A/N: For those waiting for the other relationships to progress, please let me indulge in this GodtBas chapter for now. It's just because a few days ago I watched a video of the monkhood ceremony of Godt and I was surprised to see Bas there. From what I understand only close friends and relatives are invited to this ceremony. I noticed that Godt's mother was very close to Bas and had even kissed him on the cheek. Godt and Bas were interacting without any of the awkwardness. I have no idea what's going on between the two of them right now, but let's just move on with this fan fiction.

Also, the image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Bas' POV

After Joss moved away from us, P'Godt and I sat back and finished our dinner without saying anything else to each other.

We both just wanted to finish our dinner in peace and get out of the dining hall fast. Both of us seemed to want to get away from Joss' presence as quickly as possible.

As soon as I drank the last drop of my pomegranate juice, I stood up and said to P'Godt, "Let's go!"

He followed me out of the dining hall and he stopped by the vending machine.

"What are you going to buy from the vending machine?" I asked.

"A can of soda," he replied, "you did not give me a chance to drink my pomegranate juice."

"Oh, oops, sorry about that," I said.

I watched him drop some coins into the machine and press the keys for a can of Coke.

"Do you want one for yourself?" he asked.

"No, thanks," I said, "come on, let's go to the open deck and take a stroll to digest our dinner."

Again, without a word, he followed my lead as I stepped out into the open deck.

I quickly stepped back and bumped hard into P'Godt, making him spill his soda on his shirt.

"What the hell..." he started to say.

"Sshhh," I said, "let's go to the open deck on the other side."

"Why, what's wrong with this one?" he asked.

I placed my finger to my lips and pointed to a couple who were locked in a passionate embrace and were French kissing.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

"Who are they?" he asked, "do you know them?"

"Yes," I whispered as I pulled him out of the open deck.

I had not seen Kimmon and Copter since I had left the bar that night when the bartender had told me that I was not yet old enough to drink.

I was surprised that their relationship had progressed this fast.

To be honest, I was starting to feel envious that they were together now. I wished that I was in a relationship with someone, too.

I wondered if P'Godt would consider me to be too young for him.

Should I look for someone closer to my age?

I remember seeing at least two people who seemed to be about my age, but I did not get the chance to interact with any of them.

A/N: These are the two persons that Bas met and is considering for a relationship because they are closer to his age. Their images here do not belong to me. They belong to the persons who uploaded them on the internet.

I should think of a way of approaching them soon.

P'Godt held the door to the open deck on the other side for me.

"Thanks," I said, walking through it and lifting my nose to breathe in the cool and fresh sea air.

I walked towards the railing and leaned against it, looking down at the waves lapping peacefully and rhythmically against the side of the ship.

I looked around. P'Godt was guzzling down the can of soda.

Then he walked over to a small covered trash bin where he dropped the empty can and then made his way towards me.

I drew in my breath sharply when I felt him encircle my waist with his arms from behind me.

I felt the warmth of his body as his broad chest touched my back.

I felt him rest his chin on the crook of my shoulder.

My heart started to beat in a fast and uneven rhythm.

"What shampoo did you use on your hair?" he asked, nuzzling his nose into my hair just above my ear.

"It's warm vanilla and musk scent," I answered.

My voice was quivering a little bit because I was starting to get affected by his nearness.

"It's very seductive," he said, "are you trying to seduce me, Bas?"

"What??? No!" his question totally surprised me. If there was anyone who was doing the seducing, it was him.

Suddenly I felt him nuzzling against the side of my neck.

The feel of his soft lips against my skin was starting to give me a hard on.

"Bas..." I heard him whispering in my ear, his heavy breathing making me get turned on even more.

"Wh...what..." I said, barely above a whisper.

"Can I take you to my cabin?" he asked, nibbling at my ear.

"If you're going to make me into a one night stand, forget it," I said, trying to make my voice sound firm.

"No, Bas," he said, "I had been attracted to you from the first time I saw you but I held back because I thought that you were a minor and I would get in trouble."

"And now?" I prompted when he stopped talking.

"And now, I want to let you know that I am totally into you, but I will be honest and say that I am exploring my feelings, but I do believe that what I feel for you is not some fleeting temporary attraction," he sucked in his breath as if he needed a lot of air in his lungs.

I stood still. I was undecided. I was torn between giving in to him and protecting myself from possible heartache.

What if after he took me into his bed he just discarded me like a used tissue and pretended that he had never seen me before? Was I willing to take that chance?

"Bas?" he tried to get a reaction from me when I continued to stand silent and motionless against the railing.

"Can you give me until tomorrow night to think things over?" I asked, biding my time.

He sighed deeply.

"If that's what you want," he said, "I don't want you to accuse me of sexual harassment."

After a brief silence, he said, "Let's listen to some music," taking out his phone and ear pieces from his pocket.

He tapped a few times on the screen of his phone and then plugged in the earpiece, handing one end of it to me and putting the other end into his ear.

I recognized the beginning of the song right away. It was "Boy With Luv" by BTS. I was familiar with the lyrics because I listened to it often.

Why did he choose this song? Was he trying to tell me something through this song?

I listened carefully to the lyrics as if I was listening to the song for the very first time.

By the time the song ended, I had made up my mind.

I took hold of his hand.

"Let's go," I said, my voice almost a whisper.

He turned fully to face me.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with moisture, his face full of emotion and gratitude.

I nodded, pulling him towards the door and into the foyer.

I pressed the service button for the elevator because he seemed to be just standing there, frozen, unable to believe what was happening.

When the elevator door opened, I took his hand once more and pulled him inside.

"What floor is your cabin in?" I asked, my finger hovering over the set of buttons on the wall of the elevator.

"Third," he said. I could tell he was breathing heavily.

I was starting to feel nervous. I knew that when a person is breathing heavily, it's because he's holding in some deep emotions.

When we stepped out of the elevator, he held me back before I could take any further steps.

"Bas," he said, hesitating briefly before he continued talking, "are you a virgin?"

I found myself blushing, but I had to tell him the truth.

I hung my head. "No," I replied, my face full of embarrassment.

I could tell that he looked disappointed.

But it wasn't my fault that I had met him only now.

"Are you still in love with that person?" he asked.

"What person?" I asked, looking up at him innocently.

He shook his head slightly and sighed before answering, "The person who took your virginity."

Suddenly the face of that person came flooding through my memory.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

For those who don't know him, he is the Thai member of a Kpop group called Got7. His stage name is BamBam but his Thai name is Kunpimook Bhuwakul.

It was as if it happened only yesterday when actually it had been exactly a year and three months ago.

I had met him when he and his group came to perform in Bangkok. Even if he belonged to a Korean pop boy group, I had no trouble communicating with him because he was a Thai member of the group called Got7. His Thai name was Kunpimook but his stage name was BamBam.

My heart felt the usual sting whenever I thought about him. It had all seemed so real and permanent at that time but it was not meant to be.

As time went by, our communication dwindled into nothing. I remember feeling so lonely and lost even as I was surrounded by a lot of people.

"Bas?" I was startled back to reality by P'Godt's voice.

"I ... no, I'm not in love with him anymore," I replied with conviction.

I felt more than heard him breathe out a sigh of relief.

"Let's go to the pharmacy before it closes," he said, leading me down a corridor.

Close to the end of the corridor was a lighted sign that said 'Pharmacy' in red lighted letters but with white background.

We stepped inside and P'Godt went through a small aisle which offered assorted brands and varieties of lubricants.

My heart started beating in an uneven tempo again.

He picked up a tube and promptly hid his hand behind his back when someone walked into the aisle.

"Gunnapat!"

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

"Who is he?" I whispered to P'Godt.

Just at that moment, another guy walked in and hid behind Gunnapat when he noticed P'Godt's presence.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

"What the hell..." I heard P'Godt saying just after sharply sucking in some air.

Then P'Godt brandished his index finger at the guy who had come in second and was trying to hide behind the first guy.

"Hey, you," said P'God, "don't be a pedophile."

The first guy laughed out loud, and said, "Don't call him that. I'm older than Mark."

"Doesn't look like it," P'Godt grumbled before pushing both of them out of the way and heading towards the cashier.