CHAPTER 24

-7:20 AM, Santa's bedroom-

Finally, it happened. Santa was no longer a virgin. But there wasn't a single shred of regret, because he had given his first time to the love of his life, Perth. Every kiss, every touch, every whisper made it all worth it.

The only problem? Perth didn't stop after the first climax. Somehow, he still had energy left in him; enough to take Santa again and again, more than four times through the night. By the time they finally collapsed, Santa couldn't even feel his lower body anymore. (let us all pray for Santa（〃｀ 3′〃）)

Sunlight crept softly through the curtains, coaxing Santa awake. He blinked against the brightness, lids heavy, before turning his head. There he was, Perth, sleeping soundly, face completely at peace.

'Even in your sleep, you still look so handsome, phi.'

Santa noticed something else. He was dressed in clean pajamas, the sheets were fresh, the room spotless, as though last night's chaos never happened.

"Heh... at least you're responsible enough to clean up after the mess you made," Santa whispered with a small chuckle, careful not to wake his boyfriend.

The clock read 7:28. He thought about snuggling back into Perth's arms but decided instead to make him a special breakfast. Slowly, he swung his legs over the side of the bed-

"Argh-!"

A sharp pain jolted through his back, making him clutch his lower half instinctively. He groaned, glaring at the sleeping culprit.

"It's all your fault, phi! How can you sleep like nothing happened when I can't even sit without dying?" he hissed softly, pinching Perth's nose. Perth's face scrunched adorably, making Santa pause...and then quickly snap a few pictures.

"You should be glad that I love you so much," he whispered proudly.

With shaky legs, he grabbed the small table for support and managed to stumble out of the room. It took him several minutes, but he finally reached the dining table downstairs.

-Pongsapak Dining Table-

Santa exhaled in relief, stretching to grip the table before carefully lowering himself into the chair-

"Wow! Looks like someone had it rough yesterday~"

Santa froze, snapping his head toward the voice.

"J-Jee?!"

There was Stacey, sitting cross-legged with a latte in one hand, pinky raised dramatically.

"W-when did you get back...?" Santa stuttered, panic clear in his voice.

"Mm, about half an hour ago. Don't worry though, I didn't hear anything~" Stacey smirked, taking another sip while raising her eyebrows playfully.

Santa's heart dropped. God, what time did we even finish last night...? He prayed she wasn't around when Perth was at his most insane.

"W-we didn't do anything much, okay? Don't give me that look." He pushed himself up, trying to escape to the kitchen.

"Oh please. Even a blind dog could tell you got eaten alive." Stacey chuckled, eyes dancing with mischief.

Santa froze mid-step, eyes catching his reflection on the glossy cabinet door. His jaw dropped.

Kiss marks. Everywhere. His neck, arms, thighs; completely painted. If he knew Perth had gone this far, he would never have worn shorts downstairs.

"PHI PERTH!!" he shouted toward the bedroom. Stacey burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"AHAHAHAHA! Perth really went feral, huh? Wait-don't tell me you wore the outfits I bought you?"

Santa's whole body stiffened.

Silence.

"...I'll take that as a yes!" Stacey grinned proudly, patting her chest. "See? I told you he'd lose his mind. Wow, I should definitely get paid for this."

"Ugh, Jee! Enough already..." Santa covered his burning face.

"We're definitely shopping again. Next time, Perth will come with us. That way, he can pick what his 'kitty' wears himself."

"Kill me now..." Santa muttered, slumping against the table.

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-8:00 AM-

"...Morning."

Santa jolted as a pair of warm arms wrapped around his waist. Perth's voice was still husky with sleep, his chin resting on Santa's shoulder.

"You're finally up, sleepyhead."

"Mhm. Smells good, Ta," Perth mumbled.

"What smells good? The pancakes or Tata?" Stacey chimed in, sipping her latte with a sly grin.

Santa's cheeks turned even redder. "Jee!"

Perth glanced at her briefly, then nestled back against Santa like she wasn't even there. "Oh, morning, Stace. Didn't notice you."

"Of course you didn't. These days, the only thing you notice is Tata, Tata and Tata," Stacey teased.

Perth only hugged Santa tighter, ignoring her tease. Santa wriggled in protest. "Jee, you're making this worse!"

"Fine, fine, just one last question." Stacey leaned back, eyes sparkling. "Perth, how would you rate Tata's outfits yesterday?"

Without hesitation, Perth replied, "Infinity out of ten. You can't rate perfection. He was already gorgeous, but those outfits? Deadly."

Santa squeaked in protest while Perth smirked, pulling out his phone. "Actually, Stace, send me more outfit ideas. I'll buy them all for Ta-"

"What?! No, phi!" Santa flailed, wriggling furiously. "Stop wasting money on that! I'm not wearing those again!"

"Too late, kitty. I'm already picturing you in them," Perth teased, tightening his hold.

Santa buried his face in his hands while Stacey grinning ear to ear and biting her nail. "Oh, I live for this chaos."

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-9:40 AM, Bangkok University-

The next day, Santa went to school for quick practise on weekend. As usual, he arrived as usual in Perth's sleek black BMW. Before he could get out, he unbuckled his seatbelt, only for Perth to catch his wrist.

"Hm? What is it, phi?"

Perth didn't answer. His gaze locked onto Santa's eyes, burning with intensity, before he leaned in and captured his lips. The kiss was slow at first, but quickly deepened. Santa, startled, tried to push back, but eventually melted into the pace.

By the time he realized, they'd been kissing for almost five minutes. That was when Santa spotted his group mates outside.

"P-phi! Stop!" He shoved at Perth's chest, pinching his waist in frustration until the older groaned.

"Aw! That hurts, Ta!"

"Who told you to kiss me right in front of everyone!?" Santa burst out, cheeks scarlet and lips slightly swollen. He quickly scrambled out of the car, sulking.

"I just wanted to show everyone what's mine," Perth said casually, following him.

Nearby, Joong, Aou, and Pond exchanged knowing looks. Joong smirked. "Looks like you finally did it, Nong."

"Shut up! Just leave me alone and stop talking!" Santa snapped, storming ahead without daring to meet anyone's eyes.

The others raised their brows at Perth, who only smirked, before jogging after Santa toward the practice room.

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-School dance room-

Santa stormed into the practice room, cheeks still pink from the car incident. He threw his bag down and busied himself with stretching, pretending not to notice the knowing smirks from the other members.

"Wow, Nong Santa~," Joong teased, plopping onto the floor. "Your lips look like they've been... worked out harder than your legs."

"Phi Joong!" Santa snapped, glaring at him.

Pond snickered. "Don't act innocent, Nong. We all saw Phi Perth practically eating you alive in the car park."

Santa groaned, covering his face with both hands. "Can you guys not?! I'm trying to stay sane here."

Perth finally strolled in, looking annoyingly calm and put-together, like he hadn't just kissed his boyfriend senseless. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes glued to Santa with a smug smile.

"Don't tease him too much," Perth said smoothly. "I'm still training him to be bolder outside."

That only made the three older boys howl louder.

Santa, flustered beyond belief, finally snapped back. "Fine! you're all so curious, but where are your boyfriends then, huh? Why aren't they here cheering for you instead of bullying me?"

The room went quiet for half a beat before Aou burst out laughing. "Oooo, Nong's got claws today!"

"My jelly will come once he finishes his family outing and we'll go on a date~."

Joong dramatically clutched his chest. "Tch, my baby Dunk would faint if he saw me sweating like this. I'm being careful with his heart."

Pond shrugged. "Phuphu's having his beauty sleep. Guess not all out boyfriends are as free as yours."

Perth smirked, stepping closer to wrap an arm around Santa's waist despite the audience. "Yep, I'm so free that I could stare at Tata's beauty all day." He kissed Santa's temple right there, making the younger freeze in embarrassment as the others groaned and laughed.

"Damn, get a room already!" Joong whined, throwing a towel at them.

Santa buried his face against Perth's chest, half-mortified and half-melting. "Ugh, I hate all of you."...-11:00 PM, Santa's Room-

The past few days had been exhausting for everyone, especially Santa. Between endless dance practices, relentless teasing, and the struggle of balancing school with his love life, the poor boy could barely keep his eyes open. With "JASP.ER" set to compete in their university's upcoming cultural festival in just two weeks, the group had been rehearsing until dawn almost every day. But today, for the first time in what felt like forever, Santa finally got a much-needed day off.

Santa had just put away his phone when his door creaked open. Stacey peeked inside, eyes puffy and swollen. Without a word, she slipped in, sat at the edge of his bed, and clutched the hem of her sleeve like a child.

Santa sat up immediately. "Jee? What's wrong?"

She shook her head, biting her lip, but tears were already pooling. Finally, in the smallest voice, she whispered, "Ta...""I... I saw Bryan yesterday."

Santa tilted his head. "Okay...? And?"

Her voice cracked as she forced the words out. "He... he wasn't alone. There was a girl with him. At a café. They were eating together, laughing, leaning close..."

Santa froze, the words hitting like a hammer. For a moment he couldn't breathe. Then his fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white.

"That bastard. I'm going to-"

"Wait, Ta, no!" Stacey grabbed his wrist in panic. "Please, don't do anything. I... I already love him too much." Her shoulders shook as sobs broke free, the tears she had been holding back spilling fast.

Santa's chest burned. Seeing his sister cry like that tore him apart. He wanted to storm out, find Bryan, and teach him a lesson he'd never forget. But Stacey's trembling hands wouldn't let him. He sighed shakily and pulled her into his arms instead, rocking her gently.

"It's okay, Jee. I'll figure this out. I promise," he whispered, rubbing her back. "You won't cry alone, not while I'm here."

That night, after Stacey finally cried herself to sleep beside him, Santa grabbed his phone and called the only person he knew he could trust with this; Perth.

"Phi," Santa said the moment he picked up, voice low but shaking with anger. "We need to talk. It's about Bryan. I need to know if what Stacey saw was real, or if there's another explanation. Please... help me confirm it."

Perth's voice was calm but laced with steel. "Don't worry, kitty. I'll handle it. No one gets away with hurting Stace. Especially not him."...OK HELLO MY BOOOOOS 😗💖💖💕 I'm finally back with another update 🧎‍♀️ I just came back from my Thailand trip and my working stuff too so finally I was able to continue this story ehehhe 😚

Tbh, I have no current idea on how to further continue this so maybe I'm finishing it in one or two more chapters 😔 I think they have pretty good moments already, don't ya think?

Random update, when I went to take pics at Wat Arun temple for the first time, MY MIANG hipper fell off and I lost it... (cry in broke too) as I was actually waiting for the item for months and I lost it just like that 🥹 Welp I learnt ma lesson to not bring any unsecured merch to busy area anymore 🙏🏻

Anyways I hope you guys still enjoy and follow this story! I have few other ideas coming soon so maybe you can look forward to it too? I'll see how ehehehe ok BYE BOOOOS see you on my next update! 💖😚✨

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