Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 25. Which Part of That Wasn't Sincere

 

Wonchana immediately turned to look at the small figure, whose skin was starting to flush red as he scratched his armpit. His large hand immediately grabbed the smaller one to stop him from scratching.

 

"Don't scratch. Just hold on a bit. I'll take you to the hospital."

 

"But it's so itchy!" The smaller man began squirming against the seat.

 

"Just a little longer, hang in there," Wonchana said, glancing at the road before swiftly turning the wheel to make a U-turn. Luckily, there was no median on this road, and his car was already in the right lane. The traffic was light, so it took less than ten minutes to reach a luxurious private hospital in the Khlong Tan area.

 

After the doctor conducted a preliminary examination and took a medical history, the diagnosis was clear:

...Samut was allergic to alcohol.

 

"But I've had alcohol before and nothing happened," Samut protested, worried he'd never get to enjoy that delicious umeshu again.

 

"Different drinks have different ingredients. If you want to know exactly what you're allergic to, you'd need to undergo detailed allergy testing," said the doctor.

 

Samut was then given an antihistamine injection. While the nurse prepared the medication and syringe, the restless little man was instructed to sit on the examination bed.

 

Samut climbed onto the bed as instructed, then looked at the older man standing beside him. His dark, glassy eyes were teary. His cold, small hand tugged at the larger one, pulling it closer as he whispered anxiously, "P'Win, I'm scared of needles." 

 

Wonchana squeezed the smaller hand in reassurance, stepping closer and cradling Samut’s head against his chest.

 

"Don't be scared. I'm right here with you."

 

When the doctor approached with the syringe, Wonchana noticed the smaller man squeezing his eyes tightly shut.

 

Everyone in the room could tell how tense he was right away, his entire body stiff with fear.

 

"Relax, it'll only hurt a little," the doctor said kindly.

 

Samut wanted to glare at the doctor so badly.

...That's easy for you to say! You're not the one getting jabbed!

 

But all he could do was bury his face into P'Win's chest. And when the needle pierced his skin...

 

"Eep!" The Chihuahua let out a pitiful whimper, prompting Wonchana to gently stroke his head in comfort.

 

"You did great. The itchiness will go away soon, and then we can head home,” the doctor reassured him.

 

The patient gave the doctor a slightly sulky wai before Wonchana led him out to the waiting area. He took care of the check and collected the prescribed ointment. Once they returned to the condo, Wonchana placed the shopping bags on the counter and turned to the smaller man, who had been unusually quiet the entire ride back.

 

"I'm sorry. This is all my fault," Wonchana apologised.

 

Samut looked up at him. "It's not your fault, P'Win. Even I didn't know this before, either."

 

"Does it still itch a lot?" Wonchana lifted the smaller man's arm to inspect it. The rash had subsided significantly, though some scratch marks remained.

 

"It's not really that itchy anymore, but I'm starting to feel sleepy."

 

"Then go take a shower and get some rest. I'll put everything away for you."

 

"Just leave it for now. We can sort it out tomorrow," Samut replied, glancing at the bags before reaching for the ones containing cologne and medication.

 

Seeing this, Wonchana quickly advised, "Take the cologne upstairs, but don't use it yet. Wait until your skin heals; they can irritate your skin."

 

"Okay... Thank you, P'Win... Thank you... for everything," Samut said, before throwing his arms around the taller man in a tight, heartfelt hug. Then he grabbed the bags and dashed up to his room.

...While the one who had been hugged stood there, watching him go with a warmth in his chest.

════[changbins_delulu_wife]════

After showering and changing, Samut heard his LINE notification go off. When he saw the sender's name, he hesitated for a long moment before finally deciding to open the message and reply.

...Because never run away from problems.

 

Oat: O, let's hang out tomorrow.

I can't. Got a rash. : Ocean

[Send a photo of his rash-covered arm]: Ocean

Oat: What happened?

Just a mild food allergy.: Ocean

Oat: Then I'll come to your condo,

No need. It's not convenient.: Ocean

Oat: But I'm worried about you.

Oat: You're alone.

Oat: What if something happens to you?

It's fine. P' Win is here.: Ocean

Oat: Mr Vice President?

Oat: So you're dating now?

Not exactly.: Ocean

Oat: Why do you trust someone you've only just met?

Oat: Do you really think someone like him would be sincere with you?

 

The now gecko-skinned man didn't know how to respond. Instead, he pulled a blanket over himself and buried his face in

 

...Why do I trust P'Win so much?

....But I do sense his sincerity.

 

Someone insincere wouldn't go to such lengths to care for him, bringing him food and medicine. And then there was that gentle behaviour, whether at the parking lot or the hospital.

...Which part of that wasn't sincere?

 

Samut flipped onto his stomach and typed a reply.

 

P'Sea vouched for him: Ocean

P' Win is P'Sea's junior: Ocean

 

And he's been taking really good care of me.: Ocean

Oat: Fine. Consider this a warning.

Thanks for worrying about me.: Ocean

Oat: I really do care about you, O.

I'll be fine.: Ocean

I'm sleepy now. See you at work.: Ocean

Oat: Get well soon. Sweet dreams.

 

Samut didn't reply again. He didn't even send a farewell sticker like he usually did. Instead, he pressed his lips together in thought. If this had been three days ago, he might've been giddy that Oat was showing concern. But now, the image of Oat in his mind was no longer that of a perfect gentleman. He could sense the insincerity in those words.

...And what about P'Win? How long would his sincerity last?

 

Suddenly, a wave of uncertainty washed over him. Just then, his LINE notification went off again...

 

Win: You in bed yet? Don't forget the ointment.

Already did.: Ocean

 

Win: Do you feel unwell in any other way?

Win: Do you have a fever?

Win: That's good. Get some rest then.

I don't feel anything. : Ocean

P' Win.: Ocean

Win: Yes?

 

Samut typed that with a confused heart but didn't know what to ask next. After a moment, there was a knock at the door, and Samut called out for the person to enter. Wonchana walked in and sat on the edge of the bed.

 

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uneasy?"

"A little."

 

But Samut couldn't bring himself to ask how long the other man would stay sincere. He lowered his gaze and sighed. Seeing this, Wonchana didn't press him further. Instead, he gently stroked Samut’s head, resting on the large pillow, in a comforting way.

 

"Have you heard the saying, 'This too shall pass'? Everything-even this-will eventually pass. And something new will come. But something new like me? I won't pass you by so easily, alright? You can relax."

 

Samut’s full lips curved into a beautiful smile, and his worries eased at the warmth of those words and tone.

 

"Okay. Thank you again, P'Win."

"Get some sleep so you can recover quickly."

"Good night, P'Win."

"Good night, O."

 

Wonchana pulled the large blanket up to Samut's chest, turned off the lights, and left for the smaller bedroom. Samut closed his eyes, quickly drifted off to sleep, and completely forgot to report what happened today to his brother.

 

Sirichok set his phone down with a sour expression.

 

...Samut definitely changed.

...And it was all because of that vice president.

 

A surge of possessiveness and regret over what he once took for granted filled Sirichok's heart. Samut couldn't belong to someone else. He had to make those puppy-like, adoring eyes look at him the same way again.

 

"Have you been waiting long?" Mathukorn's voice asked as he walked in wearing a bathrobe, settling into the embrace of his lover, who had been lying in wait.

 

"If it's you, Honey, I'd wait forever," Sirichok replied, pulling the fragrant man closer.

 

"You sweet talker."

 

"Have you tasted just how sweet it is?" Sirichok asked, nuzzling into the pale neck.

 

"I tasted it a long time ago, but I've forgotten what it tasted like."

 

Their lips met again, tasting each other anew. Sirichok untied the bathrobe's knot, revealing the flawless body beneath. And he vented his frustration on Mathukorn with more intensity than ever before.

 

════[changbins_delulu_wife]════

 

In the small bedroom, a large hand scrolling through photos to post on Facebook froze as the phone vibrated with an incoming call.

...Chonlatee.

 

"Hello, P'Sea," Wonchana answered.

 

‘Are you with O? Why isn't he answering his phone?' The stern voice immediately questioned.

 

"He's at the condo, but he's in his room. He's probably asleep by now."

 

'Oh, really... Then why didn't he call me today?' 

 

The muttering sounded more like Chonlatee was talking to himself than asking Wonchana. Wonchana swallowed nervously.

..Am I about to get yelled at for taking his little brother out drinking?

 

"Uh, well, I took him out for Japanese food, and the course included umeshu. Turns out he's allergic to alcohol. But I already took him to the hospital, and the doctor gave him a shot. No need to worry, P'Sea."

 

The person on the other line paused briefly before replying evenly.

‘Oh, thanks for taking care of him. I won't bother you anymore.'

 

After Chonlatee hung up, Wonchana couldn't help but smile.

...He acts all tough, like a strict, overbearing big brother, but deep down, he's just worried about his little brother.

 

With that thought, Wonchana returned to selecting photos to post on Facebook. He chose a video Samut had recorded, trimming it to a short segment that only showed himself. He muted the audio and added music instead. He regretted not being able to include the interview audio, in which he mentioned he was courting someone, because the show hadn't aired yet.

 

Wonchana uploaded the video with a caption:

 'Did an interview for a show today. Thanks to @Ocean Samutr for this video.'

 

He then spent some time deciding which photo to post next.

 

...Hmm, should I post the selfie from the Japanese restaurant? No, he hasn't approved it yet. If he gets upset, that'd be trouble.

...Let's go with the photo where I used my arm to show how big the prawn is.

 

‘Why does my little prawn look smaller than yours @Ocean Samut, even though it's the same one?'

 

After posting, Wonchana set his phone down and picked up a 5,000-baht Polaroid photo to admire it, smiling to himself.

 

Then he turned off the lights and went to bed, feeling content.

 

...With posts like these, my claim is clear.

...His best friend doesn't stand a chance!