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It may contain graphic violence, sexual activity or strong language.

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Disclaimer: the story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious and for entertainment purposes only.

You know what I want, but you can't give it to me.

In case you forgot, you and I are both men.

You called me, P' Teng?

I'll never agree to surgery even if you doctors say I should.

I won't take risks.

I'll receive physical therapy and take medicine, but no surgery.

And I must be able to play basketball again.

Here's the thing, sir. Surgery is not scary at all.

In your case, it will be arthroscopic surgery.

Small wounds and fast recovery. It'll be even more effective...

...if you receive physical therapy afterwards.

Can you guarantee that my knee will be the same if I have the surgery?

Sir, receiving the surgery is better than not receiving it.

Because if you decide against it, your torn ligament might not be the same.

Most importantly, you might not be able to jump again.

Don't persuade me.

Those doctors couldn't even convince me.

So why would I yield now?

I'm here to heal my knee with physical therapy.

And you've only got to do your job!

Okay, if that's your decision.

You called me, P' Teng?

Like I've informed you, I will be your physical therapist.

And this is Mr. Thiwat, a sports medicine doctor...

...who will take care of your physical condition.

You can call me Type.

A sports medicine doctor performs physical examinations...

- ...and devolops exercise programs... - I don't wanna know...

...what a sports medicine doctor is.

What I wanna know is when I'll be able to play basketball again.

But in your case, if you receive both surgery and physical therapy...

I said I don't want a surgery! Are you people dense?

No matter how much you convince me, I won't change my mind.

Can you guarantee that I can play basketball again if I have the surgery?

Even if refusing surgery would lead to osteoarthritis and disability?

Type!

Then so be it.

I don't care what will happen to me in the future.

But I must be able to play basketball.

I'm the team captain.

Another match is coming soon and I'm not gonna miss it.

I've got to win for my team.

Well, here's the thing.

Doing physical therapy requires quite some time.

It will cause long-term damage if done hastily.

Are you dense?

I told you I don't care what will happen in the future.

But I must be able to play basketball!

Don't you get it?

You rotten punk.

When is your next match?

In a month and a half.

Do whatever you can to make me play basketball again.

Can you do it?

Let's give it a shot, shall we?

What's with kids these days? That rotten punk and his choosy attitude.

Reconnecting a torn ACL in a month and a half? Is he crazy?

Who could do it? Does he think we're miracle workers?

This isn't jigsaw pieces we're talking about.

Calm down, P' Teng.

How could I calm down when he argued nonstop?

You too, Type. How could you tell him that?

He'll never be able to recover in a month and a half.

With his good looks and nice body, it's a pity he has nasty behavior.

- Charming looks, but annoying behavior? - Yeah, I just wanna kick...

Are you crazy?

I'm never going to kick a patient no matter how annoyed I am.

I'm so angry just talking about it.

It's not that I'm not upset, but I feel for the kid.

He's just scared.

Did you take the wrong medicine this morning?

What are talking about?

That's supposed to be my question.

Your boiling point is usually low, but you're acting like a saint today.

Or do you fancy that kid?

Actually, he's kinda my type too.

Young. Handsome. Athletic. Crunchy firm.

He's a man, not crispy pork. How's he crunchy?

And I don't fancy that kid.

Actually, I really wanted to knock his head.

But he's a patient. It's our job to help him.

You're right.

He's pitiful.

Besides, he's like me when I was young.

Really?

What were you like? Unruly? What? Tell me. What were you like?

It's nothing. Let's get back to work. Someone's been keeping tabs on us.

Come on, tell me. Don't leave me hanging.

You were unruly, right? Right? Right? Right?

Fiat, give me the ball.

P' Rick.

Is P' Fiat really okay?

Does he look okay to you?

Don't know if anyone can handle him till Leo returns at the end of the month.

So why didn't P' Fiat join the camp with P' Leo in Italy?

They're practically conjoined twins.

I've heard his parents didn't allow him to go.

Just between you and me.

When Fiat was young, he ran away from home to get on his dad's nerves.

After that time, he's allowed to go as far as Leo's house.

Don't tell anyone.

Fiat doesn't think much of it.

But if Leo finds out you tease Fiat about it, he's gonna kill you.

P' Leo is so scary. Who would dare to provoke him?

But I'm kinda worried about P' Fiat.

P' Leo is away, and now his knee is injured.

I know. Shouldn't Leo be returning as soon as he found out about this?

But whatever. Right now, worry about yourself first.

Go practice. Go!

- Me? - Yeah!

- Go. - Okay.

Going to bed already?

- I can go work outside if you want. - It's okay. Stay here.

I can sleep.

Type.

Do you remember...

...what day it is tomorrow?

What day is it?

Oh, I remember.

I remember.

Not working anymore?

I can still do it tomorrow.

You'd better sleep now.

And stop thinking about whatever the fuck is in your head.

I...

...can't stop thinking.

Tharn.

- I told you... - Because in my head...

...there's only you, Type.

I can't stop thinking about you.

Smiling like this.

Are you embarrassed?

What are you talking about?

Embarrassed?

- I'm not embarrassed. - Right?

I'm not.

Man up, Khun.

It's been seven years.

Here I go.

Hello, Champ. This is Khun.

Why am I introducing myself?

Champ knows who I am.

Hi there, Champ. How are you?

Bad idea.

Let's rewrite. Not good enough.

Do you have some free time, Champ?

I sound like a pyramid scheme recruiter.

What do I do?

I can't.

I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't.

Or...

Are you free, Champ? I've found a good restaurant. Let's have a meal.

Am I too blunt?

Too blunt. Better delete it.

Delete. Delete. I should...

Okay.

Really?

Yes!