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Thud! Thud!! Thud!!!
On this night, an entire floor of a renowned hotel in central Bangkok was reserved for a grand party. The chosen floor was none other than the rooftop pool, perched atop a skyscraper with a panoramic view of the capital city. Heavy bass music echoed through the area, lights dimmed to a flickering glow, casting colorful beams that reflected off the rippling, clear water in the pool.
Naturally, as it was a pool party, all attendees wore swimsuits.
“Hey, Khrap, young women, you all look stunning tonight,” Seen said.
The host of the event, Seen, strutted into the midst of a large group of beautiful young women in skimpy outfits. His large hands, holding a drink, reached out to drape over the shoulders of two beside him, prompting delighted squeals from the group.
“Khun Seen, want to have a drink with us?” one young woman asked.
“Haha, just one glass, Khrap. I have to greet more guests,” Seen said, his eyes sparkling with charm. He downed his drink with a flourish, drawing excited shrieks from those around him. His strong arm wrapped around the neck of a beautiful young woman beside him, his sharp eyes locking onto her heavily made-up gaze, unafraid of water washing it away. His lips curved into a wicked smile as he leaned close to her mouth, then tilted his head back and finished the glass in one gulp.
“Oops, spilled some. Wipe it for me, will you?” Seen said in a husky whisper, as the potent liquor dribbled down his chin. The young woman blushed deeply, but her hands slid around his neck, her body pressing against his bare, warm chest. Her tongue darted out, skillfully licking the corner of his mouth.
Naturally, Seen seized the chance to return a fiery kiss, heedless of onlookers’ gazes.
“The liquor’s sweeter than usual, Khrap,” Seen said, pulling back and licking his lips with a grin.
“Khun Seen, have a drink with me too!” another young woman called.
“Cheater! I want to drink with you too!” another exclaimed.
The young women around him erupted in jealous protests, eyeing the lucky one who flashed a triumphant smile while panting with dissatisfaction. This made Seen, who deliberately spread his charm, laugh heartily.
“Everyone gets a turn, young women,” Seen said.
Thud
But before he could finish, his sharp eyes caught sight of someone entering, just as many at the party turned in unison toward the same direction.
Though the lights were dim, creating an upscale club atmosphere by the pool, they couldn’t conceal the newcomer’s striking presence. A young man in dark swim trunks showcased a robust, masculine physique. His broad shoulders led to beautifully sculpted arm muscles, complemented by a chiseled chest and defined abs. His taut calves revealed visible veins, a physique that drew eyes, but not as much as his face and the aura radiating from him—a young man with a dangerously captivating charm, fiery as flame, drawing many willing to play with this intense fire without fear of getting burned.
“Oh, looks like I’ll have to save you young women for later,” Seen said, handing his glass to a beautiful young woman and approaching the newcomer with a wide grin.
“Hello, Khrap, Khun Pakin. I thought you’d turn down my invitation,” Seen said.
“Hia, how could I miss a great event like this?” Pakin replied.
The two young men clasped hands and slapped each other’s shoulders heavily. The newcomer smirked, scanning the surroundings with satisfaction.
Well-organized, as expected from the party king himself, Pakin thought.
“So, what are we celebrating this time?” Pakin asked with a chuckle, while Seen laughed loudly, throwing the question back.
“What should I celebrate? The club’s third anniversary? My birthday in advance?” Seen said jokingly, unsure himself why he threw this party. The listener smirked, knowing his friend’s nature well.
A celebration was just an excuse. If Seen found something fun, he’d do it, much like Pakin himself, who enjoyed hosting thrilling competitions.
Their compatible personalities were perfect, except…
“Or should I celebrate for you?” Seen said.
Thud
Seen loved to poke the tiger’s whiskers.
Pakin gave a low chuckle, his sharp eyes subtly warning not to dig up past matters. His close friend seemed to know too much about him already. Moreover…
“Don’t think I don’t know it was your doing,” Pakin said.
“Come on, Khun Pakin, Khrap. Something fine and beautiful waiting right in front of you. If you don’t take it, it’s a waste. I’m just a good friend giving you an easy excuse,” Seen said, grabbing a drink from a waiter and handing it to Pakin, who merely rolled his eyes, not arguing. He’d known from the start it was unusual but went along with it because, honestly… he wanted to take it.
That arrogant youth begging me on the bed, Pakin thought.
The thought should have satisfied Pakin, but instead, it made the young man, who hadn’t returned home in nearly a week, grow increasingly irritated.
No matter who I sleep with, I can’t get him out of my head, Pakin thought.
“Hmph, whenever you’re ready to pass him on, let me know. I’d gladly take your leftovers… oops, looks like I said the wrong thing,” Seen said, but before he finished, Pakin’s fierce eyes shot toward him, a glare that said he’d crossed a line.
Instead of fear, though, Seen found it amusing, seeing something he’d never witnessed before.
The more you’re possessive, the more I want to try him, Seen thought.
“Alright, alright, I won’t mess with what’s yours. Just enjoy yourself, and if you want a private spot, there—I’ve reserved a big room for you,” Seen said, nodding toward his staff at the entrance, signaling that if Pakin fancied anyone, he could get a key from them.
Then he slapped Pakin’s shoulder hard.
“Plenty of people are asking for you. Don’t disappoint the young men and young women,” Seen said. “I’m off to enjoy myself. See you at the gym.”
Seen waved goodbye and resumed hosting, his guests clearly handpicked with care.
Seen’s standards are high as always, Pakin thought, scanning the crowd. Everyone at the party wasn’t just wealthy or prominent but also attractive. And he wasn’t oblivious to the expectant gazes directed his way.
Pakin sipped his drink, his long legs striding toward an intriguing target—a few beautiful young women.
The sight made several young men sigh, knowing Pakin could have anyone, man or woman, but today, his target wasn’t the young men.
He’s avoiding anything that reminds him of that youth, Pakin thought to himself.
Not long after, buzzed from strong drinks and heady from the special cigarettes Seen provided, Pakin took three of the most beautiful young women at the party to a room, unaware that the youth he told to be good and wait at home… was still waiting.
***
Graph was in a foul mood—extremely foul.
“Where the hell did he go?!” Graph shouted.
Fuming, Graph peered through the window, only to find the approaching car wasn’t the one he wanted. It was the car of Win, the young model who’d been away for days. Graph’s slender frame slumped onto the sofa, utterly exasperated.
“Damn it! Where is he? He told me to be good, and I’m being good right here!” the rebellious youth, now fully recovered, said, pounding a cushion on the sofa to vent his frustration.
Yes, the young man who told him to be good hadn’t returned home in nearly a week.
Graph knew Pakin sometimes stayed elsewhere, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t have condos. Having followed him for years, how could Graph not know what those condos were for?
Is he sleeping with someone? Graph thought.
The thought made his lips press tightly together, a mix of anger and hurt. For the past week, he’d tried to be good as instructed—going to school every day since recovering, submitting assignments, taking exams, and not skipping classes. Janjao was thrilled, but was this the reward for his efforts?
“I’ve been good to death, and he doesn’t even care. Do I have to be bad to get noticed?” Graph said.
But if he acted badly, the looks he’d get would only be hateful.
Grab
Graph clutched the same cushion, hugging it tightly. From ready to rampage, he now sat dejectedly, wilting like an uncared-for plant.
The sight made the person entering chuckle.
“How long have you been like this?” Win asked, turning to the head housekeeper who’d called him back to the house.
Win had to return home because he couldn’t resist his mother’s nagging. He came to his cousin’s house because of a call from the housekeeper, who said…
“Khun Win, please keep Khun Graph company. He seems lonely,” the housekeeper said.
But only one person can ease that loneliness, Win thought.
“Pakin hasn’t come home?” Win asked, turning to the housekeeper, who looked troubled and nodded.
“Yes, Khrap. He hasn’t been back since Khun Win left, even though Khun Graph has fully recovered,” she said.
“Hmph,” Win said, chuckling softly, sensing something.
My capable cousin, running from this little youth? Win thought.
The young man who faced everything head-on had abandoned his home and this youth, escaping elsewhere. That made things twice as interesting.
“Go rest, Aunt. I’ll handle it,” Win said. The young model strode toward the youth sprawled on the sofa, clutching a cushion tightly, the television left on. From the look of it, the TV was watching him more than he was watching it.
Sinking
“Hey, Phîi Win,” Graph said, glancing up as the sofa dipped slightly beside him, greeting with a stiff tone. Win responded with a question.
“What are you watching?” Win asked.
“The drama after the news. Janjao said it’s fun, but I think it’s sappy—just slapping and fighting over men,” Graph said, exasperated, burying his face deeper into the sofa. To emphasize his boredom, he grabbed the remote, turned off the TV, and pressed his face into the sofa as if refusing to talk.
“Sulking?” Win asked.
Win couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. This youth wasn’t just lonely because his cousin was absent—he was sulking at Win too.
“No,” Graph said after a long pause. Left alone in the house, forced to return on time, attend school on time, and unable to slack off, he spoke in a heavy tone, still refusing to look up. This made the young model laugh heartily.
A genuine laugh, not pretense, as he scooted closer, ruffling Graph’s hair.
“Sorry for not keeping you company,” Win said.
“I said I’m not sulking!” Graph mumbled into the sofa, making Win laugh harder. His hand, ruffling Graph’s hair, switched to gentle stroking.
“Then let’s say I’m making up for it,” Win said. Graph finally lifted his head slightly, only to bury it back into the cushion.
“Why are you laughing like an idiot? I said I’m not sulking,” Graph insisted, fully sulking, making Win grin wider, genuinely fond of the youth before him. He couldn’t understand why his cousin hadn’t seen Graph’s charm all these years.
Who says Graph is hard to handle? If you know the way, it’s not difficult at all, Win thought.
“Are you fully recovered?” Win asked.
“Recovered,” Graph mumbled, his voice muffled. The pain from his last rough encounter had healed completely, though gym class soccer was still a bit awkward.
“Going to school every day?” Win asked.
“Yeah,” Graph replied.
“Eating all your meals and taking your medicine?” Win asked.
“Yeah,” Graph replied.
“And you know I’m worried about you, right?” Win said.
The youth about to say “yeah” fell silent. The sulking youth slowly sat up, hair disheveled, glancing at the young model briefly before looking down at his own hands.
“I’m alone in this house,” Graph said, his voice starting to reveal his true feelings as Win slid closer.
“Yeah,” Win said.
“Eating meals alone,” Graph said.
“Yeah,” Win said.
“It’s no different from being at my own place,” Graph said.
“Yeah,” Win said.
His tone was almost complaining. The handsome, rebellious youth looked up, meeting the eyes of the young man he was beginning to see as an older brother, and said softly, “It’s bloody fucking lonely, Phîi Win.”
If Graph had ears and a tail, they’d be drooping, showing just how lonely he felt. His handsome, slightly delinquent face resembled that of a small youth, his usually proud eyes dimming, his loud complaints turning into a pitiful tone that made Win sigh and respond with understanding.
“I’m sorry for leaving you alone,” Win said.
“You don’t need to apologize. It’s not your fault. The owner of this house doesn’t even care about me!” Graph said, his deep voice rising slightly at the mention of the other young man, his lips pursing.
“He told me to be good and wait, but I’ve been good to death, and he doesn’t care!” Graph said, visibly angry, though deep down, it was just loneliness. Win, who might not fully grasp how isolated this youth felt, was willing to try. He pulled Graph to lie across his lap.
“Hey, Phîi, I’m not a little one!” Graph protested.
“Lie down, or else!” Win said in a strong voice. Graph grumbled but complied, resting on the lap of the famous model as Win stroked his hair gently.
The touch felt comforting.
Both fell silent for a moment before Win spoke again.
“Are you still sleeping in Pakin’s room?” Win asked. The question made Graph pause, his pale cheeks flushing slightly.
“Janjao said I’m not allowed to move,” Graph said, recalling his close friend’s daily insistence.
“Even if you’re recovered, don’t move to another room. As long as he doesn’t kick you out, stay shamelessly in his room, got it?” Janjao had said.
It wasn’t just his friend’s urging. Graph knew if he moved back to the guest room, nothing would change. Since he had an excuse to stay in the master bedroom, he wanted to hold onto it until the owner kicked him out.
Sleeping in the big room means more chances to see Phîi Pakin, Graph thought.
“Good friend you’ve got,” Win said.
“Damn good, Phîi. Without Janjao, I’d probably have been expelled by now,” Graph said, opening up. He started talking more about school—friends, teachers, assignments, subjects—as if he’d been bottling it all up, with no one to listen before.
Though Win wasn’t one to care much about others’ affairs, this time he sat quietly, stroking Graph’s hair, watching the youth with dim eyes gradually smile wider, opening up more. Win couldn’t help but ask, “With someone so good right beside you, why go for an evil person?”
Thud
The evil person was none other than the owner of the house.
The question made Graph pause. For some reason, he shared something he’d never dared to before.
“Phîi Pakin was the first person to make me not feel lonely,” Graph said, turning to face Win’s stomach, wanting to burrow into the warmth but hesitating. He closed his eyes and said in a trembling voice, “No matter how many people come into my life, Phîi Pakin was the first to care about me… He used to be kinder, Phîi Win, so much kinder.”
Win didn’t respond, just kept stroking Graph’s hair. The youth seemed unable to continue, not because he didn’t want to, but because saying more would reveal his vulnerability. Silence enveloped the room, with only the young model stroking Graph’s hair until the youth, eyes brimming with tears, fell fast asleep.
Grab
Once certain Graph was asleep, Win pulled out his phone and called someone he didn’t want to contact—the other evil person.
“Chai, tell your boss if he doesn’t come home, I’ll set fire to every car in his showroom,” Win said.
His voice was cold, his eyes even colder.
Win hated—hated—those who toyed with others’ feelings.
***
It wasn’t until the next morning that Pakin received the message from his subordinate—a morning that left him in a sour mood.
Last night should have been a wild, freeing night, unleashing his raw desires and reveling in the festive evening. But in truth, no matter who he slept with or how many times he let go, he grew more dissatisfied.
And the reason for his dissatisfaction? It wasn’t him, Pakin thought.
“Khun Pakin… ahh… oh… ugh… gentler… please… I can’t… I can’t take it,” a young woman moaned.
Her shrill moans grated on his nerves. Others might find them sweet and arousing, but to him, they were the opposite. With three young women on his bed, indulging in his desires, their desperate moans should have thrilled him, but instead, they irritated him more.
At least I could still finish, Pakin thought.
The feeling of “not right” led him to compare them to someone else.
A delicate body, trembling husky moans, unfeigned reactions—so different.
Though they all begged for mercy, the feeling was entirely different.
“Khun Pakin, let’s have fun again next time,” a young woman said, her curvy body pressing against his back, slender hands stroking his broad chest seductively, her beautiful face resting on his shoulder. It might enchant many men, but…
Whoosh
“Still thinking there’ll be a next time?” Pakin asked.
Gasp!
His sharp eyes glared, making the young woman flinch. Pakin, hastily dressed, grabbed his things and stormed out of the room, ignoring everyone. His irritation grew when he saw the message his subordinate left.
“What the hell is this nonsense?” Pakin muttered.
[“I don’t know, Khrap. Khun Win called me, that’s all. When I called back, his phone was off. I asked Aunt Kaew, and she said he slept at the main house last night,”] the subordinate replied.
The subordinate was as confused as Pakin, who cursed, hung up, and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat. Already feeling unfulfilled from the night, he now had to deal with his cousin’s nonsense. Though he planned to avoid home for a while, Pakin shifted gears, floored the accelerator, and sped his luxury car toward the house where he’d left that youth.
It didn’t take long on the early morning roads. The sleek car pulled up to the entrance, and Pakin stormed into the house, intent on confronting Win about daring to threaten his prized cars. But…
“Khun Win left early this morning,” the head housekeeper said politely.
“What?!” Pakin shouted, ready to explode, making the housekeeper lower her head.
“Yes, Khrap. He had work and left early,” she said.
“Damn it! Playing mind games, are we?” Pakin said heavily, grabbing his phone to call the young man who’d summoned him home, only to vanish. No matter how many times he called, no one answered. Calling his aunt’s house confirmed Win wasn’t there either.
“Chai, where’s Win?” Pakin demanded.
He called Chai, who knew everything about his cousin, but Chai needed time to track him down—not fast enough for Pakin, who was ready to storm out again.
“Khun Pakin!” the housekeeper called urgently.
Whoosh
His sharp eyes turned to her, prompting her to speak quickly.
“Won’t you see Khun Graph?” she asked.
“…No need,” Pakin said, pausing briefly, intending to leave.
Grab
“Please, Khrap. Khun Graph is so lonely. At least let him see your face. I’m begging you,” the housekeeper said, grabbing his wrist with a pleading tone. If it were anyone else, Pakin would have snapped, but as she’d helped raise him, he cooled slightly.
And cooled more at the word… lonely.
“Please, Khun Pakin. Khun Graph has been very good—going to school every day, eating every meal, taking his medicine, but always alone. Khun Win is back, but you’re not here, and Chai hasn’t come either. Please, just let him see you,” the housekeeper pleaded. Pakin pulled his hand free, her words stirring concern for the youth, but…
“Just checking on him is enough, right?” Pakin asked.
“Yes! Thank you, Khun Pakin!” the housekeeper said, relieved, watching him grumble but turn toward the stairs.
“Why’s everyone siding with that youth?” Pakin muttered.
The housekeeper smiled widely, whispering softly, “If Khun Pakin opened your heart, you’d know why everyone sides with Khun Graph.”
Pakin headed to the guest room first, but finding it empty, he frowned, nearly asking where the rebellious youth he was supposed to check on was. Then it hit him, and his long legs carried him to the master bedroom he hadn’t returned to in a week.
And there was the one he was looking for…
“Sleeping soundly, huh?” Pakin said with a slight sneer, his morning irritation flaring as the youth everyone said was lonely slept peacefully, as if without a care. But as his sharp eyes settled on the figure curled up in the middle of the large bed, he calmed.
He looks… kind of pitiful, Pakin thought.
The youth, though fast asleep, was curled into a tight ball, blanket up to his neck, seemingly hugging himself, face buried in the pillow on the large bed with dark sheets. It truly gave a sense of loneliness.
Sigh
The thought made the powerful young man sigh heavily, sitting on the bed’s edge, gazing at the handsome profile of the youth.
Silence lingered for a moment before his large hand gently stroked Graph’s hair, and his deep voice spoke.
“Sorry,” Pakin said.
Sorry for breaking my word, Pakin thought.
Sorry for telling you to wait but not coming back. And sorry… for leaving you lonely, Pakin thought.
His hand rested on the messy hair, watching the youth who, asleep, seemed harmless. The turmoil in his heart eased. His fingertips slid to Graph’s pale cheek, lingering briefly, feeling the soft, warm skin… the untouched skin of youth.
It was purer, more inviting to touch, until…
Sinking
Pakin’s tall frame lay beside him, pulling the groggy youth, who only mumbled softly in protest, into his arms. He glanced at the pale profile briefly before burying his face in the dark hair.
Much better, Pakin thought.
The faint shampoo scent was far better than the overpowering perfumes he’d endured all night. Intending only to talk to his cousin, Pakin closed his eyes, tightening his hold on the slender, slightly awkward frame of the youth. Not soft and curvy like the young women, but warm and oddly comforting. His deep voice whispered, “You’re in my room, Nai, so you’re my pillow, got it, you rebellious youth?”
The selfish tone, if Graph heard it, would surely melt his heart to this evil person again.
Words declaring this warm pillow… belonged to someone.
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