Not Yours

I’m “P’ Aeng’s” kept boy. P’ Aeng kindly took me in even though my father owed him five million, and my life became tied to his until I almost forgot that one day it would all come to an end. The fortunate part is that he later forgave the debt, but the unfortunate part is that I fell in love with him. Even worse, his new fling is a very cute celebrity, and somehow I’ve become a fan of that person too. And the worst of all this bad luck upon bad luck is that P’ Aeng suddenly claims I was the one who left him. How could I possibly do that when I love him so much I even used to pay respects to him on Father’s Day? Or is there an even greater layer of misfortune hidden beneath all this confusion? Everything has become so tangled that I no longer know what to do. In the past I was his kept boy, in the present I am his debtor, and as for the future, I’m still not sure.