that the feeling will evolve. How will it change his position?

And if the day came when he really changed ...

The sharp eyes looked down at his own legs, stunned. The shifts in his heart were multiplied many times when his body didn't move as he wanted. He didn't even feel anything.

What can compare to this?

Disabled and not modest.

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth as if to ridicule himself. And that ferocious look alerted the person sitting and looking at the flower.

"P’Jakk" Peem moved his body towards him, bent down and kneeled in front of him as always. Those  gentle eyes attracted Jakkapad to look at the white hand that was gently placed on him.  It rested on his thighs, and despite the fact that he shouldn't have felt anything, Jakkapad could feel the warmth that came to his heart.

This bad idea that he should have stopped before is unconsciously disintegrated.

"It's okay." A large but gaunt palm is placed on the white hand of Peem. He raised the corner of his mouth a little. It's a smile to make the other person feel comfortable. But he was still being stared at, as if the gaze didn't get the answer he wanted

"What terrible things are you thinking about ?"

Jakkapad raised his eyebrows. He seemed to be shocked and amused by that. Peem's pouting face is like a grumpy cat that always made him feel good. "Can you read my mind ?"

"Can't read your mind. But I can sense Phi’s feelings.”

"Hmm ..."

"Hmm ... what are you thinking ?" He made a brooding face and calm expression, turning his hand over and holding his finger. "I notice a lot, because I care so much."

“I will say that I know everything because I always care ...”

"Is that so?"

"Yes"

"Really ?" Jakkapad said lightly. Without specifying the topic he made the calm man startled. He hurriedly took the hand that was holding his finger shyly and stood up.

"I better take P’Jakk to the Rose House. We weren’t able to go in last time.”

"Is that your cheek or a tomato?”

"P’Jakk !" The person was teased by him over and over again.

PeemPath is in clingy mode and Jakkapad is in happy mode. The gentle and joyful atmosphere surrounding the two of them made the workers in the surrounding field smile in happiness, even though it rarely happened but they didn’t need to cover up their smile.

It was like the old atmosphere was coming back again ...

The beautiful rose house built entirely from the passion of PeemPath, is regarded as his own private retreat that is rarely visited by anyone. Except when Peem is busy and can’t come water them himself or when his father let’s people follow him.

"Last year, my father had a worker help build this house," Peem explained when he saw the person in the wheelchair looking at the small wooden house in the tree wall. He didn’t tell him last time because he didn't think Jakkapad would care. "It’s sorta like a private house. Sometimes when I am so busy taking care of the flowers in the rose house, I forget the time. I would have to drive back to the condo at night because I didn’t want to sleep at home. So my father said that this place would be another house for me."

"Why don't you want to sleep at home ?"

Peem smiled at the question. It is not wrong to say that it feels good when the other person is paying attention. He didn't immediately answer, but chose to continue walking, leading Jakkapad into the rose house. He waited until they walked through the door and went inside before he started speaking slowly.

"When I slept at home, I loved to dream of P’Jakk. I dreamt of things we did together, or something I dreamt of seeing you again.” 

But now I don't have to dream ...

"You didn't want to sleep at home because of that? Because you didn't want to dream that?"

"Not at all. It was a good thing. I admit that sometimes I got sad after I woke up, because I realized everything was just a dream. But sometimes I had peace of mind, because that dream reminded me of the many times there was a very important person in my life. And that person was always in my heart.”

"Then, why ?"

“Two years ago, my father thought about marrying a woman. But the time she lived in the house was not long. At first, she accepted him because she thought she really loved my father.” Fortunately, Jakkapad turned his back so he could not see him in this corner. Even so, the tone of the voice used was quite cynical. "Before the wedding day, the woman came up to find me in my room. She acted nasty and mischievous, trying to provoke me. When I didn't play around with her she hid her intention with tears. She said she was drunk.”

Jakkapad did not interrupt. He looked at the flowers planted on both sides of the path, but he was stunned, all his concentration was focused on the story the person behind him was telling, saying he didn’t care too much about it.

"I still had no idea how to tell my father to give up the marriage. Fortunately, when I was going to tell my father, someone came and announced that he had been deceived by that woman before. She took all the money and left in the middle of the event. In the end, the wedding didn’t happen." Peem gritted his teeth in anger. Moreover, his white face was distorted with disgust. “Just thinking about that woman's dirty feet walking around in the room, I was almost disgusted to death. Liars can't be trusted. I hate them the most."

"Calm down," a short consolation, in a smooth tone, made the moody person conscious. Peem blinked his eyes repeatedly to fix his mood, before his white face turned red when he realized how emotional he became when he told the story.

"Well. That's it, that’s the main reason I rarely sleep at home.”

"Um"

"I will take P’Jakk to look at the things that are important to me." After that, PeemPath hurriedly pushed the wheelchair to lead Jakkapad along the path lined with plants and flowers in orderly rows. Inside, more than half of the flowers are roses, with all kinds of names. The young man who only sits idle in his wheelchair quietly sweeped his gaze around him.

The light fragrance and the purity here is unconsciously relaxing his mind and ...

His high nose took a faint sniff as he turned his head to look at the slender white hand near his shoulder holding the handlebars of the wheelchair. Peem does not have a fragrant body odor at all. But when he was near him, he found that this person's unique scent was a sweet, different and comforting smell.

Like a rose ...

It doesn't smell like perfume. But sweet like a well-groomed natural rose.

“We’re here," a joyful voice from behind caused Jakkapad to escape from his reverie.

His eyes slightly widened in surprise at what appeared before him. A strange feeling in his chest quickly formed.

A blue rose ...

The rose planted in the deepest part of the house among a few other flowers, is a blue rose. Just seeing the pot carved in a beautiful pattern, one could tell how important it was.

But the thing that stopped Jakkapad was not because it was different …

(Flashback)
'Father told me that there are many kinds of flowers.'

'Hmm ...'

'There are many kinds of flowers.'

'I heard you. Why are you frowning, huh? '

'P’Jakk said that I am your flower.’

'I did.'

'What kind of flower am I?'

'Ah …'

'Don’t laugh!'

'Okay, maybe, a rose?'

'Rose ? ...'

'Ah ... I once saw a blue rose while I was traveling. It was very beautiful. P’Jakk, do you like it?”

'I like it'

'Then, PeemPath will be a blue rose for P'Jakk’

(End of Flashback)


“Several years ago, my father had to work in Japan and he brought back this flower. It was a genetically modified rose , but it was so perfect, do you think…” PeemPath paused when he turned to meet the hard-to-read eyes of the person sitting in the wheelchair, “P’Jakk?”

"It really looks like you."

"Huh?"

"The rose"

"…"

"Misuse of words," his bullshit continued, ignoring PeemPath's shocked expression. He bent down, picked up the blue rose petals off the ground before placing them on the head of the person squatting in front of him, “I forgot you’re different species. How can I say you look alike "

"P’ ... P’Jakk ..." It would not be too much of an exaggeration to say he was so shocked he had turned to stone. He opened his mouth, then closed it. Opened his mouth, then closed it again. He continued to act that way until a small humorous smile appeared on Jakkapad’s plain face.

"Are you going to say something today ?" P’Jakk teased him.

"You said it as if you remembered!” His expectations were seen through his eyes.

"I still have a bit of amnesia."

"Well ... well, you're talking like ..."

It seemed that there were no memories of each other ...

He said that he wouldn’t care about the past and would create new memories. But he couldn’t deny that he was glad Jakkapad remembered.

"Some memories are so deeply buried that we might think we forgot ..." Jakkapad placed his hand on the handle before slowly exerting his poise. "But when you open your mind and feel it, you know that we never forget it. It means that moment must be very important.”

“Some memories can be too depressing or sad too forget. Some memories can be so happy that you need to remember them. Or some memories may be hidden deep inside in order to preserve them. And when the moment is right they will come back to prominence again to remind you how important that memory is.”

"Yes ..." PeemPhat raised his face and smiled. A pair of beautiful eyes now shine more than any other time. He put his big hand against his cheek and caressed his face. The joy that was expressed through the expression made Jakkapad's heart jumpy. Without realizing it, the soft, warm feeling from the palm of his hand relieved the cold in his heart.

Could just a few of his words and actions make a person so happy ?

It is the warm feeling of being someone who is important to someone else. How long has he been away from this feeling ... ?

"If you're free ... can you tell me about the past?"

"About ... the past ?" PeemPath looked surprised. Then he revealed a wide smile, before he nodded in response.
“Ok. I will tell you”.

They spent the entire day together in the rose house until evening. Jakkapad listened to the speaker tell the story. He looked at the thin mouth that moved into a smile without hiding it. Looked at the slender hands that held the water hose and even looked at the long legs that moved along the path. All of Peem’s movements looked attractive.

After spending a little time together, he was immediately able to tell how much the person in front of him loved being here. Every time he looked at the tree, a small smile would adorn his face. And when he realized he had left Jakkapad behind, Peem ran over to him and took him so they could walk together. In Jakkapad’s memories, there was a faint image of a little boy running towards him, with a smile as bright as the sun.

"P’Jakk, look."

'P’Jakk, look quickly.'

The images of the boy and Peem overlapped clearly when Peem ran towards him. His small feet would often stumble until he fell all the time, which looked like something that was happening now ...

"Oh !!!!"

Jakkapad slightly widened his eyes. He tried to lunge his body forward to catch the figure that was about to fall to the ground. But he only had the ability to move his upper body, so the legs that did not obey his orders caused his tall body to fall to the ground in the same way. The sound of the wheelchair crashing to the ground was more worrying to the person who fell down in front of him. He quickly raised his head and saw the clear face was looking up to him in shock as well. The two pairs of eyes were stunned, as if the time around them had stopped.

"... Huh ..."

"Oops ..."

The two of them held back their smiles until their faces turned red. Jakkapad was also trying not to laugh, he just raised a small corner of his mouth. Peem held back his laugh until his white cheeks inflated, but in the end both of them laughed.

"Hahaha"

"Huh."

For a long time the laughter continued to grow. Until Jakkapad took a handkerchief and wiped it on his red cheek. Then the sound of laughter gradually turned into a faint smile.

"So clumsy."

"P’Jakk, can you stand up?" He rubbed his slender hands on his shirt until he was sure they were clean, then he started to clean the dirt off the prominent nose gently.

"Are you hurt?"

"Must you ask?"

It doesn't hurt at all. No one was hurt by this incident at all or if they were hurt, they had already forgotten about it completely.

"Come on, Phi," PeemPath stood up to his full height and gradually supported the big man along. The weight put on him made his bright smile fade away for a moment. But when he met Jakkapad’s eyes, his smile returned.

"Peem, get the wheelchair for me," Jakkapad said in a smooth voice. The body leaned to the side to stand the wheelchair back to its original position. But because of the greater weight and height, Peem could not support him. His beautiful eyes widened in shock as Jakkapad staggered in a way that made it look like he would fall again.

"P’Jakk!"

The translucent figure pulled the other’s arm with full force. Jakkapad's silent face suddenly showed signs of panic. He hurriedly turned his body to the side over Peem, before turning to grab his shoulder with full strength.

"Are you hurt?!"

Peem shook his head and denied it, despite the pain in his hip that had hit the ground quite a bit. But just seeing the tall man's self-blaming face, he had to hurriedly swallow his pain and quickly placed his big hand against Jakkapad’s cheek.

"It doesn't hurt at all.” Just with that, P’Jakk’s mood got better.

"Peem ..." His sharp eyes that looked pained and tortured made Peem's heart pound in fear.

I'm afraid that P’Jakk will feel bad.

"P’Jakk, look at me." Both of his slender hands grasped Jakkapad’s cheeks, slowly placing his forehead against the forehead of the other man in response. Their two eyes met with various feelings. When he was convinced that he was no longer bothered by the accident, Peem spoke in a gentle voice,
"The pain will go away ..."

(Flashback)

'Huh ....'

'Oh no, don't cry, good boy'.

'Hurts ... It hurts.'

'Peem ... look at my face'

'Ugh ... look ... look ...'

'The pain will go away ...'


(End of Flashback)


His eyes were gloomy and without color but it seemed like a flash of light appeared. Jakkapad closed his eyes. He placed his hands on both of his slender hands and pressed them against his cheek. His ears repeatedly listened to those gentle words, as if he wanted to absorb them in his heart so they woudn’t fade away.

"P’Jakk ... open your eyes".

Jakkapad slowly opened his eyes following the words and saw the same gentle smile and beautiful pair of eyes that were staring solely at him.

"Every time P’ opens his eyes ... I will be here."

"…"

"I'll only look at you. Only you ..."

“Peem…” his strong voice, which sounded like someone who was about to make an important decision, made the listeners' heart hopeful.

"Yes"

"Can you go with me?"

"Go?"

"I want to disappear."

No more ...

Even though Peem is in front of him, he can't hold him in his arms.

Even though Peem is in front of him, he can't protect him.

"Can you go to the doctor with me?"

Try it one more time ...

"P’Jakk ..." His beautiful eyes widened before quickly transforming into a happy smile. Their foreheads were attached so tightly that there was no gap. The tip of his nose is scrunched up high, full of joy.

“Let's go see a doctor ... hug "

"Don't cry ..."

Jakkapad gently wiped the tears from his face. The beautiful eyes that reflect only his image flicker. His patience was exhausted when he heard the whining of the person in front of him. Thin arms embraced his waist. The person approached him then hugged him tightly, trying to absorb each other’s warmth.

"I'll try again ..."

When he had his first treatment, he did it because he couldn't accept the truth ...

He did it because he wanted to be at the top again.

But this time he will do the treatment because of his personal needs ...

He will do it to make himself worthy of standing next to someone else.