Billionaire Biker Boy

Chapter 60 - My Valentine.

 

Even though they were now engaged, not much had changed. Wonchana remained the same attentive and caring person he'd always been. At the company, people showed Samut a bit more respect, but not excessively. This allowed him to continue living his life peacefully. Though he had to deal with more greetings than before, it wasn't a problem for him.

 

Then came the Friday at the end of the month, during the Chinese New Year festival. Wonchana took Samut, along with Vichai and Ranee, on a flight to Hat Yai. This time, he booked a luxurious hotel in the city. Chonlatee picked them up at the airport, drove them to the hotel, then took his brother back to their family home. The following day was the ancestral worship day, when relatives would gather.

 

On that day, Wonchana brought his parents to Samur's family home, where they met Samut’s relatives. Everyone was abuzz when they learned that the tall man was the boyfriend of their little nephew-and not just any boyfriend, but a prominent businessman with an impressive track record. Although a few people had odd expressions, no one said anything offensive...

 

...Because Sinee had already made it clear...

..Anyone who said anything to upset her youngest son or his boyfriend's family would be cut off from her life.

 

As a result, everything went smoothly. When it came time to formally ask for Samut's hand, Sinee spoke with a serious tone:

 

"I don't need any gifts or money. Honestly, they're both men. If they love each other, let them be together. Their lives are their own. But if the day ever comes when they no longer love each other, please return him to me peacefully. Don't hurt each other, physically or emotionally."

 

"I promise that day will never come, Mom," the soon-to-be son-in-law vowed. "As for the wedding, while we can't legally register our marriage yet, I'll make sure to hold a proper ceremony. The rest is just waiting for O to be ready."

 

Sinee nodded in satisfaction. Her soon-to-be son-in-law wasn't bad at all. His parents also seemed like kind- hearted people-it was no wonder they'd raised such a good son. The elderly woman turned to tease the little one leaning against her.

 

"Has my little boy grown up this much already?"

 

The little boy blushed, his cheeks turning red. "I'm still your boy, Mom... And I'll come visit you often, okay?"

 

"Whenever it's convenient for you.. Honestly, just knowing that you're happy and well is enough for me," Sinee replied.

 

And so, the formal request for Samut’s hand concluded smoothly. Sinee had no objections to Samut moving in with his fiancé. However, the little one asked for a bit more time.

..And no one objected.

 

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Since that day, Samut continued living his life as usual. The only change was that, by the end of January, he no longer had to work. Instead, he enrolled in an English course to prepare for proficiency exams required by the university. Although Samut was already good at English, the exams required specific techniques. And for all of this, Wonchana took care of everything, including sponsoring the costs. Chonlatee, who had flown up to help manage the new company, felt reassured enough to leave Samut entirely in Wonchana's care and returned to Hat Yai without worry.

 

The engaged couple continued to spend their time together happily. Every morning, Wonchana would come to Samur's condo to pick him up and take him to the Atcharangkul Building. Besides having breakfast together, Samut also had English classes with a renowned private tutor that Wonchana had arranged. The lessons were held in the meeting room next to the vice president's office.

 

On days when the meeting room was in use, the student and tutor would move to the vice president's office instead. In the evenings, the couple continued their routine of exercising together and finding delicious food to eat. Sometimes, Mathukorn and Jacques would join them. Since returning from the Hua Hin trip, their relationship seemed to have improved, though Mathukorn still insisted they weren't officially dating. As for their physical relationship...

Wonchana hadn't yet claimed his 'final instalment,' as he put it. He said he'd wait until the little one was ready to move in with him.

 

Samut smiled to himself. Since the Chinese New Year trip, he'd been researching how to get himself ready for such matters. However, for something he'd never done before, it was natural to feel both excited and nervous.

 

The little one stopped in front of a boutique shop of a famous brand before stepping inside. Earlier, after finishing his tutoring session, he'd told his fiancé that he was going to the mall to look for a book he wanted. In truth, he was there to find a birthday gift for the man. After all, next Tuesday was Wonchana's birthday. And it was also Valentine's Day. When Samut found out, he teased his fiancé endlessly.

 

"Why isn't your name 'Won-Valentine' then? Why is it Wonchana'?" 

 

"Go ask Khun Ying and President Vichai," Wonchana replied, before tackling Samut in a jolly fit of affection, making him laugh uncontrollably. Samut scanned the store with a sigh. Buying a gift for a rich person was no easy task.

...Should I go with P'Shark's suggestion of tying a ribbon around myself and offering myself as a gift?

 

Samut had secretly asked the half-Thai man what he'd want as a birthday gift from a partner. Jacques had confidently replied, "Your partner, naked, with a ribbon tied around them, waiting on the bed."

 

..Ridiculous. Who would believe that? He regretted ever encouraging Jacques to pursue Mathukorn.

 

Then, Samut's eyes landed on a monogram wallet from the brand. Its globally recognised pattern was accented with bright orange trim.

..And it's under twenty thousand baht. No way.

 

He'd set a budget of fifty thousand baht, as that was all he had in his account. Using a credit card was out of the question since the gift was for the cardholder himself. He regretted not transferring money to another account. At the end of January, in addition to his salary from Sardina, Wonchana had transferred a six-figure sum to him. 

 

When Samut asked why, his fiancé casually replied, "Well, since you aren't working anymore, I'm giving my fiancé an allowance. It's not strange at all." Samut's eyes widened. "But that's too much! Besides, I still get money from Mom and P'Sea every month."

 

Even if he didn't, he wasn't worried. His savings account already had eight figures, not just low eight figures, either. In the end, the little one had to give in to his doting fiancé, who pouted and insisted on spoiling him. When Samut looked up from the wallet, a sales associate immediately approached him with a welcoming demeanour, showing no signs of judgment. 

 

Despite his simple outfit of a t-shirt, jeans, and trusty cheap sneakers, Samutr still didn't feel entirely satisfied with the wallet. Then, his eyes caught sight of a keychain shaped like an orange dog. Priced at twenty-five thousand baht.

 

"What breed is this dog?" he asked.

 

"It's Shiba Inu. Isn't it cute? You can hang it on a bag or use it as a keychain," the associate replied.

...Not a Chihuahua, but it does look similar. And its name starts with a similar-sounding syllable, too.

 

Samut decided on the keychain and asked the associate to gift-wrap it. He paid through his banking app and, after receiving the wrapped gift, headed to a well-known bookstore, tucking the branded bag into his backpack.

...Unbeknownst to him, a pair of eyes was watching him intently.

 

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Sirichok watched Samut with a mix of emotions.

...So now that he's engaged to a rich man, he's using branded goods?

 

And wasn't it because of this Samut that his secrets were exposed, leading to all the chaos in his life? How could someone like him live such a luxurious and beautiful life while Siricho was left in ruins?

...Why is the world so unfair?

 

Since the day he was beaten and left to live alone, Sirichok had realised how difficult life could be. The two hundred thousand baht he'd left seemed like a lot but wasn't nearly enough. He had to find cheaper monthly accommodations...And start applying for jobs again.

 

But it felt like karma was against him. He couldn't list Sardina on his resume because any background check would reveal his misdeeds. Yet, leaving it off made interviewers question why he was only now entering the workforce. He had to make up excuses, claiming he'd been helping with family business but realised it wasn't aligned with his career goals, so he decided to apply for jobs now. Whether the interviewers believed him or not, he still hadn't landed a job.

 

Then, one company called him for an interview. After a lacklustre session, Sirichok knew he wouldn't get the job. But as he was leaving, one of the interviewers called out to him. It was someone from the panel.

 

"My name's Wittaya. Can I have your LINE? Just in case we need to notify you about the results."

 

Sirichok didn't remember what position Wittaya held, but opened his QR code for him to scan either way. Two days later, Wittaya called him on LINE, saying he would decide which candidate to hire. While Sirichok's profile was promising, he lacked significant experience. Sirichok asked, "What do I need to do?"

 

When he got the answer, he hesitantly transferred fifty thousand baht to Wittaya. At the beginning of February, he dressed up and went to work, only to discover...

…he'd been scammed.

 

Wittaya had already resigned, and the company informed him that no one named Sirichok had been hired. There was nothing the young man could do except file a police report, but Wittaya had vanished without a trace, and the police didn't seem particularly motivated to help. Now, Sirichok was left with just over 100,000 baht.

Even so... the person who caused his life to spiral into this mess was thriving, with a rich fiancé, an engagement, a bright future that included pursuing a master's degree, and an audacity to stroll around shopping for luxury brands without a care in the world.

 

Sirichok was consumed by jealousy, which quickly turned into resentment. He vowed to get revenge on this troublesome former friend. A grand plan began to form in his mind. But the one thing Sirichok never considered was...-blaming himself.

 

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Two days later, on a Friday, Samut didn't have class. But Wonchana still came to pick him up on his motorbike, as Samut wanted to spend the day reading at the learning centre they'd visited during Christmas. The two strolled hand in hand to find breakfast and drinks inside the building.

 

When the little one mentioned that he'd take the train to the Atcharangkul Building in the afternoon, Wonchana stole a kiss as a deposit before riding his Ducati back to work. Samut spent the morning reading and reviewing his textbooks. Around noon, his phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was a number he'd saved long ago... Sirichok.

 

Samut frowned. After the (intentional) infidelity exposure incident, this man had disappeared from his life. Sirichok had fled disciplinary investigations and hadn't returned to work since that day. Samut hadn't followed up, assuming his former friend had gone to find a new job elsewhere.

...But at the very least, this person had once been a friend.

 

Samut hesitated for a long time before reluctantly answering the call.

 

"Hello."

 

"Hey, O. How've you been?"

 

"Same as usual. What about you, Oat?"

 

"Not great.. I need a favour, and I'd prefer not to discuss it over the phone. Can we meet up?"

 

Sirichok's voice sounded tired and sluggish. Samut sighed inwardly. This tone could only mean one thing: he wanted to borrow money.

...What should I do?

 

After weighing his options, Samut asked, "Where do you want to meet?"

 

"I'm around Si Phraya right now. We could meet at the Atcharangkul Building, but I won't go inside."

 

"I don't work there anymore... Let's meet at Samyan instead." Samut decided.

 

"Alright. There's a café near Rama IV Road-it's artsy and cool. I think you'll like it. I'll send you the location. "

 

In truth, Sirichok already knew where Samut was from, based on his check-in earlier that morning. He also knew Samut no longer worked at the building. But to keep up appearances, he said what he did. Once Samut agreed, Sirichok ended the call and sent the location before heading to the café. He planned to kidnap Samut and extort money from the vice president.

...How many millions should I demand for someone so deeply in love?

 

He avoided going to Samut's building because of the security cameras and the bustling crowd. Ideally, he would've waited until nightfall, but by then, Samut would be with that vice president anyway. Broad daylight was better-no one would suspect anything. Once he got the money, he'd flee.

 

If that vice president was stingy and refused to pay or offered too little, at least he'd get to have some fun with Samut. Killing two birds with one stone. Sirichok waited for a long time, growing increasingly irritated as the meeting time passed. He didn't want to call and raise suspicion. Finally, the little one appeared, his cheeks flushed from walking in the sun. But that didn't diminish the aura he exuded.

 

..Is it because of the expensive clothes he's wearing?

...Or the latest white earbuds he has on?

 

Sirichok brushed the thoughts aside and greeted him. "Hey, O. Long time no see. Why aren't you working there anymore?"

 

Samut looked at the man who had once been handsome and well-groomed but now appeared significantly worn down. He sighed inwardly.

 

"I'm planning to continue my studies, so I resigned. What about you, Oat? What are you doing now?"

"Nothing. After everything that happened, I fought with my family. The girl's family sent thugs to beat me up. Now I've left home and am renting a cheap apartment. I'm not returning to Sardinia, so I've been applying for new jobs. But I got scammed. They took tens of thousands of baht. Life's really hard right now."

 

Samut listened and sighed. He wasn't sure how much of the scam story was true.

"So, how can I help you?"

 

"You must be tired from coming all this way. Let me order you a drink first, lightly sweetened cocoa, right?"

 

Samut nodded half-heartedly, too lazy to correct the misunderstanding. As Sirichok turned to order from the barista, he glanced around the café with interest. From the outside, it didn't look like a coffee shop at all-it seemed more like an abandoned building. But inside, it had an artsy vibe. A long counter with stools lined up like a street-side café, with no private tables like typical coffee shops.

 

"Go check out the second floor. There's a photo spot up there," Sirichok suggested knowingly.

...Because Jenjira used to bring him here for coffee.

 

Samut reluctantly went upstairs. While he admitted he liked the place's style, his unsettled mind prevented him from fully appreciating the vibe. He didn't even take out his phone to snap a photo.

 

"What do you think? Do you like it?" Sirichok asked when Samut came back down.

 

"Yeah, it's nice," Samut replied, sitting down in front of a tall glass of iced cocoa. The real glass gave the drink an inexplicable charm.

 

"So, what exactly do you need my help with?"

 

"Can you lend me a hundred thousand baht?"

 

"I only have just over twenty thousand in my account right now," Samut replied.

 

"What about your other accounts?"

 

"The books are with P'Win."

 

Sirichok let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his temples.

"Then I guess you can't help... That's not enough. I'm planning to move to another province... Drink your cocoa first."

 

Samut took a sip of the cocoa.

..Hmm, it's good. Well, it should be-it's eighty baht a glass.

 

After a while, Sirichok asked, "By the way, why did you call me out like that that day? If you hadn't said my boyfriend was coming, I wouldn't be in this mess."

 

Samut paused before replying evasively, "Well, you never told me you had a girlfriend. And you introduced P'Honey as your boyfriend. What was I supposed to say?"

 

Sirichok clenched his teeth-not because he accepted Samur's explanation, but because he knew the little one was lying. Samut was terrible at lying, so it was obvious he'd done it on purpose. Sirichok suppressed his anger.

...Just so you wait. I'll get my revenge.

 

"Don't play innocent. You're not stupid enough to not know I was dating that girl. When something like that happens, just stay quiet... Can't you do that? If the truth comes out, let it be because of me, not because you exposed it."

 

"And how does it matter who exposes the truth? The root cause of everything is you cheating. If you hadn't done that, no one could've done anything to you," Samut retorted, refusing to back down. That made Sirichok smirk.

..So he really did do it on purpose.

 

"Don't act all high and mighty. Your life has never been hard. You've never had to struggle. Don't pretend to be some virtuous know-it-all."

 

"Then I guess we have nothing more to talk about. I'll be going now."

 

With that, Samut pulled out a red banknote and placed it beside the cocoa glass. A wave of dizziness began to wash over him. He felt lightheaded and unsteady, his vision blurring as he gripped the counter for support.

 

"Leaving already? Let me take you home," Sirichok said, his tone suddenly normal as he grabbed the little one's wrist when he saw him swaying.

...The drug works. And he only had half the glass.

 

Sirichok grinned smugly. He picked up the money to pay for the drinks and feigned concern.

"..O, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

..No response.

 

Sirichok stood up, pretending to support the little one, who was still gripping the counter tightly. But Samut mustered his last bit of strength to cry out, "Help!"

 

Sirichok's cruel smile widened as he replied softly, "No one can help you, O. You brought this on yourself."

 

But before Sirichok could react, a tall, dark figure stormed into the café, grabbed his shoulder, and punched him square in the face. The second punch landed hard on his jaw. With just two punches, Sirichok collapsed motionless on the café floor. The other two customers nearby were visibly shocked.

 

The young barista, who had already noticed something suspicious, quickly instructed his staff to fetch a rope to tie up the man who had been punched. Meanwhile, the handsome biker who had just arrived rushed to cradle the unconscious little one, calling out to him with deep concern.

 

"Nuu O... Nuu O."

 

In the last fleeting moment of consciousness, Samut realised that Wonchana had come for him. Feeling the warmth and safety of his fiancé's embrace, the small figure let go of the counter and sank into a deep, dark slumber.

 

"My fiancé's been drugged. Don't touch the glass yet. I'll call the police first," Wonchana said. The young barista glanced at the matching rings on their fingers and nodded in understanding. He then turned to tie up the culprit, who was lying on the floor with blood dripping from his mouth and nose.

 

...Serves him right. But damn, that biker packs a serious punch.

 

Wonchana pulled out his phone, stopped the voice recording app, and immediately called Inspector Jet. Luckily, Jet had recently been transferred to this area from Prawet. When the officer answered and heard the situation, Wonchana heard his senior use the radio to call a patrol unit to the café. Jet then assured him he'd be there shortly. Within two minutes, the patrol officers arrived to secure the scene.

 

Less than five minutes later, Jet himself arrived. The man parked his motorbike next to the Ducati on the sidewalk in front of the café. Upon entering, the patrol officers saluted him and handed over a small vial they'd found on the culprit, who was now handcuffed, sitting on the floor with a battered and bloodied face. The officers informed Jet that Wonchana had already taken Samut to the hospital by taxi.

 

Jet nodded in acknowledgement. He stayed behind to oversee the collection of evidence, interview witnesses, and request CCTV footage from the café's recently installed system. The culprit was then escorted into a police car that had just arrived. The inspector ordered the Ducati to be taken to the station for safekeeping and rode his motorbike to the hospital.

At a private hospital not far from the scene, Samut was still asleep on the bed. Thanks to the photo of the vial that Wonchana had taken, the doctors were able to quickly diagnose the situation. Fortunately, while the drug was illegally sold, it wasn't counterfeit. Samut's condition wasn't serious; with an IV to flush out the drug's effects, he'd recover without significant side effects.

 

Jet began questioning his junior friend, Wonchana, who recounted the entire incident. After Samut had arranged to meet Sirichok, he'd called Wonchana to explain the situation. Sensing that something was off, Wonchana immediately instructed his secretary to reschedule his afternoon meeting. He asked for the location and rode his big motorbike to the café, keeping his Bluetooth headset on to talk to Samut while recording the conversation. When he arrived at the café, he waited outside. It wasn't long before he heard Sirichok asking Samut if he was okay. But Samut didn't respond.

 

"In the end, I heard O mumble, 'Help,' so I rushed into the café. I saw Sirichok trying to support O, who looked dazed. I grabbed him, punched him twice, and then checked on O. After that, I called you," Wonchana explained

 

"Alright, got it. I've already instructed them to collect evidence. The CCTV footage is solid. Now we just need to wait for O to wake up and be further questioned. You mentioned you recorded the audio, right? I'll need that file," Jet said. "Sure. Can I file charges right away?" Wonchana asked.

 

The inspector smiled. Back when his close friends faced a case, he'd been frustrated that Tara and Maya hadn't pursued charges against the culprit.

..But this junior of mine? He's not letting it slide.

 

"I'll have my team handle it. Once O wakes up, he can sign the complaint. Don't worry, this one is going to jail for sure."

 

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Vichai and Ranee entered. Wonchana introduced the uniformed senior to Samut's parents and recounted the events once more.

 

"Should we transfer him to another hospital?" Ranee asked, gently stroking her son's small arm with concern.

 

"It's alright, Mom. The doctor said that once the IV flushes the drug out, he'll be fine. I'll go pick up my bike now. Please look after O for me," Wonchana replied.

 

"Of course, we'll take care of him. Go ahead," Vichai assured him. "I've already sent the Ducati to the station. Let's ride my motorbike together," Jet suggested.

 

With that, Wonchana nodded, and the two men left the room. The older couple watched over Samut with deep affection. This child was now part of the Atcharangkul family. No one should dare harm him, for the Atcharangkuls would ensure justice was served. Vichai then picked up his phone to call someone.

 

After receiving medical treatment and undergoing intense questioning, Sirichok found himself sitting behind bars at the police station. By now, the police had probably torn apart his apartment during their search.

...Why are the cops so enthusiastic this time?

 

For the first time, Sirichok felt a flicker of joy at the sight of his parents' faces. But that joy quickly faded as Anant began yelling at him, his voice echoing through the station.

 

"Oat, you worthless son! Can't you do anything to make your parents proud like your siblings? Why are you such a disgrace? Do you want us to die of shame because of you? Huh?! Did we pick up the wrong baby from the hospital?!"

 

"Enough, dear. People are watching," Chuleepon tried to calm her husband, pulling at his arm. Though Sirichok felt crushed once again by his father's insults and the constant comparisons to his siblings...Right now, all he wanted was to get out of here.

 

"I'm sorry. I was wrong. Dad, can you bail me out?"

 

"Hmph.." Anant snorted and stormed off, but he still went to the officers to arrange bail for his son.

...Because no matter how angry or disappointed he was, this was still his child.

 

Meanwhile, Chuleepon could only stroke her son's head and arms, tears streaming down her face. But Sirichok's hopes were dashed when the Atcharangkul family's lawyer arrived to oppose his bail, citing concerns that he might flee. A special order was issued to deny bail, forcing the investigators to request a court order for his detention.

 

Sirichok faced multiple charges, including drugging, which constituted assault, using unauthorised substances under the Drug Act and the Psychotropic Substances Act, and most significantly, drugging with the intent to unlawfully detain and confine. Even though the crime was incomplete, it still counted as an attempt. Despite his confession, which was somewhat helpful to the case, the charges carried severe penalties, especially the confinement charge. As a result, Sirichok could only resign himself to a long stay behind bars.

 

Anant and Chuleepon left, their hearts heavy with disappointment, abandoning their son to weep bitterly behind the bars. Because no matter how much regret or remorse he felt now...

…It was too late.

 

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Delicate eyelids fluttered, causing long lashes to quiver softly.

"Nuu O." Wonchana's large hand squeezed the small one he'd been holding almost the entire time. His gentle, tender voice made the person who couldn't yet open his eyes frown in mild annoyance. Wonchana waited patiently until Samut slowly opened his eyes. His clear, onyx-coloured pupils glanced around in confusion but soon recognised the hospital room and his fiancé sitting beside him, reaching out to press the intercom for the nurse.

 

"P'Win," the small voice called out weakly.

 

"Are you dizzy? Do you remember anything?"

 

Samut closed his eyes again, trying to recall... He'd gone to meet Sirichok at the café. He'd called Wonchana...And then he remembered only P'Win's voice in his ear, saying he'd arrived.

 

"You said you'd arrived, P'Win."

 

Wonchana smiled and leaned down to plant a tender kiss on the pale cheek. Just then, the doctor entered to check on Samut. Seeing that his condition was stable, the doctor allowed the IV to be removed and discharged him to rest at home.

 

While waiting for the nurse to prepare the discharge papers, Wonchana helped the little one sit up, supporting him gently.

 

"Your parents came to visit earlier. They just left... You know, they're really worried about you. But probably not as much as I was. When I heard you say 'Help,' my heart dropped to my stomach," Wonchana said, sitting beside him and wrapping an arm around the small figure. Samut leaned into him and looked up to ask, "What happened after that?"

 

"I ran in and punched that guy twice until he went down. Then I called Inspector Jet and brought you to the hospital. After your parents arrived, I went back to get my bike and switched to the car so you'd be more comfortable on the way home," Wonchana explained.

Samut smiled at his attentiveness. He took Wonchana's large hand and turned it over to check for any injuries from the punches. Seeing only a slight redness on the knuckles, he felt relieved. Wonchana, noticing his concern, spoke up knowingly.

 

"My hand's fine, O. Don't worry about it," Wonchana reassured him.

 

"How long was I asleep?" Samut asked.

 

"About five hours. It's 4 PM now... Oh, and I already called you brother for you, so you don't have to worry," the ever-thoughtful Wonchana replied.

 

"Mom must be so worried," Samut murmured softly.

 

"Do you want to call her now and let her know you're awake?"

 

"I'll call her when we get back to the apartment. That way, she'll feel more at ease," Samut said, still feeling a bit dazed and worried he mightn't make much sense if he called now, which could make his mother even more anxious.

 

Hearing the mention of going back to the apartment, Wonchana hesitated before asking, "Nuu O... How about staying at my place tonight? I'm worried and don't want you to be alone."

 

Samut paused for a moment. He'd already been considering this. At this point, what was there to wait for? His full, rosy lips curved into a teasing smile as he asked, "You're only inviting me for one night?"

 

Understanding the implication behind those words, Wonchana's lips curled into a grin that nearly reached his ears. His deep, gentle voice whispered, "I'm not inviting you... because that's your home, too. You have the right to stay there forever."

 

"Then let's stop by to grab my clothes first," Samut replied with a playful tone.

 

"You can wear mine for now, and we'll pick up the rest tomorrow," Wonchana suggested. Samut didn't argue, only scrunching his nose in response. Wonchana then asked, "Are you hungry? You haven't had lunch yet, right?"

 

"I still feel a bit off... Maybe I'm full from the IV drip. What about you, P' Win? Have you eaten?"

 

"I haven't eaten either, but I'm not that hungry," Wonchana admitted.

 

"Then let's grab something nearby to tide us over. It's Friday evening, so traffic will be bad," Samut suggested, though he was more concerned about his fiancé skipping lunch. Wonchana knew this but didn't argue, thinking Samut should eat something too to avoid a stomachache.

 

After settling the hospital fee, Wonchana helped Samut down to the hospital entrance and asked, "Western, Italian, or Isaan?"

 

"Where's the Isaan place?" Samut asked, noticing only two European-style restaurants nearby.

 

"Just a bit further." Wonchana pointed to a fusion Isaan restaurant at the corner of the next building, which he'd noticed while driving by earlier that afternoon.

 

"...it's an air-conditioned place and looks nice. What do you think?"

 

Samut nodded eagerly. In his current state, something greasy wouldn't sit well. As Wonchana wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him inside, Samut's mouth watered at the sight of the vibrant menu. In the end, he ordered rice with stir-fried short mackerel and fish sauce, spicy corn salad with salted egg, and lime juice. His tall fiancé opted for crab fried rice, which looked equally appetising with its chunks of white crab meat.

 

After the waiter took their order, Samut turned to ask, "P'Win, what's happening with Oat now? Is he in custody?"

 

Wonchana paused briefly before answering truthfully, "He's probably still detained at the station. The case will proceed, and tomorrow, P'Jet will send officers to question you at home. All you need to do is tell the truth and sign the complaint as the victim. But don't worry, my dad has already arranged for a lawyer to handle the initial proceedings."

 

Seeing Samut's sombre expression, Wonchana sighed quietly.

 

".O, do you not want to press charges?"

 

Samut hesitated before replying, "I don't know. Part of me still sees him as a friend, but another part knows that people who do wrong should face consequences."

 

"He stopped being your friend the moment he decided to harm you," Wonchana said firmly, adding his own perspective. "I think we should let the case follow its course. It's a non-compoundable criminal case, so it can't be dropped even if you wanted to forgive him."

 

Wonchana didn't elaborate further, though he knew that without the victim's cooperation, criminal cases in this country often stalled, making prosecution nearly impossible. He didn't support such a system, as he believed that without facing consequences, offenders rarely felt genuine remorse or changed their ways. Hearing this, Samut's expression brightened slightly.

...Truly, karma always finds its way back.

 

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Although Wonchana had suggested Samut wear his clothes, he still drove to the condo to pick up some of Samut's belongings. After all, the police would be visiting tomorrow, and Samut wanted to grab some personal items as well. Since he didn't have much to pack, it didn't take long. By the time they arrived at the Atcharangkul family home that evening, Ranee greeted them with a warm hug, stroking Samut's back and head in relief.

 

"It's all okay now, dear," she comforted him soothingly. Knowing that the perpetrator had once been Samut's friend, the elderly woman refrained from scolding or lecturing him, as none of this was his fault. Being embraced, Samut felt a deep warmth and overwhelming gratitude. While waiting for their food earlier, he'd called Sinee. Though his mother and brother were both worried and furious at Sirichok, they were relieved that Samut was safe and in good hands. Still, he wanted to seek comfort from them, but couldn't bring himself to do so. Now, in Ranee's arms, he felt a sense of fulfilment and clung to her tightly, seeking solace. Ranee held him until his trembling subsided, then urged the couple to rest. 

 

Wonchana led his small fiancé into his home, letting Samut shower first. When Samut emerged in a bathrobe, he found that Wonchana had already hung his clothes neatly in the walk-in closet.

 

"This section's cleared for you. Tomorrow, we'll bring the rest of your stuff," Wonchana said.

 

Samut nodded, and Wonchana continued the tour of the closet.

"..This area's for my work clothes. Ties are in the drawers. Over here are casual clothes. If there's anything you can wear, feel free to take it."

 

Samut rolled his eyes playfully. "If I wear your clothes, I'll look like a dwarf."

Wonchana laughed heartily before teasing, "Then you'll be the cutest dwarf in the world."

 

He sealed his words with a big kiss on Samut's cheek before heading to the shower. When he came out, he found Samut sitting on the bed, wearing one of his oversized t-shirts. The loose fit caused the neckline to slip off one shoulder, revealing smooth, pale skin that was irresistibly alluring. Wonchana swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay composed.

..No, not tonight. He just got out of the hospital.

 

Once he regained control, Wonchana sat beside Samut and gently wrapped an arm around him.

 

"What're you doing?"

 

"Talking to my mom... P'Win, do you know why he tried to drug me?" Samut asked

Wonchana sighed and decided to share only half the truth. "P'Jet said he confessed that he planned to kidnap you and demand ransom from me."

 

The other half of the truth was that Sirichok acted out of anger toward Samut.

Samut's wide, onyx eyes filled with disbelief before dimming with sadness. Wonchana quickly consoled him.

 

"..Don't overthink it, Nuu O. People's minds can change, especially if they lack principles. When faced with temptation, they might see wrong as right. Selfish people like him, who don't consider others' feelings, can do anything without caring if it's a friend or family member."

 

This time, it was Samut who let out a deep sigh. What had started as a call to ask P'Win for permission to lend Sirichok money had turned into a situation where he was safe only because Wonchana didn't trust that man.

...A lesson learned about trusting people.

 

Seeing Samut's eyes begin to droop, Wonchana asked, "Nuu O, are you sleepy?"

"I still feel a bit off.. not quite normal yet," Samut admitted, the lingering effects of the drug evident.

 

"Then let's sleep. You'll feel refreshed tomorrow," Wonchana said.

 

Samut typed a quick goodnight message to his mother and brother, then placed his phone on the bedside charging dock. When he saw Wonchana open his arms, the small figure immediately nestled into the warm embrace. As the room's owner reached for the light switch, sleep quickly overtook Samut. He faintly felt warm lips press against his forehead before drifting into a peaceful slumber, a contented smile gracing his face.

 

Although the move didn't go as planned, it doesn't matter...

..This Tuesday, I'll personally pay the final instalment to you.

 

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The following morning, Samut woke up feeling refreshed. Though the lingering effects of the drug still left him feeling slightly off, he was much better than the day before. Breakfast was fish rice soup, one of his favourites. When the rider delivered drinks that Wonchana had ordered for everyone, Samut paused upon receiving his iced cocoa, sweetened to just twenty-five per cent. He sipped it quietly, lacking his usual enthusiasm, which didn't escape his fiancé's notice. However, Wonchana chose not to comment.

 

When the two police officers arrived, they conducted a brief questioning of the victim, as the evidence, whether it was the CCTV footage or the audio files provided by Wonchana, was already crystal clear. Moreover, a confession had already been obtained. Samut signed the police documents without hesitation, having come to terms with the fact that his former close friend, someone he once deeply loved, had harboured ill intentions toward him.

 

Once everything was settled, Wonchana drove Samut to his condo to gather the remaining belongings, clear out the fridge of fresh food, and unplug all the appliances, ensuring everything was in order.

 

"Are you not renting this place out?" Samut asked.

 

"No, because P'Sea still flies up here for work occasionally. He usually arranges for a housekeeper to come and clean regularly, so the place doesn't get too run-down," Wonchana explained.

 

Understanding this, Wonchana helped carry the luggage and ensured the room was locked securely. After moving everything into the Atcharangkul family home, President Vichai invited everyone out for a meal. Thanks to Samutr's endearing charm, the older couple indulged his every whim. Samut couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky. Because while Wonchana might be a rare and precious find,

..having both families get along so well was an even rarer blessing.

 

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[A Tuesday morning.]

 

Today was Valentine's Day. Samut accompanied Wonchana to the Atcharangkul Building as usual. Though the two men wore shirts of different colours, they still looked like a matching pair. Wonchana wore a grey shirt with a pink tie, while Samut, who usually dressed casually, wore a pink shirt with a grey tie today. They stopped by their usual sandwich shop under the building for breakfast and drinks, amid Samut's grumbling.

 

"I told you to take the motorbike! See? Now you're late for work," Samut complained as he sat on the sofa in the vice president's office. He'd overslept by more than half an hour, and Wonchana hadn't woken him up, wanting the smaller man to rest more. On top of that, he refused to take the Ducati.

 

"Who would dare scold the vice president?" Wonchana chirped cheerfully. "Besides, work's not too busy right now. I guess everyone's off celebrating Valentine's Day."

 

Samut pouted at his fiancé's privilege before reaching into his backpack and pulling out a small orange paper bag with blue handles from a famous brand. He handed it to the man who turned thirty today.

 

"Happy birthday, P'Win. I wish you lots of happiness and booming success."

 

Wonchana beamed as he accepted the bag, leaning in to steal a soft kiss as an instalment.

 

"Thank you so much. But you don't need to give me anything, Nuu O. You're the best gift I've ever received. I don't need anything else," he said sincerely. The best gift blushed shyly.

 

"Hmph, how can a birthday go without a gift? Open it and see if you like it," Samut urged. When Wonchana unwrapped the gift, he found an orange keychain shaped like a dog with upright ears. Smiling widely, he immediately took out his car remote and attached the keychain to it.

 

"I love it... Honestly, I don't even want to use it. I'm afraid it'll wear out," he said.

 

"Just use it. If it gets old, I'll buy you another one as a spare," Samut replied with a laugh.

 

Unable to resist, Wonchana pulled his once-stingy fiancé into a playful hug, making Samut giggle. However, Samut didn't dare mention that he'd prepared another special gift for tonight. The two continued their playful banter on the sofa, and Wonchana showed no signs of letting Samut go-until the smaller man's stomach growled loudly in protest.

 

"What're you laughing at, P'Win! It's past time to eat, isn't it?" Samut exclaimed, embarrassed.

 

"I'm not laughing, I'm not laughing. It's natural, right? Come on, let's eat our sandwiches," Wonchana said, trying to suppress his amusement.

 

They washed their hands again before taking their food out of the bag. The birthday boy then asked, "Tonight, I'll take you out for sushi. Which place do you want to go to? How about omakase?"

 

"No omakase. It's too filling. Let's go to the place we went to on our first meeting. Aren't you celebrating with your parents?" Samut asked before taking a big bite of his sandwich.

 

"Lately, I've been encouraging them to go on romantic dates by themselves. They just give me a small gift now, no big parties like when I was a kid," Wonchana explained. The smaller man nodded in understanding.

 

After finishing breakfast, Samut's tutor arrived. He grabbed his bag and books and headed to the adjacent meeting room. Meanwhile, Wonchana took out Samut's fixed deposit passbook and smiled as he looked at it. He then spent some time on his phone before heading to the bank next door himself.

 

When work ended, Wonchana took Samut to the same Japanese restaurant they'd gone to before. As they crossed the street, they saw a little girl selling flowers under the Skytrain station. Wonchana called out to her. When he saw the dozens of simple red roses wrapped in her small arms, he hesitated for a moment, remembering his vow never to give red roses.

...Oh well, there's nothing wrong with flowers.

 

"Buying for your boyfriend, mister? Just a hundred baht per rose," the girl said confidently, unfazed by the sight of the tall, handsome man holding hands with a smaller man. She'd seen plenty of such couples before.

 

"Who gets the money from your sales?" Wonchana asked.

 

"My mom, of course. We sell together-no middleman. It's not expensive, right? My mom buys the roses and arranges them herself. Aren't they pretty?" The feisty girl held out her basket of flowers for him to see.

 

"How many roses do you have left?" Wonchana asked, amused.

 

"I brought thirty, sold five, so there are twenty-five left," she replied.

 

"I'll take them all," Wonchana said, pulling out four 1000-baht bills and handing them to her. "This is extra. Keep it safe and give it to your mom, okay?"

 

The girl's eyes widened with joy. She took the money with her small hands and handed over the entire basket of flowers.

 

"I'll throw in the basket for free, so it's easier to carry. Thank you. Sir." The girl gracefully gave them a wai. She carefully zipped the four thousand baht into her small shoulder bag before running off happily. The tall man handed the basket to the smiling figure beside him.

 

"Happy Valentine's Day, Nuu O," he said warmly.

 

"Thank you.. P'Win, you're like a saint," Samut said, accepting the basket and looking at him with admiration. Wonchana wrapped an arm around his shoulders and continued walking.

 

"I'm just helping someone less fortunate than us. Besides, that girl doesn't sell flowers like this every day. That money might sustain her family for a whole month," he explained. Suddenly, a man came running up, panting, with his wallet in hand.

 

"Hey! I'll buy a rose. How much?"

 

The new flower seller widened her eyes before laughing at herself. Samut picked out a rose and handed it to the man.

 

"It's free. Happy Valentine's Day," Samut said.

 

The man accepted the free rose, looking confused at first but quickly recovering and thanking them profusely. After he left, Samut turned to Wonchana and asked, "You're not mad, are you, that I gave away something you gave me?"

 

"How could I be mad when what you did made everyone happy?" Wonchana replied.

 

"Then, after dinner, let's give the rest of the flowers to people who want them. I'll keep just one," Samut suggested.

 

"Sure, I agree," Wonchana said, genuinely supportive. Samut smiled sweetly...

..Smiling at the man who had won his heart in every way.

 

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After giving flowers to the waitstaff, the couple handed out the rest to strangers. Samut picked the prettiest rose for Wonchana to keep and enthusiastically called out to passersby, while his fiancé filmed the moment. Once they'd given away all the flowers, they returned home. Samut insisted that Wonchana shower first.

 

When it was his turn, the smaller man took his phone into the bathroom and stayed there for a long time. Wonchana didn't call out to him, as Samut had mentioned having a stomachache. When Samut finally emerged, smelling fresh and looking bashful, he walked over to the man lounging on the bed with a smile. Just then, a notification pinged on his phone.

 

Samut checked it and froze, his eyes widening in shock. Wonchana had sent him a transfer slip for ten million baht, transferred earlier that morning, with the memo: ...My Valentine

 

"P'Win! Why'd you transfer so much money to me?"

 

The recipient of ten million baht could barely find his voice. Wonchana handed him his fixed deposit passbook and replied as casually as if discussing the weather.

 

"Because I want you to be a centimillionaire."

Samut opened his passbook and gaped at the nine-digit balance. Once he recovered from the shock, he threw himself into Wonchana's open arms and began to explain,

 

"Thank you, P'Win... Actually, most of the money in this account came from when my mom gave P'Sea money to start a company. She also gave me an equal amount, but I didn't dare invest it. I was afraid of losing it all."

 

"I'll teach you how to invest safely," Wonchana said with a gentle smile. Samut paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking in a voice that quivered slightly.

 

"Actually, I have a Valentine's gift for P'Win, too."

 

The smaller man propped himself up, leaned over to open the drawer on his side of the bed, and retrieved a small plastic bag he'd hidden there since the day before. Handing it to the taller man, who opened it with a look of surprise, Samut mustered his courage and spoke with bold determination.

 

"I've prepared myself...I want to give myself to you on Valentine's Day."

 

Wonchana took a deep breath, the long-suppressed yearning within him beginning to stir. He gazed at Samut’s flushed face, his heart brimming with love.

..How could O be this endearing?

 

The tall man gently pulled Samut onto his lap. The smaller man met his fiance's gaze with unwavering resolve, and then his soft, full lips began to move.

 

"I've never told you directly before, but.. I love you, P'Win. I love you so much. You'll be my first, my only, and my last."

 

Wonchana was at a loss for words. Tears glistened in his eyes as if he'd just received the most precious gift of his life. He leaned in to kiss Samut’s soft lips tenderly, savouring the sweetness and returning it with equal affection. Then, he whispered softly into Samut’s ear.

 

"I love you the most, too. You're my first, my only, and my last love as well."

 

Samut smiled sweetly, then waited to receive the tender, warm, and gentle affection that followed. Their pyjamas were slowly removed, leaving only their bare bodies. Wonchana took what he needed from the small bag and set the rest aside. He then began to caress and prepare Samurt’s body with the utmost care. And so, their tender and unhurried lovemaking began.

 

Wonchana opened a new world for Samut once again, guiding his small hands to explore the wonders of love together. The smaller man could only sob softly, overwhelmed by the fullness of both body and soul. As Samut discovered the marvels of love, he realised just how fortunate he was. From being a boy from a remote province at the edge of the country, coming to the bustling city in search of love...

 

...Just to find that the love he once thought was true was merely an illusion…

 

…Just to discover a new love born from his own clumsiness, mistaking P'Win for a motorcycle taxi driver, only to find out he was a millionaire...

 

..And above all, to experience the immense love that P'Win had for him. Samut vowed to cherish this love from the bottom of his heart as much as someone as stingy as he possibly could.

 

End of the Main Story