Chapter 1
Becky lay sprawled across Freen’s bed, one arm lazily draped over her stomach as she stared at the ceiling. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting golden hues on Freen’s face. It was quiet, except for the steady hum of the air conditioner and the distant sound of Bangkok traffic from outside. It had been a long day of work, filled with back-to-back schedules and public appearances, and now, finally, they had time to just be with each other.
Freen sat beside her, legs tucked beneath her, fiddling with the hem of her oversized hoodie—one of the many Becky had stolen over time. Her brows were furrowed, lips pressed together as she tried to find the right words to say, though Becky already knew what was coming.
“So,” Becky started, voice soft, testing the waters.
Freen sighed, still not looking at her. “So.”
Becky rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow. “You’re sulking.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
Freen finally turned to face her, eyes dark and serious. “I just don’t like it.”
Becky swallowed. She had expected this reaction, but it didn’t make it any easier. “I know.”
Two months. It wasn’t forever. But for Freen, who had built a life around seeing Becky almost every day, it was going to feel like losing a part of herself.
Freen exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “I know you have to go. And I know you’ll be back. But I’ll miss you, Becbec.”
Becky’s heart squeezed at the honesty in her voice. She pulled Freen into a tight embrace, her fingers grazing the edge of Freen’s hoodie and brushing the warm skin beneath, sending a shiver through Freen that she couldn’t hide. Becky pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “I’ll miss you too, babe.”
Freen huffed, burying her face into Becky’s neck, her arms winding around Becky’s waist, her breath warm against Becky’s skin. “I have our friends, my schedule, I’ll be busy… but it won’t be the same.”
Becky shifted, pulling back just enough to look into Freen’s eyes. “I’m telling you first before I talk to Saint about the arrangements. I wanted you and us to be ready for this before anyone else.”
Freen blinked, lips parting slightly in surprise even though she knew her place in Becky's life , her expression softened , even if the sulkiness didn’t entirely disappear. “You really do love me, huh?”
Becky smiled, lifting a hand to cup Freen’s cheek, her thumb tracing lazily along her jawline. “I send you long paragraphs whenever we’re apart, don’t I?”
Freen smirked. “Yeah, you do. The last time you were away for three days, I had to scroll through novels filled with emojis every night.”
“And you loved it,” Becky teased, her fingers slipping under the hem of Freen’s hoodie to trace faint patterns on her lower back, earning a soft hitch in Freen’s breath.
Freen pouted. “Maybe.”
“I’ll video call you every day. Send you updates, pictures of everything. It’ll feel like I’m right there with you.” Becky leaned in, her lips brushing Freen’s ear as she whispered, “I’ll make it up to you so good, you’ll forget I was ever gone.” She pulled back with a sly grin, watching Freen’s cheeks flush.
Freen grumbled, squeezing Becky tighter. “That’s not how missing someone works.”
Becky grinned, shifting closer until she could nudge Freen’s nose with hers. “Then I’ll just have to keep you distracted.”
Freen huffed but leaned into her anyway, her hands sliding up Becky’s sides, fingers pressing into her hips. “You think you’re so charming.”
“I know I am.” Becky kissed her again, slower this time, pouring reassurance into the way their lips met, her hand resting against Freen’s waist, feeling the heat of her skin through the fabric. When she pulled back, Freen was still frowning slightly, eyes searching Becky’s face.
“I hate being away from you,” Freen admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I know how much it is important for you and that it’s not forever, but I just… I hate it.”
Becky kissed her again, firmer this time, tilting Freen’s chin up, her fingers lingering there, brushing the soft skin just beneath her ear. “I know, babe. But I’m yours.”
Freen let out a deep breath, resting her forehead against Becky’s. “Damn right, you’re mine.”
Becky giggled at the possessiveness in her voice, but the way Freen’s grip tightened on her waist sent warmth flooding through her.
“You better send those long paragraphs. And don’t forget our nightly calls. And voice messages in the middle of the day, And—”
Becky cut her off with a smirk. “Freen, are you making demands?”
Freen scowled. “I’m reminding you.”
Becky giggled, leaning in close again, her lips grazing Freen’s earlobe as she murmured, “You’re so cute when you’re clingy.”
“I’m not clingy,” Freen argued, but her hands slid up Becky’s back, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed flush together.
Becky grinned, her fingers trailing up Freen’s spine, enjoying the way she shivered. “Sure, babe.”
Freen huffed but leaned in, pressing kisses along Becky’s jaw, down her neck, her lips lingering just long enough to make Becky’s breath catch. “You’re still making it up to me before you go.”
Becky melted, tilting her head to give Freen better access. “I plan on it.”
Freen smirked, looking smug. “Good.”
Becky rolled her eyes but kissed her again, deeper this time, her hands sliding under Freen’s hoodie to rest against her bare waist, savoring the warmth and the way Freen’s breath stuttered against her lips. They pulled each other closer until there was no space left between them.
After a while, when their kisses turned languid and lazy, Freen murmured, “You’re my best friend, you know that?”
Becky froze for a second before pulling back slightly, arching an eyebrow. “Did you just call me your best friend?”
Freen blinked. “What?”
“You did,” Becky accused, pulling back just enough to look at her with mock offense. “Best friends don’t eat each other out, Freen.”
Freen choked on air, her face turning red. “Becccccc!”
Becky grinned mischievously, her fingers drifting along Freen’s collarbone, dipping just beneath the hoodie’s neckline. “What? I’m just saying. Do you need a reminder of what we do?”
Freen groaned, then suddenly perked up, narrowing her eyes. “Oh? But you called me sis, and I can’t even call you my best friend?”
Becky gasped dramatically, smacking Freen’s arm. “Babe ka, things were not very smooth back then! I can’t believe you’re bringing that up now.”
Freen smirked. “I’m just saying. The fandom makes a joke out of it now, especially with that award, but I still have emotional damage.”
Becky giggled, shaking her head. “Okay, fine. That was a mistake, I admit. But best friends or sisters definitely don’t do the things we do.”
Freen grinned, pleased with herself. “Damn right.”
Becky then asked “where is that award anyways I know you didn't take it home, I didn’t see it in our office and not even at your home”
Freen smiling sheepishly said “well let’s just say I took care of it” (she threw it in the dumpster)
Becky laughed knowingly, pressing kisses into Freen’s hair. “I love you.”
Freen mumbled something unintelligible, but the way she pulled Becky impossibly closer told her everything she needed to know.
They stayed wrapped up in each other, exchanging kisses and whispered reassurances, until exhaustion finally caught up with them.
Becky broke the silence with a whisper. “When I get back, let’s take a trip together. Just us. Somewhere quiet.”
Freen hummed in approval, half-asleep. “As long as I get you all to myself.”
Becky replied “You always do.”
Freen sighed happily, murmuring sleepily, “Love you more.”
For now, that was enough.