Under the same sky the series

Sakura 1 story

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Hello 👋🏻 all it's my first story . it's a fictional work✨The world is dark, and the light is precious.come closer dear reader 💕.you must trust me 💟 i am telling you a story 🫶🏻

Summary

There was a vast, unforgiving ocean between feeling an emotion and actually giving it a voice. For Chantara Wongthewan, that ocean was impossible to cross. To the rest of the world, Chantara was a portrait of calm indifference. He was the quiet student in the back of the lecture hall, the reliable friend who listened but rarely spoke, a young man whose face was a carefully constructed mask of neutrality. People often mistook his silence for aloofness, or worse, a lack of caring. They didn't know that inside his chest, his heart beat with the frantic, exhausting energy of a trapped bird. He felt everything—every joy, every slight, every overwhelming surge of affection—but the moment those feelings traveled up to his throat, they froze. The fear of vulnerability, of being truly seen and potentially rejected, was a paralyzing weight. And then, there was Tawan. If Chantara was the quiet shadow cast by the moon, Tawan was the blinding, undeniable gravity of the sun. Even his name meant sun, and he wore it perfectly. Tawan was loud, effortlessly charismatic, and possessed a laugh that could break through the most suffocating tension in a room. He was the kind of person who remembered everyone’s favorite coffee order, who hugged his friends a little too tight, and who lived his life entirely out in the open. Chantara was hopelessly, helplessly in love with him.

Genre
Lgbtq
Author
Sakura
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
3
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

Chapter 1 unexpected sunshine

SCENE START

EXT. COLLEGE FOOTBALL FIELD - DAY

The afternoon sun casts a warm, golden glow over the bustling campus stadium. The distant sounds of referee whistles, sneakers squeaking, and students cheering echo across the field.

Sitting on the lower tier of the audience bench is CHANTARA (20). Dressed in a soft, effortless Arts major aesthetic, he is undeniably the most striking guy in his faculty ,calm, ethereal, and currently holding a book or looking at his phone, waiting for his friend.Suddenly, a voice cuts through the ambient noise.

TAWAN (V.O.)Hello.

Chantara tilts his head up toward the sound.

Walking straight down the track toward him is

TAWAN WARIN (21). He’s the university’s star soccer player, wearing his jersey, lightly dusted with sweat, looking entirely too attractive

.CHANTARA (POV): Oh, shia... He’s walking straight toward me.

Did he find out?

Does he know I’ve been secretly following him on Instagram?

No, no,

(act natural.Tawan stops right in front of Chantara, a bright, easy smile playing on his lips).

TAWAN: Hello! Can I sit here?

(Chantara blinks, completely caught off guard. He references the massive, mostly empty bleachers around them.)

CHANTARA : Huh?

TAWAN: (Chuckling, tilting his head)Can I sit next to you

CHANTARA:(Flustered, quickly shifting his bag)Ah, sorry. Yes, please.

Tawan sits down, entirely too close, bringing the faint scent of fresh air and cologne with him. He leans his elbows on his knees, looking sideways at Chantara.

TAWAN: Why are you sitting here all alone?

CHANTARA : Im not alone. I’m waiting for my friend. They went to buy drinks.

TAWAN: (Grinning teasingly, leaning in a fraction closer)Really? And here I thought you were sitting here waiting for me.

CHANTARA : (Stammering, ears turning pink)Sorry... what?

TAWAN: (Softening his gaze, voice dropping an octave)Nothing. I just thought to myself... you look even more beautiful when you smile.

Chantara immediately ducks his head, biting his lower lip to hide the sudden, uncontrollable blush creeping up his neck. He looks away, trying to find his voice.

TAWAN: By the way... I didn't just come over here to rest. I came to tell you something.

Chantara turns his head back, his wide eyes full of curiosity and nervous anticipation.

CHANTARA : what is it?

Tawan looks directly into Chantara's eyes, his playful demeanor shifting into something incredibly sincere and intense.

TAWAN: I like you,

Chantara’s breath catches in his throat. The noise of the stadium seems to completely fade away.

CHANTARA: (A breathless whisper) P’Wan...

TAWAN : Will you be my boyfriend?

Chantara sits frozen in absolute shock. His brain completely short-circuits. Before he can even process the words, Tawan reaches out, gently tapping Chantara’s chin with a smirk.

TAWAN: I know you will be.

Chantara’s eyes widen in sheer surprise at the sheer confidence radiating off the older boy. Tawan stands up, adjusting his jersey, looking down at his freshly minted, frozen-in-place crush.

TAWAN: Now, you should pray for your boyfriend. He needs to win this match.

Chantara’s eyes go completely wide with panic.

CHANTARA: B-Boyfriend?!

Chantara instinctively tenses up, his knees twitching as if he’s about to bolt from the bleachers. Tawan points a warning, playful finger at him, reading his mind instantly.

TAWAN : Don’t even think about running away from me, Chantara

Chantara is completely speechless, his mouth slightly open, hands gripping the edge of the bench.

TAWAN : (Satisfied with the reaction, stepping backward)Okay, see you soon. Bye.

CHANTARA : (A squeaky, breathless exhale)Ha...

TAWAN: Don’t forget what I just said.

Tawan jogs back onto the green field. Just before crossing the white line, he turns back around, locks eyes with Chantara across the distance, and raises his hand to flash a bright, undeniable finger-heart.

Chantara presses his hand firmly against his chest, feeling the violent, chaotic thudding beneath his ribs.

CHANTARA (POV / INNER VOICE) : hey, shia... why is my heart racing like this? It’s pounding so loud I feel like everyone can hear it.He watches Tawan blend back into the team, a helpless, shy smile finally breaking across his face.SCENE END

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