"He mentioned something about a wrap party with some of the crew," a makeup artist offered casually as she packed her brushes.

Butterjin's brow furrowed. Ohm wasn't usually one for big parties, especially not without him. A prickle of worry danced along his spine.

Meanwhile, across town, the wrap party was in full swing. The music was loud, the atmosphere boisterous, and drinks were flowing freely. Ohmakin, feeling a strange mix of loneliness and a desire to connect with his colleagues, found himself accepting a drink from someone he vaguely recognized. He took a few sips, and a strange dizziness washed over him. The room began to spin, and a heavy lethargy crept into his limbs. He tried to focus, but the faces around him blurred, their voices becoming distorted. Panic flickered in his chest as he realized something was terribly wrong. He had been drugged.

His last coherent thought was of butter, a desperate plea for him, before darkness claimed him.

Back in his hotel room, hours later, butter couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. He tried calling Phii Ohm, but his calls went unanswered. A knot of anxiety tightened in his stomach. He scrolled through social media, hoping to catch a glimpse of Phii Ohm at the party, but there was nothing. The silence was deafening.

Driven by a growing sense of dread, Butterjin called one of the assistant directors he knew was at the party. The voice on the other end was slurred and indistinct, but butter managed to piece together fragments of information – Ohm had been there, he hadn't looked well, and someone had helped him to a quieter room.

That was all butter needed to hear. Ignoring the early hour and the long drive ahead for his commercial shoot, he grabbed his keys and rushed out of the hotel. The drive was a blur of anxious thoughts and unanswered prayers. He pushed his car to its limit, the image of Phii Ohm being vulnerable and alone fueling his urgency.

He arrived at the location of the wrap party – now eerily silent and mostly deserted – just as the first rays of dawn painted the sky. He found the assistant director still blearily making his way out.

"Phii Ohm?" Butter asked, his voice tight with apprehension. "Where is he?"

The assistant director vaguely gestured towards a back room. Butterjin's heart pounded in his chest as he followed the direction, his steps quickening with each passing moment.

He reached the room and pushed the door open. The scene that greeted him sent a wave of relief mixed with a surge of protective anger washing over him. Ohmakin was lying on a small couch, his breathing shallow but steady. He was still fully clothed, though his shirt was slightly askew. There was no one else in the room.

Butter rushed to his side, remembering Phii Ohm had been in this situation before. kneeling beside the couch. "Phii! Phii Ohm, Phii Ohm, okay Sha mai? can you hear me?"

Ohm stirred slightly, his eyelids fluttering open. His eyes were unfocused and glazed. "Tee-rak…?" he mumbled, his voice thick with confusion.

Relief washed over butter in a powerful wave, so potent it almost buckled his knees. He gently stroked Phii Ohm's hair. "I'm here, teerak (darling). I'm here."

For my blue dream readers 

The mystery remained: who had drugged Ohm-Akin and what were their intentions? Had Ohm been assaulted while incapacitated, or had Butter-Jin arrived just in time to prevent something worse? The truth lay hidden in the haze of the previous night, waiting to be uncovered.

Please what are your thoughts? 

What are Butter's immediate actions? Does he try to wake Ohm fully or does he call for help? And what are his thoughts and emotions in this moment of finding Phii Ohm vulnerable? This was inspired by Topform the series. More like a season two though the season q on YouTube hasn't ended 😊