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Chonnon was utterly frustrated. Instead of venting his emotions with someone, the person he’d gone out with already had a romantic partner and was lying to her over the phone right in front of him. What Shin did next was clear.
“Get out of my car… I feel bad for your romantic partner.”
He pulled over and spoke calmly, making the other’s eyes widen, instantly protesting.
“It’s no big deal. We’re just having fun. Besides, my romantic partner is a young woman. She doesn’t know what I’m up to.”
That made Chonnon’s voice turn cold.
“You’re worse than a dog… cheating and hurting a young woman like the one who gave birth to you. Get out of my car!”
The other was annoyed and angry but likely scared enough to quickly step out onto the road. Shin drove off without looking back. No matter how despicable he acted or how many partners he cycled through, one thing this man swore to himself:
Shin would never mess with someone who was taken, lest hell come for him when he died.
And Shin would never harm a young woman, especially one used to hide his true sexual preferences.
For Shin, though he didn’t fancy young women romantically, they’d done nothing wrong. He’d told himself he’d never marry, not wanting a young woman to suffer a living hell with a man who’d never care for her that way.
So, someone like Shin wouldn’t sleep around with those who had romantic partners, especially young women.
“Disrespecting a young woman is like disrespecting your own Mâe,” the half-Thai thought, shrugging. He glanced at his watch. It was just past eight. He’d planned to have dinner with that guy and continue, but now, he turned the wheel toward a nearby mall.
Creak
At a red light, Shin lowered the window, grabbed a cigarette from the glovebox, lit it, and took a drag.
“Dear’ll probably make those big eyes again,” Shin chuckled to himself, exhaling smoke. His innocent friend likely didn’t even know he smoked. Not that he was addicted—only when frustrated or stressed, like today… bloody hell.
Brrrm
A loud, modified engine roared beside him. Shin glanced over, seeing a souped-up European car, its driver revving louder, smirking as if saying, You up for it? The red-haired guy wasn’t interested, shaking his head in annoyance.
“Can’t I just enjoy the breeze, you shit-lizards?” Shin muttered, waving off the blatant racing challenge. The other laughed mockingly with his passengers, making Shin inhale deeply, shift gears, and drive as the light changed.
“Annoying fucker,” Shin grumbled as the car beside him floored it, cutting him off, engine roaring without care for anyone else. On this quiet night road, it was like a racetrack for these fools to challenge unaware drivers.
“Lost the mood. Might as well go home,” the half-Thai shrugged, tossing the cigarette into a water cup from earlier, planning to turn back. But… It was the same road as those geese.
Brrrm
“Hope a truck takes you out someday,” Shin muttered, annoyed, stopping behind the same car at another light. The driver was at it again, revving and taunting a guy on a sleek mini-bike wearing a cool helmet. But that wasn’t what caught Shin’s attention.
“Shit-lizard Oat, it’s really you… racing me!”
Before closing the window after exhaling smoke, a shout from the car ahead reached him. Shin squinted at the mini-bike rider, who turned to glare at the challenger through the helmet.
Shin wouldn’t have paused if the rider’s build and bike didn’t scream it was the Oat he knew.
But the former Head wák racing?
“I’ll make you so embarrassed you’ll never show your face at the track again!” The furious shout echoed as the red light counted down its final five seconds. As it ended, the engine roared, the mini-bike rider leaned forward, hands gripping the throttle.
Is he crazy, racing like this?
Shin cursed inwardly. As the light turned green, both the car and mini-bike shot forward, forcing him to shift gears and stomp the pedal, wanting to confirm if it was who he thought.
“What the hell are you all chasing?” the half-Thai muttered, watching the car swerve left and right, neck-and-neck with the mini-bike, which zipped ahead skillfully, clearly experienced. Even at curves, the mini-bike leaned low, overtaking the car smoothly.
But this wasn’t the time to admire. Shin had a bad feeling as the modified car accelerated, edging toward the mini-bike hugging the curve.
“Damned-animal!” Shin yelled, seeing the mini-bike nearly forced onto the curb. The rider gunned it to escape the dirty move.
Crash!
Shin’s eyes widened in shock. The car veered slightly, then slammed hard into the mini-bike’s rear. Worse, the bike lost control, wobbled, and crashed into the median’s bushes. The rider flew off, hitting the same bushes meters away.
The car didn’t slow to check, speeding off like it knew no cameras were around. Shin, however, pulled over, turned on his hazards, and rushed out.
“Crazy, are you dead?” The tall figure leapt out, running to the motionless rider in the bushes. A few onlookers nearby, some calling an ambulance, didn’t distract Shin.
“Phîi Oat, is that you?” Shin asked, checking the rider stirring, grabbing the helmet, and pulling it off clumsily.
“You…”
“Let-me-die, are you happy the great Head wák was dim-wit enough to take on those thugs?” Seeing the face under the helmet, Shin smirked, looking at the Phîi wák clutching his head, looking up at the figure looming over.
“Cho… nnon…”
“No need to look thrilled to see me… any broken bones?” Shin nodded at the rider, who didn’t seem fully intact. Oat winced, moving his arms and legs, feeling numb and stinging but functional.
“No… I’m fine. Bushes cushioned it,” Oat said quietly, trying to stand, glancing at his beloved bike, now in the bushes, looking like he wanted to run to it.
“You’re crazy-brave. Surviving’s enough. Forget the bike,” Shin said, irritated. Oat turned to meet his gaze, aching from scraping his bike and crashing, yet managing to sit up.
“I’m not dead,” Oat said.
“Yeah, you’re not, but left like this, the first-years will be doing 95,600 squat jumps at your funeral. Blood all over your head, and you say you’re fine?” Shin shook his head at the stubborn senior, helping the slightly broader figure stand. Oat checked his bloodied temple.
As if fate mocked him, Oat gave a wry smile, not amused.
“Then I’ll ask you not to squat jump for me… too lazy to punish more,” Oat said. Shin smirked, saying calmly,
“You owe me.”
Debt aside, getting this reckless Phîi wák to a hospital was a priority.
***
After treating the temple and side wounds at the hospital, Oat refused to stay overnight but promised the doctor he’d visit a bigger hospital tomorrow for brain and bone scans to ensure nothing was broken or puncturing a lung.
Now, the man who’d just faced death sat on a dorm bed not far from the university, with a junior he barely knew looming over, handing him medicine and water.
“Thanks,” Oat took them, eyeing the red-haired junior’s surprising kindness—handling the hospital, arranging for his bike, and driving him back, even if the reason wasn’t heartwarming.
If you died, I’d feel less guilty as a witness.
“Seriously… are you dim-witted or crazy?” Shin asked bluntly.
Oat, swallowing the pills, looked up, paused, then smirked at himself.
“Probably dim-witted, like you said,” Oat replied. Shin paused, feeling they were on different pages. The last time they talked flashed in his mind. Seeing Oat’s pained eyes, he nodded to himself.
“Because of Dear, right?”
Oat just stayed silent, gripping the water glass tightly, recalling why he took the challenge. After talking with Dear that evening, he went to a bar with Sai-fah. His talkative friend’s teasing eased the heaviness in his heart, but it wasn’t enough. Knowing more drinking would ground his bike, he planned to head home—then met an old adversary.
Not usually impulsive, but with alcohol in his blood and a need to release like when racing, he accepted the challenge.
Didn’t think they’d play so dirty.
Next time at the track, I won’t spare them.
Grab
“It’s not about Dear,” Oat said firmly, hands tightening on the glass. Shin, already watching, smirked knowingly.
At times like this, the senior protected Dear, refusing to blame him.
“I warned you… even if he’s naive and wild, he loves his Porsche alone,” Shin said.
“It’s not about Dear!” Oat shouted louder, silencing Shin. The listener shrugged, noting Oat’s tense face and eyes, gripping the glass harder. Then came a challenge.
Grab
Shin yanked the glass from Oat’s hands, set it on a nearby table, crouched on his heels, looked up at the man on the bed’s edge, and smiled.
“Since you like guys…”
“Want to try sleeping with one?”
Oat froze, stunned, staring at the junior smiling at him. The handsome face framed by red hair made this youth dangerously charming, no surprise his peers talked about Chonnon. But now, this youth was propositioning him…
Thud
“Hey!” Oat yelped as Shin suddenly shoved his shoulders, knocking him onto the bed. Shin climbed up, moving like a predator, dark eyes glinting, legs pinning Oat’s thighs, then… a wicked smile.
Whoosh
Shin yanked off his shirt carelessly, revealing a fit, athletic build.
“How’s that, Phîi Oat?” Shin said, leaning close to the still-shocked senior, hands braced by Oat’s head, a large hand moving toward his pants.
The motionless, silent figure made Shin smirk inwardly, one thought in his mind:
No matter the face, they’re all the same.
Grab
But before his lips touched Oat’s, a large hand clamped over Shin’s face, another gripping the wrist nearing his pants. Oat’s stunned eyes turned stern, voice deep and gruff.
“What do you think you’re doing, Chonnon?” Shin raised an annoying eyebrow, pulled his hand free, and said flatly,
“Sex.”
“Get off me,” Oat said calmly.
“Nah, give it a try, Phîi. Might like it more than Dear,” Shin teased, not moving, one hand still braced on the bed, sharp eyes locked in a staring contest with Oat’s fierce gaze.
“If you want a partner, find someone else, not me!” Oat’s firm tone intrigued Shin, but he was more curious about something else. Leaning closer, he asked with a smile,
“But if it was Dear, you wouldn’t think twice, right?”
Push!
Crash!
Shin’s body was nearly thrown off, crashing beside the bed, almost rolling off. But Oat, despite his injuries, flipped over, grabbed both shoulders tightly, eyes fiercer than most would dare face. Not Shin, though.
“Don’t talk about Dear like that. Liking him doesn’t mean I have despicable thoughts like you!” Oat squeezed Shin’s shoulders harder. Shin, hiding the pain, stared back until Oat let go.
“And don’t try that vile act with me again.”
Shin stood, rolling his shoulders, smiling at the serious senior, then… laughed.
The laughter echoed through the room, leaving Oat confused, watching the junior grab his shirt, still chuckling until tears formed.
“Let-me-die, I’ve never met anyone like you… unbelievably serious,” Shin said, laughing, meeting Oat’s eyes and saying simply, “So you won’t sleep with anyone because you still like Dear, huh?”
Oat paused but answered, “Not until my feelings for Dear fade.”
The half-Thai nodded, slipping on his shirt casually but stylishly, heading for the door. Before leaving, he turned with a grin.
A wide smile that belied his faint words.
“You’re more pathetic than I thought,” Shin said, bowing like a knight, then left with a broad grin.
Oat watched, baffled, not understanding this junior’s thoughts, actions, laughter, or the smile before leaving.
He didn’t understand a single thing about Chonnon.
***
“Dear… Dear… you little puppy…”
Purin, pulling off his tie, looked at the youth sitting quietly on the sofa, TV on but ignored. Calling his name got no response, making Purin frown slightly.
Grab
“Hey, Phîi Porsche… when’d you get back?” Dear looked up, startled, meeting his eyes. Purin shook his head, asking,
“What’s wrong, little one?”
Dear exhaled sharply through his nose, trying not to act like a troubled youth worrying about that Khun-Phuying-Panti. Porsche had said not to dwell on it, just avoid her. But now, his thoughts weren’t on that… it was about earlier.
“Phîi Porsche, is it possible… Someone might like me?”
“Hmm?” Purin frowned instantly, sitting beside Dear on the sofa, sharp eyes narrowing, wary of why the little puppy said this. One person flashed in his mind.
Dear’s senior, who he thought he’d dealt with.
“Who?” Purin asked calmly, holding back his feelings. Dear hugged his knees, looking troubled, unsure of his own thoughts.
“Phîi Oat, Phîi Porsche… the senior who dropped me off. He talked to me strangely today, made me think he… likes me. But no way, right? Oat wouldn’t like guys, and I don’t see why he’d like me,” Dear said, doubting himself. Purin relaxed.
Good that he doesn’t believe it.
Grab
“Exactly, what’s so great about my little puppy for anyone to like?” Purin pulled the youth into a tight hug. Dear yelped, grabbing the large arms, face souring.
“All you’ve got is your name, loud mouth, worrying, and whining. Nothing special for anyone to like,” Purin said, grinning, ruffling the soft hair. Dear bit his lip, pushing the big hands away, feeling oddly hurt.
Yeah, I’ve got nothing. Why hug me then?
“Let go, let me go now, Phîi Porsche!” Dear pushed, but Porsche held tight, making him squirm, hands and feet flailing until Porsche slid from neck to waist, pulling him close, chuckling at the rebellious youth.
“Don’t like me? Let go then! Why hug me, you damned nuisance!” Dear shouted.
Grab
“Not nice words, little one,” Porsche said sternly. Dear, feeling more hurt, pushed away, succeeding as he backed into the sofa, hair a mess, angry eyes glaring. Purin laughed, unbothered by the insult.
“Yeah, I’m dim-wit, silly, worrying, whiny, and dog-mouthed!”
“Who said I don’t like you?” Purin said.
Pause
The loud youth fell silent, glaring at the taller man, who moved closer.
“You’re naive, loud, whiny, worrying too much, and dog-mouthed… but I like my silly little puppy, just mine,” Purin said.
Dear went quiet, as if his mouth was sewn shut, cheeks reddening… alarmingly so.
What the hell is Phîi Porsche saying!
“Quiet now… no more shouting?” Purin teased.
“W-Well…” Dear managed one word, then fell silent, looking down, cheeks burning, knowing Porsche would laugh. There it was, laughter, as Dear turned away. But as Porsche leaned closer, Dear froze like a statue, feeling him near, and… closed his eyes.
Kiss
A sharp nose pressed hard on his soft cheek, inhaling deeply before pulling back to admire the now red-cheeked puppy.
Grab
“Let’s go,” Purin said.
“Hey! Where?” Dear shouted as Porsche grabbed his wrist, pulling him up, saying simply,
“Shower. Together.”
“What!”
“Just shower together. Ugh, my puppy’s so loud,” Porsche said, sounding exasperated but dragging Dear along. Dear dug his heels in, shaking his head, yelling,
“No way! Not showering together, no way! I’m hungry, I’ll eat!” His shouts filled the room, clinging to the doorframe, refusing to join. The enforcer laughed, turning as if to hoist the youth over his shoulder.
That did it. The silly puppy flailed, breaking free and darting to the other side of the room, face flushed, shouting in a forced deep voice,
“Shower alone, bleh!”
So fierce, Purin laughed, watching the little one stick out his tongue and roll his eyes like a youth, then dive back to hug a cushion on the sofa, gripping it tightly, refusing to move. Purin shrugged, heading to the bathroom alone, feeling lighter.
At least Dear forgot about the guy named Oat completely.
The distraction worked. The youth, wondering if someone liked him, muttered, face hot,
“Phîi Porsche is crazy, despicable, evil-person. No way, I won’t give in! Ew!”
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