My Magic Prophecy

My Magic Prophecy

Dawin

Thai text / My Magic Prophecy

G.M.M.T.V #MyMagicProphecy

Presentation

Hello to all my readers. "Dawin" is the pseudonym of Bow, a dreamer who has wanted to be a writer since she was a child.

I remember writing my first novel when I was in high school, at a time when there was no computer at home. So, I spent my time expressing my imagination in a notebook, written in messy handwriting like chicken scribbles. Although the educational path I followed later never came close to matching that dream, I always pursued it—sometimes walking, other times running, and at times even crawling. More than fifteen years passed from when I first imagined that dream until I finally had my first book published under my pseudonym, backed by a firm determination to never let go of that dream, even now that I've achieved it.

The journey I took transformed my love for writing into a lifelong passion. I am forever grateful to all the people and experiences that have crossed my path. I can't deny that all the ideas and thoughts I've captured through my writing have been shaped by them—the teachers who nurtured this seed until it grew. That's why every time I place my fingers on the keyboard, I hope to give back something good to my readers, just as they have given so much to me.

So, whether it was yesterday, today, or tomorrow, I will continue to put all my effort into writing novels, as I always have.

Finally, I want to leave my pseudonym, Dawin, in your hearts. You can follow my other works or chat with me on my Facebook page: 90.dawin, and on Twitter: @Dawin 90.

I hope the world is round enough for us to meet.

Although the graduation gown wasn't uncomfortable to wear, it couldn't be said to be particularly comfortable either. Spending most of his time sitting in the auditorium waiting for his name to be called to receive the diploma bestowed by royalty mostly consisted of sitting still. However, remaining in the same position for so long made even a lazy person like him begin to feel discomfort in his body before even an hour had passed.

After leaving the auditorium, most of the graduates were busy smiling broadly for photos with their families, relatives, and close friends from various institutions. However, there was one exception: In (or Indu Thammasirikul), a recent graduate of the Faculty of Communication Arts at a state university in Bangkok. He had no family or close relatives accompanying him to congratulate him, as was customary. In fact, he had considered skipping the graduation ceremony, but his friends convinced him to go, at least to take photos together. Otherwise, someone as reserved as him would never have been seen walking around campus on a day as chaotic as this.

As soon as he left the auditorium, the young man—almost five feet seven inches tall—was dragged by his friends to take group photos, just as they had planned. He forced a smile with a tired expression for three or four photos. When he saw an opportunity to slip away, he walked quickly to where he had left his things with a junior classmate from his academic line, who had offered to look after them when he saw In was alone. They said a brief goodbye since they would see each other again soon anyway.

Then, he headed to the parking lot where he had left his car before dawn. By then, it was already dusk. He took off his robe and placed it on the passenger seat, glancing at the backseat filled with stuffed animals and flowers. Although he had tried not to form close ties with anyone in particular, he had somehow ended up connecting with so many people that several had come to wish him well that day.

"What's happening?"

"Are you awake yet, In? You sound like you just opened your eyes," said a voice that might have been sweeter if it weren't for the gruff tone he was already used to.

"If you have something to say, get to the point, Dao. I want to go back to sleep."

"What a temper! You don't even give your best friend a break..."

Although it sounded like a complaint, In was sure it was sarcasm. And it was no wonder, since he and Dao were close friends, as she herself said. In their group of university friends with whom they often hung out, there were five in total, including In. But the undisputed leader was Dao—a girl with a beautiful face but an opposite attitude, inherited from her upbringing as the daughter of an important military official and from having two older brothers who didn't view her as a typical sweet and delicate girl.

"Don't play the victim. I just got a few hours of sleep and I'm not in the mood to argue with you."

"The thing is..."

"Get to the point—no half-hour introductions."

"Help with what? You still haven't explained anything clearly to me."

"First things first—that's why I called you. My mom's your fan, you know?"

"You told your mother about me?" In exclaimed, alarmed, but she quickly denyed it.

"Calm down, dude! My mom isn't one to go around telling stories."

In sighed, thinking that sooner or later this day would come.

"The point is, my mom blindly trusts what you say in your prediction videos on YouTube. That's why I want to ask you to come and say something to convince her, that's all."

"That 'something' of yours doesn't sound good," he said suspiciously, making her laugh with pleasure.

"The truth is that they are forcing me to get married."

"What century are we in? Do arranged marriages still exist?"

"Isn't that unfair?"

"No way. Congratulations—because if you weren't forced, you wouldn't find a husband in this life, Dao. Your mother is a saint."

"In! Even if nothing were arranged for me, I'm perfectly capable of finding someone on my own, you know?"

"So you want me to convince your mom that this guy isn't your ideal partner, right?"

"There's a reason you graduated top of our class in college!" she said in a praising tone, making him twitch his mouth. "You just have to perform a small miracle in front of my mother and claim that I shouldn't marry that man."

"I've told you a thousand times that I don't make personal predictions. What I've done for you is because you're my friends; if I see something I can warn you about, I'll do it. But I'll pass on blatant lying."

"Then make a real prediction for me and him. I assure you, we're not compatible," she said in a firm, somewhat annoyed voice. "Do you want me to spend my life with someone who hates me, In? We're not talking about a couple of days, but an entire lifetime."

He wanted to refuse, but his compassionate nature made him soften when she appealed to drama.

"Okay, but I warn you, I'll tell you the truth. Whether you turn out to be soulmates or not, I won't lie. You'll have to accept the outcome."

"Perfect! If we get this resolved, I'll treat you to a big meal, In."

"Save your own skin first. Remember the last prediction I made for you a few months ago?"

"That my soulmate is someone who was very close to me before and will soon come back into my life?"

"Exactly. But in the end, how your life turns out depends on you. If you're guided only by predictions, you won't live the way you really want."

"Thanks; talking to you takes some of my stress off," her friend said, as he grunted a nod. "When's a good time for you? I'll let my mom know."

"Next week. After that, I'll be busy."

"Okay. Should I pick you up, or are you coming to my house?"

When the screen was ready, he moved the mouse for a few moments before opening YouTube. Hundreds of comment notifications prompted him to quickly review the responses to his latest video, uploaded the night before. In reality, zodiac sign predictions were a game of probability—50/50 in terms of accuracy—since they were general and not specific like personal readings. But, of course, no one could confirm whether what he said was true or not. Viewers had to use their own judgment when listening and not blindly believe, because sometimes words could crush one's spirits and extinguish the little hope that remained. However, there was one thing he had always trusted: fire never lies.

Seeing that most of the comments were positive, he got up from his chair and went to the kitchen at the back of the house. He took some bread out of the refrigerator—stored there so it wouldn't spoil before the expiration date—put it in the toaster, and reached for a jar of orange marmalade on a high shelf. When the toaster beeped and the lightly browned bread emerged, he placed it on a plate, haphazardly spread marmalade on it, and grabbed a carton of plain milk from the refrigerator. Then he returned to his office.

His daily life seemed slow and relaxed, and his friends often said they envied it, but in reality, there was nothing enviable about In's life. Working from home as a freelancer was a choice he made to avoid interacting with people. He never knew when those images that appeared in his mind would force him to pry into other people's business again. This was one of the reasons he avoided relationships beyond what was necessary.

Since the age of fifteen, he had been having strange visions in his head. His mother once took him to a monk who taught him how to manage them, and he later discovered it was an ability inherited from his mother's side—an inescapable destiny.

The Japanese car moved forward following the G.P.S. In exchanged his I.D card with the security guard at the neighborhood entrance and drove toward Street Two, as Dao had instructed. He looked for an alloy gate, as Dao had described, but now he just wanted to call her and scold her—because all the houses along the way had similar gates.

"Dao, where's your house? I'm already on Second Street!" he said, parking the car in the middle of the street when he saw there was no traffic, and calling his friend in a growing bad mood.

"I told you it was an alloy fence!" she replied.

"Have you never noticed that all the houses here have the same kind of fence?" he retorted. She seemed to hesitate before laughing, ignoring his frustration. "Come out and signal me from the driveway right now, or I'll turn around and leave."

"Calm down, dude! I'm already running out to welcome you."

Shortly after, he saw a familiar girl wearing a fuchsia T-shirt and denim shorts waving at him three doors down. He drove slowly, parked at the curb, and got out with a small backpack containing his divination tools—items he never carried outside his home, as he only used them when his friends visited.

"You arrived earlier than agreed," Dao said in a sweet voice as she led him toward the house.

"Hello, ma'am."

"Oh, it's him in person! I recognize the teacher's voice!"

That was the title his followers used, but hearing it from his friend's mother made him feel uncomfortable.

"You can call me In, ma'am. After all, I'm Dao's friend," he said, bowing his head shyly. Dao pushed him into a chair next to her mother, who was at the head of the table, and sat down beside him.

"Call him In like I do, Mom, so he won't feel so tense," Dao said, seeing her mother's hesitation.

"Okay, Nong In," she replied.

He smiled shyly at the pet name, while Dao rolled her eyes in disbelief at how much her mother favored her friend.

"And where is your father?" In asked politely when he didn't see the other adult, thinking he should greet him if he was present.

"Dad went to play chess at the Yaowarat café. He won't be back until the afternoon," Dao replied.

In nodded slowly, thinking that her friend's father was an enviable retiree.

"Shall we start then?" he proposed.

Before she could move, a new voice drew the attention of all three toward the archway at the entrance of the dining room.

"Don't you have to go to the hospital today, son?" the mother asked.

"I was just about to leave," the newcomer replied, looking curiously at the stranger in the room.

"Then give me ten minutes. Come, sit here," she said, pulling out a chair opposite In. The man, who was over six feet tall, came over and sat down.

Standing face-to-face, In was able to observe the newcomer better. His piercing eyes, which had previously regarded him with a certain harshness, now seemed warm and deep. His neatly combed hair and physique—clearly the result of regular exercise—made In feel a little envious. He looked at his own small body and sighed in resignation; he seemed tiny in comparison.

"This is Thap, my older brother," Dao introduced.

In raised his hands to greet him. That day, he discovered that the whole family must have been

blessed with good looks. Although he hadn't met the middle brother, he could imagine him

based on how attractive Thap was. He vaguely remembered Dao mentioning that he was a

doctor at a private hospital, but he couldn't remember which one, as he hadn't been paying

much attention at the time.

"Nong In, could you read Thap's fate first? I want to know when I'll hear good news from him. He's 32 years old and has never brought a girlfriend home," the mother asked.

"Read fortunes?" Thap repeated in a deep voice, looking at his mother in confusion before glancing at the cards In had just drawn. "I don't believe in this stuff, Mom. And you should stop obsessing over it, too."

The first time Dao had witnessed In's special ability and believed in it was during their faculty orientation event. Before it began, In stood up from the group and approached an upperclassman who was preparing equipment. His words, though spoken softly, were clear to her and the others nearby:

"Don't forget to wear a helmet when riding a motorcycle, and obey traffic signs."

At the time, it sounded ridiculous. Both the person warned and those listening laughed at In's seriousness, as if he were a police officer giving a traffic safety lecture. But no one imagined it would become reality.

That night, after the event ended late, the students left. The upperclassman, who had taken the warning as a joke, did not heed it. The next morning, the faculty received news of an accident: a motorcycle had run a red light and collided with a pickup truck. Without a helmet, the driver was thrown onto the pavement and killed instantly.

Some considered it a coincidence.

Others forgot that In had warned him.

But the times Dao had witnessed it with her own eyes convinced her that her friend had a unique ability. She called it a gift, but he dismissed it as his karma.

"Thap, please believe In. If he sees something, it's real," Dao insisted with a serious face.

"What did you mean by that?" their mother asked anxiously.

"That's all I can say. If you want to know more, he'll have to draw the cards," In replied, glancing at Thap, who regarded him with distaste, showing no trace of his initial calm demeanor.

"Pick three cards with your left hand."

Thap took them without thinking and handed them to him one by one, maintaining an expression of disdain.

"You will suffer a misfortune related to your work," In began, interpreting the cards, but a deep snort interrupted him. Thap's mother looked at her son to make him stop.

"Beware of a tall, light-skinned, burly man. The cards indicate danger, and from what I saw... it could be fatal."

"When will it happen?" Dao asked fearfully.

In looked at the cards uncomfortably before looking up at Thap.

"Give me one more card."

Thap frowned, but drew one with annoyance after seeing his mother's pleading look.

"In a month, at most."

The answer left everyone present breathless. Thap burst out laughing, stood up, and glared at him as if eager to hit him.

"Not bad for making up stories."

"Hey!" In stood up, facing him without backing down, while Thap smiled contemptuously.

"If you have so much free time, go tell stories to children. Don't waste any more of mine."

"I understand. I'll leave then," In said, avoiding further discussion about Thap. He bowed and left.

"Is Thap really in danger?" Dao asked as she walked him to his car, her voice trembling.

"What I see isn't always definitive," he replied.

"But every time you've seen something..." she insisted.

"Believe me, someone with a mouth like that doesn't die easily," he joked, making Dao laugh and easing the tension. "There's no need to read more about him. Just looking at his face, I know he won't find a partner in this life. Tell your mother to prepare for him to be alone."

"Is it that bad?" she asked, her eyes widening, though he knew she was exaggerating her reaction.

"Who could put up with your brother's mouth?"

"You might be the first. Thap doesn't normally argue with anyone like this."

"Don't make me throw up. There's no way I'm running into him again."

"But you still have to read my destiny. Don't pretend to forget."

"I won't forget. But if I come back here, make sure I don't run into him again so he can humiliate me."

"I'm sorry about Thap, really. He just doesn't believe in this stuff."

"Thank you."

In nodded, opened the car door, and sat down.

"Still, I think only you could handle him," Dao added.

"In your dreams." Thai text / My Magic Prophecy G.M.M.T.V #MyMagicProphecy

Presentation

Hello to all my readers. "Dawin" is the pseudonym of Bow, a dreamer who has wanted to be a writer since she was a child.

I remember writing my first novel when I was in high school, at a time when there was no computer at home. So, I spent my time expressing my imagination in a notebook, written in messy handwriting like chicken scribbles. Although the educational path I followed later never came close to matching that dream, I always pursued it—sometimes walking, other times running, and at times even crawling. More than fifteen years passed from when I first imagined that dream until I finally had my first book published under my pseudonym, backed by a firm determination to never let go of that dream, even now that I've achieved it.

The journey I took transformed my love for writing into a lifelong passion. I am forever grateful to all the people and experiences that have crossed my path. I can't deny that all the ideas and thoughts I've captured through my writing have been shaped by them—the teachers who nurtured this seed until it grew. That's why every time I place my fingers on the keyboard, I hope to give back something good to my readers, just as they have given so much to me.

So, whether it was yesterday, today, or tomorrow, I will continue to put all my effort into writing novels, as I always have.

Finally, I want to leave my pseudonym, Dawin, in your hearts. You can follow my other works or chat with me on my Facebook page: 90.dawin, and on Twitter: @Dawin 90.

I hope the world is round enough for us to meet.

Although the graduation gown wasn't uncomfortable to wear, it couldn't be said to be particularly comfortable either. Spending most of his time sitting in the auditorium waiting for his name to be called to receive the diploma bestowed by royalty mostly consisted of sitting still. However, remaining in the same position for so long made even a lazy person like him begin to feel discomfort in his body before even an hour had passed.

After leaving the auditorium, most of the graduates were busy smiling broadly for photos with their families, relatives, and close friends from various institutions. However, there was one exception: In (or Indu Thammasirikul), a recent graduate of the Faculty of Communication Arts at a state university in Bangkok. He had no family or close relatives accompanying him to congratulate him, as was customary. In fact, he had considered skipping the graduation ceremony, but his friends convinced him to go, at least to take photos together. Otherwise, someone as reserved as him would never have been seen walking around campus on a day as chaotic as this.

As soon as he left the auditorium, the young man—almost five feet seven inches tall—was dragged by his friends to take group photos, just as they had planned. He forced a smile with a tired expression for three or four photos. When he saw an opportunity to slip away, he walked quickly to where he had left his things with a junior classmate from his academic line, who had offered to look after them when he saw In was alone. They said a brief goodbye since they would see each other again soon anyway.

Then, he headed to the parking lot where he had left his car before dawn. By then, it was already dusk. He took off his robe and placed it on the passenger seat, glancing at the backseat filled with stuffed animals and flowers. Although he had tried not to form close ties with anyone in particular, he had somehow ended up connecting with so many people that several had come to wish him well that day.

"What's happening?"

"Are you awake yet, In? You sound like you just opened your eyes," said a voice that might have been sweeter if it weren't for the gruff tone he was already used to.

"If you have something to say, get to the point, Dao. I want to go back to sleep."

"What a temper! You don't even give your best friend a break..."

Although it sounded like a complaint, In was sure it was sarcasm. And it was no wonder, since he and Dao were close friends, as she herself said. In their group of university friends with whom they often hung out, there were five in total, including In. But the undisputed leader was Dao—a girl with a beautiful face but an opposite attitude, inherited from her upbringing as the daughter of an important military official and from having two older brothers who didn't view her as a typical sweet and delicate girl.

"Don't play the victim. I just got a few hours of sleep and I'm not in the mood to argue with you."

"The thing is..."

"Get to the point—no half-hour introductions."

"Help with what? You still haven't explained anything clearly to me."

"First things first—that's why I called you. My mom's your fan, you know?"

"You told your mother about me?" In exclaimed, alarmed, but she quickly denyed it.

"Calm down, dude! My mom isn't one to go around telling stories."

In sighed, thinking that sooner or later this day would come.

"The point is, my mom blindly trusts what you say in your prediction videos on YouTube. That's why I want to ask you to come and say something to convince her, that's all."

"That 'something' of yours doesn't sound good," he said suspiciously, making her laugh with pleasure.

"The truth is that they are forcing me to get married."

"What century are we in? Do arranged marriages still exist?"

"Isn't that unfair?"

"No way. Congratulations—because if you weren't forced, you wouldn't find a husband in this life, Dao. Your mother is a saint."

"In! Even if nothing were arranged for me, I'm perfectly capable of finding someone on my own, you know?"

"So you want me to convince your mom that this guy isn't your ideal partner, right?"

"There's a reason you graduated top of our class in college!" she said in a praising tone, making him twitch his mouth. "You just have to perform a small miracle in front of my mother and claim that I shouldn't marry that man."

"I've told you a thousand times that I don't make personal predictions. What I've done for you is because you're my friends; if I see something I can warn you about, I'll do it. But I'll pass on blatant lying."

"Then make a real prediction for him and me. I assure you, we're not compatible," she said in a firm, somewhat annoyed voice. "Do you want me to spend my life with someone who hates me, In? We're not talking about a couple of days, but an entire lifetime."

He wanted to refuse, but his compassionate nature made him soften when she appealed to his drama.

"Okay, but I warn you, I'll tell you the truth. Whether you turn out to be soulmates or not, I won't lie. You'll have to accept the outcome."

"Perfect! If we get this resolved, I'll treat you to a big meal, In."

"Save your own skin first. Remember the last prediction I made for you a few months ago?"

"That my soulmate is someone who was very close to me before and will soon come back into my life?"

"Exactly. But in the end, how your life turns out depends on you. If you're guided only by predictions, you won't live the way you really want."

"Thanks; talking to you takes some of my stress off," her friend said, as he grunted a nod. "When's a good time for you? I'll let my mom know."

"Next week. After that, I'll be busy."

"Okay. Should I pick you up, or are you coming to my house?"

When the screen was ready, he moved the mouse for a few moments before opening YouTube. Hundreds of comment notifications prompted him to quickly review the responses to his latest video, uploaded the night before. In reality, zodiac sign predictions were a game of probability—50/50 in terms of accuracy—since they were general and not specific like personal readings. But, of course, no one could confirm whether what he said was true or not. Viewers had to use their own judgment when listening and not blindly believe, because sometimes words could crush one's spirits and extinguish the little hope that remained. However, there was one thing he had always trusted: fire never lies.

Seeing that most of the comments were positive, he got up from his chair and went to the kitchen at the back of the house. He took some bread out of the refrigerator—stored there so it wouldn't spoil before the expiration date—put it in the toaster, and reached for a jar of orange marmalade on a high shelf. When the toaster beeped and the lightly browned bread emerged, he placed it on a plate, haphazardly spread marmalade on it, and grabbed a carton of plain milk from the refrigerator. Then he returned to his office.

His daily life seemed slow and relaxed, and his friends often said they envied it, but in reality, there was nothing enviable about In's life. Working from home as a freelancer was a choice he made to avoid interacting with people. He never knew when those images that appeared in his mind would force him to pry into other people's business again. This was one of the reasons he avoided relationships beyond what was necessary.

Since the age of fifteen, he had been having strange visions in his head. His mother once took him to a monk who taught him how to manage them, and he later discovered it was an ability inherited from his mother's side—an inescapable destiny.

The Japanese car moved forward following the G.P.S. In exchanged his I.D card with the security guard at the neighborhood entrance and drove toward Street Two, as Dao had instructed. He looked for an alloy gate, as Dao had described, but now he just wanted to call her and scold her—because all the houses along the way had similar gates.

"Dao, where's your house? I'm already on Second Street!" he said, parking the car in the middle of the street when he saw there was no traffic, and calling his friend in a growing bad mood.

"I told you it was an alloy fence!" she replied.

"Have you never noticed that all the houses here have the same kind of fence?" he retorted. She seemed to hesitate before laughing, ignoring his frustration. "Come out and signal me from the driveway right now, or I'll turn around and leave."

"Calm down, dude! I'm already running out to welcome you."

Shortly after, he saw a familiar girl wearing a fuchsia T-shirt and denim shorts waving at him three doors down. He drove slowly, parked at the curb, and got out with a small backpack containing his divination tools—items he never carried outside his home, as he only used them when his friends visited.

"You arrived earlier than agreed," Dao said in a sweet voice as she led him toward the house.

"Hello, ma'am."

"Oh, it's him in person! I recognize the teacher's voice!"

That was the title his followers used, but hearing it from his friend's mother made him feel uncomfortable.

"You can call me In, ma'am. After all, I'm Dao's friend," he said, bowing his head shyly. Dao pushed him into a chair next to her mother, who was at the head of the table, and sat down beside him.

"Call him In like I do, Mom, so he won't feel so tense," Dao said, seeing her mother's hesitation.

"Okay, Nong In," she replied.

He smiled shyly at the pet name, while Dao rolled her eyes in disbelief at how much her mother favored her friend.

"And where is your father?" In asked politely when he didn't see the other adult, thinking he should greet him if he was present.

"Dad went to play chess at the Yaowarat café. He won't be back until the afternoon," Dao replied.

In nodded slowly, thinking that her friend's father was an enviable retiree.

"Shall we start then?" he proposed.

Before she could move, a new voice drew the attention of all three toward the archway at the entrance of the dining room.

"Don't you have to go to the hospital today, son?" the mother asked.

"I was just about to leave," the newcomer replied, looking curiously at the stranger in the room.

"Then give me ten minutes. Come, sit here," she said, pulling out a chair opposite In. The man, who was over six feet tall, came over and sat down.

Standing face-to-face, In was able to observe the newcomer better. His piercing eyes, which had previously regarded him with a certain harshness, now seemed warm and deep. His neatly combed hair and physique—clearly the result of regular exercise—made In feel a little envious. He looked at his own small body and sighed in resignation; he seemed tiny in comparison.

"This is Thap, my older brother," Dao introduced.

In raised his hands to greet him. That day, he discovered that the whole family must have been

blessed with good looks. Although he hadn't met the middle brother, he could imagine him

based on how attractive Thap was. He vaguely remembered Dao mentioning that he was a

doctor at a private hospital, but he couldn't remember which one, as he hadn't been paying

much attention at the time.

"Nong In, could you read Thap's fate first? I want to know when I'll hear good news from him. He's 32 years old and has never brought a girlfriend home," the mother asked.

"Read fortunes?" Thap repeated in a deep voice, looking at his mother in confusion before glancing at the cards In had just drawn. "I don't believe in this stuff, Mom. And you should stop obsessing over it, too."

The first time Dao had witnessed In's special ability and believed in it was during their faculty orientation event. Before it began, In stood up from the group and approached an upperclassman who was preparing equipment. His words, though spoken softly, were clear to her and the others nearby:

"Don't forget to wear a helmet when riding a motorcycle, and obey traffic signs."

At the time, it sounded ridiculous. Both the person warned and those listening laughed at In's seriousness, as if he were a police officer giving a traffic safety lecture. But no one imagined it would become reality.

That night, after the event ended late, the students left. The upperclassman, who had taken the warning as a joke, did not heed it. The next morning, the faculty received news of an accident: a motorcycle had run a red light and collided with a pickup truck. Without a helmet, the driver was thrown onto the pavement and killed instantly.

Some considered it a coincidence.

Others forgot that In had warned him.

But the times Dao had witnessed it with her own eyes convinced her that her friend had a unique ability. She called it a gift, but he dismissed it as his karma.

"Thap, please believe In. If he sees something, it's real," Dao insisted with a serious face.

"What did you mean by that?" their mother asked anxiously.

"That's all I can say. If you want to know more, he'll have to draw the cards," In replied, glancing at Thap, who regarded him with distaste, showing no trace of his initial calm demeanor.

"Pick three cards with your left hand."

Thap took them without thinking and handed them to him one by one, maintaining an expression of disdain.

"You will suffer a misfortune related to your work," In began, interpreting the cards, but a deep snort interrupted him. Thap's mother looked at her son to make him stop.

"Beware of a tall, light-skinned, burly man. The cards indicate danger, and from what I saw... it could be fatal."

"When will it happen?" Dao asked fearfully.

In looked at the cards uncomfortably before looking up at Thap.

"Give me one more card."

Thap frowned, but drew one with annoyance after seeing his mother's pleading look.

"In a month, at most."

The answer left everyone present breathless. Thap burst out laughing, stood up, and glared at him as if eager to hit him.

"Not bad for making up stories."

"Hey!" In stood up, facing him without backing down, while Thap smiled contemptuously.

"If you have so much free time, go tell stories to children. Don't waste any more of mine."

"I understand. I'll leave then," In said, avoiding further discussion about Thap. He bowed and left.

"Is Thap really in danger?" Dao asked as she walked him to his car, her voice trembling.

"What I see isn't always definitive," he replied.

"But every time you've seen something..." she insisted.

"Believe me, someone with a mouth like that doesn't die easily," he joked, making Dao laugh and easing the tension. "There's no need to read more about him. Just looking at his face, I know he won't find a partner in this life. Tell your mother to prepare for him to be alone."

"Is it that bad?" she asked, her eyes widening, though he knew she was exaggerating her reaction.

"Who could put up with your brother's mouth?"

"You might be the first. Thap doesn't normally argue with anyone like this."

"Don't make me throw up. There's no way I'm running into him again."

"But you still have to read my destiny. Don't pretend to forget."

"I won't forget. But if I come back here, make sure I don't run into him again so he can humiliate me."

"I'm sorry about Thap, really. He just doesn't believe in this stuff."

"Thank you."

In nodded, opened the car door, and sat down.

"Still, I think only you could handle him," Dao added.

"In your dreams."

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My Magic Prophecy (Chapters 1 to 3)

Presentation

Hello to all my readers. "Dawin" is the pseudonym of Bow, a dreamer who has wanted to be a writer since she was a child.

I remember writing my first novel when I was in high school, at a time when there was no computer at home. So, I spent my time expressing my imagination in a notebook, written in messy handwriting like chicken scribbles. Although the educational path I followed later never came close to matching that dream, I always pursued it—sometimes walking, other times running, and at times even crawling. More than fifteen years passed from when I first imagined that dream until I finally had my first book published under my pseudonym, backed by a firm determination to never let go of that dream, even now that I've achieved it.

The journey I took transformed my love for writing into a lifelong passion. I am forever grateful to all the people and experiences that have crossed my path. I can't deny that all the ideas and thoughts I've captured through my writing have been shaped by them—the teachers who nurtured this seed until it grew. That's why every time I place my fingers on the keyboard, I hope to give back something good to my readers, just as they have given so much to me.

So, whether it was yesterday, today, or tomorrow, I will continue to put all my effort into writing novels, as I always have.

Finally, I want to leave my pseudonym, Dawin, in your hearts. You can follow my other works or chat with me on my Facebook page: 90.dawin, and on Twitter: @Dawin 90.

I hope the world is round enough for us to meet.

Although the graduation gown wasn't uncomfortable to wear, it couldn't be said to be particularly comfortable either. Spending most of his time sitting in the auditorium waiting for his name to be called to receive the diploma bestowed by royalty mostly consisted of sitting still. However, remaining in the same position for so long made even a lazy person like him begin to feel discomfort in his body before even an hour had passed.

After leaving the auditorium, most of the graduates were busy smiling broadly for photos with their families, relatives, and close friends from various institutions. However, there was one exception: In (or Indu Thammasirikul), a recent graduate of the Faculty of Communication Arts at a state university in Bangkok. He had no family or close relatives accompanying him to congratulate him, as was customary. In fact, he had considered skipping the graduation ceremony, but his friends convinced him to go, at least to take photos together. Otherwise, someone as reserved as him would never have been seen walking around campus on a day as chaotic as this.

As soon as he left the auditorium, the young man—almost five feet seven inches tall—was dragged by his friends to take group photos, just as they had planned. He forced a smile with a tired expression for three or four photos. When he saw an opportunity to slip away, he walked quickly to where he had left his things with a junior classmate from his academic line, who had offered to look after them when he saw In was alone. They said a brief goodbye since they would see each other again soon anyway.

Then, he headed to the parking lot where he had left his car before dawn. By then, it was already dusk. He took off his robe and placed it on the passenger seat, glancing at the backseat filled with stuffed animals and flowers. Although he had tried not to form close ties with anyone in particular, he had somehow ended up connecting with so many people that several had come to wish him well that day.

"What's happening?"

"Are you awake yet, In? You sound like you just opened your eyes," said a voice that might have been sweeter if it weren't for the gruff tone he was already used to.

"If you have something to say, get to the point, Dao. I want to go back to sleep."

"What a temper! You don't even give your best friend a break..."

Although it sounded like a complaint, In was sure it was sarcasm. And it was no wonder, since he and Dao were close friends, as she herself said. In their group of university friends with whom they often hung out, there were five in total, including In. But the undisputed leader was Dao—a girl with a beautiful face but an opposite attitude, inherited from her upbringing as the daughter of an important military official and from having two older brothers who didn't view her as a typical sweet and delicate girl.

"Don't play the victim. I just got a few hours of sleep and I'm not in the mood to argue with you."

"The thing is..."

"Get to the point—no half-hour introductions."

"Help with what? You still haven't explained anything clearly to me."

"First things first—that's why I called you. My mom's your fan, you know?"

"You told your mother about me?" In exclaimed, alarmed, but she quickly denyed it.

"Calm down, dude! My mom isn't one to go around telling stories."

In sighed, thinking that sooner or later this day would come.

"The point is, my mom blindly trusts what you say in your prediction videos on YouTube. That's why I want to ask you to come and say something to convince her, that's all."

"That 'something' of yours doesn't sound good," he said suspiciously, making her laugh with pleasure.

"The truth is that they are forcing me to get married."

"What century are we in? Do arranged marriages still exist?"

"Isn't that unfair?"

"No way. Congratulations—because if you weren't forced, you wouldn't find a husband in this life, Dao. Your mother is a saint."

"In! Even if nothing were arranged for me, I'm perfectly capable of finding someone on my own, you know?"

"So you want me to convince your mom that this guy isn't your ideal partner, right?"

"There's a reason you graduated top of our class in college!" she said in a praising tone, making him twitch his mouth. "You just have to perform a small miracle in front of my mother and claim that I shouldn't marry that man."

"I've told you a thousand times that I don't make personal predictions. What I've done for you is because you're my friends; if I see something I can warn you about, I'll do it. But I'll pass on blatant lying."

"Then make a real prediction for me and him. I assure you, we're not compatible," she said in a firm, somewhat annoyed voice. "Do you want me to spend my life with someone who hates me, In? We're not talking about a couple of days, but an entire lifetime."

He wanted to refuse, but his compassionate nature made him soften when she appealed to drama.

"Okay, but I warn you, I'll tell you the truth. Whether you turn out to be soulmates or not, I won't lie. You'll have to accept the outcome."

"Perfect! If we get this resolved, I'll treat you to a big meal, In."

"Save your own skin first. Remember the last prediction I made for you a few months ago?"

"That my soulmate is someone who was very close to me before and will soon come back into my life?"

"Exactly. But in the end, how your life turns out depends on you. If you're guided only by predictions, you won't live the way you really want."

"Thanks; talking to you takes some of my stress off," her friend said, as he grunted a nod. "When's a good time for you? I'll let my mom know."

"Next week. After that, I'll be busy."

"Okay. Should I pick you up, or are you coming to my house?"

When the screen was ready, he moved the mouse for a few moments before opening YouTube. Hundreds of comment notifications prompted him to quickly review the responses to his latest video, uploaded the night before. In reality, zodiac sign predictions were a game of probability—50/50 in terms of accuracy—since they were general and not specific like personal readings. But, of course, no one could confirm whether what he said was true or not. Viewers had to use their own judgment when listening and not blindly believe, because sometimes words could crush one's spirits and extinguish the little hope that remained. However, there was one thing he had always trusted: fire never lies.

Seeing that most of the comments were positive, he got up from his chair and went to the kitchen at the back of the house. He took some bread out of the refrigerator—stored there so it wouldn't spoil before the expiration date—put it in the toaster, and reached for a jar of orange marmalade on a high shelf. When the toaster beeped and the lightly browned bread emerged, he placed it on a plate, haphazardly spread marmalade on it, and grabbed a carton of plain milk from the refrigerator. Then he returned to his office.

His daily life seemed slow and relaxed, and his friends often said they envied it, but in reality, there was nothing enviable about In's life. Working from home as a freelancer was a choice he made to avoid interacting with people. He never knew when those images that appeared in his mind would force him to pry into other people's business again. This was one of the reasons he avoided relationships beyond what was necessary.

Since the age of fifteen, he had been having strange visions in his head. His mother once took him to a monk who taught him how to manage them, and he later discovered it was an ability inherited from his mother's side—an inescapable destiny.

The Japanese car moved forward following the G.P.S. In exchanged his I.D card with the security guard at the neighborhood entrance and drove toward Street Two, as Dao had instructed. He looked for an alloy gate, as Dao had described, but now he just wanted to call her and scold her—because all the houses along the way had similar gates.

"Dao, where's your house? I'm already on Second Street!" he said, parking the car in the middle of the street when he saw there was no traffic, and calling his friend in a growing bad mood.

"I told you it was an alloy fence!" she replied.

"Have you never noticed that all the houses here have the same kind of fence?" he retorted. She seemed to hesitate before laughing, ignoring his frustration. "Come out and signal me from the driveway right now, or I'll turn around and leave."

"Calm down, dude! I'm already running out to welcome you."

Shortly after, he saw a familiar girl wearing a fuchsia T-shirt and denim shorts waving at him three doors down. He drove slowly, parked at the curb, and got out with a small backpack containing his divination tools—items he never carried outside his home, as he only used them when his friends visited.

"You arrived earlier than agreed," Dao said in a sweet voice as she led him toward the house.

"Hello, ma'am."

"Oh, it's him in person! I recognize the teacher's voice!"

That was the title his followers used, but hearing it from his friend's mother made him feel uncomfortable.

"You can call me In, ma'am. After all, I'm Dao's friend," he said, bowing his head shyly. Dao pushed him into a chair next to her mother, who was at the head of the table, and sat down beside him.

"Call him In like I do, Mom, so he won't feel so tense," Dao said, seeing her mother's hesitation.

"Okay, Nong In," she replied.

He smiled shyly at the pet name, while Dao rolled her eyes in disbelief at how much her mother favored her friend.

"And where is your father?" In asked politely when he didn't see the other adult, thinking he should greet him if he was present.

"Dad went to play chess at the Yaowarat café. He won't be back until the afternoon," Dao replied.

In nodded slowly, thinking that her friend's father was an enviable retiree.

"Shall we start then?" he proposed.

Before she could move, a new voice drew the attention of all three toward the archway at the entrance of the dining room.

"Don't you have to go to the hospital today, son?" the mother asked.

"I was just about to leave," the newcomer replied, looking curiously at the stranger in the room.

"Then give me ten minutes. Come, sit here," she said, pulling out a chair opposite In. The man, who was over six feet tall, came over and sat down.

Standing face-to-face, In was able to observe the newcomer better. His piercing eyes, which had previously regarded him with a certain harshness, now seemed warm and deep. His neatly combed hair and physique—clearly the result of regular exercise—made In feel a little envious. He looked at his own small body and sighed in resignation; he seemed tiny in comparison.

"This is Thap, my older brother," Dao introduced.

In raised his hands to greet him. That day, he discovered that the whole family must have been

blessed with good looks. Although he hadn't met the middle brother, he could imagine him

based on how attractive Thap was. He vaguely remembered Dao mentioning that he was a

doctor at a private hospital, but he couldn't remember which one, as he hadn't been paying

much attention at the time.

"Nong In, could you read Thap's fate first? I want to know when I'll hear good news from him. He's 32 years old and has never brought a girlfriend home," the mother asked.

"Read fortunes?" Thap repeated in a deep voice, looking at his mother in confusion before glancing at the cards In had just drawn. "I don't believe in this stuff, Mom. And you should stop obsessing over it, too."

The first time Dao had witnessed In's special ability and believed in it was during their faculty orientation event. Before it began, In stood up from the group and approached an upperclassman who was preparing equipment. His words, though spoken softly, were clear to her and the others nearby:

"Don't forget to wear a helmet when riding a motorcycle, and obey traffic signs."

At the time, it sounded ridiculous. Both the person warned and those listening laughed at In's seriousness, as if he were a police officer giving a traffic safety lecture. But no one imagined it would become reality.

That night, after the event ended late, the students left. The upperclassman, who had taken the warning as a joke, did not heed it. The next morning, the faculty received news of an accident: a motorcycle had run a red light and collided with a pickup truck. Without a helmet, the driver was thrown onto the pavement and killed instantly.

Some considered it a coincidence.

Others forgot that In had warned him.

But the times Dao had witnessed it with her own eyes convinced her that her friend had a unique ability. She called it a gift, but he dismissed it as his karma.

"Thap, please believe In. If he sees something, it's real," Dao insisted with a serious face.

"What did you mean by that?" their mother asked anxiously.

"That's all I can say. If you want to know more, he'll have to draw the cards," In replied, glancing at Thap, who regarded him with distaste, showing no trace of his initial calm demeanor.

"Pick three cards with your left hand."

Thap took them without thinking and handed them to him one by one, maintaining an expression of disdain.

"You will suffer a misfortune related to your work," In began, interpreting the cards, but a deep snort interrupted him. Thap's mother looked at her son to make him stop.

"Beware of a tall, light-skinned, burly man. The cards indicate danger, and from what I saw... it could be fatal."

"When will it happen?" Dao asked fearfully.

In looked at the cards uncomfortably before looking up at Thap.

"Give me one more card."

Thap frowned, but drew one with annoyance after seeing his mother's pleading look.

"In a month, at most."

The answer left everyone present breathless. Thap burst out laughing, stood up, and glared at him as if eager to hit him.

"Not bad for making up stories."

"Hey!" In stood up, facing him without backing down, while Thap smiled contemptuously.

"If you have so much free time, go tell stories to children. Don't waste any more of mine."

"I understand. I'll leave then," In said, avoiding further discussion about Thap. He bowed and left.

"Is Thap really in danger?" Dao asked as she walked him to his car, her voice trembling.

"What I see isn't always definitive," he replied.

"But every time you've seen something..." she insisted.

"Believe me, someone with a mouth like that doesn't die easily," he joked, making Dao laugh and easing the tension. "There's no need to read more about him. Just looking at his face, I know he won't find a partner in this life. Tell your mother to prepare for him to be alone."

"Is it that bad?" she asked, her eyes widening, though he knew she was exaggerating her reaction.

"Who could put up with your brother's mouth?"

"You might be the first. Thap doesn't normally argue with anyone like this."

"Don't make me throw up. There's no way I'm running into him again."

"But you still have to read my destiny. Don't pretend to forget."

"I won't forget. But if I come back here, make sure I don't run into him again so he can humiliate me."

"I'm sorry about Thap, really. He just doesn't believe in this stuff."

"Thank you."

In nodded, opened the car door, and sat down.

"Still, I think only you could handle him," Dao added.

"In your dreams."

He closed the door, started the engine, and quickly drove away. Dao's words irritated him as much as her brother's had, but as he had said, there was no way they would ever meet again—as long as he actively avoided Thap.

Chapter 2

Although he had told himself with utter conviction that there was no way he would ever meet that person a second time, certainty turned out to be identical to uncertainty. Because right now, he stood before Dr. Thapfa, dressed in a white coat, barely two weeks after their last meeting. Those sharp eyes were staring back at him again with the same mocking air—no difference at all. The elastic bandage wrapped around In's left wrist was the result of a bicycle accident that morning while he was out buying soy milk and donuts. He had lost control while dodging an oncoming car and fallen. In addition to the sprained wrist that required the bandage, he had a few scrapes on his knee and elbow, but none of it irritated him as much as the look on the man in front of him. If he had known earlier that this man was a doctor here, he would have gone to another hospital without hesitation.

"Did you sprain your hand shuffling cards or something?" was the greeting that made little In look at the speaker, wanting to use his good hand to slap him and get rid of his anger.

"What kind of doctor mocks a patient like that? If you knew your mouth was useless, you'd better not speak."

"I'm not speaking as a doctor, but as your friend's older brother."

"Then open your eyes wide and see that it's not just my hand that's hurt."

Those sharp eyes scanned his slender body, making In, for the first time, feel embarrassed, though only for a moment.

"You saw that, right? I didn't twist my hand shuffling cards. You'd better worry about yourself, lest your destiny be cut short without you even noticing."

"Aren't you tired of trying to trick me with that stuff?"

"You'll see. With a mouth like that, you're sure to get into trouble. I guarantee that before my next appointment with you, you'll be chatting with the king of the dead."

"Tell it to yourself. In your condition, it seems you'll get to him before I do."

The tall man chuckled before turning and walking away, leaving In muttering complaints behind him. In his mind, he wanted to curse that sharp-tongued braggart, but before he could, an image appeared in his head without warning. He saw a car crashing into Thap. The surroundings were familiar: it was right in front of the hospital, behind the automatic glass doors in front of him.

In shook his head to rid himself of the vision. Since the culprit had just said what he saw was pure nonsense, In firmly resolved not to interfere in that man's business under any circumstances, even if he was his best friend's older brother.

He shook his head again and walked out front to wait for a taxi home, not noticing that he was being watched by the same eyes that had looked at him with contempt before.

Thap hadn't yet returned to his office upstairs. He had just finished discussing a work-related matter with a nurse he had passed after parting ways with In. Turning around, he saw the younger man waiting for a car in front of the automatic doors. His eyes scanned him from a short distance away, making sure the injuries he had seen weren't more serious than they appeared.

"What are you looking at?"

A voice accompanied by a light tap on the shoulder made Thap look away from the young man.

"I was going to invite you to lunch, but the nurse told me you went downstairs to buy coffee," said Pakkapong, a doctor at the hospital's orthopedic center, looking at his friend's empty hands with puzzlement. He then followed Thap's gaze and saw the small patient, squinting curiously at his friend.

Noticing he was being watched, Thap glared. "What's wrong with you? Weren't you going to invite me to lunch?"

"Eating is one thing, but you staring at my patient is another. Do you know him or something?"

Thap noticed that, besides the question, his friend's eyes spoke volumes. He sighed and started walking away, but Pakkapong followed him, insisting.

"Answer me properly, Thap. You never bother yourself with other people's business."

"He's a friend of my younger sister."

"A friend of Dao?" he asked, while Thap grunted a nod. "Are you close?"

"Not one bit. And I think he hates me already."

I'm at answer made Pakkapong look at his friend, with whom he had studied since a freshman year, with even more suspicion.

"But come to think of it... small, light-skinned, with chubby cheeks. He's just your type, Thap!"

Pakkapong continued mockingly, ignoring the annoyed glances from his friend, who wasn't

intimidated by someone who had known him for years. "He looks like your ex from second year,

doesn't he?"

Thap quickened his pace to avoid hearing more about his past. He remembered well that his ex,

a younger boy from another faculty, had been very similar to In, but he had no intention of

establishing any relationship with his sister's friend. Then there were the differences in their

beliefs.

Luckily, In had finished the work for the publishing house and the websites. All that was left was the monthly prediction video for YouTube, scheduled for next week, which was already prepared. It was a blessing not to have to work outside in this state.

He struggled to open the medicine bag containing painkillers, using his only functional hand. After swallowing a white pill with water, the phone rang, displaying Dao's name on the screen.

"In!" her sweet voice called, making him scrunch up his face. "Thap told me he saw you at the hospital, that you sprained your wrist. Are you really hurt? Why didn't you call me?"

"Relax, Dao. I just fell off my bike. I have a sprained wrist and some scrapes on my knee and arm. I'm not dead," he explained slowly.

"I'm worried. You live alone—who's going to take care of you?" she replied, lowering her voice, knowing it wasn't critical.

"I've lived alone for a long time. I can handle this without any problems."

"You're always like this, so considerate. If Thap hadn't called me, I wouldn't have even noticed."

In raised an eyebrow, surprised.

"Did your brother rat me out?"

"He didn't rat you out; he reported it. But I'm surprised Thap called me about you. Are you two getting along now?" she asked excitedly, making In's mouth twist.

"Getting along with a ghost, maybe? He provoked me again today. He said my wrist is like this from shuffling cards too much. How could he possibly think that?"

Dao laughed on the other end of the line. "Your brother and I won't get along in this life."

"Don't say that. Thap isn't usually like that with anyone."

"You don't really know your brother. Some people are one way at home and another outside."

"If you really knew him, you'd know he's super sweet and warm..." she drew out the word irritatingly.

"Go fool kids with that."

Dao laughed, sounding like her brother for a moment.

"Do you want us to come visit you with the boys?"

"No, thank you. They'd be more trouble than help," he replied, as she laughed. "And don't tell them anything, or they'll get worried and it'll be chaos."

"You know your friends care, especially Tul," Dao said, while In sighed ruefully. "Do you really not notice the way he looks at you?"

"I'd have to be an idiot not to notice. It's obvious."

"Aren't you going to give him a chance? You don't dislike him, do you?"

"I don't dislike him, but I don't love him. Someone like me is better off alone."

Dao sighed, tired. It was another failed attempt to open her friend's heart beyond friendship. It wasn't the first time; she had been telling him this since they became close, but she still hadn't had any success. She changed the subject and reminded him to eat and take his medicine on time before hanging up.

After the painkiller wore off, In lay down on the sofa in front of the television. He woke up when the doorbell rang. He got up with difficulty, rubbing his face with his good hand.

He looked at the clock: six in the evening. He had slept almost all day. After regaining full consciousness, he went out to look through the low gate and saw a tall, familiar figure with his hands full of bags. He opened the door, mentally cursing Dao, who had sworn not to tell anyone he was sick.

"Did Dao tell Tul?" In greeted as the other man placed his things on the dining room table near the kitchen. The man looked at him with mild annoyance that soon turned into a hint of sadness.

In hadn't seen Tul since graduation, as both had been busy with their jobs. Tul now ran his family's restaurant, and he looked more exhausted than ever. Still, his sharp features and tanned skin made him look as good as ever.

"If Dao hadn't called me, wouldn't you have told me anything, In?" Tul asked.

In looked down, feeling guilty for worrying him.

"Sorry. I thought you were busy with the restaurant. Besides, it's not a big deal. They'll take the bandage off at my next doctor's appointment," he said with a smile, downplaying it.

"No matter how busy I am, I always have time for you," Tul replied.

In knew what he was implying and changed the subject, examining the bags with curiosity. Tul abandoned his attempt to express his feelings.

"Yoo and Song know about your wrist too, but they couldn't make it. They asked me to bring this."

In nodded. He knew those two friends were just starting out in their careers: Yoo at an

advertising production company and Song as a business partner. Seeing the treats they had sent

him, he thought he'd thank them later.

"The restaurant prepared several things. If you don't finish them, store them in the refrigerator and then heat them up in the microwave," Tul said.

"Isn't the restaurant too busy for you to come?" In asked, taking a piece of aromatic fried pork from a bag.

"It is busy. My parents are away with friends, so I'm in charge of everything."

"So, no one is watching the restaurant right now?"

"I left everything with the manager, but I have to get back soon."

In nodded, went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water for Tul, and poured himself a glass from a pitcher, drinking it in one gulp.

Tul watched him the whole time. In didn't ask for help with the bottle, preferring the pitcher, though he normally used bottles when Tul was around. Tul knew In didn't see him as anything more than a friend; they had spoken seriously about it during their third year of university. But Tul clung to hope as long as In had no one else.

"Why don't you stay at my house for a while? With your hand like that, how are you going to do things alone?"

"I can handle it. My right hand still works fine, don't forget," he replied, laughing.

"My parents wouldn't mind if you were the one staying."

"Nothing's wrong, really. I'm fine. I've finished my work, so I can rest."

"Then I'll come see you often..." Tul began, but In interrupted him by raising his hand.

"Go back to work—don't worry about me. I'm not that weak," he said, cutting off any retorts. "If I really need help, I'll call Dao. She has nothing to do."

"Can't you just accept my concern, In?"

Tul's trembling eyes stared at him. In pressed his lips together, uncomfortable. He hated these situations. If he had a choice, he wouldn't want his friends to feel this way about him; he preferred keeping things as they were, chatting about anything and everything.

"As a friend, I always accept it. But as something more... we talked about this, Tul."

Tul stood still, as if time had stopped. No matter how many times he faced it, he couldn't accept it. But seeing In's sad expression, he forced a smile, even if it was fake.

"Then I won't bother you anymore. If you need anything, call Dao."

"Mm, thanks for everything, Tul. And sorry again."

"You say that a lot, you know that?" Tul laughed softly. "Don't forget to lock the house properly."

In nodded and walked Tul to his car. He watched him drive off until he disappeared from sight and sighed ruefully. He didn't reject Tul for being a man; his first crush had been an older boy, a basketball player at school. He simply didn't feel that way about Tul. Besides, the events of the past few years—which had left him living alone—had given him a fear of loss, of becoming too attached to someone and not being able to bear it if they disappeared forever.

Because, in reality, he wasn't as strong as everyone thought.

Meanwhile, Thap was busy with a case that another doctor had referred to him. The patient had arrived at the emergency room after attempting suicide with pills. After pumping her stomach and stabilizing her, she was transferred to Dr. Kan, who took over the case. But after reviewing other factors and the patient's medical history (which included diabetes), Kan sought the opinion of Thap, a specialist in endocrinology and diabetes, to plan the treatment.

"Hand the case over to me," Thap said, reading from the patient's chart. She had been treated at the hospital before switching to another two years earlier, just as he arrived.

"I can handle it, but there's something else I want you to look into besides diabetes," Kan replied, opening another file with recent blood results that had intrigued him, leading him to consult his former top classmate.

Thap read the document carefully, frowning before looking at Kan.

"Mercury?"

"It's not from what she ingested to commit suicide, that's for sure. She arrived from an overdose of pills, and those don't contain mercury," Kan explained seriously. "After she was admitted, the police arrived because a good Samaritan called 191 when he found her unconscious in the street."

"Do you suspect where the mercury comes from?"

"And since when? Everything indicates that her diabetes hasn't been treated properly. Her last prescription from two years ago here says she needed insulin, but the records are lost for the past two years. I spoke with her husband, but he couldn't tell me how much insulin she uses now."

"Many family members don't know this because they believe the patient is taking care of themselves. Today, insulin pens allow for self-administration, but family members should supervise the dosage and other care. There are cases of patients going into shock, and family members can't explain anything to the doctors."

"I don't know if I'm exaggerating, but I want you to meet the husband. Then you'll understand, Thap."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm afraid the mercury in her body is from intentional poisoning to kill her."

Chapter 3

After consulting his friend about the patient's case, worried that his fears might come true, Thap stepped aside early the next morning—before going up to the ward to visit his patients—to go to the special room of the patient Kan had mentioned.

"I don't know if I'm exaggerating, but I want you to meet the patient's husband sometime. Then you'll understand, Thap."

He asked the ward nurse to review the medical records. His sharp eyes scanned the notes for a moment until, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a burly, middle-aged man leaving Room 510—the same room as the patient whose chart he was reading.

"Is that a relative of the patient?" he asked the nurse waiting to take back the records.

"Yes, Doctor. Is there a problem with this case? Dr. Kan also came yesterday to insist that we monitor the patient regularly."

"It's nothing. Dr. Kan is concerned about the reason the patient was admitted," he replied. The young nurse nodded, understanding the reason.

"Thank you," said the young doctor, handing the file back to her. Seeing the man who had caught his attention heading toward the elevator—which was empty because it was early—the curiosity aroused by his friend's words led him to follow him.

When Thap heard the man speaking on the phone in a tense tone, he stopped and hid behind a nearby wall.

"I couldn't kill her. She ran away from home, and someone helped her get to the hospital faster," the man said, his voice thick with stress and frustration, audible even from a distance.

"She hasn't woken up yet, but I can't act here. When I get her home, I'll use the same method to get rid of her. That way, everyone will think she committed suicide like her parents."

Thap froze in shock. However, he remained calm and made no noise so as not to alert the man. He didn't notice that as he quietly backed away, his shadow was reflected in the glass door in front of the man, who saw him just in time.

With a steady hand, he called his close friend as soon as he left the residential quarters on that floor. It wasn't long before Kan answered, but before he could say anything, Thap got straight to the point.

"It's just as you thought, Kan. The patient's husband plans to kill her and make it look like a suicide."

"How did you find out, Thap?" Kan asked, surprised.

"I overheard his phone conversation with someone," he explained, while Kan sighed on the other end. "He said he'll try again when she gets home."

"What do we do now?"

"I'll inform a police friend in the area first. At least they'll be able to handle this better than we can."

After hanging up with Kan, Thap returned to his ward to see his patients as he did every morning. But before entering, he called Ton—a friend from high school with whom he still kept in touch, who was now a police captain—for advice.

Thap recounted the situation, avoiding revealing specific details about the patient out of professional ethics. However, the voice on the other end of the line made the tension on his face tighten even further.

"The patient you're talking about is Thara Dechawanit, right?" Ton asked, surprising him.

"How do you know?"

"My team and I were assigned to this case," his friend explained. Things were getting as complicated as he had feared. "Thara owns a well-known real estate project. Last month, she lost her parents in a car accident, and the prime suspect is her husband, Kasidit. Witnesses say he had an argument with his in-laws before the incident."

"Are you saying that guy killed Thara's parents?"

"I can't say for sure yet. He's just a suspect. My team is looking for evidence. If possible, try to keep Thara in the hospital a little longer."

Thap regretted not having recorded the conversation he overheard. At least it would have been stronger evidence than his oral testimony.

"It shouldn't be difficult. She hasn't regained consciousness yet."

"You be careful, too. Kasidit has power and connections. If he finds out you know about his plan, he won't leave you alone."

"Understood. How long do you need to gather evidence?"

"I don't know for sure, but I'll try to close the case as soon as possible. A month at most. Superiors are putting pressure on us."

Thap nodded before saying goodbye, as a nurse signaled from a distance that it was time to visit his patients. He rubbed the bridge of his nose to relieve the tension and, after pushing those thoughts away, returned to work.

It had been seven days since In had gone to the doctor after falling off his bike and spraining his wrist, which required him to wear an elastic bandage. Today was his appointment to have his condition checked. His cell phone screen read 9:30 am, and his appointment was at 10:00 am.

The small-framed young man got out of the taxi on the main street in front of the hospital. He

didn't ask to be dropped off at the entrance like last time, as he saw several cars waiting there

and feared it would take longer. But his big eyes met the familiar back of a tall man dressed in a

light blue shirt and black pants, walking not far ahead of him.

Just as the man was about to cross a small street inside the hospital grounds, a car approached at high speed. Without time to think, In ran and pulled the man's arm back onto the sidewalk where he was standing. The impact caused In to fall awkwardly, and his left wrist—which had been healing—hurt worse as he instinctively put his hand out to break his fall.

Thap fell as well. When he regained his footing and stood up, he saw a scrape with blood on his right arm, visible beneath his rolled-up sleeve.

"Can you get up?" Thap asked, extending a hand to help him. The pain in his wrist prompted In to accept, taking his hand as the doctor lifted him off the pavement.

"How do you cross the street without looking?" In scolded as soon as they were face-to-face.

"My business," Thap replied. Even though he said that, in his mind he admitted he had looked and hadn't seen any cars. The speed of the vehicle caught him off guard. He couldn't imagine what would have happened if In hadn't stopped him, but his mouth—quicker than his thoughts around this boy—led him to say something different from what he felt.

"With a mouth like that, I should have let you..." In stopped when he saw blood seeping through the fabric on Thap's right arm. "Your arm is injured."

He tried to grab Thap's arm to check it, but the man stubbornly pulled away like a child, making In glare at him disapprovingly.

"It's nothing, just a scratch."

"Then go get it treated fast before it gets worse."

"Tell that to yourself."

With those words, In took Thap's other hand—which was uninjured—and dragged him toward the hospital to have his wound treated, which seemed more serious than his own sprained wrist. He reasoned that what he had seen in his vision had come true, and if Thap didn't start believing or exercising caution, he might not be lucky enough to be saved next time.

They both entered the outpatient clinic building at the hospital entrance. Someone waiting for coffee near a convenience store saw them and quickly approached.

"Thap, your arm!" Pakkapong examined his friend's wound.

"I almost got hit by a car."

"You almost got hit by a car?" his friend repeated, surprised. "What car was going to hit you?"

"A car, but I don't remember the make."

"A car?! You talk like it's a toy!"

"It's not a big deal, just a scratch."

Pakkapong sighed in exasperation before looking at In, who was standing beside him.

"Mr. In."

"Hello, Doctor," In greeted, raising his only functional hand to make a wai, which made the doctor frown.

"He saved me and fell with me," Thap explained, responding to his friend's confused expression.

"Looks like we'll need another X-ray, Mr. In," Pakkapong said, scanning In's wrist before turning to Thap, who was trying to leave. "You're coming too. I'll treat your wound."

Thap rolled his eyes, but relented and followed the two toward the elevator, heading for Pakkapong's office. There were still several minutes before his first appointment of the day, which happened to be with In.

"Your old wound hasn't healed, and you already have a new one," Pakkapong said as soon as the elevator doors closed, leaving only the three of them inside. "This is a clear attempt on your life."

The words caught In's attention, and he looked back and forth between the two doctors with keen interest.

"Three days ago, your car was totaled and had to go to the shop. Lucky the airbag deployed."

"Accidents happen; it's normal," Thap replied indifferently.

"And yesterday someone tried to stab you with scissors, but you dodged in time and it only grazed your arm," Pakkapong pointed at Thap's arm, where blood was seeping deeper into the fabric. "Are you still saying these are normal accidents?"

"Damn Kan... he shouldn't have told you that," Thap growled, annoyed by the lecture, although he knew it wasn't an accident or coincidence. Someone had attacked him with scissors as he left the hospital to take a taxi, days after sending his car to the repair shop. Luckily, he reacted in time and the blade only grazed his arm, rather than his chest as intended.

"Seriously, Thap, this isn't going to stop. Even if you report every incident, they haven't caught anyone. They seem like simple crimes, but there are no suspects."

Just then, the elevator doors opened. Thap quickly stepped out to end the conversation.

Pakkapong followed him worriedly before looking at In, who offered a weak smile and gestured

for the doctor to go ahead.

"Get a nurse to take him for an X-ray first. I don't know if his wrist got worse," Thap said as he entered the office, looking at In's hand.

"You're right," Pakkapong replied, turning to his patient. "Are you in a lot of pain, Mr. In? I'll have a nurse take you for an X-ray right away, since you have an appointment with me today anyway."

"A little, but I don't think it's much worse," In replied, then looked at Thap, who had sat down in the examination chair. "It's like I told you, right? That he's facing great misfortune because of his work, and a tall, light-skinned man is putting him in danger."

At first, Pakkapong listened curiously, assuming Thap was just taking an interest in In. But what he heard left him speechless. In's words sounded prophetic—though he was sure In couldn't possibly have known, since only he, Thap, Kan, and perhaps Ton were aware of the situation.

"Do you know about this, Mr. In?" Pakkapong asked, unable to contain his curiosity.

"So everything I said is true?" Pakkapong nodded. "It's a shame your friend doesn't believe I'm telling the truth. That's why he's inadvertently putting himself at risk. He's been lucky three times, but it won't always be that way," In added, looking at Thap to emphasize every word.

"Wait, how do you know if we...?" Pakkapong began.

"He's a fortune teller who makes good guesses," Thap interrupted sarcastically. In wasn't surprised and remained silent, unwilling to waste energy responding.

"So Thap is really in danger?" Pakkapong asked, while the other two looked at him strangely. "He heard that man talking on the phone about killing his wife. I'm sure he knows Thap overheard him and now wants to silence him."

"Do you believe in these things too?" Thap asked irritably.

"I'll get a nurse to take In for an X-ray. I'll treat your wound, and then don't forget to file a report," Pakkapong said. Seeing Thap shake his head as if unwilling to take action, Pakkapong exclaimed in frustration, "Not like this, Thap! Do you want to die for nothing or what?!"

"What do you want from me? I just got brushed by a car; it's not that bad," Thap complained. "Besides, I don't remember the license plate."

BKK 12XX In replied calmly, turning to Pakkapong. "I'll go tell the nurse outside, but please tell me what I should get X-rayed. That way you'll have time to deal with... your foul-mouthed friend."

He emphasized the last words deliberately, bowed his head in farewell, and left the room, leaving the two men watching the door close softly behind him.

"Your sister's friend is no small feat," Pakkapong said admiringly, causing Thap to glare at him in annoyance. "Don't look at me like that. I'm not trying to steal him, and besides, he's my patient."

Pakkapong joked as he reached for the medical kit he had used the day before.

"Don't talk nonsense—he's not mine."

The doctor in charge of the room shrugged, not paying much attention to the reply.

"But it seems he's worried about you too; otherwise, he wouldn't put up with walking with you and being ignored like that," Pong said, while Thap chuckled, thinking his friend was making a big deal out of nothing. "By the way, since he helped you like this, have you thanked him yet?"

The injured doctor remained silent, realizing he hadn't even opened his mouth to say thank you. And it seemed Pong had no trouble guessing the truth.

The young doctor could only shake his head in resignation before asking Thap to take off his shirt so he could begin treating the wound on his upper arm, which looked quite serious.

It wasn't long before Dr. Pong's scheduled appointment with In arrived. After receiving a call from the nurse informing him that In's X-ray results were ready—luckily, the injury wasn't severe enough to fracture the wrist bone, which would have required a cast for a month—it was clear the wrist had simply suffered another sprain. The owner of the hand could only stare at it in resignation as the doctor bandaged it with a fresh elastic wrap.

"This is all Thap's fault. That's why In got hurt again."

"But your doctor friend doesn't think that way at all. He probably just thinks I'm a busybody," In said.

Pong laughed softly as he listened to the complaint, which was filled with subtle resentment.

"If he weren't worried, he wouldn't have insisted that I send you for an X-ray first," Pong explained. The attending nurse in the room nodded in agreement.

"That's right. Dr. Thap personally went to ask the nurses for the X-ray results," she added.

"He just did it out of obligation, didn't he, Doctor?" In said.

"That depends on what you want to believe, In," the attending doctor replied, looking up after finishing the bandage. "I'll say this as someone who has been friends with Thap for a long time: he's a tough-talking guy. You'll have to do a little work to soften him up."

"It has nothing to do with me," In murmured softly.

"For someone who claims not to like him, he certainly cares a lot," Dr. Pong said, as if speaking more to the nurse than to In, although In knew full well that the doctor was referring to Thap. Hearing this, In chose to let it go, convinced it couldn't possibly be true.

In scolded himself in his mind, thinking that by butting into other people's business, he had ended up getting hurt as well. But in reality, he couldn't simply ignore such things. He always ended up getting involved to help, which resulted in him getting hurt—just like this time and every time before. However, he remained convinced that what he did wasn't out of personal concern, but out of a basic sense of humanity that wouldn't allow him to watch another person die in front of his eyes.

After reporting the car incident to Ton, Thap began to worry and agreed to discuss the matter seriously at home that evening. After finishing his shift, Thap went straight home, though he arrived late. Upon entering the living room, he saw Ton smiling awkwardly in front of his mother and mischievous younger sister, who had undoubtedly already questioned him about everything.

Thap rarely brought friends home, so it wasn't surprising that his family was suspicious, especially given the visible injuries he carried daily. Luckily, his father was away with retired friends in Krabi, and his younger brother—an interior designer—was busy working in the south. If everyone had been home, making excuses would have been an even bigger headache.

"Thap!" His mother approached as soon as she saw the bandage on his elbow. Luckily, his shirt covered the wound on his arm, as he had replaced the bloody shirt with a fresh one before leaving work.

"I tripped in front of the hospital, Mom. It's just a scrape," he said reassuringly. But seeing Ton's uncomfortable expression, he rolled his eyes, knowing his mother had already extracted the truth.

"Are you still going to say that? Ton told me everything: what you're getting into is just like what little In predicted," she said. Thap had been hearing In's name more than his own lately.

"It's nothing, Mom."

"Nothing? Ton told Dao and me that you get hurt every day from interfering in other people's life-and-death affairs," Dao chimed in. Although they didn't know the full details because the case was confidential, Ton's words made it clear that her brother was in serious danger and that someone was trying to kill him.

"I forbid you from leaving the house until the police catch the culprit!" her mother ordered.

"Mom! I have to work. I have patients to see."

"You always say that, but have you ever considered my feelings? You care for others, but never for your family."

"This is getting out of hand, Mom," Thap sighed, seeing that his mother was misunderstanding his intentions. Caught between worry and reproach, her tears began to fall. He wrapped his arms around her to comfort her.

"If you don't want to worry me, do what I ask," she insisted.

"But, Mom..."

"If you save others and their families are happy, but something happens to you, do you think we could bear it?"

Thap reflected ruefully, looking at his sister and Ton, who both nodded in support of his mother. He stepped back from her and, in a low voice, gave in, finding no better solution. The man trying to silence him already knew Thap had overheard him and wouldn't leave him alive as a witness. He couldn't deny that In was right: he had survived three times by luck, but there might not be a fourth if he kept insisting on walking around freely.

"Okay, Mom. I'll do what you ask."

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Chapter 7

After finishing their purchases at the market, the two returned to the wooden house on the hill just after six in the morning. Thap didn't waste a moment; he immediately took the ingredients to the kitchen and began prepping them with practiced ease. In stood by the counter watching, amazed by the doctor's deft handling of the kitchen knife as he chopped chicken and washed vegetables.

"You really know what you're doing," In remarked, leaning against the doorframe with a mug of warm water in hand.

"I lived alone for a long time during my residency," Thap replied without looking up from the cutting board. "If you don't learn to feed yourself, you end up living on convenience store meals every night."

In chuckled softly, taking a sip from his mug. "Fair point. I survive mostly on toast, milk, and delivery."

"Which explains why you look like a single strong breeze could knock you over," Thap said, turning his head slightly to shoot him a teasing glance.

"Hey! My health is perfectly fine, thank you very much," In retorted, crossing his arms.

"We'll see about that after a month of proper meals," Thap said, a faint smile playing on his lips as he turned back to the stir-fry pan.

By eight in the morning, the aromas of stir-fried cauliflower with fish sauce, chicken with ginger, and a delicate egg drop soup filled the house. Thap packed the dishes neatly into a set of tiered tiffin carriers that Aunt Phian had left for them the day before.

Around nine o'clock, they walked up the winding path to the village temple. The morning sun was gentle, casting a golden light through the dense canopy of trees. The temple was small and peaceful, built of teak wood with traditional northern Thai architecture. A few older villagers were already there, preparing flowers and candles for the morning chant.

In knelt before the main altar, bowing three times with solemn grace. Thap followed his lead, sitting respectfully behind him. After the three local monks completed their chants and accepted the food offerings, In requested permission to perform the merit-making ritual for his deceased parents.

He took a small brass pitcher of water and slowly poured it into a small bowl as the head monk recited the blessings. Thap watched In's face—calm, serene, yet tinged with a quiet, lingering sadness. In that moment, Thap realized how deeply In carried the memory of his parents, and how much strength it took for him to live independently after losing them so young.

When the ritual concluded, they walked toward a small stupa at the edge of the temple courtyard where the ashes of In's parents rested. In lit two incense sticks, placed them in the burner, and knelt in silence for a long moment.

"Mom, Dad," In whispered softly, his voice clear in the quiet morning air. "I'm back again this year. Everything is fine with me... and I brought someone with me this time."

He turned his head slightly to look at Thap, who stepped forward, took two sticks of incense from the box, lit them, and knelt beside In.

"I'm Thapfa," the doctor said quietly, bowing his head toward the stupa. "I'm staying with In for a while. Don't worry about him... I'll make sure he eats properly and stays safe."

In looked at Thap in genuine surprise, his lips parting slightly. He hadn't expected the stubborn, blunt doctor to say something so thoughtful to his parents. Feeling a strange warmth rise in his chest, In quickly looked away, clearing his throat to hide his embarrassment.

"Let's go," In said softly, standing up and brushing the dust off his pants. "The monks said we can help clear the food trays before we leave."

Thap smiled, getting up to follow him. "Lead the way."

Chapter 8

The rest of the afternoon passed in tranquil quiet. The mountain air grew cooler as dark clouds gathered over the western peaks, signaling an early evening shower.

By four o'clock, light rain began to patter against the wooden roof tiles. In was sitting on the covered veranda, curled up on a floor cushion with a heavy leather-bound novel in his lap. Thap emerged from the house carrying two steaming mugs of hot tea, setting one down on the small low table beside In before sitting across from him.

"Thanks," In said quietly, taking the mug and letting the steam warm his face.

"What are you reading?" Thap asked, glancing at the thick book.

"A mystery novel," In replied, turning the page. "It's about a detective who can see the last memories of deceased people."

Thap raised an eyebrow. "Sounds familiar."

In gave him a flat look. "I don't see memories of the dead. I just get sudden visions of things that are about to happen. It's completely different."

"Still within the realm of the unexplainable," Thap said, sipping his tea. He leaned back against the wooden pillar, watching the rain stream off the eaves. "You know... before I met you, I would have laughed at anyone who claimed to have those abilities."

"And now?" In asked, looking up from his book.

Thap met his gaze directly. "Now I know you aren't a liar. You saved my life twice, In. I'd have to be blind and foolish to still call it a trick."

In stared at him for a moment, unaccustomed to such earnest praise from the doctor. He lowered his eyes back to the pages of his book, though he didn't read a single line.

"It's not a gift, you know," In murmured after a long pause, his voice barely audible over the patter of the rain. "It's exhausting. Seeing terrible things happen to people and knowing that if I speak up, they'll call me crazy... and if I stay silent, I feel guilty for the rest of my life."

Thap listened quietly, his sharp eyes softening with deep empathy. He understood now why In preferred living in isolation, why he kept people at a distance, and why he wore a prickly demeanor like armor.

"You don't have to carry every burden alone, In," Thap said softly.

In looked up, meeting Thap's steady, reassuring gaze. For the first time since they met, there was no hostility between them—only a deep, unspoken understanding.

Just then, the sound of a vehicle engine echoed from the bottom of the hill, breaking the heavy silence. Both men turned toward the front gate. A dark pickup truck had pulled up outside, its headlights cutting through the rain and dusk.

Thap's posture instantly stiffened. He stood up, shielding in slightly behind him as a precaution.

However, when the driver's side door opened, a tall figure clad in a dark raincoat stepped out holding a large umbrella. It was Captain Ton.

"Ton!" Thap called out in relief, stepping down from the veranda as his friend opened the gate and walked up the driveway.

"Sorry to drop in unannounced," Ton said, shaking off his umbrella under the veranda roof. He greeted In with a polite head tilt before turning to Thap. "I had to drive up here personally. Using the phone wasn't safe, and we have an update on the case."

Chapter 9

In quickly went inside to fetch a towel and a warm drink for Captain Ton, while Thap and Ton sat at the dining table.

"What happened?" Thap asked, his voice dropping into a serious, professional tone. "Did you find anything on Kasidit?"

Ton wiped his face with the towel. In provided, nodding heavily. "We managed to get a search warrant for his private residence based on an anonymous tip about illegal firearms. While searching the premises, my team discovered a hidden safe containing several bottles of high-concentration heavy metal compounds—including mercury."

In sat down beside Thap, listening intently.

"Did the forensic team match it to the patient's blood analysis?" Thap asked.

"Yes," Ton confirmed. "The chemical compound matches the mercury traces found in Thara's blood sample from your hospital. On top of that, we found financial records proving Kasidit was systematically transferring her family's assets into offshore accounts under his name."

"So you can arrest him now?" In asked hopefully.

Ton sighed, shaking his head frustratingly. "It's not that simple. Kasidit was tipped off before we could execute the arrest warrant.

He vanished last night. We suspect he's hiding somewhere in the northern provinces, possibly trying to cross the border."

Thap frowned deeply. "If he's in the north, does he know I'm here?"

"We don't think so," Ton reassured him. "As far as his network knows, you took emergency leave and flew to Singapore for a medical conference.

We even arranged for a false flight manifest under your name. But since he's on the run and desperate, we can't take any chances."

Ton looked at both of them sternly. "I need both of you to stay inside this village and keep a low profile. Don't go near the main highway or the provincial town until my team tracks him down."

"Understood," Thap said, nodding firmly.

"What about the patient—Thara?" In asked quietly. "Is she safe?"

"She's conscious now and under heavy police protection at a secure military hospital in Bangkok," Ton replied. "She's provided a full statement confirming that her husband had been forcing her to take 'vitamin supplements' every day for the past six months."

A heavy silence fell over the room as the reality of Kasidit's cruelty sank in.

After discussing security measures for another hour, Captain Ton declined their offer to stay the night, stating he needed to return to the regional police precinct in Chiang Mai to coordinate the search parties.

Thap and In walked him out to his pickup truck. The rain had eased into a gentle mist.

"Take care of yourself, Thap," Ton said, gripping his friend's shoulder before getting into the truck. "And thank you, In. If you hadn't brought him here, he would have been an easy target in Bangkok."

"Stay safe, Captain," In replied warmly.

They watched the taillights of Ton's truck vanish into the dark mountain road before closing and locking the heavy wooden gate.

As they walked back up to the house side by side, Thap looked down at the smaller man beside him. The cool night air blew a stray lock of hair across In's forehead. Without thinking, Thap reached out and gently brushed it back into place.

In froze at the sudden physical contact, his breath catching in his throat. He looked up, his large, round eyes reflecting the soft yellow glow of the veranda light.

"Let me check your wrist before we turn in," Thap said softly, his hand lingering near In's face for a fraction of a second before he pulled back.

"It's... it's fine now, really," In stammered, his cheeks flushing pink in the cool night air.

"I'm the doctor here," Thap said with a soft, genuine smile that made In's heart skip an unexpected beat. "Come on inside."

In followed him into the warm house, realizing with growing panic that avoiding Dr. Thapfa was no longer just difficult—it was becoming completely impossible.

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Chapter 10

The rainy morning brought a crisp chill that clung to the wooden walls of the house. In woke up earlier than usual, feeling a strange restlessness. He lay in bed for a few minutes listening to the wind rustling through the pine trees outside before sitting up and wrapping a thin knitted cardigan over his shoulders.

When he stepped out of his bedroom, he noticed the door across the hall was open. Thap was already downstairs.

In walked down the wooden staircase quietly and found the tall doctor standing by the kitchen counter, carefully pouring boiling water into a drip coffee filter. The rich, earthy aroma of freshly roasted Mae Hong Son coffee beans filled the room.

"Good morning," Thap said without turning around, as if he had already anticipated In's quiet footsteps.

"Morning," In replied, rubbing his eyes softly. "You wake up early every single day."

"Habit," Thap said, setting down the kettle. He turned around, offering a warm mug to In. "Black coffee, no sugar. Just the way you like it."

In took the mug, surprised. "How did you know I take it black?"

"I noticed the way you drank it at the market stall two days ago," Thap said simply, leaning back against the counter and sipping his own coffee. "And I'm a doctor. Observing small details is part of my job."

In looked down into his mug, taking a small sip. The bitter, smooth taste warmed his throat. "Thanks."

"How's your wrist today?" Thap asked, gesturing toward In's left hand.

"It feels fine. No pain at all when I rotate it," In said, extending his hand to demonstrate.

Thap reached out, his warm fingers lightly gripping In's wrist. He gently rotated the joint, applying mild pressure with his thumb to check for any hidden inflammation. In held his breath, acutely aware of the closeness between them and the steady heat radiating from Thap's hand.

"Good," Thap said after a brief assessment, releasing his hand. "The swelling is completely gone. You can stop using the topical cream tomorrow."

"Great," In said, quickly stepping back toward the dining table to put some distance between them. "Then I don't have to listen to you acting like my personal physician anymore."

Thap chuckled, a rich, quiet sound that vibrated soft warmth into the quiet kitchen. "You say that, but who else is going to keep track of your meals while you're glued to your books all day?"

Before In could think of a suitable comeback, a knock echoed from the front porch. In set his mug down and went to open the door, finding Khao Hom standing outside holding a large bamboo basket covered with a woven cloth.

"Phi In! Grandma sent me to bring morning sticky rice and sweet pork!" the girl announced cheerfully, her cheeks rosy from the cool morning air.

"Come in, Khao Hom," In said with a smile, stepping aside to let her in.

The little girl trotted straight into the kitchen, setting the basket on the table. When she saw Thap sitting there, her eyes lit up. "Good morning, Phi Thap!"

"Good morning, Khao Hom," Thap replied, leaning down to her height. "Did you walk up the hill all by yourself?"

"Grandpa walked me to the front gate, but I carried the basket!" she declared proudly, puffing out her chest. She then turned to In. "Phi In, don't forget that today is Saturday! You promised to teach us at the village hall!"

In blinked, suddenly remembering the commitment he had mentioned to Thap earlier. "Right! Saturday afternoon."

"Is Phi Thap coming too?" Khao Hom asked, turning her large, inquisitive eyes toward the tall doctor. "Phi In said you might help us with science and drawing!"

Thap looked at In with an amused, raised eyebrow. "Did he now?"

In flushed slightly, clearing his throat. "I just said you might be free, that's all."

Thap looked down at the expectant little girl and smiled genuinely. "Of course I'm coming. I wouldn't miss it."

Chapter 11

By two o'clock in the afternoon, the village hall—a spacious open-air wooden structure with a corrugated tin roof—was filled with the lively chatter of nearly fifteen children ranging from six to fourteen years old.

In had set up low wooden tables around the room, laying out sketchbooks, colored pencils, and reading materials he had brought from Bangkok.

While In focused on helping the younger children practice their reading and Thai vocabulary, Thap took charge of the older group, explaining simple scientific concepts using everyday examples. He drew clear, simple diagrams on a portable whiteboard, explaining how rain formed and why leaves changed colors in different seasons. The children listened attentively, completely captivated by his calm, engaging explanations.

In paused his own lesson for a moment, resting his chin on his palm as he watched Thap from across the hall.

Without his formal white doctor's coat, wearing just a simple navy blue linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Thap looked approachable and remarkably handsome. The stern, cold demeanor In had first encountered at the hospital was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Thap interacted with the kids with patience and gentle humor, answering even their most absurd questions without a hint of annoyance.

He really is different from what I thought, In admitted to himself quietly. He's not just arrogant... he actually cares.

As if sensing In's gaze, Thap turned his head. Their eyes met across the busy room. Thap didn't look away; instead, he offered In a subtle, warm smile that made In's pulse quicken instantly. In quickly looked down at the sketchbook in front of him, pretending to adjust Khao Hom's drawing pencils to hide his flushed face.

Around four in the afternoon, as the class came to an end, the children gathered their things and bowed politely to thank their two temporary teachers.

"Thank you, Phi In! Thank you, Phi Thap!" they called out in unison before running off into the village courtyard to play.

In began gathering the scattered pencils and notebooks, while Thap erased the whiteboard.

"You're surprisingly good with them," In said softly, breaking the silence as he stacked the sketchbooks.

"I used to volunteer at pediatric camps during my university years," Thap said, putting the board marker away. He walked over to stand near In's table. "Children are honest. If you treat them with genuine respect, they respond in kind."

"I suppose so," In murmured, placing the last stack of paper into his tote bag.

"How about you?" Thap asked, sitting on the edge of the wooden table next to him. "How long have you been coming up here to teach them?"

"Since my second year of college," In replied, looking out over the peaceful village green where the children were playing tag. "After my parents passed away... coming here was the only time I felt useful. In Bangkok, I spent all my time avoiding people because of my visions. But here, no one judges me. They just accept me as 'Phi In'."

Thap watched In's profile silently, noticing the quiet vulnerability in his expression.

"You don't have to hide from the world, In," Thap said softly, his voice gentle and steady. "Having empathy and foresight isn't something to be ashamed of."

In turned to look at him, meeting those dark, intense eyes. "It's easy for you to say. You don't have images of accidents and tragedy popping into your mind out of nowhere."

"Maybe not," Thap acknowledged, leaning in slightly closer. "But I do know what it feels like to carry a burden alone. You don't have to do that anymore."

In stared at him, feeling as though the air between them had suddenly grown warm and heavy. For a second, he thought Thap was going to reach out and touch his face, but a cheerful shout from Khao Hom outside broke the spell.

"Phi In! Phi Thap! Look at the rainbow!"

Both men broke their gaze and looked toward the open doorway, where a bright, sweeping double rainbow arched across the mountain ridge following the light afternoon shower.

Chapter 12

That evening, night fell quickly over the valley. The sky turned a deep indigo, studded with countless bright stars that were never visible in the light-polluted skies of Bangkok.

After a simple dinner of stir-fried vegetables and hot soup, In sat on the veranda edge with his legs dangling over the grass, gazing up at the Milky Way stretching across the heavens.

Thap stepped out onto the porch, carrying two light cotton blankets. He draped one over In's shoulders before sitting down right beside him, wrapping the second blanket around himself.

"It gets cold quickly out here once the sun goes down," Thap said softly.

In pulled the soft blanket closer around his chest, feeling the heat of Thap's shoulder brushing against his own. "Thanks."

They sat in comfortable silence for a long time, watching the fireflies flicker among the bushes at the edge of the property.

"Ton sent me a secure text message a while ago," Thap said, breaking the silence.

In turned his head to look at him. "Any progress?"

"They tracked Kasidit's vehicle to a border district in Chiang Rai," Thap explained, his face turning serious under the starlight. "His associates were taken into custody, but Kasidit himself escaped into the jungle area near the border. The special task force has surrounded the perimeter."

In felt a tight knot form in his stomach. "Do they think he'll try to come here?"

"No," Thap reassured him, turning to face In directly. "He doesn't know this location exists. Ton's team deliberately leaked fake intelligence that I was staying at a family property in Chiang Mai to draw him into a trap. We're safe here."

In let out a slow, trembling breath. "Good."

"Are you still afraid?" Thap asked quietly, reaching out from beneath his blanket to cover In's hand where it rested on the wooden floorboard.

In looked down at their joined hands. Thap's palm was large, warm, and solid—a grounding presence that made the dark night feel far less intimidating.

"I'm not afraid for myself," In murmured honestly. "I was worried about you."

Thap's fingers gently tightened around In's. A faint, tender smile appeared on his lips. "Why? Because of your card prediction?"

"Because you're stubborn and you never listen to warnings," In retorted softly, though there was no real bite to his words.

"I listen now," Thap said, his tone turning remarkably soft. He leaned in closer, his sharp eyes searching In's face under the dim moonlight. "Especially when it comes from you."

In's heart thudded loudly against his ribs. He wanted to turn away or say something sarcastic to break the rising tension, but he found himself completely frozen, unable to break the pull of Thap's intense gaze.

"In..." Thap whispered, his voice low and raspy.

Thap slowly raised his free hand, his warm fingers lightly tracing the curve of In's jawline before cupping his cheek. In let out a soft, faint gasp, his eyelids fluttering slightly at the gentle touch.

Thap leaned in closer until his breath brushed against In's lips. For a long, breathless second, time seemed to stand completely still on the mountain porch.

Then, the sudden, sharp buzz of Thap's satellite phone inside the house shattered the silence.

In instinctively pulled back, his face burning hot as he looked away toward the dark garden. Thap took a deep breath, dropping his hand with a quiet, rueful sigh.

"I... I should check that," Thap said softly, standing up from the wooden floor. "It might be Ton."

"Yeah," In whispered, staring down at his lap, his pulse racing so fast he could hear it echoing in his ears. "Go ahead."

Thap stepped inside the house, leaving In alone under the vast, starry sky, his hand reaching up to touch the cheek where Thap's warm fingers had lingered just seconds before.

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Chapter 13

The satellite phone conversation with Captain Ton was brief but crucial. When Thap returned to the veranda, he found In still sitting in the same spot, wrapped tightly in his cotton blanket. The lingering awkwardness hung between them like mist, but the serious expression on Thap's face quickly drew In's attention back to reality.

"Was that Ton?" In asked, looking up as Thap sat down beside him, keeping a respectful distance this time.

"Yes," Thap replied, his voice grave. "The situation in Chiang Rai has escalated. Kasidit tried to break through a police roadblock near the border. There was a brief firefight."

In gasped, his hand flying to his chest. "Was anyone hurt? Is Kasidit..."

"He was wounded, but he escaped into the forest terrain," Thap explained, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. "Ton's team apprehended two of his armed bodyguards. One of them cracked during interrogation."

In leaned in closer, listening intently. "What did he say?"

Thap turned to look at In, his dark eyes shadowed under the moonlight. "He confessed that Kasidit realized the Singapore trip was a decoy days ago. He had been tracking phone tower signals and traced a secure satellite connection made from this region before we arrived."

In felt a cold shiver run down his spine. "So... he knows you're in Mae Hong Son?"

"He knows I'm in this province, but he doesn't have the exact coordinates of Phu Dao Village," Thap reassured him calmly, placing a hand on In's shoulder to steady him. "Ton has already requested reinforcements from the provincial police precinct. They are setting up checkpoints along the main access roads leading up the mountain."

"What if he finds a way up here through the back trails?" In asked, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. "The locals use those mountain paths all the time."

"Ton is dispatching two undercover officers to stay in the village starting tomorrow morning," Thap said softly. "They'll be disguised as forestry officers."

In nodded slowly, taking a deep breath to settle his nerves. He looked at Thap, noticing how calm the doctor remained despite being the primary target of a dangerous fugitive.

"Aren't you worried at all?" In murmured.

Thap offered a faint, reassuring smile. "I'm worried about keeping you safe. As for Kasidit... he's a desperate man running out of options. Desperate people make mistakes, and Ton will catch him."

In stared at him, moved by Thap's steadfast composure. He reached out and gently placed his hand over Thap's hand on his shoulder. "Thank you... for protecting me."

Thap's smile widened slightly, his fingers gently tightening against In's shoulder before he let go.

"Get some sleep, In. Tomorrow is going to be a long day."

Chapter 14

By noon the following day, two plainclothes officers arrived in Phu Dao Village, posing as survey officers from the Department of Forestry. They met quietly with the village chief and Thap to establish a communication protocol in case of any suspicious activity around the perimeter.

Meanwhile, life in the small mountain village continued its peaceful rhythm. Unaware of the underlying tension, the village children gathered at the central pavilion to play, while Aunt Phian brought over fresh produce and traditional northern snacks for In and Thap.

In spent the afternoon helping Aunt Phian sort through dried herbs on her front porch, while Thap joined the village chief to inspect the water filtration pipes near the stream—using his free time to assist the community wherever he could.

As the sun began to dip behind the western ridge, painting the sky in vibrant shades of amber and rose, In walked down to the stream to call Thap back for dinner.

He found the tall doctor standing on a large flat stone near the water's edge, his sleeves rolled up, helping two young boys untangle a fishing line caught in the reeds. The sound of Thap's quiet laughter mixed with the rushing water created a picture of utter peace that felt miles away from the danger lurking outside the valley.

In stood by the bank, watching the scene with a soft warmth blooming in his chest. Over the past few weeks, the initial friction between them had completely melted away, replaced by an easy, unspoken intimacy that felt entirely natural.

"Phi In!" one of the boys shouted, waving excitedly when he noticed him. "Phi Thap fixed our fishing rig!"

"I see that," In called back with a bright smile. He stepped closer to the edge. "Come on up, you two. Aunt Phian made sweet mung bean soup for everyone."

The boys cheered and scampered off toward the village, leaving Thap and In alone by the riverbank.

Thap stepped off the stone and walked up to stand beside In, wiping his damp hands on a hand towel. "You look happier today."

"I am," In admitted softly, looking up at him. "Seeing everyone so peaceful... it makes me glad we came here."

"I'm glad too," Thap said, his eyes locking onto In's with an intensity that made In's breath catch.

"If I hadn't come here, I never would have really known you."

In lowered his gaze, his cheeks warming. "I wasn't very nice to you at first."

"I wasn't exactly pleasant either," Thap reminded him with a quiet chuckle. He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. "I was rigid, stubborn, and quick to judge."

"You were," In agreed, looking up with a playful glint in his eyes. "A total nightmare."

Thap laughed, reaching out to gently pinch In's cheek. "Is that so?"

In gasped softly, trying to pull back, but Thap's hand slid down to rest gently behind In's neck, his thumb tracing the soft skin along his jawline. The playful atmosphere shifted instantly into something deeper, charged with undeniable heat.

"Thap..." In whispered, his heart hammering in his chest.

"I mean what I said last night, In," Thap said, his deep voice carrying a solemn, tender weight. "I won't let anything happen to you."

Before In could respond, the sharp sound of a twigs snapping in the dense brush across the stream made both men freeze.

Chapter 15

Thap instantly moved, placing himself squarely in front of In and pushing him behind his broad shoulder. His sharp eyes scanned the thick foliage on the opposite bank of the shallow river.

"Stay behind me," Thap commanded in a low, sharp whisper.

The forest across the stream was quiet for a long second, save for the rustle of wind through the bamboo stalks. Then, a tall figure stepped out from behind a large banyan tree.

It wasn't Kasidit.

It was one of the undercover officers stationed at the village entry point, his face pale and drenched in sweat as he jogged across the shallow water over the stepping stones.

"Doctor Thap! Mr. In!" the officer called out breathlessly as he reached their side of the bank.

Thap let out a tense breath, though he kept his guard up. "What's wrong, Officer?"

"Captain Ton sent an urgent transmission," the officer reported, panting slightly. "A dark S.U.V broke through the lower checkpoint ten miles south of here twenty minutes ago. The driver matches Kasidit's description."

In's blood ran cold. "He found the village?"

"He doesn't know the exact house yet, but he's heading up the main access road," the officer explained quickly. "Captain Ton and the provincial tactical unit are pursuing him from behind, but they are ten minutes away due to the mudslides on the lower road."

Thap's jaw tightened. He turned to look at In, whose face had gone pale under the twilight sky.

"We need to move," Thap said decisively, taking In's hand in a firm, protective grip. "Officer, inform the village chief to have the villagers stay inside their homes and lock their doors immediately."

"Understood, sir! My partner is already securing the chief's compound," the officer replied, pulling out his radio as he headed back toward the village center.

Thap pulled In quickly up the winding dirt path leading toward their house on the hill. The evening air felt suddenly heavy, filled with impending danger.

"Thap," In said breathlessly as they ran, his heart pounding wildly against his ribs. "What if he has a weapon?"

"He won't get near you," Thap promised firmly, not letting go of In's hand for a single second. "We're going to lock the house and wait for Ton's team to arrive. It's only ten minutes."

They reached the wooden house on the hill just as the final light of dusk faded into darkness. Thap ushered In inside, locking the heavy front door and securing the wooden latch before pulling the curtains across all the first-floor windows.

In stood in the middle of the dark living room, his hands trembling slightly as he tried to calm his breathing.

Suddenly, an image flashed violently in his mind—sharp, vivid, and terrifyingly clear.

He saw the headlights of a black vehicle crashing through their front wooden gate, followed by the sound of glass breaking at the back door.

In gasped aloud, stumbling backward. Thap instantly caught him by the waist, steadying him.

"In! What is it? Did you see something?" Thap asked urgently, holding him tightly.

In looked up at Thap, his round eyes wide with panic. "The back door... he's not coming through the front gate on foot! He's going to drive through the gate and break in through the back kitchen!"

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Chapter 16

Hearing In's urgent warning, Thap didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second. The skepticism he had held weeks ago had vanished completely, replaced by absolute trust in In's foresight.

"Upstairs, now!" Thap ordered, grabbing In's arm and pulling him toward the staircase. "We'll block the upper landing and wait for Ton."

They hurried up the wooden stairs just as the loud, violent roar of a high-powered engine

shattered the quiet night outside. Seconds later, a heavy metal crunch echoed up the hill as a

dark S.U.V smashed through the front wooden gate, its tires screeching over the gravel driveway.

In's heart slammed against his ribs as he followed Thap into the second-floor hallway. Thap immediately dragged a heavy teak wardrobe across the floor, positioning it to block the narrow doorway leading to the master bedroom wing.

Downstairs, the sound of shattered glass rang out sharply, followed by the heavy thud of a boot kicking open the wooden kitchen door.

"Thapfa!" a harsh, raspy voice shouted from the ground floor, echoing ominously through the empty house. "I know you're in here! Come out and let's finish this!"

In pressed his back against the bedroom wall, his breathing shallow and quick. Thap stood beside him, holding a heavy iron floor lamp he had unplugged from the bedside, his jaw clenched in quiet determination.

"Stay behind the wardrobe, In," Thap whispered, his dark eyes fixed on the hallway door. "No matter what happens, don't step out."

Footsteps began ascending the wooden staircase—slow, deliberate, and heavy. The floorboards creaked under the intruder's weight with every step.

"You ruined everything, Doctor," Kasidit's voice sneered from the landing, growing closer. "My wife, my business, my assets... all because you couldn't keep your mouth shut."

Thap remained dead silent, adjusting his grip on the heavy lamp stand.

As Kasidit reached the top of the stairs, his shadowy figure became visible against the faint moonlight streaming through the hall window. He was clutching a heavy handgun in his right hand, his face bruised and smeared with mud from his flight through the forest.

When Kasidit spotted the blocked doorway, he raised the gun, aiming directly at the wooden wardrobe barrier.

"Do you really think a piece of furniture is going to save you?" Kasidit barked, stepping closer.

Before Kasidit could pull the trigger, the sudden, deafening wail of police sirens echoed from the bottom of the hill, flashing red and blue lights illuminating the pine trees outside the window.

Chapter 17

Distracted by the sudden arrival of the police vehicles, Kasidit turned his head slightly toward the window for a split second.

Thap seized the opportunity instantly.

With a burst of speed, Thap shoved the heavy teak wardrobe forward with all his strength. The solid wood structure crashed directly into Kasidit, knocking the gun out of his hand and slamming him hard against the hallway wall. The weapon clattered across the floorboards, sliding into the dark corner near the stairs.

Kasidit roared in fury, lunging at Thap with a concealed hunting knife.

Thap dodged sideways, the blade grazing his shoulder sleeve, and delivered a powerful right hook to Kasidit's jaw. The fugitive stumbled backward, but fueled by desperation, he threw his entire body weight into Thap, tackling him to the floor.

"Thap!" In screamed, running out from the bedroom despite the danger.

The two men wrestled fiercely on the wooden floor. Kasidit raised his arm, aiming the knife downward toward Thap's chest. Thap grabbed Kasidit's wrist with both hands, straining to keep the sharp blade at bay.

Seeing Thap in grave danger, In grabbed a heavy brass candleholder from the hallway console table and swung it with all his force, striking Kasidit solidly across the back.

Kasidit grunted in pain, his grip loosening just enough for Thap to twist his wrist, forcing him to drop the knife. Thap then delivered a decisive blow to Kasidit's temple, knocking the man flat onto his back, disoriented and gasping for air.

Before Kasidit could recover, heavy footsteps thundered up the stairs.

"Police! Don't move!" Captain Ton shouted, rushing onto the second-floor landing with four armed tactical officers.

The officers immediately pinned Kasidit to the floor, pulling his arms behind his back and securing him in heavy steel handcuffs.

Captain Ton holstered his weapon and rushed over to Thap, who was sitting up against the wall, panting heavily. "Are you alright, Thap?"

"I'm fine," Thap rasped, breathing deeply as he checked his shoulder. "Just a minor scrape."

In dropped the brass candleholder and threw his arms around Thap's neck, burying his face into Thap's chest as tears of relief finally spilled over his eyelashes. "You're okay... you're okay..."

Thap wrapped his strong arms securely around In's waist, holding him close and resting his chin against In's soft hair. "I told you I'd keep us safe," Thap whispered softly, his voice full of warmth.

Captain Ton watched the two of them with a faint, knowing smile before turning to escort the handcuffed fugitive downstairs.

Chapter 18

Two days later, the calm atmosphere returned to Phu Dao Village. Kasidit and his remaining accomplices were safely in police custody in Bangkok, facing multiple severe felony charges, including attempted murder, fraud, and illegal possession of dangerous chemical compounds.

The afternoon sun shone brightly over the mountain valley as Thap and In packed their suitcases into the trunk of the small Japanese car parked outside the wooden house.

The village chief, Aunt Phian, and a group of local children gathered near the front gate to bid them farewell. Khao Hom stood at the front, holding a small woven garland of fresh jasmine flowers.

"Will you come back next year, Phi In? Phi Thap?" Khao Hom asked, looking up at them with big, hopeful eyes.

In knelt down and accepted the jasmine garland, placing it gently on his wrist. "Of course we will, Khao Hom. We'll come back every single year."

Thap smiled, kneeling beside In and patting the little girl's head. "And next time, I'll bring even more science kits and drawing books for everyone."

The children cheered enthusiastically, waving as Thap and In got into the car.

As Thap drove the vehicle down the winding mountain road away from Phu Dao Village, the lush green landscape stretched out beneath a clear, brilliant blue sky.

In leaned back against the passenger seat, looking out the window with a serene, peaceful smile.

"What are you thinking about?" Thap asked gently, glancing over at him while keeping one hand steady on the steering wheel.

"I was just thinking about how much everything changed in one month," In said softly, turning his head to look at Thap's profile. "When I first met you, I thought you were the most arrogant person I'd ever encountered."

Thap chuckled warmly, reaching across the console to take In's hand, lacing his fingers securely with In's slender ones. "And now?"

In looked down at their joined hands, feeling a deep, steady warmth fill his heart. He squeezed Thap's hand gently.

"Now... I think my prediction was completely right."

Thap raised an eyebrow, amused. "Which prediction?"

"The one I made for Dao months ago," In said with a soft, affectionate laugh. "That a soulmate who was close before would come into my life... I just didn't realize back then that the soulmate wasn't hers. It was mine."

Thap smiled brilliantly, lifting In's hand to his lips and pressing a gentle, lingering kiss against his knuckles.

"Fire never lies, Nong In," Thap murmured softly, using the sweet endearment that made In's face bloom into a bright, beautiful blush.

As the car glided smoothly down the sunlit highway toward Bangkok, the future ahead of them looked clearer and brighter than any fortune card could ever foretell.

Epilogue

Six months later, the afternoon light streamed through the large glass windows of a cozy, modern studio apartment in Bangkok.

Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with an organized mix of medical journals, classic literature, and divination texts. On the dining table sat a familiar black velvet cloth and a set of well-worn tarot cards.

In was sitting at his desk, finishing up his monthly video edit for his YouTube channel. He clicked "Publish" and leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh.

The front door unlocked, and Thap walked in carrying a bag of fresh groceries from the market down the street. He was wearing his formal doctor's attire beneath a dark coat, having just finished his shift at the hospital.

"Are you done with work for today?" Thap asked, setting the groceries on the kitchen counter and walking over to stand behind In's chair.

"Just finished," In replied, turning his head up to look at him.

Thap leaned down and pressed a warm, soft kiss to In's forehead. "Good. Because Dao and the rest of the group are coming over for dinner in an hour."

"Is Dao still complaining about her mother trying to arrange dates for her?" In asked, laughing softly.

"Every single day," Thap said with a chuckle. "She told Mom that unless the guy is half as reliable as her brother, she's staying single forever."

"She's exaggerating as usual," In said, standing up and wrapping his arms around Thap's waist, leaning his head against Thap's broad chest.

Thap wrapped his arms around In, holding him securely in the quiet, warm apartment.

"You know," Thap murmured softly into In's hair, "Pakkapong asked me today if I still disbelieved in fortune telling."

In looked up, a playful glint in his round eyes. "And what did Dr. Thapfa say?"

Thap smiled down at him with endless tenderness, his thumb tracing the soft curve of In's cheek.

"I told him I still don't believe in general luck," Thap whispered, leaning down until their lips met in a sweet, gentle kiss. "I only believe in the fortune teller who holds my heart."

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