call out my name [2gether]

CH 31

THE ONLY ONE THAT YOU NEED.

"Took you long enough," Tine exclaimed with a mock pout gracing his plump lips as soon as Sarawat came inside the private hospital unit. In fact, Tine's heart had jolted in pure excitement as soon as he caught view of the aloof, tall frame but somehow, do not even ask him how, Tine managed to keep himself from jumping out of the bed and beelining straight for the handsome man. He did not realize just how much he had missed Sarawat until he had laid eyes on him again, feeling an incessant pull tugging at his rapidly beating heart as their gazes connected across the room.

Tine had been this close to write another obnoxious message and whine about Sarawat being too slow, his brand new cell phone already clutched impatiently in his right hand. The guitarist had left all his messages on read and Tine was getting unreasonably anxious by the minute, crazy scenarios flying through his head the longer he had to wait for either a reply or the man showing up himself, whichever came first.

Tine had dejectedly realized that there was very little that he actually knew about Sarawat despite the long crush he has had on the guitarist. Tine yearned to get closer, heart aching, but was afraid to spook him away. It was obvious that Sarawat was keeping a certain, eerie distance between them, despite confessing to Tine. So all this waiting made him wonder what Sarawat was actually doing when he was not spending his time with Tine, curious about which other things were important in the guitarist's life.

Was Sarawat studying? Playing music? Or was he with his girlfriend?

No. No. No. Do not go there.

Tine instantly tried to shoot down that thought, jealousy roaring its ugly head inside of him. Tine was obviously not being fair here, not even giving the guy a chance to explain his side of things and just jumping to conclusions. Surely Sarawat would not lie to a still recovering coma patient? He would be frank with Tine about these things, right?

At present Sarawat just fired off a tiny, coy smirk at Tine's cute pout and closed the door behind him with a soft click, the guitar case bumping against his side.

Tine's one track mind instantly dipped into the sticky gutter now that they were completely alone and shielded away from prying eyes, which rarely happened. Type usually made sure not to leave Tine alone with Sarawat and even then he had almost barged in on them that one time. His older brother had side eyed their disheveled appearance with severe displeasure. It had been quite obvious what they had been up to, the tangy smell of their unashamed passion filling up the tiny room.

Lewd images instantly paraded through Tine's mind while recalling this. Okay, so he found Sarawat extremely hot, what else was new here?

"Where's P'Type?" Sarawat asked innocently, a knowing smirk spreading over his curvy lips as he saw Tine fidget nervously on the hospital bed, the tips of his ears beet red. It was rather obvious what was looping through his mind. And here Sarawat thought that Tine was pretty innocent, with his history of romantic Instagram posts and silent pining. Nonetheless, the duality was spellbinding. Tine was both strong and soft at the same time, shy but also bold when it mattered the most. He was like a love song, drifting through the air and straight into Sarawat's thumping heart.

"He had to help mom and dad get our house cleaned out and refurnished," Tine replied and then added with a hint of wonder in his voice, "Hey, did you know that my family has been living in Germany for the past year?"

Sarawat just shrugged his wide shoulders. He both knew that and kind of did not care, because all things considered, it did not really matter anymore since Tine was back in Thailand, back where he belonged – with Sarawat.