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if this was some cheesy drama or a soap opera, sailom would have been the character that could not hold back anymore and desperately confesses with a surprise kiss or hug.
unfortunately, sailom was born with common sense. he sees the plot laid out before him, he is not the main love interest. kanghan is straight and he likes pimfah. confessing would get him nothing but heartbreak and a hole in his wallet. his relationship with kanghan has reached a point to where he could call him a friend. he has seen the kanghan that he knows was always there, a real person under that mask of cruelty and superiority complex. to confess would be to lose that. not to mention the money to pay off their debts.
sailom sighs as he stares up at the ceiling. there's no sound, he realizes. no animal calls right outside his window. no tree branches scraping against his walls. no floorboards creaking as his brother comes in from a late night shift. he chuckles ruefully. he's curled up in a cocoon of comforter, definitely the most expensive sheets he would ever sleep in, but it wasn't living up to its name right now. no comfort or sleep to be found, all because he's feeling homesick.
lovesick and homesick. sailom couldn't help but feel a bit pathetic. life had to be playing some giant prank on him. he was damned if he was going to be a punchline though. so although he kept tossing and turning, he resisted the urge to knock on kanghan's door and ask for something stupid, like a hug.