Touch Me Again
Chapter 1: Greetings
“Brother Porsche…”
“Yes?”
“Just call me Porsche.”
“You’re still young. I don’t want us to seem too distant tonight.”
“Cheers… Brother Porsche.”
In the luxurious office, the dim lighting perfectly complemented the late-night atmosphere. The room’s occupant crossed his long, slender legs and rested them on the desk, his broad back leaning against a soft cushion. Reclining comfortably in his chair, he looked utterly at ease.
Yet fragments of words from the past suddenly surfaced from the depths of his memory, even though two years had passed since that night.
Perhaps it was because his best friend, Kuntee, had recently been flirting with men nearly ten years younger than himself, and someone as sarcastic as Porsche couldn’t resist teasing him about it. He joked that Kuntee was trying to lure a child. The conversation stirred a faint memory of a similar experience from Porsche’s own past, though it ended there.
As for the other person’s name, needless to say, Porsche had forgotten it the moment they parted. All he remembered was that they had been rather cute.
That was all Porsche remembered. Even if they happened to meet again by chance, he probably wouldn’t recognise the person he had once shared a bed with. After all, he was a charming single man who captivated people wherever he went.
Gifted with knowing glances and smooth words, Porsche attracted countless admirers. Yet he rejected every one of them without a second thought, never taking anyone seriously. He simply had no reason to remember such fleeting romances.
“Brother Porsche, your guests are starting to arrive.”
The report from his trusted subordinate brought the nightclub owner back to reality.
“Alright, I’ll be down in a minute.”
The well-known “Porsche guy” was the owner of Rose Club, famous for its unrivalled luxury and exceptional service. While the drinks were expensive, every aspect of the club justified the price. It was especially popular among celebrities and high-ranking figures who held luxury VIP cards and came to indulge in its exclusive pleasures.
The entertainment complex occupied five floors. The ground floor served as reception, with facilities and service comparable to those of a five-star hotel. The second and third floors were dedicated to entertainment, bars, drinks, music, and light shows, with carefully organised zones tailored to different styles of nightlife.
The fourth floor was Porsche’s private space for work and relaxation, accessible only to the club owner, his closest friends, and trusted subordinates. The fifth floor, reserved exclusively for wealthy VIP cardholders, could only be described as paradise. Whether guests simply wished to unwind or preferred somewhere to “work up a sweat”, the top floor offered the finest service available.
“Hey, look! Porsche’s so handsome!”
The whispered comment, unintentionally overheard by its subject, reached the nightclub owner’s ears. Porsche turned and, as he always did, raised a hand towards the staff with an easy smile. Compliments like these had long since become routine, whether they came from his employees or his customers.
The young nightclub owner possessed the lean, well-proportioned physique of a professional model. Brushing his fringe back revealed a strikingly handsome, charismatic face. Leaving his private office on the fourth floor, he picked up his favourite jacket and slipped it over his dark T-shirt, completing the stylish yet refined image expected of the owner of such an exclusive establishment as he prepared for the night’s event.
“Cheers to our class reunion tonight!”
On the third floor of Rose Club, Porsche, the handsome bachelor and sole owner of the club, stood on the terrace overlooking the bustling bar below on the second floor.
Tonight, the venue had been reserved exclusively for a private class reunion. Laughter and cheerful conversation filled the air. Porsche had closed the club for the evening to welcome old friends. Some he still met regularly, while others he hadn’t seen in years.
The gathering was simply about catching up, reminiscing about the past, and enjoying themselves in luxurious surroundings with premium drinks.
“Porsche.”
“Hey, Ben. How are you? Had anything to drink yet?”
The somewhat unfamiliar voice made Porsche turn around. Standing there was Ben, a classmate he had never been particularly close to. They had never exchanged private messages, only followed one another on social media. At best, they were casual acquaintances.
“I’ve already had a drink. What about you? Why are you standing here? Aren’t you going downstairs? Everyone’s having a great time.”
“It’s more interesting watching from up here.”
Smiling, Porsche placed both hands on Ben’s shoulders and gently turned him towards the terrace while continuing to watch him himself.
“Thanks for choosing this place for the reunion. I’ve never been to Rose Club before. The atmosphere is incredible.”
“Come back anytime if you like it.”
“Do you really mean that?”
“Of course.”
Porsche answered without hesitation, taking another sip of his drink. His sharp eyes remained fixed on the man beside him, causing Ben to avert his gaze.
“W-What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Ben smiled shyly, unable to hide his embarrassment beneath Porsche’s unwavering gaze.
“It’s been years since I last saw you. You’ve become even more handsome.”
“Are you flirting with me?”
Porsche didn’t answer. He merely curled the corners of his lips into a faint smile before turning his attention back to the lively reunion below.
The silence between them didn’t last long. Ben kept stealing glances at Porsche, captivated by the handsome, sophisticated man standing beside him. Meanwhile, Porsche’s dazzling presence gave Ben the courage to state what he really wanted.
“I don’t have your personal Line account yet. Shall we exchange IDs?”
“I don’t have your personal Line account yet. Shall we exchange IDs?”
“So… you want to chat privately?”
“Yes.”
Porsche had expected as much.
Ben gently rested his hand on the back of Porsche’s hand, looking directly into those sharp eyes. He was convinced he hadn’t misunderstood the signals. Before this conversation, Porsche’s behaviour had clearly gone beyond a simple greeting between old classmates.
“I’m sorry, Ben, but I think you’ve misunderstood me.”
Porsche took Ben’s hand and gently removed it from his own. Those sharp eyes remained fixed on Ben, a faint smile still on his lips.
“I’ll see you downstairs later.”
After offering one final smile, Porsche went to greet a few more classmates before returning to the third-floor terrace. From there, he casually swept his gaze across the lively gathering below, paying Ben no further attention.
“What a jerk.”
That was the first thing Kuntee said when Porsche walked over.
Kuntee had witnessed everything. Although he hadn’t been involved in the conversation, every moment had unfolded right in front of him.
“Seriously, Porsche. You’re an excellent boss… but a rubbish person.”
“Didn’t you see? Ben came to me first.”
“But you were the one who flirted with him.”
“Hah.”
Porsche merely shrugged, completely unfazed by the accusation.
“You really need to stop flirting with people only to walk away afterwards.”
“If I accepted everyone like you do, life would be exhausting. This is much more entertaining.”
Kuntee could only shake his head. There was no arguing with Porsche.
The two had been best friends for years, understanding each other better than anyone else. Their personalities were remarkably alike in many ways, yet completely opposite in others.
Kuntee was the perfect gentleman—kind, considerate, and polite to everyone he met.
Porsche, meanwhile, was equally charismatic but had absolutely no desire for love. He flirted shamelessly, not because he wanted relationships or one-night stands, but simply to prove his own irresistible charm. Once someone took the bait, he rejected them without mercy, leaving them utterly humiliated.
“The last person we absolutely have to thank tonight is the owner of this luxurious nightclub, who closed the entire venue just for us.”
As soon as the host, Boom, finished speaking, everyone’s eyes immediately began searching for the man in question.
“Porsche! Where are you hiding? Come and let everyone see you!”
Originally, Porsche had intended to remain quietly on the third-floor terrace and simply observe. However, under Boom’s persistent encouragement and the countless expectant gazes from below, he finally stepped forward.
“Everyone! Let’s hear it for Brother Porsche! Losing money doesn’t matter, but losing face certainly does. That’s why tonight’s reunion could happen.”
“The Rose Club VIP experience!”
The moment Boom finished joking, the room erupted into applause and laughter.
“Losing money is nothing, but losing face is absolutely unacceptable!”
It was a phrase that perfectly summed up Porsche’s well-known personality.
“I hope everyone’s enjoying themselves.”
Smiling warmly, Porsche raised his glass of fine wine, inviting all his classmates to join him in a toast.
Among them was one particular person.
The one whose eyes had met Porsche’s several times throughout the evening.
Those phoenix eyes held a trace of arrogance. His beautifully shaped lips seemed reluctant to smile, yet there was no denying the handsome young man possessed an irresistible charm. Although he deliberately sat quietly in the corner, avoiding attention, he still stood out effortlessly.
His snow-white skin contrasted sharply with his black cropped jacket, revealing just a glimpse of his slender waist. His fashionable mullet hairstyle framed his delicate features perfectly. A straight, elegant nose and cherry-red lips completed a face that looked almost sculpted.
Perhaps that was why Porsche found himself so distracted.
What could possibly be more captivating than the person sitting before him?
Their eyes met across the room.
Porsche raised his wine glass, tilted his head slightly, and, instead of greeting him with words, silently invited him to share a drink.
Normally, Porsche never initiated conversations.
But there were exceptions.
“Stop those filthy thoughts, Porsche.”
“What now, Kun?”
Porsche asked calmly, still leisurely sipping his drink. He knew exactly what Kuntee meant.
“Today’s a reunion, and the person you’ve been staring at isn’t from our year. That means someone else brought him here.”
Porsche already knew that. Since he never got involved with people who were already taken, it wasn’t surprising that Kuntee felt the need to remind him.
“So you’re saying he’s someone’s boyfriend?”
“…”
“I don’t think so.”
Porsche answered confidently.
His sharp eyes swept across the room before he beckoned over one of the club’s staff members.
“Yes, Brother Porsche.”
The waiter approached respectfully, clasping his hands together and bowing his head slightly.
“Who did that person come with tonight?”
“He came with the man in the white suit sitting on the right-hand side of the stage.”
Porsche nodded in acknowledgement. Once the waiter left, only he and Kuntee remained.
“Kevin?”
Kuntee repeated the name thoughtfully.
“That just makes me want him even more.”
“Porsche… just let it go.”
“I’m not trying to steal anyone’s boyfriend. But trust me, he’s definitely not Kevin’s lover.”
Porsche raised an eyebrow at his best friend.
He placed his empty glass onto a passing waiter’s tray before resting both arms casually on the terrace railing, looking down at the lively gathering below.
Moments later, Kuntee realised Porsche’s confidence wasn’t baseless.
Kevin, the man they had just mentioned, approached the beautiful young man who had caught Porsche’s attention. Reaching out as though to take Riew’s hand, Kevin barely touched him before Riew calmly stepped aside.
“Could you not act like this in front of your friends, Riew?”
“How exactly am I supposed to act?”
“You’re always so distant with me. I was the one who brought you here.”
“You know perfectly well I didn’t come willingly.”
“And you also know perfectly well that I don’t like being touched.”
Kevin could only grit his teeth before returning to his group of friends.
From above, Porsche and Kuntee had witnessed everything. Although the distance prevented them from hearing the conversation clearly, it was obvious the exchange hadn’t been pleasant.
“When you hug Gear, has he ever looked at you like that?”
“What does Gear have to do with this?”
Kuntee replied flatly, his expression making it clear he had no interest in continuing the conversation.
“It means Gear doesn’t hate you. But Kevin just got a look of complete disgust… Riew wouldn’t even let him touch him.”
“Whatever makes you happy.”
Kuntee simply shrugged and finished his drink in one gulp.
Seeing his friend’s resigned expression, Porsche chuckled softly, patted him on the shoulder, and headed downstairs alone to join the reunion.
Porsche deliberately chose a seat at the very back.
He had no need to seek attention. Simply sitting there was enough to make him the centre of attention.
The party continued smoothly until the classmates began organising games, something that happened at nearly every reunion.
Porsche had long grown tired of childish party games, though he admitted they did help create a livelier atmosphere.
“The King’s Game is much more fun!”
Boom’s suggestion was met with immediate cheers.
As everyone eagerly prepared, Porsche unexpectedly volunteered.
“I’ll be the king.”
The room instantly fell silent.
Every pair of eyes turned towards him.
Porsche stood, confidence radiating from him. He already knew no one would object.
And no one did.
“Go ahead! Everyone agrees. You closed your club just so we could have this reunion.”
Amid the laughter and applause, Porsche nodded.
A captivating smile spread across his face.
His long legs carried him from the back of the room to the front, where Boom handed him the microphone.
“So then, Your Majesty… tell us who has to do what.”
Porsche didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he smiled faintly and tilted his head, drawing everyone’s anticipation even higher.
He casually picked up a glass of wine.
Every step he took was calm and confident, as though he had already chosen his target.
Passing countless former classmates, he headed straight towards the left-hand side of the stage.
At the bar sat only one person.
The handsome young man with almond-shaped eyes, flawless skin, and a fashionable cropped top…
The one who had been stealing glances at Porsche all evening.
Porsche stopped in front of him and smiled.
“Beautiful… shall we have a drink together?”