Personal Manager

Chapter 27, My little brother doesn't like injections.

 

Shortly after the male model revealed his boyfriend, as expected, all the news outlets congratulated the couple. Kel's pretty face was widely discussed among Gun’s fans, prompting attention to the model's boyfriend as well. Their phones were constantly buzzing with notifications. They've now left the modelling agency, and Gun is driving Kelhome.

 

"Kant's friends said they're happy for him that he finally has a wife. He'll probably become a brave househusband, doing the laundry for his wife from now on," the slender figure said, his gaze sweeping over the subject. Read the text message from your boyfriend's phone aloud.

 

"Hmm," Kantapong could only shake his head and chuckle at the teasing. The readers couldn't help but laugh too; this time it was the sound of Kel's cell phone. Even though he'd already answered all the questions, it seemed his friend still wanted to ask more, or at least answer something.

 

Answering wasn't enough, so they called into the group chat with the three of them. Kel answered the call and immediately put it on speakerphone, then placed it on the doorknob. This was because his hands were busy; he was still using his boyfriend's phone.

 

("Screeeam...") A loud scream startled everyone listening. Kant also quickly turned to look, confused.

 

"What's wrong with you, Sand?" Kel asked back.

 

("I was so excited watching Nongkan's interview. He loves you, Kel. He loves you so much.") 

 

Judging from the voice, he must be genuinely excited. There are three people in the group, but only two are currently talking. This is because Net is attending a team meeting. Office workers' lives are hectic, but for Sai, no matter how busy she is, she has to put work aside because this trending news is more important. Judging from the voice, Kel suspects Sai is secretly chatting in the restroom, just like she always does.

 

("Didn't see you for a while, and suddenly you're married!") The woman continued, and the person on the phone almost burst out laughing.

 

"It wasn't easy getting to this point." We almost didn't end up together, the day he decided to run away. If Gun hadn't followed and stopped him. They're probably crying right now.

("If you're not pretty, you have to work harder. You have to try a little harder.")

"Wow," I felt really annoyed with my friend.

 

("But you can't really say that... If you weren't pretty, why would guys say they were interested from the first meeting? How do you feel about what he said in that interview?")

 

"Of course I'm embarrassed! Who would have thought he'd be interested? At first, Gun was so fierce and scary," the petite man replied to his friend, glancing at his lover and unable to resist wrinkling his nose at him. I still remember Kantapong always complaining about being late.

 

("And now, what's the deal?")

 

"Not fierce, unless you make him angry," Kel replied immediately, having experienced it firsthand. If you anger Gun, he's like a completely different person, a fiery outburst. ("I didn't mean fierce like that!") The voice on the other end snapped.

 

"Wait a minute!"

("Like, his waist... does he like giving you injections?") Sai kept asking, while Kel felt his face getting hot. Looking at his lover again, Kel saw him smiling broadly, as if pleased with the question.

 

The car stopped right in front of the house, but the slender figure was still on the phone. Kel was afraid that if he got out while still on the phone with his friend, he wouldn't be able to say goodbye to his lover. They never really part ways like normal people; they always have to hug, kiss, and cuddle a little.

 

"Am I sick? Why do I have to get an injection?" Kel had to be innocent, even though he knew what his friend meant. 

 

("Oh, you're not sick, you're just being flirtatious. I'm sure your younger sibling will definitely make you get an injection.")Kel retorted loudly. 

 

Gun just laughed. Before unlocking the belt for his boyfriend, he slowly shifted across to secure the strap, even though he could have let go, but he intentionally wanted to gaze at his sweet face at close range

 

"You're so horny, Sai," Kel said, then immediately pressed his lips together tightly. It was because Gun’s handsome face was only inches away, and his sharp eyes were staring at him like a pervert. Still hungry and thirsty, even though they'd already kissed while at the modelling agency.

 

("Answer me quickly, I need to get back to work.") The voice on the other end urged. The young model glanced down at the small communication device, then adjusted it. His lips moved closer to his ear.

 

"Answer me," he whispered very softly.

("Oh, you're so quiet? I just asked that.")

 

"I don't like injections," Kel blurted out immediately.

 

("really")

"But you like driving piles, making that 'thump, thump, thump' sound," a sweet voice said lewdly. It was a sentence that Gun particularly liked to hear. He stared at Kel he immediately kissed his slender, rosy lips.

 

("Screeeeeam...") A loud scream from the cell phone echoed through the car. Kantapong pulled his face away his giving the reward. Kel smiled while biting her lip out of embarrassment.

 

("I'm going to cry. Can I just picture it? I've seen Nongkan's physique before, the day I carried you to your room.") Sai continued speaking in a soft, clear, and loud.

 

"You're fitter than ever now," she said, and without further ado, her slender hand reached out to touch his firm abdomen. Even with his shirt on, she knew those abs were beautiful. He often sees them, and he also likes to stroke and lick those muscles.

 

"Mmm," a deep groan escaped his lips as he was caressed.

("What good deeds did you do? Hearing this makes me want a husband!")

 

"I'm hanging up now. Go to work." May I interrupt my friend before he can finish? He really can't take it anymore; he wants to kiss his lover.

 

("Hey, why are you rushing me away?")

"You should show your boss some respect," Kel retorted immediately.

 

("Let's have a party, I miss you. Bring Nong Kant too, so I can admire him.) But it seems his good friend isn't paying attention to his words at all.

 

"Of course I have to take it, right? Because nowadays I don't like sitting on chairs in bars, I prefer sitting on my husband's lap." Kel's slender hand moved to stroke Gun’s strong thigh. ("I'll be good to you, you slut!") If Sai knew how far-fetched his actions were, he'd surely get a beating with a stick.

 

"I'm only flirtatious with my husband, that's all. I don't act like a slut anymore, otherwise he'll get violently jealous, and that'll be bad." The two stared at each other intently. Guys really like it when girls call them that. Terms like "husband" and "wife" should be used more often.

 

("Oh my god, I'm going to go crazy. If I want to hear something amazing, I have to call you and ask for all the details like this, huh?") Sai groaned. "Go to work now. See you later."

 

("Okay, dear friend.") This time, the woman hung up.

 

"Kel!" Kant blurted out immediately. The smaller figure pulled his hand back, but his gaze remained provocative.

 

"Are you being possessive? This is your wife," the pretty face retorted, tilting up.

 

"I want to drive piles," the big man said frankly.

 

***I can’t find a translation for ‘drive piles’. I have left it in the chapter and will come back to it.***

 

"Tonight, my love."

 

"Yes," he replied in the calm manner of someone who could always wait, but inwardly he was already thinking that his wife needed to be spanked until he was red-faced. That served him right for the provocative attitude. If I didn't have work today, I'd be driving piles around in the car, making a loud noise.

 

"See you this evening," the beautiful lips uttered, Kels ' sweet, alluring eyes gazing down at the other's lips, and they kissed again.

 

What an unimpressive first meeting with my girlfriend's parents! The series was filmed until 8 PM because the director wasn't satisfied with the ending. Kantapong arrived at the famous restaurant and saw his lover already waiting for him. After parking his car, he hurried over to him.

 

"Have you been waiting long?"

 

"About an hour. Are you tired, Kant? Come here as soon as you're done working," the slender figure asked immediately.

 

"Don't worry about me. Let's hurry."

 

Instead of Kel worrying about Gun being late and making the adults wait, he’s more worried about Gun not getting some rest; he’s such a lovely wife.

 

The two walked hand in hand into the luxuriously decorated restaurant. The tall man was still troubled, feeling worried all day that the two of them wouldn't like him. Arriving late, and only at this scheduled time, only made him more anxious. Upon arrival, he found himself met by the chairman and two other senior figures. Currently, there were only appetisers on the table, probably because everyone was waiting for him.

 

"Hello. I apologise for being late," Kantapong greeted with a respectful bow.

 

"Hello, dear. Please sit down." Only Kel's mother responded; his father only nodded, which annoyed Kel. He's pretending to be serious, whereas before he was chatting and laughing happily.

 

"It's probably alright to be late because of work, right?" the chairman asked for his sister and brother-in-law's opinions.

 

"It's good that he's a hardworking person," Kel's father said.

 

"Your name is Gun, right? Where do you live?" The mother's voice was so soft and sweet. Just moments before, she'd told Kel to give up, but after hearing the whole story, she immediately fell for him. She was so proud that this model didn't let her son go, that he bravely faced the challenges and managed to date and get to know each other.

 

"My home is in Chiang Rai," Kantapong replied politely. The smaller man knew his lover was nervous, so he reached out and held his hand—it was under the table on the other side, though. But it's not like the higher-ups don't know. The chairman sitting at the head of the table has seen everything.

 

"Have her parents found out yet? What do they think?" Kel's father asked again.

 

"My mom doesn't know yet, but my dad does. They're separated now. My dad said he wants to see my boyfriend, and my grandma is waiting for me to bring him back."

 

"Sorry to intrude on your family matters."

 

"You're welcome," he replied, smiling.

 

"Mom wants to say something, Dad. Do you think this one looks like the previous one?"

 

"It's like when Gun walked in, he thought Dr Ohm had taken off his glasses," the two adults said softly, but everyone at the table could hear. Kantapong frowned. Without realising it, the small figure froze, motionless.

 

"Ugh..." I'm going to go crazy. Please, Mom and Dad, you shouldn't mention my ex-boyfriend to my new boyfriend. I already dislike Ohm.

 

"Excuse me, I'll serve the food," the waitress interrupted, and soon several dishes were placed on the table.

 

"It's a bit impolite of me to order first, but I hope you can eat it, Nong Kant," his mother said with a smile.

 

"I can eat anything."

 

"Would you like anything to drink? Liquor, beer, vodka, white wine, red wine?" The father listed almost every type of drink.

 

"Is this a good idea?" Kel interrupted with a hesitant expression. They were meeting for the first time and were already being invited to drink alcohol.

 

"It's nice. The last time I had drinks with the models from my agency was at the modelling agency's anniversary party last year," Gun said.

 

"Yes," since both my prospective father-in-law and the chairman had said so, it would be impolite to refuse. After finishing dinner, they continued their conversation. Now it had become a small gathering of three people who were becoming closer due to the effects of alcohol.

 

As for the alcohol, Kel only took a few sips, but he preferred to talk to his mother more because his father was only talking to his prospective son-in-law.

 

"Look, I was thinking of having Kel help out at the company. He’s free now anyway," the father said, turning to his son.

 

"What position? I'm not good at design at all. I'm not skilled in this area." 

 

His family runs a home design business. The company handles interior and exterior design and related services. Most of the staff are architects and engineers.

 

"Choose whichever position you want, or would you like your father's position?"

 

"I'm going to get a headache," he thought, because he saw his father working so hard. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but he just wasn't good at it.

 

"Then come be a model at the modelling agency," my uncle said.

 

"Seriously, Silim, ask her. Mom watched the interview. Why doesn't Nongkan want P’Kel to be a model? It would be better if they worked together. Isn't that right?"

 

"I'm possessive. This profession requires showing a lot of skin," Gun answered honestly.

 

"Ah," the chairman immediately understood. He had been wondering for a long time why Kantapong had altered his tone before ending the press conference.

 

"So, what do you want to do, kel?" His father asked again.

 

"Can my child bake with me at home? I'm lonely."

 

"As you wish. I just want you to be good at something so you'll be a good match for your boyfriend, in case her parents are concerned about your career."

 

"That's right, I completely forgot to think of that."

 

"I think there's no need to pressure P’Kel. He doesn't have to do anything for me. Just being with me is enough," the young model commented.

 

"Okay, Dad. Kel will go and learn the ropes at the company."

 

"Very good," my father replied with a smile.

 

In truth, Kel himself had never looked ahead, never considered what areas he needed to improve in, despite his age. Having lived a comfortable life since birth made Kel unwilling to strive for anything. From now on, he’ll need to adjust his perspective. Gun works so hard that he barely has time to rest; he probably won't be able to travel and have fun as he did before. Thinking about this, Gun wants to put on a suit and become a top executive, vowing to succeed and be good for his loved ones.

 

"My father thought that because Kant was famous, he would become arrogant."

 

"Not arrogant, and very well-behaved," the chairman said instead, causing Kel to smile affectionately.

 

"Thank you, sir."

 

"I believe in your choice, son," he said, turning to speak to his son again before clinking glasses with his future son-in-law.

 

"Are you drunk? You were speaking so harshly at first," his wife asked good-naturedly.

 

"I'm just saying what I see," then laughter erupted, filling the dinner table with joy. Gun believed what Kel had said—that the two of them were very kind.

 

"Are you going home to sleep tonight?" the mother asked her son.

 

"If I don't sleep at home, where am I going to let the kids sleep?"

 

"I prefer living in a condo to a house."

 

"Normally, our son is working, but now he is unemployed," the couple argued.

 

"But Dad..." Kel murmured.

 

"What's wrong? Why the long faces?" The father asked, raising an eyebrow, when he saw the expressions on Gun and Kel’s faces, which looked like they were displeased.

 

"I want to sleep in the condo," Kel said.

 

"Dad knows."

 

"Honey," my mother quickly interrupted.

 

"On the first day we started dating, we did it."

 

"What? I didn't give you anything." The two reminisced about their past, when they first started dating.

 

"I mean kissing. Our child would probably want to do that too."

 

Kant and Kel looked bewildered. The adults probably thought their first date would be celebrated with hugs and kisses, but it's definitely more than that. Unless, of course, they do it tonight.

 

Gun is experiencing withdrawal symptoms like someone craving drugs. Kel's body is an addictive substance; no matter how many times Gun consumes it, he still craves it.

Everything went as planned. Kel's parents and uncle had left, and he was already in his lover's car. The scent of light wine lingered on both of them. A sharp nose nuzzled against a pale neck, inhaling the fragrant scent deeply. A little dizzy, Gun became impatient.

 

"Do I really look like your ex-boyfriend?" the man whispered.

 

"No, don't listen to my parents." I thought Kant had forgotten about that point.

 

"Hmph! It's not like they like me because I look like him," the model said with a displeased expression.

 

"Oh, are you sulking? No one is a replacement for anyone. I love Kant because he is Kant, not because he's like Ohm."

 

"Am I like him? Let me ask again," his sharp eyes demanded an answer.

 

Kel didn't know whether he should speak.

 

"Hmm?" he urged.

 

"Well... at first glance, I thought you looked alike, but after spending more time together, you’re completely different."

 

"...” There was only silence until the small figure began to feel uneasy. "Don't be angry," the sweet face visibly drooped.

 

"Did I really make you that serious? Don't be angry. I'm much more handsome than that doctor." The self-absorbed guy retorted, his confidence waning.

 

"Are you kidding? I don't want you to worry about us anymore. I love you so much."

 

"I love you too," Kant moved closer, his hand resting on Kel's leg, so close to that area that it sent shivers down his spine.

 

"Mmm, let's get to the condo first," a sweet voice moaned softly.

 

"How about car sex?" It was something neither of them had ever tried.

 

"It's cramped, Kant, you know I like to use a lot of space. I want to be carried around the room as Gun did again. It's painful, but also very exciting," the slender lips finished speaking and parted his lips slightly, nuzzling them but refusing to kiss. Kel's really good at teasing.

 

"I get emotional when you talk like that," the shorter man said honestly.

 

"Which kind?" That innocent expression is perfect for punishment. I'll make you scream all night!

 

"That's it," Kant pressed his lips against Kel's cheek and moved back to look into his eyes again.

 

"I really want to be pounded! Ah!" Knowing that Kandapong liked it made him want to say it even more. He was being stubborn, that's why he squeezed his waist.

 

"I'm suffering."

 

Because the engine had been running for so long, the parking attendant approached closer and even shone a flashlight. Kantapong had no choice but to return to his seat.

Back the car into its normal position, then back it out of the parking space.

 

"Okay, I want some sex." The slender hand immediately reached out and grabbed Kel's crotch.

 

"Kel, if you don't want us to do it in the car, then don't bother it yet." It's bulging so much in his pants, it's probably easy to touch.

 

"Can I give you oral sex? You can ejaculate in my mouth if you want. We can do it when we get to the room. You don't have any photo shoots tomorrow," the shorter man said, outlining his schedule. Everything was ready; his sweet, pleading eyes were eager to do that kind of thing.

"Ah, but I have to drive," Kant groaned, his slender face still bent down to the centre of the crotch.

 

"Go ahead and drive. I'm going to eat ice cream," Kel said, then greeted him with a kiss through the fabric. Neither of them knew who was more impatient at that moment.