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The following program is intended for mature audiences.
It may contain graphic violence, sexual activity or strong language.
Viewer discretion is advised.
Disclaimer: the story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious and for entertainment purposes only.
P' Thorn is getting married.
So when will it be P' Tharn's and P' Type's turn?
Can we get married, Type?
Tharn, you're sleeping?
Haven't you told me that we should talk things out?
I don't know what the hell you're thinking.
But if you don't talk, I'll never know.
Tharn, turn around and talk to me.
Though your darling is clever, he's not a holy being who can read your mind.
Turn around and talk to your darling.
Your darling is trying to make up with you.
You should sleep, Type. It's late.
Will you just get up and talk to me?
It's very late, Type
We both have to work tomorrow.
- And I have nothing to say to you. - Nothing my ass!
You think I'm so stupid? Why wouldn't I know what's with you?
You've been acting like this since we left your home.
Just tell me what you want.
Can you really give it to me?
You know what I want, Type.
But you can't give it to me.
You fucker!
This is why I don't want to talk to you. We'll only end up fighting.
In case you forgot, you and I are both men.
Or maybe...
...you don't want to tell anyone about our relationship.
You've crossed the line, Tharn.
Why would I introduce you to my parents if I didn't wanna tell anyone?
Why would I introduce you to all my friends?
That's why I told you to sleep. It's late, Type.
Just think I'm an unreasonable idiot.
Then tell me why you wanna get married so much.
Because I love you!
Don't you get it?
But there's no need to declare our love to the whole world.
I know, Type.
Besides our close friends, you don't want to let other people know.
Whether through your Twitter, Instagram, or Facebook.
You never tell anyone about our relationship.
I know we don't see eye to eye on this issue.
That's why I told you to forget it.
About what happened today, I'm sorry I was being unreasonable.
Give me a little time. Just a few days.
I'll try to understand you.
I'll forget about this and act as if nothing's happened.
You okay with this?
Fine.
You can take as much time as you want!
I just want to let people know about our relationship.
That's all.
You want time?
Fine, you got it!
Fucking asshole.
What's with the loud noise!
What are you doing?
Your breakfast.
How many eggs do you want?
You think you can make up with me by doing this?
Put it down.
Come here.
You're a grown ass man, but you can't even fry an egg.
Any middle schooler can do it.
Does it hurt a lot? Your skin is red.
Why are you smiling?
It's worth getting hurt.
So, do you forgive me?
You think I'd forgive you just because you got hurt?
Even if you dipped your hand in the hot pan, I'd still be mad at you.
Hey!
What are you doing?
You think I wouldn't dare?
I'm sorry, Type.
Happy now?
Sit down. I'll do it.
Need my help?
Just stay still. Go.
So annoying.
It's burnt.
Wanna eat it?
I made it for you.
Seriously, who would eat this?
Phugun, time to wake up.
Five more minutes.
Hey.
You've asked for five minutes twice.
Let me ask for the third time.
Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you.
I dare you.
But give me five more minutes.
Why are you so cute?
Get up.
Will you get up?
Fine.
Not gonna get up, huh?
Come here.
P' Cir.
Spend your five minutes in the bathroom.
What are you doing, P' Cir?
Making toasts. I'll spread yours with jam.
It's dangerous, Phugun.
Okay.
Hey, how will I spread the jam for you if you keep bugging me?
Then don't do it.
I love plain toast.
You sure?
I just want to hold your hand.
Then today...
...just eat plain toasts.
I should stop bugging you since I've caught your attention.
I wonder where I put my phone.
You put it on the coffee table in front of the TV.
Oh.
There's something on your lips.
Here too.
All gone.
P' Cir. I'd better find my phone.
What was on my lips? I haven't eaten anything.
P' Cir's been sly lately.
Never mind.
I'm about to leave. Be there in 30 minutes.
See you.
Oh hello, P' Tharn.
Hey, you two.
Where are you going?
University. Phugun has classes.
I have classes. P'cir is driving me there.
I said I could go by myself, but he wouldn't let me.
You graduated but you go there more often than some of my friends.
Hey, what are you doing? Show some respect.
His brother's right here. Let go. What are you doing?
P' Tharn, it's too late to be possessive of me now.
Right, P' Cir?
Phu, your brother's right here. Show your consideration.
I'm telling you, if I'd been there when you hit on each other...
...Cir wouldn't have become Phu's boyfriend so easily. Got it?
Excuse me, P' Tharn. It's too late to say that now.
Where's P' Type?
Type?
He went to work early in the morning.
- So P' Tharn... - Hellooo!
This is Klui, your same usual host.
What's new is I've moved in to a new condo.
Today I'll give you a tour of my new condo.
Stepping out of the elevator, you'll see the spacious hallway.
How is it? Worth the price, right?
I promise if this live stream reaches 1,000 viewers today...
...I'll show everyone my bedroom.
Gather round, gather round.
How is it? Isn't this beautiful?
Tharn!
Hello, P' Klui.
How did you come to live here? What a coincidence.
I should ask you that question.
Type and I have been living here for a long time.
So it means my blessing actually came true.
What blessing?
Oh, you've forgotten.
I wished you grow old together, walking in golden cane and diamond staff.
And to have a long lasting love until death do you part.
What diamond staff?
What were you doing speaking so loud? What's this?
- What's this? - I was loud?
I didn't know that.
Sorry, next time I'll keep my voice down a little bit.
There's still next time?
Of course!
Actually your bro here...
...is the most popular online merchant right now.
I sell everything.
With my oral skills, I can even sell old exhaust pipes.
P' Klui, you're awesome.
I haven't seen you for a while. Now you're sucking exhaust pipe?
Well, it fits my mouth. Hey! What the hell?
What about you? How's your couple's life?
You've been together for so long. How many years is it?
Well...
- Seven years. - Seven years!
So romantic.
What romantic?
We're still the same. Fighting every day.
Oh, why?
Excuse me.
P' Klui, I have a meeting. Talk to you later.
Hey, wait!
- Hello. - Hey Tharn, wait!
I haven't gotten the answer.
He's gone. What the hell?
Since you've left me hanging...
...I've got to pry into your love life again, right?
I wanna pry, but I've got to work too.
Another hard work again.
When will you come home, Squirt?
I just went home not too long ago.
Don't give me that crap, Type.
Look, it's been four months since your last visit.
Aren't you gonna show your face to your parents at all, huh?
Or did that farang say something to you?
Just you wait. Next time I see him, I'll chop his head off with a machete.
And your son will be a widower.
Hey, what widower? Don't speak nonsense.
My son doesn't have a wife yet. How could he be a widower?
Just accept it, Pops. How many years has it been already?
I stand my ground. No is no.
Then keep standing your ground. I'm going back to work. Bye.
Good, a man must be responsible of his work.
But remember to come home too.
Okay, Pops.
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