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Clang!
Crash!
“Yes! A strike!”
“Where the bloody fucking hell have you brought me, Phîi!”
“Well, a bowling alley, of course. Never been?”
At this moment, Krittithee wanted to stuff the senior high school student in front of him into a toilet. As soon as the dismissal bell rang, signaling that high school students could leave school, Night had taken him out the back to a hidden car. Krittithee had hesitated at first, but recalling the coldly-aloof eyes from that morning, he jumped into the car. And now they were here—a shopping mall in the heart of the city.
At first, Graph thought this Phîi Night had business here and had just brought him along. But it turned out Night had taken him to the top floor, paid for the bowling game, rented shoes, and, as was evident, was thoroughly enjoying scoring a strike every time. This caused Krittithee, who was just throwing the ball to get it over with, to frown sharply.
There was definitely no Phîi Seen here!
This was the thought of Krittithee as he scanned the entire bowling alley. At this after-school hour, groups of middle and high school students had gathered to play, along with some older university students. But there was no way someone like Pakin, or rather, someone of Pakin’s stature, would show up here.
He couldn’t imagine that man appearing here, nor could he picture his friend doing so.
If it were Pakin from his school days, perhaps, but now a racetrack would be more fitting.
“I know this is a bowling alley. So where the bloody fucking hell is Phîi Seen?”
At the question, Night turned and flashed a charming smile, then handed a bowling ball to Krittithee.
“Your turn, Nong Graph.” Then he nodded toward the scoreboard displaying Graphic’s name, which showed nothing but zeros: 0/0. This indicated Krittithee wasn’t playing or interested. He only wanted to know why he was wasting his time here. And yes, Krittithee had snuck out without waiting for his driver, without calling anyone, and without intending to tell anyone.
“I’m not playing!” Graph swatted Night’s hand away, causing the 10-pound bowling ball to wobble slightly. But Night swung his arm up, catching it as if it were a basketball with one hand. Then the young man with the short, military-style haircut smiled and proposed.
“If you don’t win, I won’t take you.”
“You bloody fucking cur!”
“Phîi Graph, Khrap. Ever heard that your seniors come first?”
Graph could only glare fiercely at Night, but the senior remained unfazed, standing with the same smile. Finally, Krittithee stood up.
“Give it here!” Ultimately, Krittithee, who had no desire or intention to play or win, grabbed the heavy bowling ball, looked at the lane, and clenched his teeth.
“Don’t know how to play?”
“No!”
Who would openly admit they had no idea how to play? This made Night tilt his head, raising his hands to shoulder level in a “fine, have it your way” gesture. He then stepped back, crossed his arms, and watched Krittithee, who didn’t even know how to hold the ball properly. So…
Crash!
The released bowling ball slammed onto the floor with a loud noise, but the speed and force didn’t help, as it rolled straight into the gutter.
“Heh heh, hahahaha!”
“What the bloody fucking hell are you laughing at?”
“Nothing.” The senior, who couldn’t help but laugh, quickly denied it, raising his hands to shoulder level, looking at Krittithee baring his teeth in anger. But Krittithee didn’t give up, striding over to grab a new bowling ball for his second throw, with the same result.
“Damned shit-lizard!”
Cleaning the gutter, indeed.
This time, Night burst out laughing, unable to contain himself, drawing glances from nearby young women. With two attractive young men of different styles here, evenly matched, it would be a shame not to look. Meanwhile, the mischievous-looking Krittithee shot Night a resentful glare.
“Think you’re so great, Phîi?” At the question, Night smirked, causing some young women to squeal softly. He then walked over, grabbed a bowling ball, positioned himself, and, as he swung his arm and ran, his sharp eyes gleamed with determination. When the ball was released…
Crash!
A loud crash resounded as the pins scattered, securing Night’s fourth strike of the day.
“Not bad, huh?” Night turned to smile at Krittithee, who was completely stunned.
“Want me to teach you?” Night raised an eyebrow. Krittithee gritted his teeth, wanting to tell him to mind his own business, but if he didn’t win, he wouldn’t meet Seen. And if he didn’t meet Seen, this trip would be for nothing. So, he lowered his head and muttered through clenched teeth.
“Teach me.”
This made Night laugh. He couldn’t resist walking closer and placing a hand on Krittithee’s head, ruffling his hair vigorously.
“Hey, let go!” Krittithee struggled wildly, but Night locked his neck and ruffled even harder, with great fondness, while saying.
“I thought you were a delinquent, but you’re cute, Nong.”
Smack
“I’m not cute!" Graph finally broke free after a struggle that left his face flushed. The grumbling tone of the supposed delinquent made Night laugh even harder. His sharp eyes briefly showed fondness, but then turned serious as he shook his head.
“Someone this attractive wouldn’t stand a chance with Phîi Seen.”
“What!” The name Krittithee wanted to hear slipped out, making his eyes widen. He turned sharply to meet Night’s gaze, but Night had already walked off to grab another bowling ball to continue playing. Krittithee quickly stood and grabbed Night’s wrist.
“What does that mean?” At the question, Night tilted his head slightly and handed the bowling ball to Krittithee.
“Go stand over there so I can teach you.”
Snap
“Phîi Night, what did you mean just now?” Krittithee persisted, grabbing Night’s shoulder and asking in a strong voice. Night, who had only hinted briefly, sighed, looking at Krittithee, whom he had always thought had a female romantic partner. But now, it seemed that wasn’t the case. Night countered with a question.
“Then, Nong Graph, do you know what kind of person Phîi Seen is?”
“That’s why I asked you to take me!” Graph retorted loudly, making Night smile.
“You know that club, right? Phîi Seen opened it just for fun, to kill time.”
“So what?” Krittithee understood even less, prompting Night, who seemed to know everything, to laugh.
“I’m saying he’s filthy rich. After graduating, he doesn’t need to do anything. He can just have fun forever. And his fun is that club—opened for laughs, managed for laughs, to kill time for laughs, and… finding people to have fun with for laughs.” Night scratched his chin, as if recalling if he missed anything. But Krittithee still didn’t see the connection until Night met his eyes and said seriously.
“He’s someone who loves having fun with everyone, especially… sex.”
Krittithee stared silently at Night, who then turned to the bowling lane, dragging Krittithee’s arm to position him in the center and ordered.
“Come on, play quickly. If you don’t win, I won’t take you.” With this, Krittithee turned to focus on the sport he’d never considered. Initially, he only wanted to win for information, to meet that fun-loving man. But no matter how he played, he couldn’t beat Night, and he ended up chasing and kicking Night, who teased him with loud laughter.
Though Krittithee hadn’t wanted to come here at all, talking with the cheerful Night, exerting himself, laughing, and shouting with joy when he scored a strike made him forget his troubles at home, the things that made him cry, and the heartache for several crucial hours. He completely forgot that he hadn’t told anyone he was coming here.
Krittithee truly forgot Pakin’s anger—the person calling his silenced phone, making it vibrate wildly in his school bag, the person waiting to deal with him at home.
“In the end, you tricked me.”
“But I had fun, didn’t I?”
“Hmph!”
Inside the sleek car, Krittithee sat with a furrowed brow, speaking in an irritated tone, realizing he’d wasted the entire day. Forget meeting Phîi Seen, he hadn’t even seen a glimpse of him. Worse, Night, who seemed to know about that damned nuisance, refused to say more. Most importantly, Krittithee was thoroughly defeated.
They played countless games, his arm ached terribly, but he lost.
Yet, after grumbling irritably and Night responding with a smile, Krittithee couldn’t argue.
It really was fun, Graph thought.
Krittithee, a youth who rarely did anything age-appropriate, told himself. These days, chasing Pakin consumed all his time. He had no time for bowling, karaoke, or hanging out with friends. The little he did was when Janjao dragged him along or forced him. If he went out willingly, it was to drink with friends from other classes, race cars, or sneak into Pakin’s events.
His life revolved around these things. So when Night invited him to play, it was fun.
Pat
“If I had fun, just say I had fun… and it helped me de-stress, right?”
“Don’t touch me.”
This time, though Night smiled and shook his head lightly, Krittithee didn’t push him away. He just bared his teeth, speaking in a mock-serious tone, though he was starting to warm to this talkative senior.
“You’re really cute. How could I have thought you were a delinquent all these years?” Night’s words suggested he’d known Krittithee for a long time. But Krittithee, oblivious to others, didn’t realize how much attention he attracted. He just shrugged, not dwelling on or following up on Night’s comment.
Until…
“Just stop here, Phîi. I’ll walk in myself.”
The luxury car pulled up at the main gate. Krittithee turned to tell Night, who had gone quiet briefly, and then…
Hoooonk!
Night honked loudly, prompting the guard at the front post to step out. Seeing an unfamiliar car, he was about to call the main house to check for expected guests, but…
“I’m just dropping Graph off, Khrap!” Night rolled down Krittithee’s window, stuck his head out, and pushed the confused Krittithee to show his face. The guard saw the boss' Khun-chai, quickly nodding and saluting.
“Khrap, please come in.”
Who would dare touch the boss’s young man? Rumor had it he was the son of a powerful political figure.
“Hey, Phîi, how could you do this? I said just drop me off!” Graph turned to protest in a strong voice. He knew Pakin wouldn’t care about him, even if he vanished all night. But bringing an unfamiliar friend to drop him off at home made Krittithee worry.
Why the bloody fucking hell do I care? He said yesterday he doesn’t care about me, Graph thought.
This thought silenced Krittithee. The driver raised an eyebrow, then drove the car to park right at the house’s entrance, unfazed, showing no particular interest in the massive mansion, as if accustomed to such grandeur. Moreover…
Creeak
“After you, Khrap.” The cheerful Night even ran around to open the car door, leaving Krittithee, who was reaching for his school bag, stunned.
“Hey, Phîi, you don’t have to. I’m a young man, no need to open the door for me.” Krittithee felt it was oddly surprising. But he stepped out, looked at Night’s smile, and was told kindly.
“I don’t know what’s troubling you, but calm down, think carefully… meeting Phîi Seen won’t help you, Graph.”
Night’s sincere eyes left Krittithee puzzled.
“What…”
“Who gave you permission to return at this hour, Khun-chai Krittithee?”
Thud
Before Krittithee could ask, a deep, strong voice cut through the air from the main entrance, forcing him to turn sharply. There stood Pakin, his eyes colder than an Arctic stream.
When Pakin was displeased, his eyes burned with fire. But when truly enraged, his gaze was like this.
A gaze that made the fearless Krittithee’s heart falter momentarily. He intended to retort that it was his business, but…
“Hello, Khrap. I’m Graph’s senior, just dropping Graph off.” Night, who should have feared such a gaze, raised his hand in a wai, offering Pakin the same smile. Pakin shifted his gaze, giving a coldly-aloof smile, likely guessing where this disobedient young man had been.
Since evening, Pakin had reports that Graph wasn’t at school. He was already angry about the defiance, but his anger grew when calls went unanswered. He had to call his friend to ask if this damned nuisance had really gone to meet him.
“A youth? Which youth? Haven’t seen anyone today.”
That was enough for Pakin to hang up. His friend Seen had a sharp nose for things Pakin didn’t want him to notice. Saying more might shift from keeping Graph away to Seen meddling with this annoying young man.
So, knowing Graph was with a friend, Pakin calmed down.
“Thank you for bringing him back. But don’t take him out like this again. His disappearance causes trouble for us.” Pakin smiled, a kind guardian’s smile, but his tone held a hint of reprimand. Night nodded.
“Khrap. But if Graph hadn’t gone with me, it might have caused more trouble.”
Thud
This made Pakin pause, his sharp eyes widening slightly as he studied Night’s face. A faint, positive memory flickered, causing his fists to clench tightly.
That bloody fucking Graph is a trouble magnet! Pakin thought.
“You remember me now, right, Phîi? I’m Night, Khrap.” How could Pakin forget?
“Nong… Seen's Nong.”
Graph’s eyes widened as he turned sharply to Night, with whom he’d spent the day, mentioning Phîi Seen countless times. Who would believe Night was the Nong of the person he’d been seeking?
Night grinned broadly at the words.
“Glad you remember me, Phîi. We met at Phô’s birthday party two years ago, after all.”
Pakin wanted to punch someone—maybe Graph or this smug friend’s Nong. He’d kept Graph away from trouble for years, scolding and shooing him to stay distant, but Graph never listened. Now, he was getting too close, and it was irritating.
Pakin didn’t want them to meet, yet Graph had connected with this problem.
Still, Pakin kept his composure, offering a faint smile.
“Of course, I remember. The chid of the third Mia, right? I even recall how you entered the main house.”
Thud
Night froze. “Third Mia” didn’t mean a newlywed third wife but a kept mistress, the tycoon’s serious third, with whom he had a son. Night and his mother entered the main house because of his status as a child.
Night’s displeased look showed he realized he’d provoked the wrong person. His intent was only…
“I just came to tell you, Phîi, that I won’t mention this to Phîi Seen… because I’m fond of Graph.”
This matter—a Nong wanting to meet Seen. If his Phîi knew, Graph wouldn’t stand a chance, especially being so attractive.
Night had no issues with his Phîi. Though the son of a kept Mia, his Phîi didn’t care about their Phô’s womanizing. Instead, Seen was fond of Night as the youngest Nong. With his brothers, Seen was good, but with others, Night wasn’t sure if Seen would be kind.
Yet, being cautioned by someone nearly ten years younger and fond of this stubborn young man made Pakin smile cold.
“Thank you, but I don’t think I need help from a youth.”
Night closed his mouth, avoiding Pakin’s chilling gaze.
“And I’m not receiving guests today. Please give my regards to your Phô.” Words tantamount to dismissal. Night raised a wai, turned to his car, glancing at Graph.
He’d seen Pakin pick up Graph last week and, hearing Graph wanted to meet his Phîi, had deliberately brought him here to warn Pakin that Graph was getting involved with someone dangerous. But it seemed Night had brought trouble upon himself.
“See you at school, Graph.” Night smiled, got into the car, and drove off, until only two remained.
“Can I go now?” Krittithee said gruffly, then froze.
Snap
“Ouch! Let go!” Pakin didn’t answer, instead grabbing the back of Krittithee’s collar and yanking. Krittithee had to hurry to follow or risk being strangled. But Pakin didn’t respond, only dragged him with force, making Krittithee protest and plead.
But now, Pakin wasn’t listening.
“Let me go, Phîi! Ouch, let go! I’m in pain! I said let go, you damned shit-lizard!”
All the way, Krittithee shouted, trying to pry off the hand on his collar, but his strength was no match. He nearly fell face-first on the stairs several times, but Pakin didn’t ease up. Krittithee scratched and pushed at Pakin’s arm and shoulder, but it didn’t budge. His protests drew the household’s attention.
“What’s Kin doing to Graph?”
Phawit, on a work call, emerged from a room, lowering his phone and asking when he saw Pakin dragging the uniformed young man. He meant to step in, but…
“Don’t meddle in my affairs.”
Pakin, passing by, pushed Phawit’s chest, speaking calmly but with coldly-aloof, serious words, tone, and gaze. The pronoun stopped Phawit from intervening, leaving him watching the dragged Krittithee, confused.
Why is Phîi so angry? Phawit thought.
A question only Pakin could answer.
Pakin flung the annoying young man into his room, then…
Slam!
Pakin kicked the door shut. Krittithee, clutching his sore neck with tears welling, grew fearful. His round eyes stared at the menacing figure striding toward him. He was about to explain he’d done nothing wrong, hadn’t gone to that club, only out with a senior, but…
Snap
“It hurts!” Pakin grabbed Krittithee’s chin, squeezing hard, forcing his face up to meet a terrifying gaze that made his heart sink.
No matter how irritated Pakin was, he’d never looked at Krittithee like this.
“Do you really want to meet that guy Seen so badly?” The question prompted Krittithee to retort defiantly.
“Yes! I’ll meet him no matter what.”
I have to meet the person who hurt me this much! Graph thought.
The person who made Krittithee feel like a dim-wit for loving Pakin so fiercely alone, while Pakin didn’t care. He wanted to know if someone like Seen could change him to gain Pakin’s attention.
Krittithee didn’t consider that this “change” might cost him something he’d been protecting for Pakin. And Pakin knew what would happen if Krittithee met his friend.
Snap
“Ugh! I’m in pain!” The thought made Pakin squeeze Krittithee’s chin harder, causing him to cry out, tears spilling. He scratched and pushed Pakin’s arm, but Pakin didn’t flinch.
“So what? Are you going to sleep with him?”
“You don’t care about me anyway! Who I sleep with is my business!” Fueled by equal anger, Krittithee shot back, though his heart screamed, No, I’d never sleep with anyone else.
This response made Pakin’s eyes gleam.
A smile appeared on Pakin’s face—not of laughter, kindness, or joy, but a sinister smile of someone who knew how to make this young man understand his place.
“Then shall we try it out?”
Pakin was tired of handling Krittithee’s antics. Since chasing him away didn’t work, he’d teach him the world’s cruelty that Krittithee didn’t know.
“What are you doing, Phîi… Mmm!”
Krittithee’s eyes widened as warm, hot lips pressed against his swiftly.
A searing kiss, not gentle, not sweet, not dreamy as novels described, but crushing, bruising his lips. He wanted to cry out in pain, but Pakin gave no chance, only grinding harder. Sharp teeth bit down, making him flinch, and Pakin’s tongue forced its way in, leaving Krittithee helpless.
“Mmm! Mmm! Hng!” Krittithee struggled—it hurt, it wasn’t what he’d imagined. He scratched Pakin’s back, but Pakin wrapped his arms around Krittithee’s waist, pulling him close.
Pakin plunged into the kiss, chasing Krittithee’s small tongue as it tried to escape, until they tangled. The wet, hot kiss echoed through the room, mingling with panting, moans, muffled sounds, and Krittithee’s waning resistance… fading… fading…
“Hng… Mmm…”
Now, the defiant young man was powerless. The intense kiss and thrusting tongue delivered a burning, unfamiliar sensation. Though not gentle or sweet, it set Krittithee’s pure body ablaze, his heart pounding with fear as fluid leaked from his mouth, which he didn’t know how to swallow.
“Hng… Mmmph… Mmm…”
Krittithee could only moan in his throat, eyes shut tight, barely breathing, chest trembling, body light. Despite the pain, he couldn’t resist the feeling of… surrender.
Thump
When Pakin released him, Krittithee collapsed onto the floor, a sign of his innocence, tempting to tarnish.
“Hah… Hah… Hah…” Krittithee panted heavily, covering his mouth in disbelief.
Pakin, looming over him, said only… “Pathetically unskilled.”
Thud
Krittithee slowly looked up, meeting Pakin’s gaze. Through tears, he saw a mocking smile.
“You can’t even kiss properly. Forget that guy Seen… and I don’t want you either.”
Then…
Bang!
Pakin left, slamming the door, leaving Krittithee unable to cry aloud, though his heart wept. So, I’ll never be in your eyes, will I? Graph thought.
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