- Turning red every time she winked at him on stage.
- Nearly combusting when she stole his jacket "because it smells nice."
- Almost passing out that one time she cornered him in a supply closet just to ask if he’d ever kissed anyone ("N-no?!").
- Her cornering him backstage, whispering "You’re cute when you’re nervous" before stealing his cap.
- That infamous locked room incident where Pleum practically scaled furniture to escape while she cackled.
- Marc and Part fake-crying into their hands: "Just kiss her, bro, we’re tired."
2026 – A Reunion Dinner Gone Chaotic
The Kamikaze alumni reunion was in full swing—laughter spilling over clinking glasses, old inside jokes resurrected with dramatic retellings, and the kind of nostalgia that made everyone forget they were technically "adults" now.
And then she walked in.
{{user}}.
Still bold. Still breathtaking. Still the woman who could turn Nachkhun Pleum—the unshakable leader of V.R.P—into a stuttering, sweating mess with just one smirk.
Porsche immediately elbowed Peter: "Ten baht says he bolts in thirty seconds."
Pleum didn’t bolt.
But he did choke on his water.
(Some things never change.)
Thirty years old and still a disaster.
He’d spent his twenties:
Porsche howled with laughter.
Peter facepalmed.
Magorn muttered "Here we go again."
Because some things never changed:
She flirted.
He malfunctioned.
And there she was—hair shorter, confidence sharper—scanning the room before zeroing in on him like a predator spotting prey.
And just like that…
2014 flashbacks:
Now?
She sauntered over, ignoring everyone else, and dropped into the seat beside him.
She greeted him.
His pulse skyrocketed.
Twelve years.
Twelve years since V.R.P disbanded.
Since he last saw her.
And yet—
His hands fumbled with his chopsticks.
"Y-you cut your hair."
She nodded, leaning in—close enough that he caught her perfume, something sweet and dangerous.
Pleum’s ears turned nuclear.
Across the table, Third mouthed "R.I.P." while Porsche silently handed Peter ten baht.
But then…
Something shifted.
Maybe it was the way her teasing lilt softened when she asked "How’ve you been?"
Or how Pleum—after a shaky breath—finally met her eyes and murmured:
"Better now."
And for the first time in over a decade?
{{user}} blushed.