𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎|𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 • 𝙽𝚊𝙼𝚘𝚗

 

Synopsis:

Nanon Korapat Chivaaree, 21, son of business conglomerates who were known throughout Portland. He is the next in line for becoming the Alpha of the biggest werewolf pack in Oregon, the Crystal Blood Pack, once he finds his mate. Nanon had been living his life in that single memory from the past - no one knows if it happened, or if it was just a mere figment of his imagination, but he's patiently waiting for 17 years. Waiting for that little boy who captured his heart, and had still been occupying it until he meets his mated pair.

Chimon Wachirawit Ruangwiwat, 22, someone whose life has been on the rocks since the day that his father died in an accident, leaving him alone to suffer and mend for himself until his Aunt took him in. Leaving everything behind in Massachusetts, they moved to Portland for a brand new start and away from all the pain that he had suffered. The constants nightmares and flashbacks from his past kept hunting him and making him hesitant to risk falling into love, not until he met Nanon Chivaaree - and everything about his life changed dramatically.

Will Nanon finally let go of waiting for someone who would never come back to him, and finally allow himself to follow the Moon Goddess' plans? Will Chimon finally move on from the trauma that his past had inflicted upon him and take the risk of getting involved with Nanon? Will they be able to accept each other despite the secrets that they each hold in their hearts? Or will someone's selfishness take Nanon's fated pair away from him?

That Night is a story about love being rekindled by two people from two entirely different worlds who were chosen by the Moon Goddess to be together - forever?

ＮＡＮＯＮ [15 Years Old]

"Wait, I forgot something," I almost shout to Miller who looks at me with a raised brow and Prim glaring at me with all her might. And Lilly is just being a little sweetheart and gives me a big nod matching her toothy grin and I ruffle her hair earning a giggle.

What? Can I not forget something just because she's ready to go to school?

"이런, 엉덩이에 그런 고통. 그만 쳐다 봐. 돌아 올게요," I unbuckle my seatbelt and hurriedly run back to the packhouse. (Jeez, such a pain in the ass. Stop glaring at me. I'll be back.)

Approaching the door, I am rooted on the spot as I hear my parents talking with each other. My hands are against the door and I am about to push it open, only I don't upon the mention of my name. Eavesdropping is never my forte and yet, there is something inside of me forcing me to listen to whatever conversation that is about to go down.

"Nanon — he said that he already forgot about him. But I feel like he's still waiting for him and hoping he'd see him again. He still speaks in Korean, he's still practicing as if preparing for the moment that they'd meet again."

Instantly, a tear escapes my eye from the realization of my father's words which hit a bullseye of my whole thinking of the situation that I created. Instinctively, I clamp my hands over my mouth for I am afraid that they'd hear me if I make even just a single squeak and blow my cover.

"Baby, we just need to understand Nanon, he must probably be still hurting about it. Let's just give him more time."

"I know but I'm worried about him. Every year, he flies back to Korea. We already know that he's not there anymore, why does he keep on hoping to meet him there? I don't understand, how can he still linger on that single memory of him?"

"Stop worrying. He knows what he's doing, baby. We just need to trust him about these things, and I know that Nanon wouldn't do anything that would cause chaos in his life. Baby, they're not kids anymore, okay? Please..." there is sudden silence and a deep sigh from Dad. "When he finds his mate, he'd know that whatever he thinks he has for Taeyeon is just fleeting."

Though I want to hear more, I back away from the door completely, feeling ambiguous about my own sentiments. Whatever that thing that I forgot, there's no need for it now. I wipe my tears with the palm of my hand and run back to the car. Once there, I hurriedly slide inside and clutch my bag against my chest, and suppress my tears from falling for now.

"You got it?" Uncle Man asks through the rearview mirror and I hum in response.

We all fall silent and finally leave the packhouse.

•••••

"Prim," I hold her hand firmly. "I'll give up looking for him," I say and she looks at me with a worried expression. A natural instinctive state of reacting to the words that deem to be unnatural by her twin.

"I don't even remember his face anymore, nor do I even remember his name. I don't even know if it really happened or if I was just dreaming. I'm not sure if I still want him or he still wants me."

"But you made a promise with him," her own vehemence towards my actions. "That you'll bring him with you when you're already a big boy," she is also perplexed and I can tell that she isn't disapproving and yet, she can't completely say what she really wants to speak in front of me.

I cast a glance at my hand and fist it tightly, allowing my nails to bite through the flesh and feel the pain. My heart is heavy and anxious from the thought that keeps on popping in my head since that conversation I overheard this morning.

"I don't even remember how I felt when he touched my hand. I can't feel his hands on my face nor his kiss on my cheek, there's nothing that reminds me of him. I..." I purse my lips into a tight line.

"I want to forget him."

As much as I want to not cry, my eyes betray me, and Prim offers her shoulder. It's true, I don't remember his face anymore but I do remember his name. It's been 12 years, I don't even know if he's still alive, or if he's alive — does he still remember my face or even just my name? We made a promise back then, a childish promise of waiting for each other but he suddenly disappeared. It seems like he never existed at all and he had completely forgotten about me, too. Right now, I don't even know anymore.

My parents are apprehensive about my actions, I have burdened them all these years with my stubbornness. I know that he's not there anymore, but I want to remember that day every time I go to that already closed school where we first met. I didn't want to let go of those memories but it's been so long — I'm getting tired of looking for him. I want to get tired of looking for him because it is the right thing to do.

"Did something happen when you went back earlier?" I pull away from her hug and wipe my tears away with the back of my hand.

"Nothing," I lie outright though I know she knows that I am being not honest with her but knowing her, she wouldn't push about the topic anymore.

"I just realized that I'm already tired of trying to bring back someone from a distant memory. I'm tired Prim, I want to stop now and enjoy the rest of my life without thinking of him. I want to forget Kim Taeyeon completely."

Even just the mere mention of his name stings my heart. I don't want to forget him, but I need to forget him so my family wouldn't get too worried about me. It's about time that I listen to them, I think.

"But he's the reason that you've been learning Korean," she brushes my cheek gently. "He's the reason that we've never kissed that cheek anymore. It's only for him, right?"

"Not anymore," I answer with a light huff. "You can kiss my cheek at any time of the day."

My heart clenches from the nonsense that I have uttered. Prim, though hesitant, kisses my cheek softly before I break down and cry. I clutch tightly on my shirt which I have fisted since earlier whilst my twin soothes me with her rubbing my back and rocking me into a lullaby.

This is it, I will finally let him go.