All Chapters of My Bestie's Ex : Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

Back in the present, Yut exhaled slowly.The apple remained untouched.His eyes returned to Pat.The sleeping man looked younger somehow.Less guarded.Less defensive.Less angry at the world.Yut carefully placed the knife down.Then moved closer.For a long moment, he simply sat there.Watching.Thinking.Feeling.Eventually, he reached out.His fingers lightly brushed against Pat's cheek.Warm.Soft.Real.His hand lingered.Then gently slid into Pat's.Holding it between both of his own.Carefully.Protectively.As though afraid he might break.Yut lowered his eyes."Let me in, Pat."His voice was barely above a whisper."I promise to take care of you."The words disappeared into the quiet room.Then suddenly,The door burst open."Tee!"Yut immediately stood.Tee rushed inside.His expression fell the moment he saw the hospital bed.The IV line.The monitor.The sleeping figure."Pat... Pat."His voice cracked slightly.He hurried to the bedside and touched Pat's forehead.Relief

The lounge was quieter than it had been a few nights ago.Not because there were fewer people.If anything, the place was alive with soft conversations, clinking glasses, laughter, and the mellow rhythm of live jazz drifting through the dimly lit room.But tonight, Tee felt quieter.Less broken.Not healed.Just... less broken.He sat alone at the far end of the bar counter, dressed casually in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms and dark jeans. A half-finished shot glass rested between his fingers as he stared absentmindedly at the amber liquid inside.The bartender placed another shot in front of him.Tee nodded his thanks before downing it smoothly.The burn traveled down his throat.It was familiar now.Comforting in the worst possible way.Around him, life continued.A couple at a nearby table shared a dessert, feeding each other while laughing over something only they understood.Another pair sat shoulder-to-shoulder in a booth, fingers intertwined beneath the

Pat practically rushed into his condominium the moment he got home from work.The door had barely clicked shut behind him before he was already rolling up his sleeves.The living room.The kitchen.The dining counter.Even the decorative shelves that he normally ignored.Everything suddenly looked messy.Or perhaps,Pat was simply nervous.He grabbed a cleaning cloth and started wiping every surface he could find.The cushions on the couch were rearranged three separate times.The magazines on the coffee table were stacked neatly.Then restacked.Then rearranged again.The kitchen counters were cleaned spotless.The refrigerator door was polished.The sink was scrubbed until it gleamed beneath the warm lighting.By the time he finally stepped back to admire the result, the entire condominium looked like a showroom unit.Perfect.Neat.Welcoming.Pat folded his arms and nodded in satisfaction.Then immediately spotted a cushion sitting slightly crooked."Tch."He fixed it.Only then di