Personal Manager

26. This is my boyfriend.

 

Last night, someone posted a picture of Gun and Kel with a caption saying something like, "A famous model made his debut at a race track, accompanied by..."

 

The former personal manager is at stake, as if an undercover journalist were involved, because not many people knew about Kels’ resignation from his manager role unless they were following the news very closely.

 

Both of them have arrived at the modelling agency and will soon be moved to the main hall set up to accommodate the many media outlets waiting. A moment ago, the chairman and secretary came to speak with them, saying something along the lines of not wanting to pick a fight with the reporters. Gun, being a model, understands that journalists are also in their profession, and everyone has their own duties, but they must also respect others’ privacy.

 

"So handsome," the shorter man said, adjusting his lover's shirt collar, his heartfelt admiration evident. The handsome face was bright and cheerful again, with the added bonus of Happiness increasing a hundredfold, a thousandfold.

 

"Handsome enough to be a good match for me," he smiled, causing the other person to wrinkle their nose in playful annoyance.

 

"You should be cuter than this, then you'd be a better match for Gun," Kel retorted, teasing him back.

 

"If you were any cuter, I'd be cuddling you morning and evening. I wouldn't be able to get any work done," the tall man continued, never giving in.

 

"Really?" Kel asked, raising his eyebrows and standing on tiptoe, bringing their faces even closer together.

 

"Are you teasing me?" a deep voice whispered softly, large hands moving down to squeeze and caress his buttocks.

 

"No, not at all. Ugh... don't." Kel hates that he's always so sensitive when Gun touches him, so that he quickly swats their hand away.

 

"Has your butt gotten bigger? Why is it so full and firm?" Gun said with a smile, his hand still stroking the same spot.

 

"That's enough. This isn't our room." I'm going crazy. I just realised I shouldn't have started flirting.

"That's right. From now on, you can move in with me, or I can move in with you."

 

"We were already sleeping together all the time before we even started dating," Kel said teasingly.

 

"That's right, but we have to move from here."

 

"We'll talk about that later, but right now I'm still worried." The sweet face turned serious, and seeing this, Kantapong gently brushed the hair from Kel's forehead, gazing deeply into his beautiful eyes before asking with a soft, deep voice.

 

"What's worrying you? Tell me."

 

"What if the reporters find out about us? What if they find out that we've been together since I was still your manager, Kant?" He knew in his heart that it was something that shouldn't have happened, but they had already done it. They couldn't control themselves when they were near each other.

 

"I'll tell them you're still a virgin because I've proven it," he replied, winking at the same time. What a crazy method!

 

"Hey, I'm serious," the shorter person glared immediately.

 

"Hmm, don't stress. Let them ask whatever they want. I'll only answer to the best of my ability. If they interfere too much, the modelling agency will find out..."

 

"I'll finish the interview myself," Gun said to ease his lover's anxiety.

 

"Really? I thought Uncle would just let Gun talk to the reporters without helping him at all."

 

"Even though the chairman is so good at opposing other people's opinions, the models under his management love him a lot, many times He helped clear up scandals and took responsibility. Even though he's a bit of a drama queen, he takes good care of the artists under his management."

 

"But about us..." Kels ' voice trailed off, leaving the words unfinished, his face still showing the same thoughtful expression.

 

"Especially if it's your older sibling, believe me, he loves you more than anyone else."

 

"I used to believe that too," Kel said. "But after the secret relationship was revealed, he felt his uncle no longer loved him and that nothing they said worked out between them.

 

"Don't worry too much. You're still his favourite nephew. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let me give the press conference alone first. That's because he's afraid you'll be overwhelmed with questions. They probably wanted me to give this interview to clear the air before officially introducing Kel later. My purpose today is to announce that I'm dating you, not to be mobbed by reporters."

 

"I've never experienced anything like this before. It's really unsettling."

 

"Practice makes perfect. In the future, after we get married, my wife will be appearing in the media much more, at parties and special occasions. Various things happen very frequently."

 

"Really?" Kel’s eyes widened. He never thought he'd have to do something like that. He will probably be the centre of attention like his boyfriend now.

 

"Yes," the tall man replied before leaning his face down.

 

"Wait, what are you doing?" Kel leaned back slightly; if it weren't for the octopus-like hands gripping his waist, he would have fallen to the ground.

 

"Should we kiss now, or should we kiss in front of the media?"

 

"Are you crazy? Hmm..." Before Kel could finish muttering, he was immediately caught. Gun’s lips gently pressed against Kel's rosy lips, but he didn't insert his tongue to playfully exchange saliva like usual. He simply pressed his lips against Kels repeatedly. Actually, this kind of kiss made Kel more embarrassed than a French kiss, because those sharp eyes were watching him. Just as he pulled away and was about to kiss him again, Kel raised his hand to cover his mouth, his sweet eyes clearly showing his vulnerability.

 

"Please look at the time, my dear. You're just playing around."

 

"Heh," the tall figure chuckled with amusement. 

 

The sound of camera shutters clicking rapidly echoed as Kantapong stepped into the room, amidst a murmur of excitement from the media. The press conference was about to begin.

 

There are probably only a few official things to announce here. Either they're announcing good news or addressing scandals involving members of their agency. Today, Gun doesn't even know what kind of probing questions he'll be asked by the reporters. The chairman let him come in alone first, while Kel waited in the same room, watching the interview on screen.

 

"Hello," he greeted after sitting down.

 

"Nong Kant," it's typical for reporters to get straight to the point because every second is precious to them during an interview. When becoming a celebrity, it's essential to have clear and sufficient information to facilitate its dissemination.

 

"Last night, a Facebook user posted a picture of Nongkan at a race track, hugging his former manager. It ultimately led to a bet. The injury was so severe that it required hospitalisation. Is that true?"

 

"That's a lot of information."

 

He offered a compliment, but the sentence's content left many speechless, as if the model wasn't particularly pleased that the questioner was being so stingy.

 

"That was very detailed," he said, a slight smile playing on his lips as he posed for the camera before continuing.

 

"Yes, everything is true."

 

"And what does it mean to hug your former personal manager? The picture shows you two very close, like a couple," the same reporter pressed.

 

"Yes, my former manager and I have only recently started dating," he said, referring to yesterday's intimate embrace. It's like we're not officially dating yet, but there's no need to tell anyone, is there?

 

"Huh? / Really? / I knew it!" Many seemed surprised by the answer, but some had anticipated it.

 

"Can you tell me when you two started dating? Was it when you, Kel, were still Nongkan's manager?" 

 

See, I guessed right. Everyone's focused on that. The issue is about a male model secretly dating his personal manager.

"No, we started dating after he resigned," Kantapong answered truthfully.

 

"And what about the prior relationship? For two people to fall in love and decide to be a couple, it certainly doesn't happen in just a day or two." A male reporter then asked a question.

 

"I was interested in him from the moment I first met him. I started to like him more, but I never thought I'd like him this much."

 

"Oh, so that means, during the time they've been together, Kant and Khun Kel have a relationship that goes beyond just manager and model?"

 

Wow! That's incredibly accurate.

 

"That's right."

 

"I like him, but he's always behaved well. I once asked him to be my boyfriend, but he rejected me because he was afraid the reporters would spread rumors like you did. Just a moment ago," the young model retorted sharply. 

 

"Please be considerate when asking questions. The reporter looked a little taken aback, and the atmosphere became awkward for a moment before returning to normal. "So, in short, you liked Nong Kel, right? You just didn't date him at that time?"

 

"Yes, we like each other, but it seems like our feelings are dependent on the media. I'm really annoyed, but I forced him to answer."

 

"No agreement," another phrase that directly expressed their feelings to the media, but no one seemed fazed.

 

"And regarding Mr Kel's resignation as your personal manager, does it relate to the fact that the two of you plan to date without any suspicion of being in a relationship?" "Inappropriate status," the journalist's question seemed clever and worth answering, using words that weren't malicious towards others.

 

"That's true. He waited for the right moment. My boyfriend cares a lot about the people around him, whether it's the news writers or me. Everyone knows that he’s a new manager; he didn't really love or enjoy this kind of work before. But once he actually started doing it, he said he liked it. It made him more disciplined. But in the end, he had to quit the job just because he was worried about my image," he began, bragging about his boyfriend to the media.

"Actually, we journalists shouldn't meddle in the lives of people in the industry so much, right? It's like we're making the younger ones unhappy," said the man in the black hat, causing several people to glare at him. 

 

Gun burst into laughter, knowing full well that this journalist was sent by the chairman. Punn had told him not to pick a fight with the media, but his own people were far more cunning.

 

"It's alright, feel free to ask," Kant helped to liven up the atmosphere again.

 

"What kind of agreement was reached for that resignation? It would be a real shame to leave a job you've started to enjoy. Not many people are happy with their work."

 

"You talk as if you're not happy being a journalist."

 

Gun laughed again. The reporter immediately nodded, indicating that stalking other people's lives wasn't a job everyone wanted to do. He began...Now I feel sorry for you.

 

"We talked about how if our relationship being publicised would be a problem, I would quit the entertainment industry and then we could be together, so we wouldn't have to worry about it."

 

"It was complicated by the term 'public figure,' but he wouldn't let me quit this career, so he ended up quitting his job as my personal manager. Because a model having a boyfriend or girlfriend outside the industry probably wouldn't be as criticised as having one who's his manager. The problem lies with the people writing the news. But my boyfriend is very timid and easily intimidated, especially by the media, even though it's a matter between the two of us."

 

"I'm still wondering. How can two people who like each other live together without going too far?"

 

"Do you want me to say that we went too far before officially announcing we were dating?" Gun’s sharp gaze fixed on the reporter. It seems like an implicit reprimand.

 

"It's not like that. I was just curious how you two behaved towards each other." The question lacked confidence, and it was very difficult. Kant was silent for a moment, thinking back to the past. How did they behave?... Well, whenever they were hungry, they'd pounce. How did they manage not to go too far?... They lived together like husband and wife, having sex so often that they broke several pieces of furniture in the room, and all that remained was for Kel to get pregnant with his child.

"Can't you answer, Nongkan?" another person pressed, as if determined to get a scandalous scoop. This is an example of impolite media behaviour.

 

"I'm not sure if this is a good thing to say."

 

"Huh? What do you mean? Don't tell me..."

 

"It's a relationship where he likes to cook for me in my room, and whenever I fall asleep, I secretly kiss his cheek. He's never known about this."

 

"Even before that, I knew it was wrong to secretly do that, but I couldn't resist his cuteness." There's no reason to tell those who are just looking to write damaging news about their frequent encounters.

 

"Does this constitute intentional harassment and sexual harassment?"

 

When I tried to say something cute about my boyfriend, I got accused of harassment. It's so frustrating. No matter what I say, it always seems inappropriate. Reporters these days are all so clever – good at finding fault and driving people in the industry crazy. When they run out of negative things to write about, they resort to the "Gun likes to molest people while they're sleeping" card. No matter what, they'll probably write a scandalous story about him. 

 

A little while later, Kel walked into the room, and then everyone's attention turned to the short man.

 

"No, it's not really harassment. Actually, I'm aware of it every time he does it, but I pretend not to notice because I don't want things to go too far. I even feel really guilty for not reciprocating his confession of liking me back then, even though I liked him too. If any of you think our relationship is inappropriate, could you advise me on what to do? Because I've already tried my best to prevent Gun from getting any negative publicity." He finished his sentence.

 

"You have such a lovely face, Kel! This is the first time I've ever seen you this close up." Both the compliment and the sound of a camera shutter rang out simultaneously.

 

Kel smiled at the camera in a friendly manner, his sweet eyes being very charming and captivating.

 

"I think you're missing the point," the model suddenly retorted, the smile fading from his handsome face.

"Oh my gosh, he's definitely jealous," one person said.

 

"Calm down, I was just complimenting you," the man quickly said.

 

"In short, they are now officially a couple. Everything is happy. May their love last a long time!" This was the voice of a fake reporter, a subordinate of the president, who tried to end it there.

 

"But we still have so many things to know," the person who was still dissatisfied with the answer interrupted, but everything came to a halt when the president of the modelling agency walked in.

 

"I apologise for having to inform all media outlets that the press conference is over. Kandapong has a series to film, and my nephew also has an appointment with family"

 

"That's right, we forgot to ask about the TV series."

 

"I didn't ask about Kel being the chairman's nephew. He's so cute, maybe we could bring him in as a model."

 

"Please follow my series. As for him becoming a model, that's definitely not going to happen." (Who would let their wife take photos?)

 

It's like Kel's the type who does whatever the client tells him. Especially with a body like that, I bet only sexy magazines would contact him.

 

Kant stood up, bowed his head to the media, then walked hand-in-hand with Kel out of the room. It all depended on how each media outlet chose to write the news; he probably answered the question as best he could. But media consumers these days also criticise journalists for making negative accusations without evidence. The two returned to the same room, followed by the chairman and his secretary, who was beaming.

 

"He did well. I don't think there will be any negative news," the chairman said sincerely after listening to the model's interview.

 

"I love it! Did Nong Kant really sneak a kiss on Mr Kels’ cheek while he was asleep? I'm blushing so much!" This was the secretary's voice, causing the couple to exchange immediate glances. Where on earth would something like that happen? They both chuckled softly at their self-created sweet moment.

 

Gun had no other choice. To be honest, he couldn't say that there were fewer sweet and romantic moments than lewd ones. He'd even played with sex toys before.

 

"Let's have dinner together tonight."

 

"Huh? Me?" Gun asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. He thought the chairman was going to invite his nephew instead because he was looking at him.

 

"Kel's parents wanted to meet the model who introduced their son to the media, but we haven't asked them for permission yet."

 

"Uh... sir," Gun was speechless.

 

"See you when I'm done filming the series. Work hard!" Having said that, he immediately walked out of the room. His secretary quickly ran after him. Now, only just the two of them.

 

"I forgot to ask my parents first," the tall figure said, suddenly realising it.

 

"We're in a hurry. When would we have time to ask for their permission? They understand," Kel replied, trying to reassure his lover and prevent him from overthinking it.

 

"Were you just saying that to reassure me? Look at what the chairman said."

 

"That guy's a real scarecrow. He exaggerates everything. I told you, my parents are the kindest."

 

"But do I really have to have dinner with them? I'm so nervous because I've never met them or talked to them before."

 

"Sit beside me. If you're tense, I'll help you relax." A slender leg stepped closer, and a hand reached out to caress his broad chest. 

 

The alluring gaze caused Gun to pull Kel's little waist closer, trying to cast aside his worries. He planted a passionate kiss on him, his hot tongue exploring his soft mouth as he pleased. The unsuspecting man tried to pull back, responding with equal passion.

 

"Mmm."

He kissed his wife while cornering him, the small man kept backing away until he was pressed against the edge of the table. He quickly lifted Kel onto the table, supporting him himself. Gun came and stood between Kel's slender legs, their mouths still locked together until their heavy breathing could be heard.

 

"This place is fine," Kandapong said, pulling away.

 

"I have to go to work. What do you want now?"

 

"Or do you not want to?"

 

"Gun." Kel smiled shyly, his beautiful eyes trying to avert their gaze.

 

"My love," the tall man whispered in a husky voice before nuzzling Kel's cheek.

 

"How about tonight? Let's celebrate being boyfriends," a sweet voice said softly.

 

"Really?" Gun asked again, wanting confirmation. He was overjoyed now. The petite figure nodded slightly before smiling. 

 

The young model moved his face closer again, playfully touching noses, but then, unable to resist, he raised his hands to cup Gun’s handsome face and kissed him again. Their bodies pressed closer and closer until, at this point, Gun, who was always punctual, felt like he wanted to be late for work for once.