Love Mechanics

Chapter 37   Special Episode 3

 

[Mark Masa]

 

Today is a holiday, and I'm lying on the bed in the dormitory. Beside me is the tall guy who's fiddling with his phone. I look down at the one who's slightly lower than me. The screen shows the action-packed game he's been playing since last night. I repeat. From last night up till now.

 

"P'Vee, I'm hungry." I nudge the shoulder of the one who's focused on the phone screen and say softly. There's no response from P'Vee. He still pays attention to the phone, irking me.

 

"Hungry!" I raise my voice.

 

"Yeah. let's go eat then." His mouth utters, though his eyes are still glaring at the game. I glance at P'Vee one more time before getting out of bed. I throw the blanket towards him to cover the phone. Grumbling follows, but I just ignore, walking into the toilet to freshen myself up. As I walk out, I see P'Vee's unkempt face looking at me, and I flash a little smile at him while raising my brows.

 

"I lost." The raspy voice utters. He looks at me as if to pout, though I don't mind him.

 

"It's good then. You've been playing that all night. Who the crazy hell plays with you like that?" I say and walk towards him.

 

"Nuea and Kla. They invited me, and I just got carried away." I frown at him at the phrase got carried away. This is even more than that.

 

"Are you gonna sleep then?" I ask the one who hasn't slept yet. His sharp eyes are swollen and reddish, though it doesn't look too bad.

 

"Didn't you say you're hungry?" P'Vee says, and looks up at me. "Let me go fix you something to eat." I smile...

 

Just these small acts of caring for each other every day — this care we give to one another — have allowed us to date for a year now. It's not flashy, but it's not bland either. Indeed, there are occasions when we aren't pleased with one another, as we often get jealous of the other person, which tells me we still love each other. And it's been a year now since we became an item. Today is our anniversary...

It may be a strange sight to see two big guys packed inside the kitchen. But this atmosphere happens so

often that I've gotten used to it. I'm making an omelette, while P'Vee is busy making the clear soup. It's the menu of choice for our breakfast.

 

"Mark...you wanna put in some tofu, too?" The deep voice asks as he's spicing up the soup. I turn to look at the boiling savoury soup, then nod.

 

"Yeah," I reply tersely. P'Vee acknowledges and continues.

 

I don't know whether P'Vee can remember what day this is, but I do. Many events transpired between us. If we choose the day he confessed his love to me, it's unclear, and neither is the day my parents found out about us. Until that day, when I couldn't bear it any longer, my heart wanted to tell everyone that we're an item. That day, P'Vee dispelled all my fears. 

 

The anxiety and uncertainty evaporated when he told everyone, and many people accepted it. In fact, I don't need to care about these matters. And I wouldn't bother at all if the one I love wasn't P'Vee, the P'Vee that every knows and loves. I want the ones whom I love to accept me, too. Even though not everyone will, I hope they don't object like in the past.

 

"There are some grapes in the fridge. Can you help bring them out?" The handsome guy turns to say to me before lifting the hot pot of soup off the stove. I nod to him before walking over to take them out. I sit and look at the person who's eating across the table from me. P'Vee looks at me once he notices that I'm looking at him. He raises his pretty brows a bit as if to ask me something, though I shake my head to him.

 

"What's with you? Did I do something wrong?" P'Vee asks me once he sees that I don't say anything.

 

"No..." I reply in a normal tone. P'Vee didn't do anything wrong. I myself don't pay that much attention to these anniversary dates, but I feel more strongly about it today because of the Facebook notification. I want to know whether P'Vee has seen the notification telling us about our posts from a year ago. But seeing him like this, I know that he hasn't seen it yet. It's not surprising, though. He was holding his phone all night, but only to play that game.

 

"Are you pissed that I played the game till late?" The handsome face looks at me anxiously, making me laugh in my mind.

 

"You call that till late? That's still morning where I come from." I reply.

"Mark-" The deep voice calls out to me pleadingly. "I got a bit carried away." I try not to let out a smile, but in the end, my mouth curls up because of his pleading voice and swollen eyes.

 

"I'm just worried about you. Your eyes are all swollen." I say.

"I won't do it again." He claims, and smiles at me stupidly, so I nod back.

 

"Uhm." I acknowledge from within my throat before continuing to eat.

"Are ya doin' anything today?" P'Vee asks once we're about to get full.

 

"No. How about you?"

 

"I wanna play..." His sharp eyes glance down at the phone before looking up and smiling at me. "..with you."

 

After the dishes have been cleared, we come to sit and lie down in front of the TV. P'Vee uses my lap instead of the pillow while I watch a cartoon. He turns his face to the TV and watches it together with me.

 

"Why am I so sleepy when I watch it?" The deep voice grumbles softly, prompting me to look down at him.

 

"You shouldn't even be asking," I say, just that.

 

"Sleepy..." The big fella turns his body towards me. His eyes look up, and he makes a pleading voice. I can't help but smile when he does such cute things like this.

 

"If you're sleepy, then sleep," I tell him, and brush his front hair up, to which he frowns at me a bit.

 

"Who'll watch the cartoon with you then?" He asks.

"I can just watch it myself," I reply.

 

It's not like he usually watches it with me anyway. Whenever I'm watching TV, he's always on his phone or reading a book. He's graduated now and is looking for a job. He's picky about which company to work for, so I've no clue which one he'll pick once he's hired, though he said he wants to work somewhere near me. Because he's jealous over me...

 

I slide my hand into the mop of hair of the one who's about to fall asleep, brushing it to make him feel comfortable, occasionally switching to massage his temples. 'Vee's gone silent now and must have really fallen asleep.

 

I'm not paying attention to the TV, even though it's on. I feel good just sitting and looking at his face. It's unbelievable that such a thought could come to my mind. I feel bashful and smile to myself, before looking down at Vee as before.

 

The cartoon I'm addicted to has now ended, but P'Vee is still asleep. His phone vibrates on the table in front of the sofa, but I don't dare move to pick it up, as the guy on my lap seems to be so deep in his sleep. It's been nearly two hours since he's been sleeping like this. My legs are all numb, but I don't know why I'm so happy.

 

I pick up my phone, lying nearby, to take a photo of him for my own keeping. He's handsome even when he's asleep. Despite his ageing and fatigue due to the recent load of work he had to submit before graduating, he's still attractive in my eyes.

 

Masa Mark

Just now

With V with Vee Vivis

12 likes 2 comments

 

Soon enough, I uploaded the photo I just took onto Facebook. My other hand is placed on P'Vee's head. His pretty-coloured hair is messy because I rubbed it until it was out of shape. The handsome face looks relaxed, and the pretty eyes look fast asleep. More and more people comment and press the Like button. I now have a similar number of followers as P'Vee, both high schoolers and college students.

 

Northh: What's with this you and V thing? Wake him up for me now.

Da Rinner: How very cute.

Poppapp: / remember last year, P'Vee updated his status to be in a relationship with Mark. You're still going

strong this year. Aww.

James, it's read James not Ja-mes: This is called showing off, right?

Tonkla: He made the team lose, but how can he just lie down on Mark's lap like that? Irresponsible bastard Vee Vivis.

Tootsie Li, mech. eng.: So annoying to see him sleeping all day like that. I hope you don't get a job.

Masa Mark: If P'Vee doesn't get a job, then what would I eat?

Tee tee, not just hitting iron: Come eat with me, Masa Mark

Pandora: I hope Vee doesn't get a job as well. / wanna eat too, hehe.

Tootsie Li, mech. eng.: There's no place for other bitches. Can't you see the photo?

Yewaa: Please have sympathy for single ones like meee.

Winnie the Pooh: Pack Pakaraphon

Pack Pakaraphon: Be conservative with your body Masa Mark

Vee Vivis: I think it's a bit too late to be saying that to him Pack Pakaraphon 

 

I look down at my lap upon seeing the latest comment. P'Vee is holding his phone and replying in the comments section. I furrow my brows, confused as to when he woke up.

 

"When did you wake up?" I ask.

"Since James was commenting." A muffled voice replies.

 

"You're not sleepy anymore?"

 

"The phone was vibrating that strongly; it's no wonder I woke up. Why are you this freakin' popular, huh?" He scrolls down through the comments and grumbles.

 

"That's a photo of you, though." I point out.

 

"Whatever. Even though I'm right here, there are still comments about how cute and good-looking you are." He complains, before sitting himself up.

 

"Numb," I say softly, as I press down on my thighs. P'Vee looks at me before placing his phone down.

 

"I'm sorry. Do you feel a lot of aching?" He reaches his hand out to press and massage me.

 

"Softly first! It hurts!" I say, and swipe his hand away. It's the moment when the blood is passing up into the area that lacked blood for a long time, so I feel a stinging sensation in my thighs.

 

"Sorry. Why didn't you wake me up? What should I do then? Do you have to go see a doctor?"

 

"P'Vee! Can you stop being too much?" I turn and scold him. "Just leave it for a while, and it'll get better. As if you've never experienced this." I say, which makes him calm down.

"I'm just worried. You're my wife. You're so important to me." I open my mouth agape upon hearing P'Vee's words. His voice sounds displeased, though his facial expression clearly shows that he's concerned about me.

 

"I'm fine now," I say to him, and move around for him to see. He sits down beside me and looks at my thighs.

 

"Tell me next time."

"I didn't feel it when you were lying on me," I reply.

 

"Yeah, well, okay. I'll go back to seeing the ones who are complimenting you, then." P'Vee says and picks up his phone to continue browsing.

 

"You want some water?" I ask after standing up.

 

"I'd like a cold, refreshing glass of water that'll make me feel like I kissed you on the cheek upon drinking it." I sigh when the handsome face turns and replies to me with a smile.

 

"I just asked if you want any water," I reply, just that, before turning towards the refrigerator. I pour two glasses of water, one for myself and the other for P'Vee.

 

"Such a lovely wife." He teases me when I hand him the glass of water.

 

"I'm gonna splash you." I make a splashing gesture to him, but he grabs the glass in time, using one hand to raise the glass to drink, while the other to scroll the phone back and forth.

 

"Mark!"

"What?" I turn to ask the one who's making a surprised voice.

 

"Look here..."

"What?" I'm asking because I've already seen it's our post from last year.

 

"Our anniversary. Don't tell me you couldn't remember." P'Vee says, and looks at me poutingly.

 

"I remembered. I've shared it as well." I answer and flash him a superior smile.

 

"What? Then why didn't you say anything to me? Let's share it again together." P'Vee says, and snatches the phone away from my hand. He presses the share button and writes the caption We're gonna share like this every year, while his caption reads We're gonna love like this every day. The uploads appear simultaneously, with mine on top and P'Vee's at the bottom. When the screen is scrolled down, it reads… We'll share it this way every year. We're gonna love like this every day.

 

"P'Vee.."

 

"What?" He turns to look at me. "I wanna tell the world that we've been loving each other for a year now. This doesn't include the time we flirted, pouted, and fought. If we include those times, I'm pretty sure we'd have kids by now." He says it casually, though my face becomes red upon hearing the last sentence.

 

"Why you're so.."

"I'm so what? Hmm?"

 

"You don't have any shame in you."

 

"Why should I feel any shame? This is the truth." He says, and turns to look at me. 

 

"Look, look at these comments by my nonsensical friends." I lean in to read the comments in P'Vee's phone after he says so. The comments from his friends, seniors, or even my friends are mostly snide remarks, whereas P'Vee's fan club members comment positively, congratulating him. Upon seeing the comments, I realise that the guy who used to be hot is still very much so, even though it's been a while now since he graduated. He's actually even hotter when compared to me.

 

"You've got so many comments," I say, even though I'm still looking down and reading the comments.

 

"Sure. I'm handsome." I sigh slowly after he finishes talking. 

"You're so full of yourself."

 

Smooch!

P'Vee kisses me quickly at the corner of my mouth as I'm reproaching him. The handsome guy steps back a bit and raises his brows at me, who's stunned. It's not that we've never kissed, nor am I excited when our lips touch, but I admit the firm tenderness is a partial reason why I'm stunned. The main reason, though, is P'Vee's smile.

 

"What? I'm so full of what?"

"Full of yourse.."

Smooch!

 

Before I can finish the sentence, P'Vee does the same thing again. His handsome smile indicates his teasing mood and his joy at enjoying this moment.

 

"If there's something I'm full of, it's probably you, Mark." He says, and shifts his body a bit. He presses me down on his muscular thighs, with one hand on my cheek, while the other rubs my head gently.

 

"What the hell are you doing, P?" I ask when I see his weird behaviour.

"Well, I'm doing as you said. I want you to be full of me as well." The deep voice utters softly from within his throat.

 

"Hey now...ouch~ That's enough," I say, and sit back up as before.

"Hey...don't you feel anything? When you did this to me, I felt so freakin' good." He says, and makes a puzzled face.

 

"I do feel something, but.."

"But what?" He says with a crumpled face.

 

"Well, suddenly you press me down and rub my head. Don't you think that's a bit weird?" I respond with a look that's probably equally crumpled.

 

"It is..." He says. "But it's also weird that I've been interested in you since back then, isn't it?"

 

"Then why were you interested in me?" I query back.

 

"I dunno. I don't even know why I love you right now. All I know is that I can't live without you." The answer I hear makes me stunned even more than when we kissed just now. My brain goes blank, my heart beats fast, and it seems that all the blood rushes to my face. This symptom is stronger than any other time, just upon hearing that P'Vee can't live without me.

 

"Me…

"Hmm?" P'Vee lets out a voice from his throat and raises his brows at me, who's stammering.

 

"Me too," I answer softly, trying to avert my eyes away from the handsome face and the pretty-colored eyes.

"You too what?" The deep voice asks on, even though the answer is clear. I know that he knows the answer, because his tone has no trace of curiosity in it, only enjoyment and the desire for teasing.

 

"Well..same as you," I utter, look up, and lock eyes with him. "I can't live without you now." I don't know since when, nor do I know when these feelings developed, but at the moment I cannot take my eyes off of this man. I cannot control the beating of my heart when I'm in front of him, nor can I control my emotions or expressions, simply because he is P'Vee.

 

"Hmph! You know how to act cute, too?" P'Vee says, before reaching out to pinch my cheeks hard and then letting go.

 

"It hurts! Is it red?" I exclaim, and rub my cheeks since I feel a bit hot.

 

"It's been red since I told you that I can't live without you." P'Vee turns to reply to me. "Oh! Or was it since I said I'm gonna love you every day?" The handsome face sends me a little smile, before slowly leaning closer to ask me. He leans so close to me that I have to lean backwards.

 

"Step back." I push to stop him, and he duly obliges.

 

"I'm sorry for forgetting our anniversary." The sharp eyes look into mine, indicating his sincerity and determination to really apologise.

 

"I didn't think much of it," I reply. I don't feel upset, and neither should he feel any sorrow or guilt. We both know that these things aren't that big of a deal. It's just another day with a special name compared to other days. It's not much different from any other day, because getting to be with P'Vee already makes me happy every day.

 

"But I'm sorry anyway. In case you were expecting something. It's good that you don't think much of it, though, because I don't really put much thought into such things." He moves away a bit before saying. I smile thinly at P'Vee and move closer to him. The handsome guy makes a confused face but doesn't move away.

 

"As long as you remember to love me every day, that's all I ask of you," I say, and smile bashfully, while he slowly unfurls a smile upon hearing my request.

 

"I love you every day just like you love me every day too, right?" He says as he moves closer to me.

"Yeah. love me just like I love you every day." I reply. P'Vee doesn't need to say anything else, because once I finish the sentence, our faces that were already close come even closer. My hand that was in front of me is now placed on his shoulder, while our mouths that uttered sweet words to each other are now clasping.

 

P'Vee gradually touches my lips, gently nibbling on the edge of my mouth, before tenderly sliding his tongue in. He gives me sweetness and thrill at the same time, which I don't refuse. We kiss softly, though it clearly expresses our feelings —love, warmth, and contentment. Whether it's one year, ten years, or however many more years, all I ask is that P'Vee stay with me like this. I hope that we love each other for a long time, every day and every year. That's all I ask of him.