"FREEDOM!!" Arching his back, standing on the shore, Type screamed his heart out as the sea foam massaged his feet.

Coming back home was always a great feeling. But today, it was even more special.

He finally graduated!!

Scoring his medical degree, finally his days of studying like a slave were over. Atlest for the time being.
Still worth celebrating.

He had a month till his new internship started, a month to go for staring a new chapter in his life if you ask him.

He stood there, stretching his arms as he inhaled deeply.

Oh, how much he missed this oceanic salty aroma.

He grew up surrounded by it, and can't imagine his life without getting proper refils of it.

Like, he needs to jump around in the beach sand to get back into the living world.

The months he spend in the medical college were exceptionally tire some and dear gods he could use some good surfing around to get him recharged again.

"You came back from medical college or mental asylum!?" Type turned around to see his father doing his daily dose of childish acts.

To return the sass Type putted a hand under his chin, pretending he was thinking something. "I mean, mental unstability has a genetic component to it so.... Perhaps." As soon as he saw his father's eye clench in anger Type quickly busted into laughter.

"Oh my Gosh dad! Haha- chill out. You look like you are going to kill me." Type clenched his tummy as he laughed his heart out.

"Asshole!" His dad reacted back to his comment but that just fuled his laughter to its max.

He missed this.

He missed the beaches, the way sea calmed his mind and the way salty air hit his face.

He remembers playing football by the bay with his friends, he remembers sneaking at night with his pals to make a Bon fire and sing like they were pirates under rum's effect.

Even though like any normal kid he has his fair share of stress and downs within those neuronial codes. But the happy and carefreeness he had as a child pays for it all.

He cherishes his childhood and wouldn't trade it for the world.

And oh hell! did he miss all his favorite spots here, during his college time. The only thing keeping him sane was football and company of another friend from highschool, Techno.

Him and Ai'No shared there ragging in the first year and ragged together in the senior times. Even though college was stress full as hell and got him heavily down at times as he missed his home, he appreciates all the time he spent there.

He knew there was more to come, with this up coming internship but that could wait . Right now he wanted to live that kid life again!

Kicking the foam under his feet he heard his dad speak again, "How long do you plan on standing there! Your mom has specially made yellow curry just for you! Come up and eat it before I throw it down the drain!" Even though he knew it was a hollow threat, he couldn't help but feel his eyes go wide in panic as he picked his bag besides him and made a run towards the dinning hall back at home.

"Ai'Type! Bastard! don't run so fast!" His father screamed behind him following his suit.

Being the footballer he is, within a few blinks he was near the dinning hall.

Standing at the gate looking inside with the anticipation of a kid asking permission to enter the class, he saw his mother arranging the cutlery set.

He saw as his mother placed the big bowl of curry at the middle of the table and called,
"MAA! I am home!"

She stopped all the work she was doing just to lift her head and turn to see the source of this voice she longed to hear for so many months.

"Awh, Type you are back." She let out a content sigh as she raised her arms to offer an hug, and the hug she received.

The embrace was warm, soft and the love of a mother has for her child totally displayed in it.

But everything can't be perfect can it? Type smelled like shit.

Grossed the way his hair was sticky due the humid environment, small grains of beach sand left a trail everywhere his feet touched. And the smell, oh dam the smell.

Giving him a head smack she retreated her hands from around him. "Did you forgot how does one take a bath back at hostel! You smell disgusting, go back to your room and take a shower!" Type whined in pain and embarrassment as he turned around to visit his childhood room to take a quick shower.

Just as he was by the gate he saw his father coming in, huffing and puffing. "Who gave you the permission to run around!" His father raised his voice as he grabbed Type's collar.

"Leave him be! He is going to take a shower!" His mother revolted in return, "And who told you it was a good idea to send him away from home!? He even forgot basic human hygiene!"

"MOM! It was a long trip back here!" Type tried protect his pride but he was already long forgotten. His parents ranted back and forth not acknowledging their long return son in the middle of all this.

He just signed heavliy and went back to his room like a little confused kid.

Even though his mother ordered him to take a bath quickly he still took his sweet time to look around the place and re live some certain memories.

He felt like an old man living through nostalgia. But it's not like this ‘Old man’ was complaining.

Trip to Memory Lane shortend his journey towards his room. Standing in front of it, he rubbed his hands against the smooth wooden gate before reaching the door nob.
Turning it, he lightly pushed the door inside.

His eyes widened as a new wave of nostalgia hit him, if that was even possible.

Slowly stepping inside, his eyes scanned the whole place. It's was obviously just how he left it. Always has been.

Though it was the exact same as he left, everything changes with time. His room did too, it was a lot cleaner than he has ever seen it before. (A change that was no way gonna last long.)

He had to resist the temptation to just jump all over the mattress till his heart desired but, bath first! Or his mom would kill him....

Striping out of clothes piece by piece, Type picks up a towel, which was loosely hanging in his closet and steps inside the bathroom.

Turning the shower on, he waits for bit. Only letting his hands gaze the cold water. Soon enough, he himself enters the streams of cold water.

A shiver runs down his spine as his body tries to adjust with the cold droplets. Picking up a bath sponge, applying the shower gel to it he rubbs his body throughly, rinsing it to only apply it back.
Type repeats the process till he feels satisfied and his body oder presentable.

Closing the shower off, Type picks up his towel and rubbs himself dry.
Wrapping his wet hair with it and turns around to look for a moisturizer.

As soon as he founds one, he applies decent amount of it before finally being done with the cleaning.

Retreating back the towel around his head, he tightenes it around his waist.
Opening the bathroom door, shivering yet again because of the different form of atmosphere than what was inside, Type shivers.

Ignoring it, he makes a little run ending it with a little slide towards his closet as he yeets different clothes insides till he finds something he feels like getting into.

Not debating on it much, he picked up any random sweatpant and shirt.

Getting all dressed up, Type did a cute little spin on his heels as he turned to check himself out in the mirror.

Giving himself a satisfying nod and a pat on his back, he decided it was time to make a run to the dinning hall yet once again.

Reaching there he saw his mother already serving his dad. The spicy  aroma filled the room watering his mouth.

It's been months since he had yellow curry made by his mother's hand and he can't wait to spend rest of this month eating all the spicy delicacys his mother magically makes.

"Ya finally back son! Took ya long enough! I was going eat your share too if you wasted even a minute more." Even though the words were playfully, his childish father's rude tone never seemed to leave his tongue.
And as it was a regular thing in the Thaiwat household, slap by the mother on the rude speaker's shoulders didn't effect him as much as it should have to any other human.

"Just be greatfull that I am back! Who knows, what you would do if I actually ran away straight from the bathroom window." Trying to answer back with sass (even though the words didn't make any sense) he took his place at the dinning table and began serving himself.

Of course, not liking the manner his son just replied him with, Type's father gave him a laser look. Unfortunately to him, it was completely ignored as Type's whole main focus was on the food in his plate.

And it's not like that he actually needed to give his father a reply with his eyes. He knew that his mother was doing a very good job in the glare game for him.

Getting done with the plating, Type's mom finally took her own place in the dinning table, separating food for herself to eat.

Rest of the dinner went quite peaceful  for a household like Thaiwat. There were only casually exchange of words, that too only being out from Type's mouth as he compared the different scenarios back in the college canteen to here at this dinning table.

Being mostly done with his food, Type was about to leave when he heard a phone ring off.

"How many times do I have to tell you to keep your phone silent while sitting with family members!" Mother of this household screamed at the father, which was absolutely ignored as he picked up the phone call.

"You are still left with your food! Don't talk when-"
"Hello Sir, good evening, how may I help you?"

After a few words exchanged in the phone call, Type's mother got the massage and just stopped saying rants all together.

During the whole call Type just stared at his father as he noticed the expression on the old man got more and more tensed as the call progressed.

"Why is the inspector coming today? All the work has been going real smooth!" After those words were let out from the Father's mouth, he left the table to talk in peace while Type and his mother exchanged uncomfortable glances.

'The inspector is coming tonight?'

Ever since Type was in his early teen years they had quite a lot of inspector visits.

Now it was nothing out the ordinary for a resort like theirs to get regular quality/health inspections. But the odd thing here was how frequent these inspections were.

Any schoolmate Type knew who had a family business with hotel line or resorts like his own never had these many inspections.

If he remembers correctly, they have inspections like every other month.

Even though it feels odd he doesn't think he has a right to question it as when those happen he is always out of the house, away from the resort.
In some other corner of this city with his friend Kohm.

Kohm is one of the few sane people in this world and Type is grateful that he is friends with the guy since elementary.

Dude is like a pillar of sanity he needs in every down moment of his life. And not just down, the Ups and cheerful memories are incomplete if they doesn't involve his childhood best friend.

Just in the thought of how he should contact Kohm today, or if he even would be free to pay him a visit. His Father comes back with clear stress lines forming on his forehead.

"Honey are you alright-"
"Type go to your room. I just called Kohm, he will be here soon. you and him can hangout all you want tonight.

The inspection wouldn't take too long so don't pass the deadline and come back home safely. As for the rest of this day..... Just roam around the city with Kohm. Catch up with your old pals and stuff. Am I clear?"

Conversation initiator being totally ignored, His dad gave Type a few instructions which he already knew by heart at this point.

Knowing that his father was obviously in distress, he just gave a nod with an agreeing ‘Hmm’ and went on his was towards his room.

T

his time on his way back to his room he thought about all the places he could re visit with his friend. Also on the bus ride back to here, Type saw posters of some sort of big rave party that was going to happen tonight. So he was really excited about that.

While having dinner back at the family table he was thinking about how to convince his father to allow him to attend the rave. Now that he was free to roam anywhere but the resort, there was no need to ask for permission. He could go to the Rave with Kohm without any consequences.

'Maybe this sudden inspection was a good thing after all.'

Being lost in his thoughts all the way to his room, once again Type didn't notice when he reached the wooden door to his most childhood memories.

Kicking it open-

"HOLY FUCK DUDE!"

'Kohm?' He just heard his friend's voice. His eyes quickly moved to see where this asshole was.

His quick search stopped as soon as it started, he saw his asshole of a best friend eating the biscuits he saved over the trip.

Type was standing there with a angered look in his eyes while Kohm was sitting there, his mouth filled with biscuits.

"Yo," came a muffled voice, that just flaired Type's anger even more.

He took furious steps towards him and smacked him in head. "Bastard!"

Poor Kohm rubbed his head trying to lessen the buring effect slap left on him.

Swallowing down the biscuits, Kohm looked up to him.

Still giving himself comforting pats he said, "Great to see you too."

"ASSHOLE! How did you enter my room!?" Still not giving up on the angered look, Type ragged.

Kohm pointed at a very big open window in the room, "From the window...duh." He shrugged it off like it was the most normal thing in this world.

If you saw closely, you could see the clear fumes coming out Type's head.

Unfortunately for Mr. Thiwat, committing murder was a legal offence, so all he could was facepalm at his besties childish antics.

'I can't believe I grew among a bunch of toddlers. First my dad now him.'

Kohm saw his friend losing himself in his thoughts. A very common trait of Type Thiwat.

Kohm Z-snaped infront of him to get him out of Thomas thought train.

"Earth to Type!"
"Common decency to Kohm!"

Type quickly sassed as he got irritated of the snaps his friend was making around his face.

"I did not leave my fiance back at home just to get sass attacked by you." Just because he knew how irritated Type was, Kohm snapped again

"Did you leave your brain cells back at home as well with your fiance!?" Making a good use of the sass creativity he was getting all of a sudden, Type comented on his friend's recent excuse.

"Hey! No need to be rude man~" Kohm pouted.

"Well then there was no need to break into my house." Type continued the pout competition.

"Well.... I actually did." Type gave him a confused face. "Huh?"

"You see, as soon as I got a call from your father, his voice was..... Mmn, how do I say this? Ah! Eager. He was quite insisting on the fact that I should rush my ass here to get you away from the resort.

Seemed weird to me but I didn't question it, 'cause you know-  we were finally meeting after such a long time.

So I Dashi run run run-ed my ass here.

On the main entrance I saw a lot of black cars, you know- The cars owned by that Inspector so I figured out that I need to make my grand entrance from some where else. Thus, the window." Completing his speech, Kohm clapped as if he was giving himself a standing ovation.

Listening to his explanation Type 'hmm-ed' the whole time, "Wait.... The inspector is here already!?"

"Mmm-hum" Kohm nodded.

"Wait again. How is that even possible? Like, my father literally just attended the call from them. They came this quick?" Type pondered over this.

"Guess, they just came on a short notice." Kohm just shrugged it off. "Come on man!" Now whining, "We have a rave to look forward for. Don't let your serious mood ruin my plans for the night." And then he pouted.

"R00d" Was how Type replied and turned around to left the room.

Reaching the door he realised his friend wasn't following him back. "What? Don't you wanna go to this rave any more?" Type questioned. Kind of irritated, kind of confused.

"We are not leaving through the main gate. Inspector is already here." Kohm said it with serious eyes that Type didn't expect in the atmosphere they were just in right now.

"What ya mean?" Tilting his head, Type questioned like a curious puppy.

Khom grabbed Type's hand and slowly dragged him towards the other side of the room.

"Khom what are you doingggggg- AHHHHH!"

Too late, as his bestie just took a leap of faith out of the window. Kohm's hand forced around his waist, Forcing Type in this little stunt.

They were lucky that the room was literally over the beach and sand is a dense bitch.

Cause jumping from the first floor would definitely have at least sprained their ankles.

Covering their heads mid fall and bring their legs close to their chest. Making themselves as prepared for the fall they could in such a short period of time.

In matter of seconds their assess were graced by the soft beach sand and their were rolling all over. Sand almost got into Type's mouth.

Well maybe it just did.

“KHOM!!!”

Was natural the first word that came out of his mouth as soon as he recovered from the fall shock and stod up on his feet. Barley might I add.

“Fuck off! you enjoyed it.” Khom teased his tongue out and shrugged at Type.

Showing his classic angry frown face Type ran after Kohm to beat the shit out of him.

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Sup so... I just realised this chapter is incomplete. I am still posting it out.

Like I did try to put my everything into it when I was working on it, not my fault that I ran out of motivation or just the whole fucking industry shipping system is fucked and fucked us over.

Anygays, just because these stories are incomplete does not mean they are prompts free to use.

I don't want my work posted or continued anywhere else. Thank you ✨💜