But desperation makes fools of all men. So that afternoon, Tine found himself at the music club’s open auditions, watching Sarawat play a melody that made the air feel thick and golden. When Sarawat finished, the room was silent, then erupted. Tine didn’t clap. He just stared.
Sarawat chose that moment to push off the wall and walk over. He didn’t say a word. He just slid an arm around Tine’s waist—firm, casual, like he’d done it a thousand times—and looked at Green.
Tine exhaled a laugh of pure relief. “Oh my god. It worked. He’s gone.” 2gether Ep 1
Fong, the pragmatist, scrolled through his phone. “You have two options: fake a terminal illness, or move to another country.”
Sarawat tilted his head. “Anything?” But desperation makes fools of all men
That’s when they saw him. Sarawat. He sat alone at the edge of the courtyard, earbuds in, a black guitar case leaning against his chair like a silent bodyguard. He was rumored to be cold, unapproachable, and devastatingly handsome. He was also the one person Green seemed to fear. Rumor had it Green had once tried to give Sarawat a rose, and Sarawat had simply looked at it, then at Green, and walked away.
The next morning, Green appeared with a smoothie and a poem. Tine, heart hammering, saw Sarawat leaning against the faculty building, arms crossed. He was watching. Tine didn’t clap
“You want me to be your fake boyfriend?” Sarawat’s voice was low, almost amused.