????? Mali Phromwong, a typical middle class girl but with a lot of problems. A girl who liked nature, who liked taking pictures of everything meets a boy who loves to draw. A boy who is definitely thousand times richer then her.
Both having differ...
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The morning air was crisp, but the atmosphere at Shingrila High was anything but calm. The usual murmurs of students filled the courtyard, voices laced with excitement and fear. It didn’t take long to figure out why.
They had arrived.
F4.
Like always, their presence commanded attention. Thyme strolled at the front, exuding arrogance, his signature smirk firmly in place. Kavin and MJ flanked him, both relaxed yet undeniably intimidating in their own ways. And behind them, slightly apart but no less striking, was Ren. He walked with quiet ease, his hands in his pockets, his gaze distant.
Students stepped aside as they passed, creating a path like the sea parting for a storm. Some whispered, others lowered their heads, afraid of drawing attention.
She stood at the edge of the crowd, her fingers tightening around the strap of her camera. Unlike the others, she wasn’t looking away.
Instead, she lifted her camera and clicked.
The lens captured them in a single frame—the power, the detachment, the divide they had created between themselves and the rest of the school. A perfect moment frozen in time.
But as she lowered the camera, she realized too late—
Someone had noticed.
Thyme stopped.
Her breath caught as his gaze flickered in her direction. His smirk widened, amusement flashing in his eyes. He didn’t say anything, but the slight tilt of his head sent a clear message.
He had seen her.
And he wasn’t going to forget it.
The moment passed as quickly as it had come. F4 continued walking, and the tension in the air dissolved—at least for everyone else.
She lowered her camera slowly, gripping it tightly.
For the first time, she wasn’t sure if taking that picture had been the right decision.
The bell rang sharply, signaling the end of break. The crowd slowly began to disperse, but the ripple of tension from F4’s arrival lingered in the air. Students filtered into the school, but her mind still lingered on the encounter.
Thyme’s gaze—had he really noticed her?
She shook her head, trying to push away the unease. It wasn’t like she had done anything wrong. She just... clicked a picture.
But the moment his eyes had locked onto hers—there was something unsettling about it.
As she turned to head inside, she caught a glimpse of Thyme out of the corner of her eye, standing with Kavin and MJ at the entrance. His posture was relaxed, but his gaze seemed to be scanning the crowd.
Then, without warning, he locked eyes with her again.
This time, his smirk was wider, more knowing.
Her stomach dropped, and she quickly averted her gaze, her heart hammering.
What if he really thinks I’m some crazy fan?
A part of her wanted to disappear, to fade into the background like she always did. But as her footsteps echoed in the hallway, the memory of his stare lingered, along with an unspoken question—was it just a passing glance? Or was he watching her for another reason?
The day passed in a blur. Her mind kept drifting back to that moment—when Thyme’s eyes had locked onto hers, his smirk never leaving his face. Was it just a casual glance, or something more? She didn’t know. She didn’t want to know.
But the feeling wouldn’t leave her. Every time she walked through the halls or caught a glimpse of him, her pulse quickened. It felt as though he was always just a few steps away, watching her, waiting for something.
By the time the school day ended, she was exhausted, mentally and physically.
She made her way to the exit, her steps slower than usual. The last thing she wanted was to cross paths with F4 again, but as she neared the door, she saw a familiar group of figures near the gates—F4.
Her breath hitched, but she kept her head down, hoping they wouldn’t notice her.
"Hey, you."
Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of Thyme’s voice.
She froze.
Slowly, she lifted her gaze, meeting his eyes for the second time that day. His smirk was still there, but there was something else in his expression—curiosity, maybe.
"What’s with the camera?" he asked, his voice casual but edged with that arrogance she had come to recognize.
Her throat tightened. Why did he have to say something?
She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
Thyme tilted his head slightly, still studying her. "You a fan or something?"
Her face flushed, and she quickly looked away. The last thing she wanted was to be labeled a fangirl. She wasn’t like the others. She had her reasons for taking pictures—reasons he wouldn’t understand.
Thyme chuckled to himself, seemingly entertained by her silence. "I’m not gonna bite."
He was mocking her.
She nodded stiffly, too embarrassed to say anything. It wasn’t like she was going to explain herself to him.
With a slight shrug, he turned to walk away, calling over his shoulder, "You should be careful with that thing. You never know who’s watching."
The words hung in the air as he left, his presence lingering in her mind long after he was gone.
Her hand instinctively reached for the camera again, feeling the weight of it in her palm.
What was I thinking?
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Hi you all! I couldn't help myself but to update this story. I have written upto like 9 chapters and thought let's just post another chapter it won't hurt. So I am posting this chapter and letting you know that I am writing the 10th chapter right now.
