แนน : อ้าวไปไหนอะ

แนน : อ้าวไปไหนอะ

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 1:

Nan: Where are you going?

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 2:

Jiro poured himself a cup of coffee and used the last of the cream and milk in the kitchen. He stirred his coffee and let his thoughts wander again as he waited for his drink to cool, worrying the bottom of his lip between his teeth. He could approach the topic about his brother as a threat, letting Jyuto know that if he didn’t get to call Ichiro then his big brother would storm Yokohama. But, wait, that would imply Jiro needed his brother’s help. No, maybe he should tell Jyuto that since this was between Jyuto and him then he was going to call his brother off. Or he could head outside to a pay phone once he made it clear to Jyuto that he wasn’t running—but he didn’t have money. Dammit. Finally, Jiro decided that he’d just ask Jyuto directly and go from there.

It was when he sipped at his coffee, which was lukewarm by now, and scrunched his nose at its still too bitter taste that he heard the bedroom door open behind him. Jiro stiffened reflexively for a moment but then he forced his muscles to unclench, assuming a relaxed stance as he turned around with his cup in hand.

But the sight that greeted Jiro made him, for the second time that day, blink and just stare.

He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but certainly not the bleary-eyed Jyuto that was in the door frame. If he had thought Jyuto was undressed last night with his jacket off and sleeves rolled up, then this Jyuto would have to be considered naked. Not that he actually was though. Barely. Jyuto had on low-slung sweatpants and nothing else.

Jiro tightened his grip around his cup in preparation for anything when Jyuto started walking straight towards him. To throw it probably if the dirty cop wanted to pick a fight at dawn. But he also couldn’t help but take in the other man.

He had seen Jyuto with his hair down and without glasses last night; however, there hadn’t been time to process that what with everything else that happened. This time though Jiro noticed, absurdly, that the glasses Jyuto wore actually softened the other man’s features and without them the masculine edge to his jaw stood out clearly, along with his straight nose and solid cheekbones. Coupled with the disheveled hair that curled against Jyuto’s forehead and the glimpses of the tattoo along the muscles of his bare shoulders Jyuto looked even more...

Jiro swallowed with a mouth that was suddenly dry. Was it just his imagination or did Jyuto seem more threatening like this than he did in a full suit? Jiro didn’t have time to consider in what way Jyuto was more threatening though because, at that point, the other man reached him.

He tilted his head slightly to look up at Jyuto and cursed inwardly when he realized he lost some of his height by leaning back against the counter to act relaxed. Jiro was in the middle of straightening his back to rudely ask what the cop wanted when he was picked up and placed to the side without warning

ผลลัพธ์ (อังกฤษ) 3:

What? What?