2gether Ep 1

The next morning, Green appeared with a smoothie and a poem. Tine, heart hammering, saw Sarawat leaning against the faculty building, arms crossed. He was watching.

Fong, the pragmatist, scrolled through his phone. “You have two options: fake a terminal illness, or move to another country.”

Afterward, he cornered Sarawat by the instrument storage room.

“That’s the price.” Sarawat picked up his guitar case. “We start tomorrow. Don’t be late.” 2gether Ep 1

Green’s smile faltered. “Who?”

“Absolutely not,” Tine said. “That guy looks like he’d rather swallow his own guitar pick than talk to me.”

Sarawat’s arm didn’t move from his waist. His voice was soft, almost a whisper. The next morning, Green appeared with a smoothie and a poem

It wasn’t a threatening look. It wasn’t even angry. It was simply a statement of fact: This one is mine.

Tine’s heart plummeted. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

The fluorescent lights of the university music club hummed a nervous harmony, matching the frantic beat in Tine’s heart. He wasn’t nervous about singing. He was nervous about Green . Fong, the pragmatist, scrolled through his phone

Tine blinked. “That’s it?”

“It’s just pretend,” Tine rushed out. “You pretend to like me. Just for a week. To scare off this guy, Green. You’re the only person he’s scared of.”

“Green,” Tine said, his voice steadier than he felt. “I need to tell you something. I’m… with someone.”

Green was a force of nature in pastel sweaters. For three weeks, he’d been leaving tiny love notes in Tine’s locker, appearing with iced coffee exactly when Tine’s throat was dry, and serenading him with a ukulele outside the economics building. Green was relentless. Green was sweet. And Tine, who only wanted a normal, girl-filled university experience, was desperate.