Dive into the captivating world of “Freen and Becky’s Unspoken Love: A Gap the Series Fanfiction” as we explore the uncharted territory of Freen and Becky’s relationship beyond the confines of the hit TV show, “Gap the Series.” In this enthralling Freen and Becky fanfiction, you’ll witness the secret romance that blossoms between these two dynamic characters in their vibrant campus life. Uncover the hidden depths of Freen and Becky’s relationship as they navigate their newfound emotions, face challenges together, and strive to balance their academics and personal lives. Don’t miss this chance to embark on a journey filled with passion, friendship, and unforgettable moments that will leave you wanting more of Freen and Becky’s heartwarming love story.
As everyone knows, Becky, the captivating freshman who has caught most people’s attention, is of mixed English and Thai heritage. However, since she didn’t spend many years in Thailand, her Thai isn’t as fluent as her English. But when she speaks Thai, her voice is sweet, her tone unhurried, and always with a hint of laughter, a bit like the full-sugar milk tea she loves to drink. Miraculously, it never becomes cloying – it’s just perfect.
Now, this beautiful freshman of mixed English and Thai heritage is teasing herself, her voice still filled with laughter. Freen touches her forehead, her attention elsewhere, and asks with some confusion, “Why don’t you light them? They smell really good.” She has great confidence in the scented candles she makes herself; otherwise, she wouldn’t have thought about creating her own brand.
“I’m afraid of fire, senior Freen,” Becky answers. “When I see the flames dancing in front of me, I tremble.” Hearing this, Freen lowers her eyelids.
She knows that bringing a scented candle every time she meets with Becky is just an excuse for herself. As if she really meets Becky just to give her a scented candle, instead of their unspoken secret relationship. Therefore, she never considered the practical situation – giving scented candles to Becky is actually meaningless.
However, they can’t be called familiar with each other. Including this time, they’ve only met six times, and Freen doesn’t think she knows more than what Nam has heard. Perhaps the only additional information is that “Becky absolutely won’t drink one-third sugar milk tea”?
Thinking of this, Freen’s eyelashes flutter, and she looks up again at the figure in front of her, her tone unconsciously softening: “Understood, I won’t bring this next time.”
Becky seizes the opportunity to ask, “When is our next meeting?”
“I don’t know, we’ll see,” Freen replies.
Their meetings are quite random. Sometimes Becky is too busy with her studies, and sometimes Freen has urgent orders and can’t spare the time, so they have to postpone their meetings.
For example, their last meeting was ten days ago.
“Alright,” Becky sighs.
“Okay,” Freen responds, changing the subject, “My car is still parked where it was last time.”
“OK.”
Becky understands the meaning behind Freen’s words, which is simply that there’s no need to continue the phone call. She hangs up without hesitation. On this point, their tacit understanding is quite appropriate.
The two continue to walk towards the side gate of the school at a similar pace, Freen’s car being closer to this side. Midway, Freen receives a reply from an Instagram client. After finishing chatting with the client, she exits the side gate.
Becky is already standing on the other side of the road. Freen wrinkles her nose, puts away her phone, and crosses the road.
This area is much darker than inside the school, and it’s a parking area, so there are not many pedestrians passing by. It’s quite safe for them, and only those who are very close could recognize them.
As Freen gets closer and closer to Becky, she can’t help but feel her heart skip a beat.
Becky doesn’t have the car keys. She stands in front of the passenger door with her legs crossed and arms wrapped around herself. Seeing Freen approaching, she straightens her body and smiles, calling out again, “Senior Freen.”
The light is somewhat dim, and Freen can’t see Becky’s eyes clearly, but she can feel the burning gaze from the person in front of her.
“Take it anyway. I brought it for you, so do what you want with it.” Freen reaches out and hands the bag over.
Becky takes it, her gaze straightforward, and her fingertips deliberately brush against Freen’s palm.
Freen acts as if nothing happened, calmly opening the passenger door and saying, “Get in.”
“Thank you, senior Freen.” Becky gets into the car and sits down, then greedily asks, “Can you help me with my seatbelt, senior Freen?”
Freen’s eyelids droop slightly. Now that the distance has increased, she can only see the general outline of Becky.
“No.” Freen refuses outright and closes the car door after saying so.
She lowers her hand, curling her fingers as she walks around the car to the driver’s seat.
The itchy feeling in her palm spreads silently, making her feel a bit agitated.
Perhaps it’s the warm evening breeze in Bangkok. Freen takes a quiet breath before opening the car door, but her heart races uncontrollably.
Is the space inside the car too small?
Will Becky hear her heartbeat?
With these doubts, Freen gets into the car somewhat stiffly.
She’s about to fasten her seatbelt when the person next to her quickly grabs her wrist, and the next moment, her left shoulder is also held down, as if pinned to the seat.
Becky leans closer to her, her long hair falling on Freen’s arm, the ends seemingly caressing her.
Freen regrets wearing a long skirt today.
She should have worn a white shirt, at least then Becky’s hair wouldn’t touch her skin like this, making her breath catch.
Becky moves even closer: “But I can help you with yours.”
“….Thank you.” Freen manages to say.
Becky laughs softly, buckles Freen’s seatbelt, then sits back in her original position: “Consider it a thank you for the gift you gave me, senior Freen.”
“But you don’t like it.”
Becky chuckles: “I didn’t say I don’t like it, just that I’m scared.” She fastens her own seatbelt, “You always bring them to me but never light them. If you were by my side, I think I’d be a lot braver.”
She turns her head and looks at Freen’s side profile, “I’m actually really curious about their scent.”
“I know,” Freen feels her ears getting warm, “I’m starting the car now.”
The car starts and leaves the parking lot, entering the main road. Their destination is the underground parking lot of Becky’s apartment building, not far from the school, but in the opposite direction of Freen’s rented apartment.
Bangkok’s streets always seem to be congested.
Traffic stretches ahead of them, and Freen leans on the car window with one hand, her peripheral vision on the person next to her.
Becky is playing with her phone, her fingertips moving back and forth on the screen.
Freen’s palm starts to feel hot again. To distract herself, she says, “Let’s listen to some music. We should be there by the time we’ve heard a couple of songs.”
“Sure,” Becky skillfully connects her phone to the car’s Bluetooth.
Freen: “……”
Becky didn’t have her car keys, so she stood in front of the passenger door with her legs crossed, arms folded, and watched Freen walk up to her. Only then did she straighten her body and call out with a smile, “Senior Freen.”
The light was slightly dim, and Freen couldn’t see Becky’s eyes clearly, but she could feel the burning gaze from the person in front of her.
“Just take it. I brought it for you, do whatever you want with it,” Freen said, stretching out her hand to pass the bag over.
Becky took it, her gaze straightforward, and her fingertips intentionally brushed against Freen’s palm.
Freen pretended as if nothing had happened, calmly opened the passenger door, and said, “Get in.”
“Thank you, Senior Freen,” Becky got in the car and settled herself, then asked somewhat greedily, “Can you help me fasten the seat belt, Senior Freen?”
Freen’s eyelids lowered slightly, and now that they were farther apart, she could only see Becky’s general outline.
“No,” Freen flatly refused, and closed the car door.
Her hand hung down, and she curled her fingers as she walked around the car to the driver’s seat.
The itchy sensation in her palm silently spread, making her feel restless.
It might be that the evening breeze in Bangkok was hot, and Freen let out a quiet breath before opening the car door, but her heartbeat uncontrollably quickened.
Would the space inside the car be too small?
Would Becky be able to hear her heartbeat?
With these doubts in mind, Freen got in the car somewhat stiffly.
She was about to fasten her seatbelt when the person beside her pressed her wrist faster than she could, and in the next second, her left shoulder was also pinned, as if she was nailed to the chair.
Becky had already leaned close to her, her long hair falling on Freen’s arm, and the tips seemed to caress her.
Freen regretted wearing a long skirt today.
She should have worn a white shirt, so at least Becky’s hair wouldn’t touch her skin, making her breath involuntarily catch.
Becky leaned even closer and said, “But I can help you.”
“….Thank you,” Freen choked out the two words.
Becky chuckled softly, fastened Freen’s seatbelt, and returned to her seat, saying, “Consider it a thank you for the gift you brought me, Senior Freen.”
“But you don’t like it.”
Becky laughed, “I never said I didn’t like it, just that I didn’t dare.” She fastened her own seatbelt, “You always just bring it to me, but never light it up. If you were by my side, I think I’d be much braver.”
She turned her head and looked at Freen’s profile, “I’m actually very curious about their taste.”
“I know,” Freen felt her ears heat up, “I’m starting the car now.”
The car started, left the parking lot, and entered the main road. They were heading to the underground parking lot of the apartment building where Becky lived. It wasn’t far from the school, but it was in the opposite direction of the apartment Freen rented.
The streets of Bangkok always seemed to be jammed with traffic.
The cars ahead were lined up in a long queue, Freen rested one hand on the car window, and her gaze fell on the person beside her.
Becky was playing with her phone, her fingertips moving across the screen.
Freen’s palm felt hot again, and to divert her attention, she said, “Let’s listen to some music.”
“Sure,” Becky replied, connecting her phone to the car’s Bluetooth. She glanced at the screen in the middle, which displayed the song title: “Lowkey.”
It sounded nice, but the lyrics were somewhat intriguing.
The more Freen listened, the more subtle her expression became.
When Becky sang in English, it was like a fish entering the sea. Coupled with her naturally beautiful voice, Freen heard more of Becky’s singing than anything else.
-Be as quiet as you can cause if anyone sees they’ll just blow shut up
-Up’s the only direction I see….
-As long as we keep this low low low low low low low low key
-Us in a king size, keep it a secret
However, Becky didn’t follow the original singer completely. She even changed the word “boy” to “girl” in the lyrics, and glanced at Freen while singing, the laughter in her eyes intense.
Freen pretended not to feel her gaze, trying to look as normal as possible, but her ears were already turning red, hidden beneath her hair. Fortunately, it wasn’t very noticeable in the car.
She had never heard a song that so closely matched their current situation.
Freen thought it would be better for her to control the music next time.
As one song ended and the next began, the traffic ahead finally began to move. Freen sighed in relief, gripping the steering wheel and following the flow of cars.
Becky didn’t sing along this time. She rested her head on her hand, and her gaze fell on Freen once more, her eyes filled with a tenderness she clearly understood.
Becky still remembered the first time she saw Freen when she arrived at Lanzhi University to register.
As an outstanding soon-to-graduate student, Freen was at the entrance of the school, where she was very popular. She was always seen greeting others, her bright smile constantly on her face. Becky saw Freen’s rabbit teeth and silently nicknamed her “Rabbit Senior.”
And now, Rabbit Senior was driving her back to her apartment.
Becky came back to her senses, her lips curving up in a smile, and she withdrew her gaze.
Because they had entered the underground parking lot.
Freen felt somewhat tortured along the way, afraid that her heart would jump out of her chest. The silence persisted during the drive.
Although they didn’t chat much when they were together, they usually got straight to the point.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have spent five private encounters together while still knowing so little about each other.
As they got out of the car, Freen finally sighed in relief.
The underground parking lot was empty, and only the sound of their footsteps echoed. When they entered the elevator and stood still, the dull sound of the elevator ascending filled their ears.
Becky lived in apartment 5 on the 12th floor.
The hallway lights turned on, and Freen leaned against the wall as she watched Becky unlock the door.
Up close, Becky’s mixed-race features were exquisite and three-dimensional. Her lips appeared serious when pursed, and if Freen remembered correctly, some school alumni on the school forum mentioned that Becky didn’t seem very easygoing.
Yet she was actually very easy to get along with.
Freen’s smile became more obvious, but it was caught by Becky before it could fade: “What are you smiling at, Senior Freen?”
“…Nothing,” Freen’s smile instantly stiffened.
Getting caught in a silly smile was a bit embarrassing.
Becky pushed open the door, the smile reaching her eyes. She gestured for Freen to enter: “Please come in.”
Freen stepped inside.
She was about to turn on the light when her wrist was held by Becky. The door closed the next second.
Becky placed her bag on a nearby cabinet and embraced Freen from behind. Her movements were not rushed but rather gentle.
“You can smile more in front of me, Senior Freen,” Becky’s chin rested on Freen’s shoulder, and her toned arms encircled Freen’s waist. “I know you like to smile.”
However, Becky didn’t say the words “I also like to see you smile.” Their relationship wasn’t one that could talk about liking each other.
After two or three breaths, Freen patted Becky’s hand, signaling her to let go. “I can smile more,” she paused, turning her head so her breath brushed against Becky’s face, “as long as you behave yourself tonight.”
Becky’s laughter was evident in her eyes, and she released Freen. They were standing in the dark, their emotions mingling in the silence. No matter how complicated their relationship was, they couldn’t deny the undeniable attraction between them. Tonight, they would share another secret encounter, a moment that would be etched in their memories, but never spoken of out loud.
Read More：Chapter 1 👈 Chapter 3 👈
Author：一只花夹子
Original article link (Chinese website)：https://www.jjwxc.net/oneauthor.php?authorid=2083392
