LOVE SICK (NOVEL)160
[Translation] Love Sick : Chapter 23 GREATEST DAY
BY KUDALAKORN · SEPTEMBER 17, 2014
LSN_23
This post contains the plots from future episodes of Love Sick The Series. (As in they haven’t aired yet.) Please avoid reading if you do not want any spoilers. The novel is originally called LOVE SICK : Chunlamoon Noom Kang Keng Namgern by [INDRYTIMES] (LOVE SICK : The Chaotic Lives of Blue Shorts Guys)
CHAPTER 23: GREATEST DAY
Finally, the soccer tournament has arrived. You think that all those practices were tiring? The real day was even worse. I didn’t get to sleep last night since I was so busy with the uniforms, taking care of the instruments and a bunch of other things. I took a nap around 2 in the morning, but then Om kicked me and woke me up at exactly 2:25 am because there was a problem with a horn. What in the holy hell? I fixed this piece of crap just the other day. Maybe it is time to buy a new one. Basically, I’ve only had 25 minutes worth of sleep before I needed to drag my exhausted and barely functioning body to Suphachalasai Stadium, even before the roosters are awake.
The morning sun was shining at us with no mercy, several of the underclassmen marching band members had fainted. I had to rush and grab the first aid kit that we fortunately brought along with us. So I ended up holding a walkie-talkie in one hand and the first aid kit in the other. Nevertheless, I constantly needed to fix some of the instruments that broke down. Occasionally, when we were in dire need of something, I had to ask some of the underclassmen who were free to run to Siam and buy them. It has been a chaotic day so far.
“Yo! Don’t faint! Don’t faint!” Here we go again. I quickly turn and catch nong Ae, the clarinet player, whose face is completely void of any blood. I grab a wet towel and dab his pale face. Not only I need to make sure these guys stay alive, I also need to keep an ear out and reply to the messages from the walkie-talkie every now and then. I’m getting pretty dizzy myself.
“Bank to Noh. Is the band ready?” I flinch when I hear my name from the headphones. I hastily reply back.
“Noh replying to Bank. We’re ready.”
“Then please get into position.” Here goes nothing. Fighting. I pat the band members on the back to get their attention so they would get up before I try to reach Film via the walkie-talkie. He seems to have disappeared on us.
“Noh to Film. Please get into your position. I’m about to send the band over.”
“Film replying to Noh. Yes. I am on my way.” I bet he was checking out the girls here. I shake my head before I walk over to lead the underclassmen to where they’re supposed to be. But then, I hear a voice calling out my name from the walkie-talkie.
“Earn to Noh. Don’t forget that we made plans, okay?” Eh, this bastard. Where the heck did he come from? I stare at the walkie-talkie with a puzzled look before I reply.
“Noh replying to Earn. Yeah, just lemme finish up first.”
The walkie-talkie goes silent momentarily before somebody else says something. “Please don’t play around with the walkie-talkie.” I couldn’t help but let out a laughter. The underclassmen nearby turn to look at me with confusion in their faces.
Heh, that was Phun’s voice.
***
The marching band begins to walk into the stadium, which means that my job here is done and I no longer need to stick around (because Film and Om are already taking care of the rest). My new job, however, is rushing to the area under the stands and check the monitors to see whether everything is going smoothly or not and report to Film.
I half walk and half run to under the stands area. I notice different staff members from various departments, such as the cheer team, the technical team, and the design team all wearing the jumpsuit and busily working away. I wave at Mark, who is part of the design team. He has an anxious look on his face as he tries to make changes to the stands layout. He still has the time to wave back at me. (Seriously?) Nearby, I see Mo, who is working in the technical department today, having a seemingly stressful discussion with the welfare members. There are some sort of blueprints in their hands. Everyone seems to be very occupied.
I search around for a monitor that would be able to help me. I didn’t need to idle for too long when a 10th grader waves me over. “This one, p’!”
I smile and run over to have a seat next to him. I watch as the band and the troops march inside the stadium. To be honest, I’m not exactly paying attention to the monitor since I’m too busy talking to Paeng about PangYa. (Film and Om can never find out about this.)
As expected, I spot Phun’s back for a short moment. He is wearing the jumpsuit and is working nearby. (He’s working in the technical department, I just found that out when I saw him wearing the uniform.) However, I’m not really paying any attention to him since I’m too preoccupied with my discussion with nong Paeng. Well, at least I was until he went quiet.
“What is it, p’Phun?” Wah? What the hell? I instantly turn around to look when I heard nong Paeng’s voice. Phun Phumipat is rudely crouching down behind me even though he’s still wearing his own set of huge headphones.
“Can I sit there? Let’s trade places,” he tells nong Paeng. I really wanted to smack him in the head. Paeng obviously gives up his seat since Phun is abusing his seniority power. Heh heh heh. He still has the nerves to flash a big smile before he takes off his headphone and passes it to the underclassman, “Take this too. Earn is giving out orders on channel 2.” Where I come from, we call this shrugging off your own responsibilities to other people.
“Is he gonna be able to do that though?” I whisper a question to Phun. However, he gives me a relaxed smile before he puts nong Phaeng’s headphones on. Now, he’s listening to channel 11 just like I am. “Of course, don’t underestimate him.”
Phun says as he presses some buttons on the keyboard to change the camera angles in order to get a clearer feed of the marching band, “I know you better anyway.”
“Quit running your mouth off…” I tell him off but I can’t help but smile to myself since the feed is clearer now. I’m letting Film know through the walkie-talkie when I notice any mistakes or problems.
Soon enough, the troops and the last member of the marching band exit the stadium. I let out a huge sigh of relief because everything went smoothly. Well, aside from Ngoi who played the flute in a wrong key twice. I should kick his ass later.
“Sighhhhh.“
“So you’re all done for the day, right?” Phun asks me as he switches the monitor back to the cheer stands like before. I don’t know how to answer him since technically, I am finished but I’m kind of also not finished. “I still gotta go see Earn.”
“Right, what did he mean by what he said earlier?” Phun takes the opportunity to ask me. I stretch before I answer him, “He helped out with my club’s budget problem, remember? He asked me if I could share some of the beverages from the marching band to the stands since no one helps him with getting anything to drink at all.” I finished and was about to get up to do just as I told Phun but he pulls me back to sit down. “Then you don’t need to go.”
“Why the hell not?”
I furrow my brows at Phun who is grinning at the monitor as the cheer stands spell something obnoxious. However, I feel like Phun is the one being way more obnoxious right now. “Well, I…already paid him back. And I returned the dog tag too,” he gives me a quick answer before he speaks into the walkie-talkie. “Monitor to Cheer team. S-30 is incorrect, please take care of that.”
“Hold up! We’re not done talking about this yet!” I pull on his sleeves so that he is unable to keep typing on the keyboard. “Yeah, we are.” Phun argues as he laughs before going back to adjusting the camera angles.
“What the hell? You returned the money already? The school gave the money for our club already?”
“Not yet.”
“Then how did you return the money to him?’
“Not telling you. Monitor to Cheer team. Check E-14 please.” This jerk continues to avoid the subject. I wrinkle my nose at him (even though he isn’t looking at me) before I pick my butt up to walk away. “I still need to go. I already promised him.”
And that’s the second time he pulls me back down to the seat. Oh sure, you’re quick when it comes to this stuff. “You know how to handle this monitor, right?” Phun asks me. I nod, although I don’t entirely understand his point.
“Wanna wear the jumpsuit? But now I’m not sure whether I should nod even though I’m dying to wear one on the inside. I stare at him with my brows furrowed.
“Don’t look so confused. I know that you wanna. Follow me. Tle, can you take care of this for a bit? Be right back,” he says as he drags me along with him.
What the hell is he up to?!
***
We stop at where the cheerleaders change their clothes. The area is currently empty because they’re already on standby at the entrance. I stand here with a puzzled look on my face as I watch him lowering the zipper of his jumpsuit.
“Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! What the hell are you doing?!” Is he gonna force himself on me right here?! No way! The floor is too hard! Wait! I mean, I won’t let him!
He ignores my protest and continues to strip from his jumpsuit. I keep my eyes tightly shut because I don’t want to see anything obscene. I can hear the sound of clothes being removed nonstop.
After a little while, I feel something thrown on my shoulder. I open one of my eyes to see Phun standing there in a white t-shirt and a pair of boxers. He grins and shakes his head as if he wants to laugh at me. “Let’s trade. Give me your clothes.” Jeez…that’s easy for you to say. You had the jumpsuit on which meant that you were wearing a full outfit underneath. But all I’m wearing is a t-shirt and jeans and nothing else!
“
LOVE SICK (NOVEL)160
[Translation] Love Sick : Chapter 23 GREATEST DAY
BY KUDALAKORN · SEPTEMBER 17, 2014
LSN_23
This post contains the plots from future episodes of Love Sick The Series. (As in they haven’t aired yet.) Please avoid reading if you do not want any spoilers. The novel is originally called LOVE SICK : Chunlamoon Noom Kang Keng Namgern by [INDRYTIMES] (LOVE SICK : The Chaotic Lives of Blue Shorts Guys)
CHAPTER 23: GREATEST DAY
Finally, the soccer tournament has arrived. You think that all those practices were tiring? The real day was even worse. I didn’t get to sleep last night since I was so busy with the uniforms, taking care of the instruments and a bunch of other things. I took a nap around 2 in the morning, but then Om kicked me and woke me up at exactly 2:25 am because there was a problem with a horn. What in the holy hell? I fixed this piece of crap just the other day. Maybe it is time to buy a new one. Basically, I’ve only had 25 minutes worth of sleep before I needed to drag my exhausted and barely functioning body to Suphachalasai Stadium, even before the roosters are awake.
The morning sun was shining at us with no mercy, several of the underclassmen marching band members had fainted. I had to rush and grab the first aid kit that we fortunately brought along with us. So I ended up holding a walkie-talkie in one hand and the first aid kit in the other. Nevertheless, I constantly needed to fix some of the instruments that broke down. Occasionally, when we were in dire need of something, I had to ask some of the underclassmen who were free to run to Siam and buy them. It has been a chaotic day so far.
“Yo! Don’t faint! Don’t faint!” Here we go again. I quickly turn and catch nong Ae, the clarinet player, whose face is completely void of any blood. I grab a wet towel and dab his pale face. Not only I need to make sure these guys stay alive, I also need to keep an ear out and reply to the messages from the walkie-talkie every now and then. I’m getting pretty dizzy myself.
“Bank to Noh. Is the band ready?” I flinch when I hear my name from the headphones. I hastily reply back.
“Noh replying to Bank. We’re ready.”
“Then please get into position.” Here goes nothing. Fighting. I pat the band members on the back to get their attention so they would get up before I try to reach Film via the walkie-talkie. He seems to have disappeared on us.
“Noh to Film. Please get into your position. I’m about to send the band over.”
“Film replying to Noh. Yes. I am on my way.” I bet he was checking out the girls here. I shake my head before I walk over to lead the underclassmen to where they’re supposed to be. But then, I hear a voice calling out my name from the walkie-talkie.
“Earn to Noh. Don’t forget that we made plans, okay?” Eh, this bastard. Where the heck did he come from? I stare at the walkie-talkie with a puzzled look before I reply.
“Noh replying to Earn. Yeah, just lemme finish up first.”
The walkie-talkie goes silent momentarily before somebody else says something. “Please don’t play around with the walkie-talkie.” I couldn’t help but let out a laughter. The underclassmen nearby turn to look at me with confusion in their faces.
Heh, that was Phun’s voice.
***
The marching band begins to walk into the stadium, which means that my job here is done and I no longer need to stick around (because Film and Om are already taking care of the rest). My new job, however, is rushing to the area under the stands and check the monitors to see whether everything is going smoothly or not and report to Film.
I half walk and half run to under the stands area. I notice different staff members from various departments, such as the cheer team, the technical team, and the design team all wearing the jumpsuit and busily working away. I wave at Mark, who is part of the design team. He has an anxious look on his face as he tries to make changes to the stands layout. He still has the time to wave back at me. (Seriously?) Nearby, I see Mo, who is working in the technical department today, having a seemingly stressful discussion with the welfare members. There are some sort of blueprints in their hands. Everyone seems to be very occupied.
I search around for a monitor that would be able to help me. I didn’t need to idle for too long when a 10th grader waves me over. “This one, p’!”
I smile and run over to have a seat next to him. I watch as the band and the troops march inside the stadium. To be honest, I’m not exactly paying attention to the monitor since I’m too busy talking to Paeng about PangYa. (Film and Om can never find out about this.)
As expected, I spot Phun’s back for a short moment. He is wearing the jumpsuit and is working nearby. (He’s working in the technical department, I just found that out when I saw him wearing the uniform.) However, I’m not really paying any attention to him since I’m too preoccupied with my discussion with nong Paeng. Well, at least I was until he went quiet.
“What is it, p’Phun?” Wah? What the hell? I instantly turn around to look when I heard nong Paeng’s voice. Phun Phumipat is rudely crouching down behind me even though he’s still wearing his own set of huge headphones.
“Can I sit there? Let’s trade places,” he tells nong Paeng. I really wanted to smack him in the head. Paeng obviously gives up his seat since Phun is abusing his seniority power. Heh heh heh. He still has the nerves to flash a big smile before he takes off his headphone and passes it to the underclassman, “Take this too. Earn is giving out orders on channel 2.” Where I come from, we call this shrugging off your own responsibilities to other people.
“Is he gonna be able to do that though?” I whisper a question to Phun. However, he gives me a relaxed smile before he puts nong Phaeng’s headphones on. Now, he’s listening to channel 11 just like I am. “Of course, don’t underestimate him.”
Phun says as he presses some buttons on the keyboard to change the camera angles in order to get a clearer feed of the marching band, “I know you better anyway.”
“Quit running your mouth off…” I tell him off but I can’t help but smile to myself since the feed is clearer now. I’m letting Film know through the walkie-talkie when I notice any mistakes or problems.
Soon enough, the troops and the last member of the marching band exit the stadium. I let out a huge sigh of relief because everything went smoothly. Well, aside from Ngoi who played the flute in a wrong key twice. I should kick his ass later.
“Sighhhhh.“
“So you’re all done for the day, right?” Phun asks me as he switches the monitor back to the cheer stands like before. I don’t know how to answer him since technically, I am finished but I’m kind of also not finished. “I still gotta go see Earn.”
“Right, what did he mean by what he said earlier?” Phun takes the opportunity to ask me. I stretch before I answer him, “He helped out with my club’s budget problem, remember? He asked me if I could share some of the beverages from the marching band to the stands since no one helps him with getting anything to drink at all.” I finished and was about to get up to do just as I told Phun but he pulls me back to sit down. “Then you don’t need to go.”
“Why the hell not?”
I furrow my brows at Phun who is grinning at the monitor as the cheer stands spell something obnoxious. However, I feel like Phun is the one being way more obnoxious right now. “Well, I…already paid him back. And I returned the dog tag too,” he gives me a quick answer before he speaks into the walkie-talkie. “Monitor to Cheer team. S-30 is incorrect, please take care of that.”
“Hold up! We’re not done talking about this yet!” I pull on his sleeves so that he is unable to keep typing on the keyboard. “Yeah, we are.” Phun argues as he laughs before going back to adjusting the camera angles.
“What the hell? You returned the money already? The school gave the money for our club already?”
“Not yet.”
“Then how did you return the money to him?’
“Not telling you. Monitor to Cheer team. Check E-14 please.” This jerk continues to avoid the subject. I wrinkle my nose at him (even though he isn’t looking at me) before I pick my butt up to walk away. “I still need to go. I already promised him.”
And that’s the second time he pulls me back down to the seat. Oh sure, you’re quick when it comes to this stuff. “You know how to handle this monitor, right?” Phun asks me. I nod, although I don’t entirely understand his point.
“Wanna wear the jumpsuit? But now I’m not sure whether I should nod even though I’m dying to wear one on the inside. I stare at him with my brows furrowed.
“Don’t look so confused. I know that you wanna. Follow me. Tle, can you take care of this for a bit? Be right back,” he says as he drags me along with him.
What the hell is he up to?!
***
We stop at where the cheerleaders change their clothes. The area is currently empty because they’re already on standby at the entrance. I stand here with a puzzled look on my face as I watch him lowering the zipper of his jumpsuit.
“Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! What the hell are you doing?!” Is he gonna force himself on me right here?! No way! The floor is too hard! Wait! I mean, I won’t let him!
He ignores my protest and continues to strip from his jumpsuit. I keep my eyes tightly shut because I don’t want to see anything obscene. I can hear the sound of clothes being removed nonstop.
After a little while, I feel something thrown on my shoulder. I open one of my eyes to see Phun standing there in a white t-shirt and a pair of boxers. He grins and shakes his head as if he wants to laugh at me. “Let’s trade. Give me your clothes.” Jeez…that’s easy for you to say. You had the jumpsuit on which meant that you were wearing a full outfit underneath. But all I’m wearing is a t-shirt and jeans and nothing else!
“
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