OOPS! MYSTERIOUS SOUNDS: BOOK 2.

The 22nd voice. 

(Jinna)

 

The beetle is drunk on alcohol, while I'm drunk on people. I unconsciously glanced down at the figure lying there. Phodduang lay there, his eyes half-closed, glistening with tears. They were hidden beneath a white shirt with the buttons undone, the black slacks loosened considerably from the waist down.

 

"hot"

 

The owner of those beautiful lips grumbled again, trying to pull down his pants, which had the zipper all the way down. I smiled affectionately before leaning over to kiss his furrowed brow.

 

"Jin is hot." The beetle groaned in displeasure.

 

"Why don't you go take a shower first?"

 

The boy didn't answer but tried to sit up, raising both arms as if he wanted me to help him take off his shirt. I smiled before helping him unbutton the remaining buttons until the pale skin of the boy's body was visible through the gaps in the two sides of the shirt placket.

 

"And the pants too."

 

The drunk guy kept asking for more, so I grabbed a towel nearby, wrapped it around his waist, and slowly pulled his slacks off his bare legs. At that moment, the beetle twitched, creating a gap in the towel.

 

I'm really intoxicated by the whiteness.

So white... I want to touch it.

 

I sighed heavily. At that moment, Phodduang was fidgeting restlessly. The drunk man swayed so much I was afraid he'd fall backwards, so I grabbed him and pulled him closer. Phodduang rested his head on my chest and rubbed it back and forth as if trying to be affectionate, his hands wandering restlessly. At one point, his hand unintentionally brushed against the middle of my body.

 

"Don't fall."

I took that hand and kissed it.

"No fall."

 

"Why don't you take a shower to sober up first?"

"Mmm, take a bath."

 

"Want to shower together?"

I kissed those pale cheeks hard.

 

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[Phodduang]

 

It was very late, and the air outside was quite cool, but the bathroom was scorching hot. Two big men were squeezed together in the cramped bathroom, completely naked. I was sober now, but my body was burning hot from the touch of the man behind me. Especially with his hands caressing my body all over like this. The soap was a great help, making the touch smooth and effortless.

 

"Jin"

 

"Ugh, don't squeeze," I groaned as I felt a strong touch on my chest. "Jin."

 

"yes"

 

"Mm, Jin."

 

"I can't take it anymore."

 

It brushed against the gap, sending goosebumps. I felt a burning sensation as I sensed the intense pressure Jin was exerting from behind, as our naked bodies rubbed against each other. 

 

"Ah!"

Jin gently nibbled at the back of my neck.

 

"Hurry up and take a shower."

 

We took a quick shower together, and not long after, we were making out in the bedroom. Jin seemed like he'd lost his mind; he started kissing me. As if in a trance, his hands caressed her body all over.

 

"Go...turn off the lights first." I pushed his handsome face away and spoke breathlessly, gesturing towards the light switch. Jin grinned, his eyes sparkling. He surveyed my body with a glint in his eyes, and his flirtatious demeanour made me feel embarrassed, so I covered my chest with both hands. Luckily, I had a towel wrapped around my waist. But now it feels like the knot that's been tying around my side is about to unravel. 

 

I feel like a sweet treat, carefully wrapped up. Then one day, its owner, craving it, slowly and carefully unwrapped the candy until the piece was completely open, revealing its filling.

 

I flinched and quickly squeezed my legs together. Those dangerous eyes scanned across my face like they'd found a favourite treat. They lingered, staring at my thighs. For a long minute, I saw him swallow. Not long after, his handsome face leaned closer, his lips brushing against my neck. Jin gently nibbled on my ear, his breath brushing against the area and sending shivers down my spine.

 

"Jin..."

 

"yes"

 

"Turn off the lights first."

 

"Lights, please."

 

It spoke while moving its lips to his chest and greedily possessing both breasts.

 

"Jin"

 

"Let me take a closer look first."

 

The tone of his voice made me feel dizzy, as a wave of heat rushed to my cheeks.

 

"I'm embarrassed."

 

"Where did that talented person from earlier go?"

 

It lifted its head from my chest and asked with a smile, its sharp eyes sparkling. I glared at it immediately. I was drunk just now, that's why I was bold enough to invite it. Okay, now that the effects of the alcohol are wearing off and my senses are returning, the feeling of embarrassment is starting to kick in.

 

"Turn off the lights," I said softly, "please," stroking its bare chest. "I beg you." It smiled brightly.

 

"Mmm."

 

I felt my face flush when the person above me placed my hand on the middle of their body. Damn it, Jin was so ready. He was more than ready. This is too much. I'm so ready that I feel uneasy when I sense that my weapon is fully prepared.

 

"That's too much, Jin."

 

That damn Jin burst into laughter.

 

"That's too much. Can I change my mind now?"

 

"It's too late."

“...."

 

"No changing your mind. No leaving the room until morning." Jin whispered a kiss close to my lips, then moved his lips to give my cheek a light kiss again before pulling away to turn off the light. Now the room was dark.

 

Suddenly, only the light from the front of the house shone through the window. I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them. The person who had pulled away earlier was now leaning back, pressing their body against mine again. I felt a slight tremor, then heard something tearing through the foil. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could tell that the other party was preparing something for himself.

 

"Are you scared?"

I reluctantly nodded in agreement.

 

"Do you trust me?"

 

"I read online that the first time you get it done, it hurts a lot."

 

"Uh-huh"

I punched him hard in the shoulder.

 

"You're supposed to comfort me by saying it only hurts a little."

 

"Looks like he doesn't want to lie."

 

"Yes, there are so many." Jin chuckled softly, so I pinched him.

 

"Ouch," it whispered in my ear after the assault. "It hurts. Stop it." Before I could stop, it grabbed my hand and kissed it. "If you don't stop, I'll pinch you back."

 

I challenged it, so it leaned in and kissed my cheek playfully.

 

"Damn"

 

I flinched slightly when I felt those long, slender fingers smear the wet gel onto my groin. Before I could make a sound, those fingertips slid inside my body, the slow movement of that foreign object made my legs unable to lift off the mattress 

 

"Mm, Jin."

 

"Just bear with it."

 

"Ah!"

 

"If I don't do this, you'll hurt a lot."

 

I felt a churning in my stomach as it went from one finger to two and then three, and so on. It wasn't rushed, but it gradually made me feel emotionally involved as well.

 

"Are you ready?"

 

I shook my head quickly at the question. It then kissed the corner of my eye, where a few tears were welling up.

 

"Should I stop?"

 

"No...wait a minute."

 

"If you can't handle it, you can tell me anytime."

 

"Mmm."

 

I let out a deep breath. Just touching it with his fingers made my stomach ache this much. If I actually experienced the real thing, wouldn't I get a fever and chills? 

 

While I was racking my brain, His warm lips lingered, kissing the corner of my eye and tracing down my cheek. His other hand stroked my back in a comforting gesture. Jin was incredibly gentle, and this gentleness melted my heart.

 

"Jin"

 

"yes"

 

"Ready...

 

"Huh?"

"Ready, uh, Jin."

 

"Is that okay?"

 

From fingers, it transformed into 'something else,' something much larger than the already widened opening. That left me speechless, stunned. Jin froze.

 

"Hmph, you bastard!"

 

It hugged me and gently kissed the corner of my eye.

 

"Why did you bring so much stuff?"

 

I playfully punched him in the chest, and he chuckled softly.

 

"Excuse me."

 

"You're not really remorseful, are you, you bastard? Don't move!"

 

"Sorry, you held me too tightly."

 

I held it tightly as it moved its body slowly.

 

"Imagine it slowly."

 

*yes"

 

"Every time you're with me, it hurts."

 

Jin laughed again. I glared at him, pouted, and sucked in my breath because it felt strange. Soon after, his slow movements increased. The movement intensified.

 

"Ah," I groaned, "gently."

 

You're being way too gentle.

 

"Harder! Ow!"

 

"My wife is so hard to please."

 

"It hurts."

 

I was too dazed to speak because I felt so good. Jin's movements were so rhythmic that I could barely breathe. I tried to stifle a cry, but it was so difficult. I wanted so badly to tell him not to move so forcefully; the wooden floor upstairs might shake and wake Beam and Thiw in the next room. But now I can do nothing but surrender to the lead of my lover, no matter which way it twists or turns. There is no more resistance.

 

"Jin"

 

"yes"

 

"It's too deep. I can't handle it."

 

"Just bear with it a little longer."

 

"Damn it, Jin," I burst into sobs, not from pain, but from other emotions that my lover unleashed without restraint. Our activities continued.

 

After a while, I felt as tired as if I had run dozens of kilometres. Jin kissed and licked my face passionately before moving violently and releasing. Everything was still. Something was still motionless inside me, Jin's breath was hot, and I could feel beads of sweat breaking out on his bare back.

 

"Is it hot?"

 

"Mmm."

 

"Let's go take a shower."

 

"Hmm"

 

While I lay there, breathing heavily, answering in a faint voice, like someone still unconscious, the person on top, who seemed to have reached their climax, thrust their body into me again. One thing was so strong it hurt.

 

"Jin", I yelled and punched him in the chest. That bastard was being too mean!

 

"Sorry," he kissed my temple and chuckled softly. "I thought you were asleep, so I woke you up."

 

"You're evil."

 

"Excuse me."

 

I'll remember this, I'll remember it forever: men who speak sweetly in bed are the bad guys, the dangerous ones. Never trust them. Ugh, I'm all bruised.

 

I thought that after showering and washing, I would fall into a deep sleep, but instead, my brain woke up. I lay there with my eyes open, nestled against his bare chest. It's quiet.

 

"You're not asleep yet?"

 

"Mmm."

 

"Does it hurt a lot?"

 

His cold hand caressed my waist until I grabbed it and held onto it. Earlier, Jin had given me some fever medicine. He said he was worried I would get a fever. Tomorrow, definitely. Even though I took the medicine, I still feel achy and want to rest badly, but I can't sleep.

 

"I'm sorry, I hurt you."

 

"Your voice doesn't sound remorseful at all, Jin."

 

I made a grumpy face at it.

 

"I feel really guilty."

 

"So you won't do this to me again, right?"

 

"Next time I'll be gentler."

 

I punched him in the shoulder out of annoyance.

 

"Please."

 

"You can ask for anything."

".."

 

"I love you so much I could die."

 

"But as for not interfering with you, I admit I can't," he said, stroking my back. "You know what? The more I own you, the more possessive I become."

 

“Jin"

 

"yes"

 

"Could you repeat that sentence?"

 

"I love you"

I suppressed a smile.

 

"I love you so much, Phodduang," he said firmly. "I'm not saying this because I'm overjoyed to have you again. The truth is, I've felt this way about you for a long time." I immediately smiled.

 

"how"

 

"I've been watching someone for a long time. I watch them every time they come to watch their close friends practice football. Every time they come, they're always with their friends, so I've never had the chance to approach them. We finally got to know each other, and really got to know each other, when the juniors from our faculty became friends."

 

My face flushed before I spoke softly in a low voice. "Because you're the one who's taking over the football practice court!"

 

Jin chuckled softly.

*Because I want to see your face.*

 

Suddenly, I felt my face burning up.

 

"The reason I took my junior to the same rehearsal place was that I wanted to see his face, you know?"

 

"How would I know?"

 

I mumbled something under my breath, playing along in a teasing way. Who would have known he was trying to flirt? "We're suddenly at odds, even though I wanted to talk nicely to him. But I ended up making him hate me. I was going to apologise for our junior getting along with him, but there's no one here."

 

"But he got injured first." I hugged the other person tightly.

 

"Sorry, I misunderstood you for a year, thinking you were deliberately messing with me. I didn't know you disappeared because you were resting your leg after an accident." 

 

During that time, I spent several months watching Dang practice soccer, but Jin never showed up. I thought he was intentionally bothering me because he didn't show up. They didn't take any responsibility at all, but when the truth came out, it made me feel quite guilty.

 

"It's alright. It's my fault for bringing the kids to compete with you for the training field."

 

"Then it's your fault. We're both wrong."

 

"But I feel good about it, because that misunderstanding led you to ask me to help you win him over, in exchange for you stopping being angry." He chuckled softly.

 

"So you've got your chance, huh? You're incredibly cunning."

 

"The elephant has already eaten the sugarcane."

 

"Seriously, are you hiding anything from me?"

 

I tentatively tested the waters, and Jin paused for a moment before speaking.

"Would you like to hear a bedtime story?"

 

I immediately burst into smiles.

"Do you want to tell me? If you do, I'll listen carefully." He hugged me tighter.

 

"Khun Ronnalak is my father."

 

There was silence between us at that moment. "Didn't you say you were going to tell a story?" Suddenly, at nine, he blurted that out, leaving me completely stunned.

"No wonder."

 

I muttered to myself, thinking about the family lawyer who had been following Jin around all this time. So, Jin really is connected to Ronnalak, is he? It's no ordinary matter, considering he's the son of a prominent family.

 

"The eldest son, born to the first wife, died suddenly in an accident. That's how I became one of the options to improve the situation there."

 

I listened attentively to his story.

"The business partners lacked confidence, the tycoon himself fell ill, and his other children were still too young; none of them was of legal age."

 

"You're the only one who's fully prepared right now, aren't you?"

 

I spoke up.

"Jin"

 

"Isn't it strange? On the day I needed them, nobody wanted me to be a part of it. How awful."

 

I held its hand and squeezed it gently.

 

"My mother used to be a secretary for a wealthy businessman before she secretly had an affair with him. His wife caught them and kicked my mother out. That was before I, the son of a wealthy family, was born."

 

"It was all worthless before, but today I am valuable because half of the blood flowing through my veins is Ronnalak's." Jin's voice was so flat that I felt uneasy, so I leaned my cheek against his neck.

 

"I accepted the offer to temporarily fill the void as a nobody because there was something in exchange."

 

"Was it worth doing?"

 

"Worth it," he said, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Even if I had to do more, if it meant getting what I asked for, it would be worth it." I didn't understand what that exchange was, and I didn't care. Because what I cared about most was his peace of mind.

 

"Are you sure you're okay?"

It once said it cared about me the most. I want to say the same thing.

 

"I'm worried about you, Jin."

 

"I'm most worried about you, too."

 

"Thank you so much, Phodduang. Just having you here is enough."

 

"Mmm."

 

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[Jinna]

 

"Jin"

The weak, weary voice sounded, and a wrinkled hand reached out to me. "Is that Jin, my child?"

 

I moved closer and reached out to hold Anda's mother's hand. Earlier, I had received a call from Anda's brother saying that their mother wasn't feeling well but really wanted to see me. That afternoon after school, I rushed home, and what I saw was Anda's mother lying on the bed, her face pale and her body burning up with fever. She tried to sit up when I reached out to help her, but she looked really weak, so I quickly moved to support her.

 

"Mom, please rest first. Don't get up yet."

 

"Jin, last night Mom dreamt about Anda."

 

"yes"

 

I furrowed my brows before turning to meet the gaze of Anda's father, who was sitting silently in a corner.

 

"Anda says he wants to go home," Mom said, sobbing, looking unwell. "What should I do, Jin?" I sighed heavily before comforting Anda's mother for a while. After crying so much, she seemed exhausted and fell asleep. I sat watching my father gently pull the blanket over my mother. The pain in his eyes was so deep that I felt sorry for him.

 

"Because of my father"

 

"Yes?"

 

"Your father once said not to let Anda return to Ban Don, the place where Anda gave the interview, saying he had a boyfriend, right?"

 

"I can't accept this," he said, his voice trembling. "Her mother will never forget that incident, because Anda cried to her, but I was cruel and chased her out of the house."

 

"Since Anda passed away, my mother has been constantly reminiscing about that day, saying only that Anda wants to come home."

 

I know that my family, meaning my father and older brother, couldn't accept who Anda was. Anda's coming out caused a huge argument, and that incident must have been a deep wound for my mother ever since. She's had to take sleeping pills and see a psychiatrist since Anda passed away. My mother's condition has caused my father and older brother distress as well. My brother, Itthi, always says that some nights my mother wakes up crying because she misses Anda. A mother's heart must be filled with the most pain and suffering when she loses her beloved child.

 

"That's why he's like this—because of his parents."

 

"If Dad had accepted Anda for who he was back then, Anda wouldn't have tried to kill himself." I saw tears welling up in both of her eyes.

 

"Does Dad trust me?"

 

"What does Jin mean?"

 

"Anda didn't commit suicide, Father."

 

I sat and talked with Anda's father until late afternoon. That's when I saw Itthi driving a car into the house. I glanced at it for a moment because I remembered that it was Anda's family car.

 

"Ithi has arrived."

 

"Where have you been, P'Itthi? I was just about to ask."

 

"Itti took the car to be washed. Lately, Itti has been taking care of other things because I have to take care of Mom all the time," Dad said.

 

"Feeling sluggish," he said. "Lately, everything's been going on. The other day, my dad's car wouldn't start. Luckily, Itthi knows a bit about cars."

"It's a loss, isn't it?" Brother Itthi asked with a smile, his gaze fixed directly on me. "By the way, did you borrow Art's car?"

 

That Audi was sent by the tycoon for me to use; it's not my friend's car at all. More importantly, Art drives a BMW, not an Audi. I smirked before speaking.

 

"Didn't you think I might have taken a Grab taxi, P' Itthi?"

 

Brother Itthi paused for a moment. For a fleeting instant, I saw a fierce glint in his eyes before a faint smile appeared on his handsome face.

 

"I was just joking."

"We're really funny with a 'deadpan' smile."