3Kings : Jakkapad [English Translation]

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Co-translator : JJG918

Jakkapad woke up in the morning as usual. He had slept soundly last night, better than any other night he could remember. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had slept in the small wooden house that was sitting in nature, or because of the unique scent of the person lying on the floor while he laid in the bed. There’s a bit of distance between them, but the faint smell that touched his nose has remained there since he was embraced in his arms. 

After deciding to sleep here together last night, PeemPath insisted on sleeping on the floor. He wouldn’t budge on his decision. Jakkapad did not agree with this himself. He couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t sleep in the same bed together when the bed was wide enough. But when he heard one sentence, everything went silent until morning.

'Do you want me to have a heart attack and die?’

Hmm ... it’s worth thinking about.

"P’Jakk, are you awake?" A bright greeting coming from the foot of the bed alerted the person staring up at the room’s ceiling. Jakkapad glanced down at the owner of the voice before his sharp eyes quickly softened.

The face of the person, who was lifting his leg up and down to help him exercise as he did every morning, looked extremely focused. PeemPath said he had learned this from Hongtae, who had taught him before he left. Usually he didn’t pay much attention to this, because he had no idea how to fix this anyway, even though the two younger siblings always helped him by following the doctor’s order. But this time it’s different…

"Am I heavy?"

"You’re not heavy at all. P’Jakk's legs are small ... Why are they so small? Well, they’re not very scrawny. I read that legs of people who haven’t walked for a long time become atrophied because the muscles aren’t being used. That’s really bad.”

"Huh"

"Oh yeah ... P'Jakk, don't forget what you promised," he said. Jakkapad made his eyes bigger as if he couldn’t remember what he was talking about, and turned to look at him…

What a funny sight, but truly adorable ...

"Promised?" Jakkapad raised his eyebrows, acting confused, as if he didn’t know what he was talking about, even though he’s secretly smiling in his heart. Poor PeemPath, he’s frowning. He doesn’t seem to know he is being deceived right now.

"You promised to eat more food."

"Oh…"

"I remember, so please keep your promise." PeemPath gently laid the sick persons pale white leg, which was smaller than the average persons, down on the bed. Then he moved to sit on the side of the bed and help support Jakkapad so he could sit up and lean against the headboard.

“When did you bring this?” The man, who had just woken up, was surprised when he saw a tray of food, glass of water, and a white rose, placed on his lap by the other person.

"I brought it before P’Jakk woke up. And this rose was picked from the rose house. Once I was finished, he came to help P’Jakk exercise.”

"Did you have to wake up early for this?"

"I normally wake up this early. It’s no big deal.” PeemPath shook his head and explained himself because he was afraid the person asking would overthink this. He was used to waking up early every day to open the shop and welcome customers. Therefore, when he woke up early this morning to take care of Jakkapad, it didn’t feel troublesome.

And although he didn’t tell him this … but if the person he is waking up early for is Jakkapad, he  would willingly do it anyway.

When he was talking to him, he felt more thrilled and excited than he had ever felt before. PeemPath smiled, unable to explain that good feeling he felt when he was asked that question that seemed concerned about him.

"I prepared it before P’Jakk woke up," he pointed to another table where the empty plate of food was placed. "That's it."

“Very good,” the sick person praised him as his hand scooped up delicious-looking boiled rice into his mouth.

Since he became physically and mentally ill, Jakkapad was only able to eat a few bites. He never finished his bowl. He never said anything was delicious, but when he saw the face of the other person beside him showing an expectant look, his hand continued to scoop food into his mouth until, without realizing it, the food was all gone. The reward for doing this is a wide smile, and beautiful sparkling eyes coming from ‘The person who cooked this meal.’

"Drink."

Jakkapad took the water and drank at the urging of the person who looked excited for no reason. When he was finished, he reached out to pick up the rose on his lap and hold it. His sharp eyes looked at the flower in his hand before turning around. Even after looking at the rose, it was the face of the person who was cleaning up the dishes he had just used that drew his attention. His beauty is even more multiplied.

"Why a white rose?"

PeemPath paused when he heard the question. He turned his head to look at the person in bed before his lips spread into a thin smile. He must admit that he really likes it when he hears Jakkapad ask various questions. Because in addition to frequently talking to each other, the kind tone and the expression that P’Jakk uses also makes him smile every time.

"Every flower has a meaning." The figure stood up and walked back to the bed, lifting the skinny legs to help them move around easily. “In the past, I use to tell the customers at the shop that all kinds of flowers have different meanings. Different meanings for different occasions. And when someone requested one, I would find the appropriate flower for them.”

"In the past?"

"Yea ... in the past. Because now I think that not every flower has meaning ... just some flowers.” Slender hands massaged the soles of the sick person with almost all his strength. PeemPath frowned a little when his hand began to feel tired from exerting too much force. But when he looked up to see Jakkapad’s gaze staring back, his lips turned back into a smile and he continued to massage his feet quickly. “The meaning depends more on the person who gives it, and who they give it to …”

"That's right."

“If I brought you a blue rose, it would not have been because of the meaning given to it by many people. I would have given it because it has more meaning to me … Unfortunately, there were not many, so I couldn’t bring one to P’Jakk. I brought the white flower instead because I wanted you to look at it and feel comfortable as I do. If I had a lot of blue roses, I think I might have brought you one every day until there were none left in the garden.”

“Huh… Thank you.” Jakkapad smiled gently as he lightly touched the clean white rose in his hand. His lips conveyed that he received the message.

He didn't realize that such a gesture was about to cause someone to die ...

"Oh ... P’Jakk," PeemPath rolled his eyes. His hand accidentally dropped the patient's leg onto the bed not the way he was supposed to. "If you are going to do that, please tell me first."

"Hmm ..."

“Then I’ll be able to prepare an oxygen tank in time."

"…"

Taking a shower in a bathroom without a tub took Jakkapad a long time to clean himself. He sat down on the chair PeemPath brought in, gently rubbing the soap and washing himself in the water without locking the door. The reason for that is because PeemPath was afraid that if he needed anything, he would not be able to help. Jakkapad shook his head at the thought. The more he saw the shadow of the person walking back and forth in front of the bathroom door with worry, the more he wanted to laugh.

When he told him they should go in together, that only made his face blush like a tomato. He also seemed ready to faint at any time. Seeing that, he felt so sorry that he had to say he would bathe himself. And look, this is what he’s doing ...

"Do you want to come in and help?"

"No ... no, it’s better P’Jakk finishes washing himself.” The trembling voice and suspicious reaction made Jakkapad smile.

"Will you come in quickly if I call you?"

And look at that ... once he finished speaking, the still person was so startled that his shadow twitched so hard he could clearly notice.

What started out as fun soon became a little pitiful, because the red on his face was easily noticeable so it seemed that the owner of the white face was not used to anything Jakkapad did to him. He wasn’t sure how many times that red streak had appeared on his face while he was getting himself ready to leave the house.

He wasn’t sure what he was doing to make him embarrassed …

"Let's go." Not quite sure what the other person is proud of. Because aside from choosing his own clothes, he didn’t  do anything...

"P'Jakk looks very good."

Hearing the compliment, his confidence grew immensely.

"Are you proud of yourself because you have chosen my clothes for me?" The straightforward question made the smiling person widen his eyes. The smile faded and there’s a red streak across his white cheeks again.

"Go…"

"No?"

"Let's go!"

But ...

Jakkapad smiled. He stared at the figure of the man who opened the door to walk away, and all Jakkapad could do was shake his head. It seems he still didn't realize he hasn’t pushed him along as usual ... and he doesn't want to call for help now.

The wheel, which he rarely rotated, moved forward on its own before a strange feeling occurred to him when he touched it. Moving the hands is not difficult. But he starts to think that if he had turned it by himself every day, at some point he would have gotten used to it.

Must start today ...

The thin palms that had never worked hard before, grabbed onto both wheels and pushed it forward himself. If one is unaccustomed to how much force is used to move the weight of the wheelchair, it may not be easy for someone to move it. He tensed his hands and exerted pressure until he felt pain. For a moment, his heart wished to give up, but when he raised his head and saw someone’s tall figure walking up with a shocked expression, his near-exhausted physical and mental strength, increased.

In the end, he had successfully moved forward until ...

"P’Jakk!" The first thing PeemPath did was not ask questions. Rather, he ran inside, knelt in front of him, grabbed his thin hand and held it with a startled expression. "It's all red ..."

"It's okay."

"How is it okay?" Said the person, frowning and staring at the person’s hand with a displeased look. "A wheelchair like this is not meant for someone to push themselves. Look at the wheels, that’s how I know. "

"Really ..." Jakkapad looked at his own reddening hand, unable to understand it. "There are many different types? I only thought there were two; electric and non-electric."






During his treatment for the accident when he was still abroad, he remembered that he was in an electric wheelchair. But it changed when he went back to Thailand because his family on his father’s side did not have much money. It also seemed like they were in a bit of a financial crisis. Instead the wheelchair he has been sitting in since today is so ordinary, bought for him by two younger people.

As for anything related to that woman ... He had thrown it all away since the day he arrived here.

"I will buy an electric wheelchair for you," the person, who was on the floor frowning and rubbing his hands, said lightly. But with a strong voice as if to say he would definitely buy it.

"No need, it ..."

It’s a waste...

His words were swallowed up when a certain truth was realized ...

When did he become someone who values money? Jakkapad, who had been on his throne, spent money without paying attention to its value. Now he’s turned into someone who told people not to waste it.

Even when he was with his two younger siblings, he was not troubled. But he always realized that he was not the person with the same status as when he was abroad. But now, when you look closely, there’s no younger brother nearby. That’s when he realized he was now almost completely bankrupt. He had no permanent job. He couldn’t do anything. So what about the person in front of him … 

The heir of a flower garden with a national reputation, and Jakkapad fallen from his throne.

(** It means they look very different)

As different as the sky and the abyss ...

"But I thought it was not fine."

Jakkapad turned to look in the eyes of the person speaking. He sensed something in that voice. A pair of beautiful eyes were fixed solely on him, as if trying to wash away all his bad thoughts.

“It’s fine. I’ll always take care of you P’Jakk. You can change it to a wheelchair you decide, this will allow P’Jakk to have more exercise, right?”

There was nothing hidden in the eyes that showed complete sincerity. It’s also hidden with some subtle feeling that made his whole heart feel warm. Jakkapad unconsciously pinched the other's slender hand. And that made a beautiful smile appear on those thin lips again.

"Do as you wish." Serious words with no hint of irony made PeemPath smile even wider. He knew that Jakkapad was not being rude. His response came out short because he didn’t know the right words to use to say what he wanted.

It may take time to adapt ... but he will stay by his side. He is definitely not going away.







PeemPathra traveled to the hospital in the afternoon for an appointment he had made. As he drove Jakkapad into the city the other party kept staring out the window as if he was thinking about something. One part of him wanted to talk, because he was afraid that under his plain face, he might be thinking about something bad. But the other part of him was afraid that it would end up annoying him. So, in the end, the atmosphere was silent until they arrived at their destination.

"Slowly," PeemPathra quickly took out the wheelchair and placed it next to the car. Then tried to support Jakkapad’s body, his larger size made it a bit difficult. But he didn't think of calling someone to help him, knowing that the person in front of him wouldn't like it. Even when they were going back to the car and workers offered to help, Jakkapad frowned so much his eyes almost stuck together. This caused PeemPath to quickly find an excuse for Uncle Sin to go back to work.

"Are you tired?"

"What?"

"Since you drove for a long time?" Jakkapad asked again. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked at the person who was smiling. His cheeks were split up as if he was happy that he was worried about him.

"Not at all, not even a bit tired."

"That’s good."

Two good-natured people pushed the wheelchair into a large, recently-completed hospital building. PeemPath explained that the building is new and it was just completed at the beginning of the year. This hospital is very famous in this area because there is a first-class service dedicated to physiotherapy. When Jakkapad asked how he knew this, the other party just spoke in a quiet voice and said that he had looked it up in advance for a long time. There were also people he knew here.

"Hello," a beautiful lady standing at the counter smiled, welcoming them. It brought the two young men out from their own little world. Jakkapad turned back to normal. While PeemPath smiled, he remained silent.

"Hello." PeemPath moved to stand beside the wheelchair. His slender hands rested on the counter as if to draw the attention of the beautiful nurse to focus on him instead of the sick person by his side.

This is him sick and dressed in just normal clothes. He didn’t want to think of how he would look if he was healthy and went back to wearing nicer clothes. How will people look at him? Just thinking about it, his heart jumped until he wanted to smile, and then…

"I made an appointment with a physical therapist ..."

"Peem!"

A voice that called out in excitement made all the eyes in the area turn at the same time to look. There was a young man standing, smiling until his eyes closed. Beside him was a beautiful woman who was shaking her head back and forth.



"Wit, Meina." PeemPath gave them a gentle smile. He had not planned to run into a friend. He waited until they both walked to him and hugged him, as though they were friends who had not seen each other in a long time, before he put his hand on the wheelchair of the quite person to let him know that he did not forget about him.
PeemPath cares about every little thing related to his P’Jakk…

"How many years has it been since we last saw each other, man? I was shocked when you call to ask if I was working here,” Wittaya complained nonstop until Meina, who was by his side, pinched her lover’s arm vigorously as a warning.

“If you continue talking like this, how are you going to get a response from him Wit?”

"Oh ... Mein. I’m just glad to see him again." He then stopped when he sensed the eyes of someone he didn't know.
A tall, yet thinner-looking man was looking at him with sharp, emotionless eyes. That face, even though it was a little sunken in, was still the kind of face that everyone must be jealous of. Even if he was dressed in ordinary clothes and sitting in a wheelchair. With one glance, he realized that he was sick. However, it still did not cover up the aura of exaltation that radiated from him.

"Mein, Wit, this is P’Jakk ..." PeemPath introduced them, not knowing what else to say. Only a few of his close friends from high school knew exactly who P'Jakk was.

They at least know that this person is the most important person to him ...

Wittaya and Meinwit have been close friends of PeemPath since high school. They are close enough friends to know his brother, and although PeemPath didn’t intend to tell them his story, that fact that the young man told it to them when he was drunk was strong confirmation that he trusted these two.

"P’Jakk, this is Meinwit, and Wittaya, my friends."

Double standards!

Witthaya saw Jakkapad’s eyes staring at the two of them. He looked at them as if he was completely disgusted that he wanted to ask, why is he looking at both of them like that?

“Hello, Khun Jakkapad.” Fortunately, the only young woman there was not affected by the very different attitude from the male friend.


Meina 'wai'd’ in respect and used a more formal term. Even though the person in front of them is now the Jakkapad who fell from his throne, his amazing aura as a high-ranking businessman has not faded. She was shocked at first to learn that the young man in the heart of PeemPath was the same man who was famous abroad when she was there to study. But when she saw the gentle face of her dear friend, any feelings of shock or doubt completely faded away.


“Mmm,” Jakkapad just responded softly. He didn’t give a friendly smile, but once he saw PeemPath's worried face, he suddenly changed his mind ... "Hello."

Just by looking at his face, he could tell that PeemPath was worried he would not like his friends ...

"A ... Hello, everyone." Wittaya, who had just snapped out of it, quickly raised his hands then turned to his girlfriend, whose eyes were now opened in shock.

“Strange,” Meinwit nudged the person beside her, without forgetting to nod her head, asked permission to step away, then quickly pulled her boyfriend to face the other way. "P’Jakkapad said hello to us back."

"How strange is that?"

"It’s Jakkapad."

"Then…"

The whispering, that was not so quiet, caused PeemPath to shake his head. He peeked at the person being talked about in the conversation, fearing that the other party would not appreciate that. But when he saw Jakkapad showed no signs, he secretly sighed in relief and let his friends continue to gossip.

“Really!” Wittaya shouted loudly before quickly shutting his mouth. The youth turned to look at Jakkapad again as if he understood more. But still not failing, turned to ask his girlfriend to reiterate her confidence, "Is he the person that you told me he was going out with?”

"Yes ... but he looks a lot different."

"Oh ..."

"Meina . Does the physiotherapist nurse not have a job to do today?" A loud interruption from the counter stopped the couple. Wittaya froze, turned and laughed as he saw who was speaking,

"Dr. Duangjai, hello."

A stern, middle-aged woman in a full medical uniform blinked her tired eyes at Meina. And this girl walked up to her ...

"I met an old friend and was talking to him for a bit. Sorry, Mom.” Meina clung to her arms, pleaded guilty to her, then quickly changed her attitude to look more serious. "Mom, it's not time for you to start your shift yet, right? There is something i want to talk to you about. "


"It’s about the patient that Ta Wit introduced to me yesterday, right?" The beloved one nodded in understanding. "Let's talk in the examination room for now."


The female doctor, Duangjai, walked the group to her examination room. The small space in the room looked a lot smaller when there were five people. PeemPath sat down in a chair next to Jakkapad’s wheelchair. The slender palm didn't leave him for even a second. Even without holding hands, there was a good indication that their status was not just acquaintances, because he kept his hand on Jakkapad’s armrest the entire time.

"Mother, do you still remember PeemPath? The person you used to say looked a lot better than Wit.”

"I remember."

“It’s just that PeemPath wants us to take care of Jakkapad. I noticed that he had not received continuous treatment for a long time, so I wanted mother to help too. "

"I’m not denying that matter. However, as a doctor, you must heal the patient,” the female doctor replied without pausing. "There was a history document for the patient to fill out. As for Ta Wit, you can get back to work. I will finish examininhimit and will take care of it myself. "

"Yes, Mother."

"Let's talk, PeemPath."

When the two of them left, the atmosphere in the room became quiet again. Duangjai looked at the two young men with the eyes of an adult. With just one glance, she realized the extraordinary connection between the two. But that's not what she’s here to focus on. Therefore, the female doctor smiled to make the other person feel more relaxed.

"My name is Dr. Duangjai. I’m the mother of Meinwit. We will be seeing each other for a long time. So if there is anything you need, you can tell me."

"Thank you very much, doctor." PeemPath looked back at the person who remained quiet.

“You might be wondering why you have to see a doctor, even though going to a physical therapist would be better. Have you contacted Wittaya? "

"Yes," PeemPathra nodded because that’s exactly what he was thinking.

“A physiotherapists main focus involves the usage of muscles. The restoration of stamina, which I will continue to explain later. But aside from trying to get Jakkapad to walk again, his health is also important. The longer you do not receive continuous treatment, the more worrisome it is. In other words, I will take care of the overall health and provision of medications for the patient. As for the patient’s leg rehabilitation, Wittaya will take care of that.”


"Does that mean I will have to bring P’Jakk to come and get checked by you every visit?"

"Probably not as often as doing physical therapy. But I will make an appointment periodically to check his body and any changes. Don’t worry about this. I will make the appointments in advance, possibly once a month for an overall physical examination and to administer medication to the patient.” The patient, who was sitting still, didn't seem the least bit interested in what she said.

Knock knock

"Come in," said the female doctor upon hearing a knock on the door. The next minute, Meina walked over with papers in her hand.

"Jakkapad, please fill out your profile, or if PeemPath knows you well, he can fill it out for you.”

PeemPath automatically dodged his friends gaze, then opened his eyes when a paper and pen were handed over to him by the really sick person. When he turned to look, he only saw an amused expression on the face of the person who has yet to say a word.

"P’Jakk, fill it in yourself," whispered the person who had started blushing.

"Huh." Jakkapad laughed in his throat, as if to tease him, but then pulled the paper back and filled it in himself.

"Uh ... and what will you do Doctor? Is it possible for you to do all these examinations?”

"There’s been some changes …”

"Meina has to return to work. I will take the documents out myself. "

"Oh ... Mother," Meina made a sulky face when she was interrupted by her mother. She looked at the doctor then turned around and walked away as instructed.

The female doctor nodded her head in response and smiled as she saw the grateful look in PeemPath’s eyes. Her stern eyes quietly observed the appearance of the patient. When she saw his thin hand, her expression became serious as well.

"Regarding the physical examination, you can check all of them. But for now, I’ll ask for a preliminary examination. "

PeemPath, who was looking through the question-and-answer form a while ago, saw P’Jakk was frowning. He knew that P’Jakk didn’t like being touched by anyone, and it was something the doctor realized as well because when she went to touch him, he frowned. It was inevitable to touch him, but she didn’t hold on completely, or for a long time.

“Overall, I must say that the body is moderately weak. The patient needs to eat more food, especially from all five food groups. You may not be able to exercise much, but doing physical exercises or something else will help you get better, and most importantly, try not to stress yourself out by thinking too much. That can affect your mental health and also your physical health. I will prescribe a drug for you and will take you to get a physical exam. After that, I’ll take you to a physical therapist who will take over from there.” Dr. Duangjai bent her head down and wrote a medicine prescription on a piece of paper. At the same time, Meina walked into the room. “I’ll schedule an appointment for early next month. We’ll meet then.”

"Thank you very much."




"It’s Ok? It’s not too difficult PeemPath?”

"Not at all, thank you very much, Mein." PeemPath smiled to reassure his friend. He doesn’t know what she is afraid of, but he wondered if it would be difficult to see Dr. Duangjai on a regular basis.

"You have been kind to me since childhood. There was a patient here the other day who was throwing stuff. Mom yelled back until her face turned red.”

"Really ..."

Jakkapad listened to the two friends talking without interrupting once. His sharp eyes looked all over the room, observing everything. His dark eyebrows furrowed a little when he saw a man standing stealthily at the door of the hospital.

"P’Jakk ..."

P’Jakk had no way of recognizing who this unfamiliar person was, even if the other party was not wearing a suit as usual.

"P’Jakk."

There was a frightening glow in his sharp eyes. The longer he stared at the man who was walking outside, the more he felt like he knew him. His sharp eyes began to burn even more. Unbeknownst to him, a hand resting on his lap was gripping him tightly.

"P’Jakk!"

The loud sound and a warm touch shocked him. The palms on his cheeks brought Jakkapad back to the present. He clenched his fists, then softened his eyes when he saw the worried look on PeemPath’s face.

"Sorry." The sharp eyes closed to block the owner of the gentle palms from seeing the fear within his heart.

"P’Jakk, what's wrong?"

"No ... it's nothing."

"But i saw ..."

The trembling voice stopped once the cold palm lifted up, and grabbed his hand to hold it. PeemPath looked at the person who had just opened his eyes with misunderstanding. He was frightened to death when he saw the horrible look on Jakkapad’s face. But when he followed his gaze, he hadn’t seen anything.

He was scared ... so afraid that P’Jakk would change his mind and no longer accept treatment.

“Go ahead. It's okay. Let's go." The short sentences and eyes are still. The hidden instructions he sent to Meina with his eyes snapped her out of it. She unconsciously followed her friend’s instructions and nudged his shoulder,

"PeemPath ... let's go, otherwise I won’t have time to find Wit.”

Jakkapad once again stared at the same spot he had last seen that person. He looked until he was certain that the shadow would not appear again, then he turned back. On the surface, his face was cold, emotionless …  but inside his heart, an emotional fire burned, ready to burn down anything that came near.


A king is still a king.

(** Jakkapad means Emperor or King)

Even without a throne to adorn his power... if one dares to invade his territory, they'll see it well.