Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 51 - P'Win's Flaws

 

As they climbed to the second level of the waterfall, some members of the group chatted intermittently with the guide, while others carried action cameras, narrating into them as they walked. Samut held his camera, capturing the scenery, while Wonchana kept an arm around his waist, guiding him along the path.

 

During this time, the foreigner approached them to introduce himself. They learned his name was Jacques, a Thai-French guy.

 

"Are you both from Songkhla?"

Jacques's Thai was impressively fluent.

 

"I'm from Hat Yai, and my boyfriend here is from Bangkok," The Hat Yai native replied, earning a loving smile from the Bangkokian.

..So much for waiting until the omakase dinner to make it official.

 

Samut then asked, "And where are you from, P'Shark?"

 

"Shark?"

 

The Frenchman looked puzzled for a moment before laughing.

 

"Oh, this shark lives in Bangkok. I'm a journalist by profession, but I've been creating travel content with friends for the past two years. Soon, though, I'll have to return to my office in Bangkok. They've called me back."

 

When Samut learned that Jacques's news agency was located near Sathorn Road, he enthusiastically mentioned his own workplace, including his boyfriend's position as vice president.

 

Jacques's eyes widened. "No wonder! I thought you looked familiar, Mr Win. So you're the young executive of Atcharangkul!"

 

Jacques and Wonchana hit it off immediately, especially after discovering that the Atcharangkul heir was also a motorbike enthusiast. "So you're part of P'Ong's crew? But why haven't I seen your photos in the group?"

 

On Facebook, there was a tight-knit community for motorbike lovers. However, due to Wonchana's responsibilities, he mostly lurked, occasionally answering questions when he had time, but rarely engaging in casual chats.

 

"I've been busy with work lately, so I haven't taken any trips. But there were photos of me before.... back when I hadn't dyed my hair," Wonchana explained

 

"What made you dye your hair, P'Win? Going gray already?"

The little one, who had paused his photo-taking to listen, teased with a mischievous grin. Samut’s teasing earned him a lighthearted tickle to the waist from the taller man, making him laugh and squirm. But the other arm of the mischievous boyfriend held him steady, preventing him from falling.

 

"I'm not old yet! It was just last month when I got a haircut, and the stylist suggested a colour change to freshen things up, maybe bring some good vibes for the new year."

 

Wonchana's gaze softened as he looked at Samut.

"And I did get something good out of it. But I probably won't do it again. It took half a day, and my butt was sore from sitting so long. Plus, I have to keep maintaining it to prevent damage."

 

"But you look so cool with it! When I first saw you, I was stunned by how handsome you were," Samut admitted

 

"Handsome like a delivery biker, you mean?" the handsome man poked back.

 

Jacques watched the couple's playful banter with a tinge of envy.

..I want a boyfriend, too, damn it.

 

Even though Wonchana noticed Jacques occasionally glancing at Samut, the Frenchman's demeanour remained polite. Thus, Wonchana felt no real jealousy. Because the little one's feelings for him were already clear enough.

 

The group's climb to Ton Nga Chang was quite challenging. Some sections were steep, with little to hold onto, and at certain points, the guides had to lend a hand to pull the tourists up. 

 

Wonchana tucked Samut's camera into his backpack and held onto the small hand firmly, never letting go. But when they finally reached the top, everyone felt rewarded by the breathtaking beauty of nature.

 

The filming crew set up their tripods at various spots, quietly taking photos. Some recorded summaries into their cameras as they worked, each with their own channel and unique content style, though they travelled together and shared information.

 

After Samut finished taking photos of the surroundings, he turned to invite the taller man for a selfie. Jacques, noticing this, offered to take a couple's photo for them. Wonchana wrapped his arms around Samut, with the stunning waterfall as their backdrop. Samut hugged the taller man's slim waist in return, amid occasional teasing remarks from the group. By the time they descended the waterfall around noon, everyone exchanged contact information.

"Let's meet up in Bangkok sometime," Jacques suggested to his new friends.

 

"Sure," Wonchana replied. Having connections with a journalist could be quite useful. Sometimes, a little media support could make all the difference in business ventures. After parting ways and getting into the car, Wonchana turned to the local guide beside him.

 

"What should we eat?"

 

He didn't bother asking if Samut was hungry. It was already past noon, and the little one, cheeks flushed from the climb, looked famished. The small figure was sipping the last of his cocoa noisily, the sound of air escaping the straw echoing in the car.

 

"Can you eat rice salad with budu sauce?" the hungry one asked.

 

"I've had it twice, but it was probably not authentic," Wonchana admitted.

 

"Then let's try it here. There's a place not far from here, and we can grab some dessert in the city afterwards," Samut suggested.

 

Wonchana agreed and started the car, heading back the way they came. When they arrived at a small, charmingly decorated roadside eatery, Samut pointed out where to park. Once seated at a high bar table, the little one took charge of ordering, as the menu was quite limited.

 

They ordered two servings of rice salad, along with pan-fried eggs, shumai, and fried chicken wings to share. For drinks, Samut chose hot black tea with a hint of sweetness.

 

"If you're eating rice salad, they say not to drink coffee afterwards, it'll taste bitter. Hot black tea without milk is better; it enhances the flavours," Samut explained happily. His thoughts briefly wandered to the past. If he'd come here with Sirichok, they probably wouldn't have visited a place like this.

 

..That man preferred air-conditioned, comfortable restaurants.

..He never indulged or pampered him as P'Win did.

 

Everything he'd learned or experienced on trips like this came from his older brother. People were strange that way-when you're in love, you overlook flaws. But once the love fades, those flaws become glaringly obvious. And what about P'Win?

 

...Does he have any flaws I'm overlooking?

 

"Why are you looking at me like that? What's on your mind?" Wonchana asked when their eyes met. Samut let out a deep sigh before answering honestly,

 

"I was just thinking... Does love really make people blind? Why do things we once thought were fine suddenly become flaws when the love fades?"

 

The older man, with more life experience, understood what the little one meant. He gently cupped Samut’s cheek and explained, "That's normal. Love is a kind of bias, a special partiality toward someone. But we can be aware of it. You have to examine your own feelings. Ask yourself: Do you see those things as flaws? If you do, can you accept them? Or do you not see them as flaws but have to endure them anyway? Most people fall into the latter category, which is why so many couples break up."

 

He paused to let the little one process his words. "No one in this world is perfect. Everyone has good points and bad ones. I have them, and so do you. I see yours, but I think I can handle them because I love you. It's not that I don't see your flaws because I love you."

 

Samut’s eyes widened, not just because of the direct confession of love, but because he grasped the distinction in Wonchana's explanation. The only problem was...he hadn't noticed any flaws in P'Win yet.

 

"I haven't seen any flaws in you, P'Win," the little one admitted with embarrassment. The larger hand rested gently on his soft hair, stroking it lightly.

 

“I think I sometimes make decisions quickly, not impulsively, but I'm used to giving orders. Do you ever feel uncomfortable around me?"

 

Samut shook his head. "Not really uncomfortable, but sometimes when you give me a lot of money, I feel awkward."

 

"You can stop feeling awkward about that. I already told you. I'm looking for someone to help me spend my money."

 

Wonchana chuckled softly as a thought crossed his mind. "But now P'Sea has forbidden me from giving you money. So, when we get back, I'll get you more cards instead, okay?"

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At a quiet café in a Bangkok mall, a tall, slim man with delicate features and light grey-framed glasses was scrolling through his phone. His half-finished iced drink had melted, the condensation pooling on the table, requiring a napkin underneath. His two-toned grey-pink hair stood out, catching the eye of a sweet-faced woman approaching from afar. Jenjira walked over to the table and greeted him.

 

"Are you Mr Honey?"

 

Mathukorn looked up at the stunning but somewhat weary-looking woman and replied,

 

"Yes, and you must be Ms Jenjira?"

 

"I thought you were lying about not having plans with Oat today," she said, sitting down across from him without waiting for an invitation.

 

"I didn't think you'd actually come. I thought Oat was with you."

 

"He did make plans with me today, but I cancelled."

 

"He told me he was taking his mom to the doctor," Mathukorn said.

 

Jenjira looked at the man's face, too beautiful for a man, and sighed. Even with glasses partially obscuring his eyes, she could tell he'd been crying a lot. She herself had had more time to come to terms with things than he had, but she'd cried so much she didn't know how to cry anymore. Thankfully, her parents were busy exchanging gifts and hadn't noticed her unusual behaviour.

 

"His mom's fine. She's perfectly healthy," Jenjira revealed.

 

Mathukorn froze... Could I be any more foolish?

 

"So where is he?" the beautiful man murmured. Jenjira paused for a moment before speculating, "Could he have someone else?"

 

"So, what do you plan to do?" Mathukorn asked, sounding lost. Jenjira looked at the man in front of her. The pain of being wronged seemed to lessen slightly when she saw someone else sharing the same fate. Though she still had lingering feelings for that man, the disappointment, anger, and resentment had completely taken over her heart. She studied the man before her thoughtfully.

 

..Maybe this won't be so hard to discuss.

..Because someone has to pay for this.

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Sirichok decided to spend this Friday with Nittaya, as post-New Year's orders were about to come in. He took her on the Skytrain to a mall in Bang Khae and then to a cosy spot near her home for some intimate time. By the afternoon, his phone vibrated with an incoming call.

…Jenjira.

 

He pressed the button to silence it, but didn't decline the call. He'd just say he was napping later. Turning back to the woman lying beside him, he whispered in her ear, "Yaya, I think I need to head back now. My relatives are coming over to celebrate at home, and I need to help my mom. But next year, I'll take you to meet my family, okay?"

 

Nittaya turned her bare body to drape herself over him and replied, "Alright. Take care. I'm visiting my relatives tomorrow, too. Want to come along?"

 

"Oh, I don't think I'll be able to wake up in time. Plus, your relatives will probably stay another day, right? Let's save it for the next holiday. Your family seems to have reunions often anyway. I'll meet them another time," he deflected.

 

"Fine," she agreed, adding, "You can leave first. I'll just lie here for a bit. Don't want to head home right away."

 

"You take care, too, okay? Be safe," he said. She nodded, and once Sirichok finished dressing and left the modestly priced apartment, he let out a sigh and hailed a taxi. After giving the driver his destination, his phone rang again. This time, he decided to answer.

 

"What's up, Honey?"

 

"Are you done taking your mom to the doctor?"

 

"Yeah, I'm in a taxi heading home. Let's meet tomorrow, okay?"

 

"I just wanted to let you know that something urgent came up. Someone's hired me to teach a special class in Muang Thong Thani. I won't be able to meet you tomorrow."

 

"Oh, really? Is it a private class? Want me to come along?"

 

"It's not private. Don't worry about it, Oat," Mathukorn chuckled softly.

 

"Can we reschedule for Sunday?"

 

Sirichok hesitated.. Who did I plan to meet on Sunday? Oh, right, Jen. And Monday is Yaya's turn. What should I do? Waiting until Tuesday would be too long-Honey might get upset. Finally, he decided.

 

"Alright, let's meet on Sunday then."

 

.. I'll move Jenjira to Saturday. Perfect.

He followed up with some sweet words.

"I miss you, Honey."

 

"Hmm, I miss you too, Oat. See you then."

 

After Mathukorn hung up, Sirichok sighed... Finally, everything is back in order. I'll call Jenjira to smooth things over once I get home. Leaning back against the taxi seat, he closed his eyes.

Too bad he'd never learned how calm the sea could be before a storm.

 

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At a dessert café in downtown Hat Yai, the little one stood staring at the extensive menu of sweets for so long that Wonchana started chuckling. "Do you think this hard when you're taking exams, O?"

 

The indecisive one turned to glare at him but answered honestly, "Exams are way easier, I'm telling you. P'Win, please help me pick a bingsu topping. You're gonna help me eat it anyway."

 

The one obligated to help eat laughed softly, leaning his arm on the smaller shoulder as he bent down to look at the menu. The colourful array of bingsu options would surely make any diabetes doctor roll their eyes. Wonchana began eliminating choices one by one.

 

"Let's skip the mango sticky rice, shokupan with pandan custard, and anything with caramel, custard, or cream cheese. Otherwise, you'll definitely feel stuffed."

 

"If I'd known, I wouldn't have ordered the shumai and chicken wings earlier," Samut grumbled.

 

Wonchana smirked and suggested what seemed to be a signature item. "Earl Grey with pearls is too basic. How about salted egg yolk sauce and bua loi?"

 

The small head nodded enthusiastically, clearly pleased. Then, in the most adorably imploring tone, the little voice asked, "Can I get another cocoa too?"

..The cocoa here costs nearly a hundred baht per glass-it has to be scrumptious.

 

"If you can handle it, sure," the generous spender agreed without hesitation.

 

"I can handle it! It's cheat day today," the cheat-day enthusiast grinned sweetly.

 

"Every day seems to be a cheat day for you. Will you be able to do yoga when we get back?"

 

"P'Win!" Little Chihuahua puffed up indignantly. Wonchana laughed again, gently nudging Samut to place the order. He pulled out his wallet to pay, although Samut had already taken out a thousand-baht note his mother had given him earlier at the restaurant. But Wonchana insisted he put it away.

 

'Keep it, O. I can take care of these things for you.'

 

Though Samut felt a bit annoyed, he obediently kept the money.

.. just return it to Mom later.

 

Once the order was placed, the two of them sat on a long sofa. When the beautifully presented bingsu arrived, it featured finely shaved white ice resembling snow, topped with colourful bua loi and drizzled with bright yellow salted egg yolk sauce.

Of course, Samut meticulously photographed every angle. ...But halfway through the dessert, Wonchana's phone suddenly rang.