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8. Chapter Eight Park

Chapter Eight: Park

T he second bar isn't as crowded as the first, and Spin seems to feel a lot more comfortable. So comfortable, he has a little too much to drink as we sit and talk, laughing while reminiscing about university. The big smile he keeps flashing at me is cute as hell, especially as he's listing to one side in his chair.

"Let's dance," he says, almost falling as he attempts to hop off his seat.

I catch him and keep him close to me as we wind our way around tables to the dance floor. He's adorably irresistible like this, and since I'm starting to notice that, if I leave him on his own even for a minute, people seem to gravitate to him. He's had two women and three guys come onto him in the past three hours, and right now another guy is looking him over. I give the jerk a look that lets him know Spin is off limits, and the guy turns away. Now that I know Spin practically raised his sister, I feel certain he's able to take care of himself, but I don't think he's used to drinking so much. I think it's because he trusts me, and that makes me even more determined to keep him safe .

Drunk, Spin's a lot less inhibited than he was at the other bar. The way he's swaying his hips to the beat is getting me hard, and I hope to hell he doesn't notice because I don't want to come off like I'm trying to get him into bed.

"Thirsty?" I ask him after a few dances.

He nods, and I stop at the bar to get us something to drink.

When I hand him a bottle of water, Spin pouts. "Water?"

"I think we've had enough alcohol for the night." I'd been planning on taking a few pictures for social media, but I don't think it would be a good idea with Spin in this condition.

Spin's rosy lips fall open. "Oh. Are you drunk, P'Park?"

I laugh. "I'm okay. Don't worry about me. Do you want to leave? It's after midnight."

Spin nods. "Okay."

I pay the bill and head for the door. Three people try to engage Spin in conversation on the way out, but I firmly guide him outside and into the slightly cooler air.

Looking around, Spin sways on his feet, and I have to catch him before he falls on his ass. Taking his hand, I tug him toward the parking lot.

"Wait, I'm thinking," Spin says, tugging me to a halt. "And I can't think and walk at the same time." Knitting his brows together, he stands quietly for a moment, and then his face blossoms into that beautiful smile. "Oh, yeah. I remember what I was going to say."

"What?" I ask, guiding him to the side of the pavement so a couple can get by us.

He looks at me blankly. "What, what?"

"What were you going to say?"

He frowns. "When? "

Shaking my head, I prod him forward. "Nevermind. Let's go to the car."

He digs in his heels."Wait. We're leaving?"

"Yes. It's time to go home."

"No, P'Park." He shakes his head seriously. "I want to dance some more." Turning toward the bar again, Spin staggers a few steps before giving up and sitting down in the middle of the pavement, so people have to step around him.

With a resigned sigh, I pick him up, this time hefting him over my shoulder.

"Did we get married?" he asks, then starts giggling.

Pointing my key at the car, I unlock it. "I hope you won't be sick tomorrow," I say, carefully settling him into the passenger seat before walking around and slipping behind the wheel. "What's your address?"

Spin doesn't answer, and when I look over at him, he's asleep.

"Spin." I shake his arm, but he's dead to the world.

Buckling him in, I think about what to do.

A couple of hours ago, when I checked with Khun Anong, she told me that Anya might as well stay the night since she was already asleep. Spin and I have to be at the studio by noon tomorrow. It only makes sense that he stay with me at my house.

The streets of my neighborhood are quiet when I pull up to the curb and shut off the engine. Turning, I try shaking Spin awake again, but he's out. I unlock the gate and jog to the front door to unlock and open it, before returning and scooping Spin into my arms. He isn't particularly heavy, even as dead weight. I bring him inside and lie him on the couch before going back to close and lock the front door.

Asleep, he looks incredibly young and guileless .

"M'shoes," he murmurs drowsily. I slip them off his feet and cover him with a blanket.

"P'Park, where am I?" he asks in a small voice as I'm tidying up the room, so Spin won't trip on any of Anya's toys if he wakes up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

"You're at my house. Go back to sleep," I tell him.

Flopping gracelessly onto his side, face to the back of the couch, he presents me with his small, round ass. I stare at it for a moment, wondering if I should take off his jeans so he'll be more comfortable. I decide I probably shouldn't then head for the bathroom.

As I'm brushing my teeth, I almost jump out of my skin when Spin appears at the door and points to the toothpaste. "Need t'brush m'teeth," he says.

After rinsing my mouth, I pull a new toothbrush out of the closet and put some toothpaste on it for him before handing it to him. The first try, he almost takes his eye out.

"Careful," I say, positioning him in front of me and helping him hold the toothbrush as he slowly brushes his teeth. Brow furrowed, he's taking the task very seriously, and I want to laugh despite the late hour and his inebriated state. I help him rinse his mouth, and then lead him back to the couch. When I turn around, he's shimmying out of his jeans. Then he slips off his sweater and climbs under the covers.

"G'night, P'Park," he says with a yawn.

"Goodnight," I say. I go to my room and change into my pajamas, trying not to think about his hard, compact body with light-colored skin that I know is soft as silk.

Sometime later, I don't know how long, I wake up to a loud crack of thunder. Turning to the window, I see a violent storm is raging outside, and at the next flash of lightning, I catch sight of the wind thrashing the thin branches of the big lychee tree outside my window. Lightning illuminates the room again, and a figure standing to the side of my bed causes me to yell out in surprise and fall back on the pillows.

"It's just me," Spin says. Before I can ask him what's going on, a loud crack of thunder that shakes the house sends him scrambling under the covers with me.

"Nong?" I sit up.

"I don't like storms," he says, voice muffled by the bedspread over his head.

I can't help but smile.

"Stay here, then," I say, settling back on the mattress.

"Why are you afraid of storms?" I ask after a while of listening to the storm raging outside.

Spin peers out at me from under the spread. "Who says I'm afraid of them?"

I remain quiet, waiting him out.

He sighs. "Why is anyone afraid of anything? I don't know. I just hate them. They're…loud. And violent. They remind me of—" he cuts himself off, biting his lip.

"Of what?" I ask.

"Nothing."

The loudest boom of thunder yet sends Spin scooting closer to me until he's plastered to my body. Gingerly, I wrap my arms around him, surprised at how his heart is jackhammering against my chest. We stay that way until the worst of the storm is over, only the occasional roll of thunder rumbling in the distance.

When I pull away slightly, I find that Spin has fallen asleep, his hand lax where it's curled on my hip. Something about the moment tugs at my heart. I let my eyes fall shut and float away to the sound of rain pattering against the window.

The smell of food cooking wakes me up, and for a minute I'm disoriented. Reaching for my phone, I squint at the numbers. Half-past six. Outside the window, rain-heavy clouds blot out the newly risen sun.

After using the bathroom, I put on my slippers and head to the kitchen to find Spin dressed and cooking at the stove.

"Good morning," he says when he sees me. "Sit down. I've made breakfast." He sets a bowl of congee with egg, ginger, and green onion in front of me. Hungry, I dig in.

"Thanks for taking care of me last night," Spin says, joining me at the table with his bowl. "I didn't mean to drink so much."

"It wasn't a problem. I just carried you in and put you on the couch. Does your head hurt? I can find something for that."

"No, I'm okay." Spin grimaces. "I didn't exactly stay on the couch, did I? I'm sorry about that, too. I'm sure you didn't plan on sharing your bed, and your sister—"

"It's okay. I left Anya with Auntie last night. I didn't mind you sleeping with me." I finish my congee. "I'm going to go over and get her so we can watch that cartoon like I promised. You can just stay until we have to be at work. Unless you have something you need to do?"

"No, I'm good with staying." He looks down at his clothes. "I hope no one notices I'm in the same clothes as I was yesterday."

"I have a sweater that shrank in the wash. You can wear that. Or we can leave a little early and stop by your apartment to get something."

Spin smiles. "Thanks."

When I get back with Anya, Spin is sweeping the floor.

"Hey, you don't have to do that," I say.

"It's not a problem. I'm used to tidying up. "

"P'Spin!" Anya yells, dropping her bag and running to him. I'm shocked at how quickly she's taken to him.

"Hi, Anya." Spin hugs her.

"Are you going to watch Dolly and Friends with us, P'Spin?"

"Sure," Spin says, putting away the broom and sitting down on the couch on one side of Anya while I settle on her other side.

"After this show, we have to do homework, Anya," I remind her.

"Okay, P'Park."

Spin either really enjoys Dolly and Friends or he's putting on a show for Anya. And she loves it. When the cartoon's over, I feed Anya breakfast and help her with her homework while Spin looks through his phone.

"P'Daeng and Aod posted a lot of pictures last night," he says to me. "And we didn't post even one. Khun Lee's going to be mad at us."

"We'll make up for it," I promise him, pointing to a question in Anya's book she missed. When she finishes, I send her to her room to change into clean clothes and then take her over to Auntie's.

When I get back, Spin is tidying up the house.

"Spin, you really don't have to do that," I say.

"I like doing it."

Spin tries on the sweater I told him about and decides to wear it. Forty minutes later, we walk into the studio.

Khun Lee stands up like she's been watching for us. P'Big and Khun Aat look unruffled as they stand by the refreshment table eating sandwiches. Daeng and Aod sit on the couch talking to Lek, Pear, and a few others.

Judging from the marks I can see on the skin near Aod's collar, I'd say the kissing at the bar led to other things. Stupid Daeng. He's going to ruin his relationship with his partner before filming even begins .

"Are you ready to rehearse?" P'Big asks, smiling at us as he wipes bread crumbs off his hands. Everyone nods, and P'Big and Khun Aat begin giving out instructions.

I spend the entire afternoon on two scenes, one of which includes just me and Daeng. It takes every bit of acting skill I have to act like I'm best friends with that guy. My second scene portrays an intense argument between Khao and Boom that leaves Spin so emotional, he slides down the wall, burying his face in his drawn-up knees after it's over.

I give him space but finally approach him when Khun Lee tells me she wants to discuss Thursday's photo shoot.

"Are you okay?" I ask, sitting down beside him. When Spin lifts his head to look at me, his eyes are red-rimmed. As though he can't help himself, he moves a little closer to me, and I put my arm around his shoulders.

"I didn't expect to feel that scene so strongly," he says.

"It's a sign you're a good actor," I tell him.

He looks at me with wide eyes. "Really?"

I nod. After a moment, I say, "Khun Lee wants to talk to us about the photo shoots coming up."

"Okay."

I stand and then help him to his feet.

Khun Lee is sitting at her desk looking through her calendar.

"Ah, Nongs. There you are. The day of the photo shoot I have scheduled appointments for both of you at the spa for the full treatment to prepare for the cameras. Afterward, I expect you at the studio at least half an hour early. Give yourselves plenty of time for traffic and do not be late. Wardrobe will have something for you to wear. Same for next Thursday for your shoot for Love Lounge with the other SPPT actors who are participating. Both of these photo sessions are extremely important—they're the first photographs of your ship and therefore will be a crucial first impression on social media. You must be relaxed posing to show you are comfortable and affectionate with each other. Make fans believe in your ship. Understood?"

Spin and I both nod our assent.

"Good. If we don't have a flurry of talk about your ship after the photos are released, that could mean failure. I hoped you would have posted something from last night. You were together, weren't you?"

"Sorry, Khun Lee, but we had a little too much to drink while we were out. We didn't think photos would be a good idea," I explain.

"It was my fault," Spin says. "I got drunk and P'Park had to take care of me."

"Well, you were right not to take photos, then. You can take some later. I'll be present for Saturday's photo shoot, but not for next Thursday's. P'Big will take care of you that day." She abruptly stands and walks away.

"No pressure," Spin murmurs, making me chuckle under my breath. From halfway across the room, Khun Lee hears me and turns around, eyes narrowed.

"Look, you got me in trouble," I accuse Spin.

He flashes his innocent smile as he looks at his phone. "Sorry." Holding it up, he leans into me. "Smile!"

I do, and he takes a few shots of us.

"I'll post these." He shows them to me for approval, and when I nod, he gets to work. When he's finished, he looks at me.

"My friends are meeting me for dinner up the street. Want to join us? Or do you need to get home to Anya?"

"Let me check." I call Auntie, who says she and Anya have already eaten and to go ahead and have fun.

I smile at Spin. "Let's go."

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