The weight of Ohm's words settled heavily in the room. Butter nodded slowly, his gaze unwavering on Ohm's face. He understood the need for space, the feeling of one's body and mind being violated, even if the full extent of it was still unknown.

He gently stroked Ohm's hand again. "Mai pen rai na, tee rak (It's okay, darling). I'm here for you. Whatever you need."

A silence fell between them, thick with unspoken anxieties. Butter desperately wanted to know what had happened, to understand the shift in Phii Ohm, but he knew pushing would only cause more distress. He decided to offer comfort first, to rebuild the sense of safety that had been shattered.

He got up and fetched a warm towel, gently dabbing ohm's forehead. "Phak phon hai sabai sabai na (Rest and be comfortable)." He then brought a glass of water, holding it to Phii Ohm's lips. "Duem nam noi na (Drink some water)."

As Phii Ohm took small sips, butter sat beside him again, simply being present. He thought back to Phii Ohm's playful teasing on set, the confident glint in his eyes. The contrast with the current vulnerable state was stark, and a wave of protectiveness washed over him. Whoever had done this would pay, he vowed silently, but his immediate priority was Ohmakin 

Later, as Ohm drifted back to sleep, butter's mind raced. He replayed their interactions from the day, searching for any clue, any hint that Ohm might have felt uneasy or targeted. He remembered Ohm accepting a drink, but couldn't recall who had offered it.

The uncertainty was agonizing. Was Ohm just shaken by the feeling of losing control, or was there a deeper trauma he was yet to reveal? The thought of someone taking advantage of his beloved filled him with a cold fury.

He decided to take action, but carefully. He subtly reached out to a close friend who worked in the film industry, someone discreet and trustworthy. He explained that Ohm had fallen ill at a party and he was concerned. He asked if his friend had heard anything unusual, anything that might shed light on what had happened. He was careful not to reveal too much, protecting Phii Ohm's privacy above all else.

Days turned into a week. Ohmakin remained withdrawn, the playful spark in his eyes dimmed. He was physically recovering, but the emotional scars were taking longer to heal. Butterjin was patient, offering quiet comfort and reassurance. He cooked Phii Ohm's favorite Thai dishes – tom yum goong (spicy shrimp soup) and pad see ew (stir-fried noodles) – hoping to tempt his appetite and lift his spirits.

One evening, as they sat in comfortable silence, butterjin gently broached the subject again. "Khun ok mai dii reu plao muea keun nan? Mii arai keun khao? (Were you not feeling well that night? Did anything happen?)." He kept his tone soft and non-demanding.

Ohm hesitated, his gaze distant. He finally met butter's eyes, and butter saw a flicker of pain within them. "Pom… pom mai nae jai (I… I'm not sure)," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "Pom ruuสึก… mai sabai… lae… ai baang sing bor dai ruuสึก thammada (I felt… unwell… and… some things didn't feel normal)."

Butter's heart ached at ohm's words. The vagueness hinted at a violation, a loss of control that was deeply disturbing. He reached out and took Akin's hands in his, his grip firm and supportive.

"Mai pen rai. Mai tong kid maak na. Pom yuu trong nii gap khun samoe (It's okay. Don't think too much. I'm always here with you)." 

He knew he had to be patient, to let Phii Ohm process what had happened in his own time. But the burning question remained: what exactly had transpired that night, and how would it affect their intimacy, their relationship? The bold, flirtatious Ohm from the set seemed to have retreated, leaving behind someone fragile and uncertain. Butterjin knew he would do whatever it took to help Ohm heal, to bring back the light he loved.