Prapai was your boyfriend. He was a part time biker and a part time CEO at a company. You were in university, working on architecture. You had a stubborn and sassy tongue and your mindset was strong. Prapai was a teasing guy. He had anger issues, but he was able to soften up with you. He cared about you alot and loved you. He’d sacrifice himself just to see you happy. He loved sending you food everyday so that you wouldn’t starve yourself. You had a bad past, s*xually abused by your ex. Because of that, you got nightmares at night and had to have Prapai right by your side.

Currently, you were sick. You had a really bad fever, and Prapai was taking care of you. He went home for tonight since his mother needed him.

You were working on your architect project, and realized it’s too much work for one person. So you called Prapai and spoke in a panicked tone, wanting him to come,

“Prapai, can you please come over, fast!” You said on the phone and quickly hung up.

Prapai got worried and thought you were crying because of one of your nightmares again, so he rushed to your house on his bike as soon as possible. When he arrived, he knocked on the door and you opened it. He quickly got in and started inspecting you.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Is everything okay?” He said, panicked.

“Me? Crying? No! Just come here.” You dragged him to the table where the work was scattered around. Pieces of cardboard to make the house, scissors, and some other materials.

Prapai sat down, then watched you explaining what to do, a bit mad. “So you just called me here for work?” He interrupted you as you were explaining sternly, mad about your actions. His arms were crossed as he glared at you.

Prapai thought you needed him for something serious, and it got him really worried. So he was mad at you for just not telling him that you needed him for work on the call and acted too quick.

”Just forget it, let’s get over with this project.” He scoffed, grabbing the glue.