Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 35 - The Strong Pig.

 

A tall, slim man with a delicate frame, his hair dyed a pink-grey, stood at the front. His almond-shaped eyes, slightly drooping at the corners, gave his face a sweet and gentle appearance. He smiled and greeted all the students before his gaze landed on the new, small-framed student. Even though a mask covered most of his face, those large, striking onyx eyes were unmistakable.

 

Maintaining his professionalism, he refrained from making any personal remarks and instead introduced himself.

 

"Hello, everyone. It looks like we have a couple of new members in today's class. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Mathukorn, but you can call me Honey. Since we only have an hour, and even though this is a beginner's course, I won't go into the history of aerial yoga. I trust everyone has done some basic research. Alright... everyone, please stand up. We'll start with a warm-up. Aerial yoga combines asanas with ballet, using the hammock as a support to help stretch and strengthen our muscles."

 

Samut followed Mathukorn's instructions diligently. Thanks to his gymnastics background and his daily habit of stretching before showering, he found the poses less difficult than he'd thought. However, stretching for fifteen minutes on his own was vastly different from a full hour of training, which included muscle tension akin to body-weight training. By the end of the session, he was thoroughly worn out.

 

After the class ended, Samut changed back into his work clothes without showering, as he hadn't sweated much and planned to shower again once he got back to the condo. When he stepped out of the changing room, he saw Mathukorn still in his yoga attire.

 

"Hello, we've met before at the shoe store, haven't we?" Mathukorn greeted him first.

 

Samut nodded before introducing himself. "Yes, we have. My name is Samut, but my nickname is Ocean. You can just call me O. I'm from Hat Yai, a university friend of Oat's, and we're now working at the same place. It's nice to officially meet you, Teacher."

 

"Nice to meet you too. But outside of class, just call me P'Honey. No need to call me Teacher, Honey said warmly, amused by the detailed introduction. "So, why did you decide to move to Bangkok for work?"

 

"I wanted to gain experience... and, well, I followed my friend here," Samut replied, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He quickly added, worried Honey might misunderstand, "

 

'But I'm not following him anymore. Oat already beat me to it by getting a boyfriend first."

 

Mathukorn led the smaller man out of the changing room. Though he wanted to ask something, he knew it wasn't appropriate, so he simply said, "Since you're close friends with Oat, I want to get to know you better. Can I add you on LINE?" Samut pulled out his phone. "If I add you, can I ask you yoga questions?"

 

Mathukorn chuckled softly, his beautiful face oddly captivating in its charm. "Of course, I'd be happy to help." 

 

After exchanging LINE and Facebook details, the yoga instructor asked, "So, where are you headed next?"

 

"I'm going to the lounge... I've got a date with my soon-to- be boyfriend," Samut said with a wide, squinty-eyed grin.

 

"Oh, in that case, let me walk you there."

 

When they reached the lounge, they saw Wonchana already waiting. The small-framed man cheerfully ran over to him. "P'Win, have you been waiting long?"

 

"Not that long. I just got here. Do you want some water?" Wonchana stood up and took Samut’s backpack. The smaller man handed it over, then stepped aside and gestured toward Mathukorn, who had followed him. "Not yet... P'Win, this is P’Honey. He's my yoga instructor." Samut’s cheeks flushed as he introduced the taller man. 

 

"....' Honey, this is P’Win, my future boyfriend."

 

Wonchana turned his gaze to Mathukorn. Just from the hair colour and eyes, he recognised they'd met at the shoe store before. The younger Mathukorn greeted first. "Hello... we've met at the shoe store before."

 

"Hello, nice to meet you... So, how's your new student doing?" Wonchana asked, changing the subject as he draped an arm around Samut’s shoulders.

 

Mathukorn chuckled softly. "O is very talented. He's very flexible and has great mobility, but his strength is a bit lacking. With consistent practice, he'll improve. He'll gain both strength and focus."

 

Samut pouted... Why did it feel like he was reporting to my parents?

 

"Well, I haven't practised in a long time! My arms are still trembling," the student protested with a sulky tone, making both the teacher and the parent laugh.

Mathukorn decided to excuse himself, leaving them to spend time together... Other matters could wait.

 

Samut watched Mathukorn leave, lost in thought, until Wonchana handed him a clear glass of lemon-infused water and asked, "Did you have fun?"

 

"So much fun! I suuuper loved it," Samut replied, dragging out his words as he took the glass and sipped happily, forgetting his earlier thoughts about Mathukorn.

 

"Then let's come more often. So, what do you feel like eating today?"

 

"Hmm... What do you usually eat, P'Win?"

 

"I'm easy. If my mom cooks, I eat at home. If not, just stop at whatever place I come across. I've eaten so much that I'm bored with many places. Let's go with what you want to eat," the tall man said, indulging him.

 

"Then I want noodles."

 

The generous man laughed. He'd discovered another of his Chihuahua's favourite foods.

 

"Alright, let's go to Yaowarat. Do you want crab noodles like last time, or roasted duck noodles, or red pork noodles? There are many shops we can choose from."

 

"Red pork noodles sound good."

 

"How about red pork buns too?" the generous man suggested. Samut nodded enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling.

 

"Yaaas!"

..If it means being a strong pig, this Samut is totally okay with it!

 

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As the large Ducati roared down Rama IV Road and turned left onto Yaowarat Road, the passenger was captivated by the illuminated Chinese-Thai cultural arch and the golden spire of Wat Traimit.

 

"It's so beautiful," the Hat Yai boy exclaimed in awe. This is Wat Traimit or Traimit Temple. Inside the main hall is a golden Buddha statue that's listed in the Guinness Book of Records," the local guy explained through the intercom.

 

"Can we go inside?"

 

"The temple is closed now. We'd have to come during the day. It's close by, so we can visit another time. I'll also take you to Wat Leng Noei Yi," Wonchana said, referring to the Mangkon Kamalawat Temple on Charoen Krung Road, which was parallel to Yaowarat Road. The smaller man agreed cheerfully.

 

As they entered Yaowarat Road, the traffic wasn't as congested as during the day, but the streets were bustling with people. Cars with hazard lights on were parked along the roadside as their drivers bought food from street vendors, forcing Wonchana to slow down.

 

That's when Samut noticed something interesting-a kway chap stall serving a kind of noodle soup, with a long line of customers, including Grab and Line Man delivery riders in green uniforms.

...lt must be yum-yum.

 

"P'Win!" Samut’s voice was dripping with cute pleading.

 

"Yes?" the driver responded as he braked for the car ahead.

 

"I changed my mind. Can we have kway chap from that stall?" The small hand waved toward the stall they'd just passed.

 

Wonchana glanced back and laughed. "Sure, let me find a good parking spot first."

 

Once they found a spot, Wonchana took Samut’s hand and led him back to the stall. Along the way, the Hat Yai boy couldn't stop glancing at the rows of food and dessert stalls lining the street, his curiosity piqued by everything he saw. That looks tasty. Oh, that one looks good too.

 

"There's so much food!" the glutton exclaimed joyfully.

 

The part-time food tour guide chuckled. "If you see something you want, let me know. Some stalls might have a queue, so we can order ahead."

 

"Okay, but let's get kway chap first."

 

Then, they passed another kway chap stall, equally crowded.

 

“This stall is crowded too."

 

Samut looked at the stall. The aroma of the soup wafted through the air. Stacks of pink and blue plastic bowls were piled high, and trays of pork slices, crispy pork, and offal were neatly arranged.

 

Wonchana explained, "This stall is one of the originals. It's been around for years and even earned a Michelin star several times. The soup here is spicier with a stronger pepper flavour. But the first stall you pointed to also has delicious crispy pork. Which one do you want to try?"

 

"Do you usually eat spicy food, P'Win?" Samut was concerned for the one paying for his meal. Wonchana smiled warmly. Beyond his knack for bargaining, Samut man was considerate and not picky. He knew Samut enjoyed bold flavours but could still eat milder dishes without complaint.

 

"I can handle this level of spiciness, but I can't handle squid dipping sauce levels of heat."

 

"Then let's go with this stall," he said with a sweet smile.

 

Once they secured a table by the roadside and placed their order, the Hat Yai boy looked around. "There's so much food here. Hat Yai doesn't have anything like this. The variety isn't as great either."

 

“What did you usually do back in Hat Yai?"

 

Samut immediately held out his hand when he saw Wonchana pull a bottle of hand sanitiser from his bag. After the taller man squeezed some onto his hand, he answered, "Not much, really. I'd go to school, hang out at the mall, and then go home. Sometimes my brother would take me out to eat at the local markets. Oh, and he once took me drinking at a bar when I was in eleventh grade. Other than that, it was mostly nature spots."

 

Once their hands were clean, the chrysanthemum tea was served.

 

"Are you heading back home for New Year's?" the Bangkok native asked.

 

"I'm planning to. It's so convenient these days-just a quick one-and-a-half-hour flight. But it's a pity I only get four days off since I can't take any extra leave yet, Samut replied.

 

"Can I tag along?"

 

Samut’s eyes widened, but before he could say a word, their steaming bowls of kway chap arrived. Yet, the warmth of the food couldn't rival the sudden rush of warmth that surged through his chest. It was a simple sentence, one that didn't need much explanation, but Samut still found himself at a loss for words.

Once the server had walked away, the Hat Yai boy finally asked, 'What would you even do there? There's not much to see or do.

 

Wonchana reached out and gently held Samut's small hand, his confidence shining through. "I'll go introduce myself to your mom and say hello to P'Sea. Would that be okay?" 

 

The earnest tone in his voice made Samut feel even more flustered than the large hand enveloping his own. He froze for a moment, recalling how he'd spent the previous night reflecting deeply on his feelings. He'd come to understand and feel pretty confident about them. While he couldn't yet say for sure if what he felt was love, one thing was undeniable—he liked this man a lot. And he knew he'd regret it deeply if he didn't open his heart and give this a chance. 

 

With that thought, the smaller man smiled, turning his hand over to gently squeeze the warm hand holding his.

....And then, he made one of the most significant decisions of his life.

 

"Of course, you can come. And if you manage to win over my mom and P'Sea, when we're back in Bangkok, I'll treat you to omakase at ten thousand baht per head."

 

Wonchana immediately caught the meaning behind those words. It meant all that was left was to pass the tests of the mom and the older brother. But letting himself be treated would tarnish his reputation as a generous boss. Brimming with confidence that he'd clear those hurdles with ease, the tall man cleared his throat and softened his voice.

 

"You don't need to treat me. Just agree to come eat with me, and I'll take care of everything."