[Note: One of the characters in this novel is Taemrak.

While I was translating,

his/her gender was ambiguous because he/she did not use gender-specific terms
like "kha/krap/pom/etc." In most of their dialogue, Taemrak used "rao,".
Additionally, his/her dialogue and presence in the story were limited. Since as a
non-native Thai speaker with basic knowledge with the help of my friend who I
considered as a Master, so, there is/are probability that I mistranslated.

While the trailer and MyDramaList depict Taemrak as a girl played by Ployphach
Phatchatorn, I have decided to portray his/her as male based on the official
translations, which confirm Taemrak's gender as male, aligning with my initial
assumption.

Plus, this translation has been made by a group of Thaienthu (my girls) and we
bought the original novel on Meb, we are begging you not to steal this translation
as we can use the money to buy the novels for the upcoming series. Hopefully our
effort worth with the value.]
Chapter 0

"I like you."

"I like you too."

"Then...can we try dating?"

"Eh, you mean like a boyfriend, right? But I don't like you in a romantic way."

Depressed...

Very depressed. I buried my face in my desk in my office on a Friday evening at the

end of the month when the salary came out. Shouldn't people be happier than this?

But not me. I wasn't happy at all. Besides work, my head was still full of thoughts
of being rejected by my senior, who I had secretly liked for eight full years.

He said he didn't like me in a romantic way.

And I'm too good, not his type at all.

Too good, too good, damn it...

I've always been good because my senior once said when he was the student
council president that he liked good people.

...Damn it

......Cheesy
.........Damn it!

It's like the world is collapsing, like the sky is falling. Being good for someone is so
damn empty.

I jumped up from the desk, pushed the chair back slightly for the comfort of my
legs, and fumbled for my phone on the pile of scattered belongings in front of me.
I immediately called my best friend.

I apologize for the wailing. I'm a victim of love.

"Are you surprised?"

[...Huh!?]

"Let's drink."

[Huh!?]

"Can you stop saying 'huh', Pakkao? I'm just asking you to drink with me."

[Is a ghost possessed you?] Pakkao asked at the other end of the line. Pakkao's
voice was filled with surprise that I had suddenly invited him to drink.

It's not surprising, though. There's no way that someone like me would be the one
to initiate a drinking session with a friend.

That's because I've been trying to be a good person for my senior all this time.

I don't drink alcohol.

I don't smoke cigarettes.

I don't flirt with women.

I don't praising men.

I lived a life according to the teachings of the Dharma.

I woke up at 6 am.

Went to the temple to offer alms.

And donated to the monks every Buddhist holy day.

In the end, I was heartbroken...We're just friends.

"I'm not a good man anymore."

[You're sadder than before, aren't you?]

"Yeah, the more I think about it, the sadder I get." I sniffled loudly because I was
about to cry. I didn't need to tell my best friend, who knew everything from the
beginning, anything else. Pakkao, who heard me, sighed deeply.

He took a deep breath, loudly enough for me to feel his frustration.

[I'll come pick you up.]

"Hurry up, I'm waiting." I hung up the phone and threw it on the pile of messy
belongings in front of me. But this time, I didn't lie down exhausted. I just got up
and gathered my things to go drinking.

My purpose in life has undergone a major change. Please remember, Wandee...I

will never be a good man anymore!
Chapter 1

"What do naughty children get, Phi?"

"My foot."

"Oh, Phi, have you ever spoken nicely to me?"

"Then how long will you follow us two?"

"Don't use the word 'us two'. I will follow Phi, alone and will follow until I take my
last breath. As for Nong Yoyak, walk a little further. Don't be a nuisance."

"Yeah."

"Yoyak, don't listen to him too much. Come here, walk next to me."

The owner of the name Yoyak raised one eyebrow. He did not leave behind and did
not walk to the side of his older brother, as he was ordered to do. He just stopped
his feet after walking to the middle of the alley. The two people who were arguing
in front stopped following and looked back in surprise.

The small man named Cherry asked Yoyak,

"What's up, Yoyak?"

"I want to drink Coke. It seems like it's running out at home. Ye and Ri, go ahead
first. I'll go back to buy it at the entrance of the alley."

"Then give me your bag. I'll take it and keep it for you."
Yoyak didn't refuse. He just nodded and took off the backpack that was slung over
his broad shoulders and handed it to Phi Cherry. His muscles were like those of an
athlete, with pronounced bulges. His tattoos on his arms and his handsome face,
with traces of injury, made him look fearsome in the dim light.

"Very big muscles, but Yoyak's arm muscles are from lifting milk bottles." Cherry
teased, letting go of Ye's arm and instead poking Yoyak's hard muscles. He was then
struck on the hand with a loud smack. Ye hit him again, out of love.

"Stop calling my brother a kid."

"What do you mean? This is Yoyak's mom. How can I insult my own son? But I'm
still your wife, just like before." Cherry said with a pout.

Yoyak shook his head at the argument between the two people in front of him.
After Ye took the backpack, the two of them paid no more attention to him.

They just kept walking ahead, arguing all the way.

So Yoyak did what he had intended to do. He turned around and walked back to
the entrance of the alley. His hand reached into his shorts pocket and pulled out
his phone. His white teeth bit his lips, and his sharp eyes glanced up at the sky at
around half-past one, and thinking about what to text the person he liked.

He typed 'I miss you' in one sentence, then deleted it because he was too afraid to
reveal his feelings. The light from the street lamps along the way shone on his
handsome face as he gazed up at the sky, catching the cool, damp droplets of dew.
Yoyak's face was covered in scars. He had a cut and stitches above his right
eyebrow, a bruise on his left cheekbone, blood dripping from the corner of his
mouth, and a long crack on his nose. His body was also covered in countless bruises.

He wasn't a thug who got into fights all the time. He was a boxer, and he had just
won a big fight today. He had won by knockout in the second round, but he had
paid a price for his victory.

'I won the medal today.'

He texted the person he liked.

In the end, the message sent to the person he liked was just a recount of his
ordinary daily life. Yoyak continued to walk slowly while waiting for a reply. But
after the recipient read the message, all he got was a stupid sticker. He waited for
a while, hoping for more, but there was nothing.

He sighed and put his phone away. He speed up his pace and walked faster. He put
his hands in in both sides his pockets, and he didn't realize that during the few
seconds he walked into the twenty-four-hour convenience store at around 1:30
am, someone was watching him with interest.

"I don't want a doctor husband anymore...

I want a thug husband."

It was Wandee without consciousness looking at Yoyak's tall figure. He maintained

a steady walking pace and admiring beautiful fingers of the person picked up the
coke from the shelf. He saw that the tall man, who was probably younger than him,
also picked out a few snacks and put them in the basket. After he was finished, he
went to pay for his things at the counter.

It was a shame that he's too drunk and his vision too blurry so he couldn't see the
other man's face clearly. But his face seemed to be fierce and intimidating.

This is it. This is the kind of bad guy I'm looking for. I've had enough of my boring
life for the past eight years.

Today, Wandee is going to be hot and wild. He's going to let go.

With his target in sight, Wandee used his hands to follow the edge of the table in
the convenience store. He supported his body and his pounding head as he walked
over to the man who...

had a body that was dangerously good.

His head was pounding like crazy. Dr Wandee's first time drinking alcohol had
ended with him puking all over himself and the toilet. His friend, Pakkao, had to
carry him back to his condo at 11pm.

But for some reason, he had suddenly decided to go for a walk and find something
hot to eat.

"I forgot my bag," the deep voice of the tall, muscular man said. Wandee noticed
that the other man was wearing a loose black shirt and shorts. His face was covered
in scars.

Gangster? His face is covered in scars.

"You can use my tote bag first. You can give it back to me when you're free,"
Wandee said.

"Okay."

"I saw you on TV earlier today. You won by knockout. You've got a hell of a punch."

What? Who's the one with the heavy punch?

He's definitely a thug, isn't he? He knocked someone out...

But this is good. I want to taste the spicy flavor of a bad guy.

Everyone likes bad guys. Even P'Tea likes bad people.. Damn it!

"Hey, Nong... Wanna talk for a bit?"

"..."

"Please pay for the condoms as well. I'll wait outside." Wandee threw two boxes of
condoms into Yoyak's basket. Then, he patted the thick shoulder of the larger
person before staggering out of the store as he had proclaimed, leaving the staff
and Yoyak looking at each other in confusion.

Yoyak stood still, his sharp eyes following the drunk man out.

Actually, he's waiting outside for real.

"You should take those out, Nong Yak. He must be really drunk."

"You can just add it all up with my stuff. It's...that thing. There are a lot of sexually
transmitted diseases these days. He must need it."
"Sigh, the siblings in this family are so kind."

(Wandee POV)

I don't know how I could have screamed and cried in front of that guy. Tears gushed
out like a broken damn, and I even clung to his legs in the middle of the night,
begging for love from Phi Tea. Even though I knew that the person I was hugging
was not him. He was much bigger than Phi Tea, and the sharpness of his face was
more intense.

I kept blaming myself for being too drunk, thinking that I was worthless and that no
one would love me. And finally, I don't know how, the guy that I despised in my
heart as a scoundrel or a mafia boss, ended up carrying me on his back and walking
silently down the street.

His back was broad, wide enough for me to bury my face in. And he was big...big
enough not to get tired when carrying me to the condo.

I told the security guard, who was familiar with me, in a slurred voice that he was
my friend, so I was able to enter the building easily.

"Take me to the elevator," I told him, refusing to get off his back. The tall man
sighed in exhaustion, but he agreed to carry me into the elevator.

"Which floor?"

"Eighteen."

"Can you walk on your own? You're heavy."

"No, I can't."
I heard him sigh again, and because I wanted to know what expression he was
making, I leaned in closer. Then I was startled and jumped because his sharp eyes
darted to look at me.

His eyebrows were very dark, and his eyelashes were long, thick, and curled. His
eyes were slanted like the villains in soap operas, but overall, it had to be said that
he was incredibly handsome.

He's so handsome. The scars on his face didn't diminish his handsomeness at all,
but there were too many of them. He had scars on the corner of his eyebrows,
cheekbones, bridge of his nose, and even at the corner of his mouth.

"You have a lot of scars, you gangster." I said.

"No, I'm not a gangster..."

"Then you're a mafia like in the movies?"

"That's not it either. We're on the eighteenth floor now. Which room?"

"1807, Just walk straight ahead."I said, secretly frightened by the bluntness of my
voice, but in my head I imagined a steamy scene in a Hong Kong mafia movie.

I'm not sure if there's a cheongsam in my room. I want to try on a tight red dress.
Then I lifted the short skirt up a little bit to show a little bit of my butt. Then let him
rub that part into the hole. I'd embrace him with softness like delicate fabric.

Do it hard to me, baby.

Put yours in.

Damn it, how could I think of something so dirty?

And how could there be a cheongsam in my room?

I must be drunk...very drunk.

"You...are in front of your room now, isn't it?" Yoyak had to turn his head to look
at the person behind him again. He sighed for the umpteenth time that day because
he was tired. Instead of going home to sleep comfortably after buying stuff, he met
a drunk man who didn't make sense and asked him to pay for condoms and also
clung to his legs to ask him to take him home.

In the end, he gave in because the person holding his leg kept crying, but it wasn't
easy because no matter how much he pulled him to stand up, that person just sat
there. So he...boldly carried the drunk man on his back and walked for almost two
kilometers to the condominium that the drunk man pointed out.

"You?" Yoyak called again, but it seemed that the other person had blacked out.
And he had to admit that he didn't know how to handle this situation. "If you know
you're a lightweight, don't drink in the first place."

The complaint came out as if it weren't his nature. Yoyak bent down slightly to put
the person he was carrying on the ground. He helped the drunk man sit against the
wall and scanned the area for the key card to unlock the room.

Luckily, the other person was wearing around a lanyard around his neck, and it held
the key card. Yoyak was surprised that the drunk man's body was clean and tidy,
and he even smelled a faint scent of fabric softener from his clothes.
Did he just walk around drunk? That's dangerous. He doesn't seem to be careful at
all.

And Yoyak was even more surprised when he found the name on the card...Dr.
Wandee Leawwattana, M.D.

A name like Wandee is really good.

[TN: Wandee means good day]

He read the name from the name tag that was attached to the key card, and then
he glanced at the person who was still passed out. His thin white hands were raised
to pat his face.

Must be mosquito bites. That's why his fair skin has started to develop red bumps.

Thinking that he shouldn't waste any more time, Yoyak tapped the card on the door
once. The sound of the unlocking system worked, and the door opened wide after
the door handle was pushed.

Yoyak dragged Wandee's feet into the room at the same time. He turned on the
lights and secretly surveyed the room. The doctor's room, which was still single,
was quite messy. The soft cushion of the sofa was used to support Wandee's thin
body.

Yoyak panted with fatigue, took a can of coke from the cloth bag and opened it to
drink. When he was done with his errand and was about to leave, the person who
had blacked out suddenly jumped up.
"Liu Dehua..." And then the lights in the room went out again. It was the work of
the owner of the room who turned it off. At this time, Wandee's imagination was
beyond comprehension.

[Tn: Liu Dehua is Chinese actor named Andy Lau]

A virtual world appeared in his consciousness. He thought that this was Yaowarat
in 1932, the era when the power of the mafia was flourishing (random imagination).

[TN: Yaowarat is Chinatown in Bangkok. In the original text, the year used is 2475
instead of 1932. However, Thailand use Buddhist era. So 2475-543=1932. I replaced
to make easily understand]

He was on Dragon Street connecting to Tiger Street (this is also random). He was a
beautiful girl named Kimju, standing in the middle of the Dragon Gang and the Tiger
Gang (this part is too imaginative).

The two gang leaders, Phi Liu and Phi Ho, are fighting to win Kimju's love...

Kimju loves Phi Liu because his name has the word 'Tea' in it. But in the end, the
one who gets her is Phi Ho from the Tiger Gang.

Kimju is hugged and kissed so passionately until her lips hurt. She shouts to Phi Liu
not to worry about her, but to hurry up and help her. Then the scene turned into a
Thai drama.

Wandee is pushed onto the bed. He shakes his body like a lakorn's heroine. The
person who pushed him was so strong that his hips almost cracked. Wandee shakes
his face, tears streaming down his cheeks, and sighs in despair.

"You'll only get my body. You bastard has no gentlemanly qualities, you're wicked."
"You...you kissed me first. I'm sorry for pushing you too hard."

"Remember this, you'll only get my body, but you'll never get my heart."

Yoyak, who was still fully conscious, blinked his eyes in confusion and took several
steps back. He thought it would be better to leave this place quickly, but Wandee
grabbed his shirt from behind. The carpet was quite slippery, so Yoyak stumbled
and fell back.

Before he could catch his breath or relieve the pain from hitting the ground, the
person who had pulled him down immediately sat down on top of him.

Wandee rubbed his hips against the hot dick. It was natural for a twenty-year-old
boy to get aroused easily, and he was breathing heavily.

Before...reaching out to grab the cloth bag and find the box of condom, Yoyak
opened the box skillfully and took out a silver packet from the box.

He put it in his pant pocket to prepare and then slowly flipped over to switch
positions. In an instant, Wandee was under him, his wrists pinned in place.

"I know what you want."

"..."

"Alcohol is the cause of lack of self-control, isn't it?"

"Huh..." I quickly raised my hand to cover my mouth to suppress a moan, closed my

eyes and let the tears of ecstasy flow. I ended up in a way that I didn't intend, or I
ended up in the way that I intended when I was drunk.
I was grabbed by a big and muscular man who was very skilled explored my body.
His touches made me shudder with excitement, and if I was to guess, my nipples
were probably red because he had sucked and bitten them, leaving clear bite
marks.

My abdomen felt lightly. About a million butterflies spread their wings and fly
around there. Meanwhile, the center of my body becomes stiff and erect. He hadn't
touched it yet, but he made me quiver and whimper in release. It was just a slender,
agile fingertip sliding in and out of the canal. I felt the slippery fluid inside, and his
nail gently scrape my soft flesh. My body trembled, and I breathed heavily. My legs
tightened against each other, and as he used his fingernail to rub my soft tissues a
few more times, I finally let out a repulsive spray of the stinking smelling liquid. It
splattered across my chest and abdomen, convulsing violently, the strongest
orgasm I'd ever experienced since I became familiar with these things.

How did he do that?

How did he make me feel this good and lose control to this extent?

My first experience, the one I've kept for Phi Tea...

Damn it, I'll just enjoy the one in front of me for now.

"That's easy to finish," he said in a hoarse voice, but I felt embarrassed. Then, he
let go my nipples and did something that intensified my emotions more than that.
He bent down to lick the droplets of sweat between my breasts and stomach. His
tongue felt scorching hot. I was breathing heavily and my body was more restless
than ever.
Shortly after that, I found myself lying on my back on the sofa, my legs spread wide
open, and my knees bent behind my hips. The sweet moans supported the large
body that pressed into me. He took off his shirt, leaving only tight muscles for me
to touch. I ran my hand along his broad back, squeezing the firm flesh and tracing
the tattoos all over his body.

When my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I could see his face clearly.

He moved up to straddle, looking handsome to the point of being comparable to

the act of tearing an emergency condom packet open. He tore it.

He unbuttoned his pants and then tucked it neatly along the waistline. I held my
breath when I saw the divine rod and balls.

Damn, I'm dead! The size is so... big!

He stroked it vigorously, making a loud and intimidating noise, and then it swelled
up completely.

He is wearing a condom. He lifted my legs, and at that moment, all I could do was
blink. His overwhelming handsomeness was about to make me cry out in
ecstasy. He was sweating a lot. His sharp eyes revealed his desire for this
encounter. Maybe he was feeling the same way, but I couldn't be sure. It could melt
me away entirely.

"...So tight."

"Ouch!it hurts!" I cried out to him, raising my arms to embrace him and pulling him
close. I dug my nails into his skin, releasing my pain. My hole felt like it was about
to tear apart.
There was a buzzing sound in my head, and the pain played tricks on me, making
my legs tremble. His warmth pulsated in the body and penetrating continuously,
relentlessly.

I cried out and trembled, and he helped by kissing away my tears, then changed the
aggression into the softest, most tender caressing.

I didn't ask him to stop, maybe because I was moaning so much.

And finally, it came in all the way, accompanied by excruciating pain. I was in pain
to the core.

"Never did before, right?" he asked me in a stern voice, his lips close to my ear.

"W...what? Why would I have never done that?"

"You're bleeding."

"Aah!"

"See? You're hurt."

He just moved it gently to confirm that I had never done it, but I was so hurt that I
cried out before I felt his thumb rubbing my cheek, soothing the pain away.

"It's okay, na..."

He is gentle, patient, and waiting until I was the one who reached out to him. I really
swayed my waist towards him because after the initial pain, a new feeling that I
had never experienced before took over.
I was sure that it was a kind of torture, but if I just let him thrust into me all the way
to the end, the reward would be overflowing happiness.

I drifted, ecstatic multiple times until the first light of day shone in from the open
window.

My hole is dry, hot, it's scorching hot, and it itches terribly because he's just pulled
out. The tip of my dick is starting to hurt a bit, probably because I released
excessively.

He squeezed and crushed me with all his might.

I gasped for breath and rolled over on my side, thinking he was finished. But it
seemed I was wrong. He just... pulled himself out to change into a new condom.

"Are you going to continue? I can't even move my fingers anymore."

"Yeah, let's continue"

He is such a taciturn person and after answering my question briefly, he pulled my

chin out and inserted the stiff part immediately.

Again...and again.

"One more time, change the posture."

What other posture should I change to? Right now, I can't even move my fingers
now!
Chapter 2

(Wandee POV)

I'm dead...

I must have died for sure, because when the alarm clock rang, I didn't even have
the strength to move.

He has left. The guy who had been with me all night. I still had some consciousness
before he left, so I knew he had cleaned me up and changed my clothes into a new
set.

The soft blanket was tucked in around me by his hand. The air conditioner was also
set to the right temperature by him. I wonder how he could be so kind. It doesn't
fit with his tough appearance and cold eyes.

I sneakily looked at his face one last time when he was tucking me in.

He was handsome in a wicked way.

He was handsome in a dangerous way.

He was handsome in a way that could break my heart. That's all I can define that
guy.

It must have been a stupid state that occurred when I was half-conscious and half-
shameless, that I found I couldn't take my attention away from that strange guy at
all.
I wonder because it's so good, that's it.

I shook my head to clear the hangover, opened my tightly closed eyelids and trying
to forget. Then used my trembling hands to remove the blanket from my body. I
felt pain all over as I tried to get up. The hole still felt numb as if his thing was still
stuck in it.

My legs were shaking when I used them to prop myself up and sit on the edge of
the bed. I couldn't describe what I was feeling right now. I felt the pain, but another
thought that came to mind seemed to be more influential than that.

I really liked last night's love scene.

I liked the passion I ignited in myself.

I liked the violence when he entered... I'm twenty-nine years old, and I've just
discovered that I like sex in its raw and rough form.

Hey, is this even greater than Einstein's discovery of E=mc²? I laughed out loud
once, then had to cover my mouth when I realized it was hoarse, dry, and sore.

The sound of the book in the novel is like this.

I smiled brightly, showing no sign of regret. In fact, I felt happy. My dull life had
finally begun to have meaning.

Sex like this is the best.

Having thought of this, I turned to snooze the alarm clock. I stood up with a happier
attitude than the night had passed, but then I had to lie back down on the bed
again, groaning because of pain in the hole. It wasn't unbearable, but when it hurt,
it reminds me of the time I was humiliated.

I think I'm starting to be obsessed.

But... where will I see him again?

I blinked my eyes rapidly from thinking. The cheerful air from a moment ago began
to become a bit more serious. Then I slowly propped myself up and sat down again,
silencing the alarm clock that rang again. Because I am the type who likes to
postpone waking up, so I have to set the alarm to snooze every five minutes.

This time I turned it off after waking up fully. The alarm clock made me stop thinking
about the young man for a moment. I carefully got up again, limping to the kitchen
to start a new morning life.

Wandee's life had changed. Maybe it began with a healthy almond milk in the
morning being replaced with an energy drink to boost energy.

*************************************

(Yoyak POV)

996...997...998...999... 1,000

"Complete one set," I threw the skipping rope in my hand away in front of me,
taking deep breaths because of fatigue. Today, I felt more tired than usual because
I didn't sleep much. Actually, sex was exhausting, but I had toto follow the schedule
for morning skipping. I only slept for about three hours, so I had to get up and follow
the routine.
I walked towards the direction where I had just thrown the skipping rope. I picked
up the bottle of drinking water that was on the plastic chair, opened it, and took a
drink to quench my thirst. I was sweating so much that my body was soaked. My
bare upper body was covered in beads of sweat. However, there was no one
around me at this time.

The only sound that could be heard was the banging coming from the two-story
house, as if it was coming from the kitchen.

"Hey, what are you doing in the kitchen?" I shouted, taking off my wristband as I
walked. I was curious. It looked like my older brother was making breakfast.

That's just how he is. He likes to make loud noises and shout to startle people, and
he also likes to make fierce face.

"I can't find the knife."

"Isn't it on the shelf? I was using it yesterday morning."

"Oh, I found it."

"What are you cooking?"

"Cutting the bottom of the soya milk bag."

"Did Ri hang it up for you again?"

"Yeah."
I stopped walking, looking at the person who was a little taller than me walking
straight towards me. Phi Ye is my older brother. And in another sense, he is also
like my father.

Because our parents opened a boxing gym in the different province, meanwhile Phi
Ye and I have been studying in Bangkok for several years. And because he is a few
years older than me, he has been taking care of me in place of our parents all along.
Phi Ye graduated in engineering, but somehow, right after graduating, he followed
in our father's footsteps and opened his own boxing gym immediately.

A huge 'Phadet Suk Boxing Gym' sign stands in front of the house, and there are
advertisements in front of several alleyways. This is a gym that trains professional
boxers, as well as art school for self-defense.

Of course, Phi Ye used to be the number one boxer in the gym, but he got tired of
muay suam (boxing against opponents who are not very skilled in order to keep
accumulating points to defend the title, or to create a winning record to become a
world champion), so he decided to hung up his gloves.

Phi Ye said that he had lost his passion for boxing, and his only motivation was
money. The courses at Phadet Suk Boxing Gym are expensive, but influential people
often send their bodyguards to learn boxing here.

Including young women and men who love health and want to get in shape, lined
up to enroll in long courses. The fierce training courses, both in price and in training
programs, began to be recommended by word of mouth. Within three years,
Phadet Suk Boxing Gym became famous and well-known. Self-defense techniques
are practical, not relying on equipment, and the instructors pay attention to one-
on-one training.
"Do you want some?" Oye handed me a bag of soya milk in front of me. Even
though he knew I would shake my head and refuse, he still handed it to me. "You
don't want to eat, huh? What have you eaten yet? Not just drinking coke. I'll beat
you to death with a stick."

Ye never really hit me. He just threatened me like that. When I made a mistake and
he got angry, Ye would use the method of not talking to me more. And that was
more painful than actually getting beaten.

"I ate porridge at 6am."

"That's good. Then what time did you get home last night? I finished showering at
2am and I still didn't see you come back."

"6am," I replied, rubbing the back of my neck.

It seemed to match at the same time that Ye saw the scratch marks on my back. He
raised one eyebrow and asked, as usual.

"Did you bring someone else again? You said you were going to stop. The person
you like doesn't like this kind of thing, right?"

"I didn't mean to," I replied, pausing and sighing lightly. There was something that
was bothering me about my partner from last night, and I didn't know who else to
ask other than my older brother. "Phi Ye, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"If we misunderstood that someone was inviting us to have sex, but in reality he
was just really drunk and...he's never had sex with anyone, should we apologize to
him?"
"Tell me from the beginning," Phi Ye said, throwing the empty soya milk bag into
the trash. He scratched under his sharp eyes with his long, slender index finger. But
before I could tell him, Phi Ye was the one who summarized the whole story for me
instead. "Let me just summary it for a moment."

"Last night when you went out to buy coke, you met a drunk person, and you
thought he invited you for sex. But when you got close, did he try to seduce you?
So, now you're thinking he was just drunk and not inviting you?"

"Yeah, that's right"

"Did you put it in?"

"Yes, put it in."

"Then when you found out he was a virgin, did you stop?"

"No, I didn't stop. I've been away from this kind of thing for a long time. Once I
started, I couldn't stop."

"Just one round?"

I raised my finger to count, and when the third finger was snapped out, Ye grabbed
my hand immediately.

"How drunk is he?"

"He's pretty drunk."

"Will he think you raped him?"

""..." That's right.

"So, did you talk after you're done?"

"Not yet. He's sleeping soundly. He must be tired."

"Then I think you should bring a bouquet of flowers to apologize and explain to him.
Tell him that you misunderstood and accidentally had sex with him."

"Should I do that?" I asked again, and Phi Ye nodded in confirmation.

"Yeah, you should..."

*******************************

My boxing earnings increased with experience, and Oye didn't even deduct a single
baht. He transferred the full amount to me, which was almost seven digits. But even
so, I still felt regretful when I paid several gray bills for a bouquet of flowers.

The corner of my mouth twitched when I received the change. My face reflected in
the mirror looked fierce. The flower shop was silent since I walked in. She must
have been shocked by the scars on my face.

And... I didn't know how to explain how I got these scars.

"Done. Do you have a car?"

"No, I didn't" I stood looking at the bouquet. In fact, it looked beautiful for the price
I paid for it. Then suddenly I thought of something. Why don't I try to buy flowers
for someone I like?
Maybe the person I like would be impressed by me.

"So, are you taking it now, or would you like the shop to deliver it for you?"

"I'll take it. And... Can I pre-order a bouquet of flowers?"

"Of course. What kind of flowers would you like?"

"A bigger one than this bouquet." I looked at the bouquet of flowers in my hand,
held it firmly, then glanced at the florist who nodded in acknowledgment. Then she
asked for more information.

"Do you want any flowers in particular?"

"No, I just want something cute."

"For your lover, right?"

I was about to say no, but in the end I nodded because I wanted the two of us to
be together for real.

I've been waiting for him for a year now. I don't know when he'll accept my love.

After standing for a few more minutes, the florist informed me of the price of the
bouquet I had pre-ordered and scheduled for pickup. And after I paid the flowers I
ordered, I walked out of the store immediately.

My car is in the workshop right now, so I had to take a taxi to bring flowers to Dr.
Wandee.

It's a hassle, but it's okay. I just need to bring the flowers to apologize and that's it.
"I hope you won't be angry, Dr. Wandee."

**********************

(Wandee POV)

Since I confessed my love to Phi Tea that day, we've been avoiding each other. But
because of my unwavering love for him, I've dedicated everything to getting a job
at the same hospital as Phi Tea. And that means...

I can't avoid the person I don't want to see.

When I found out I was working at the same hospital as Phi Tea on my first day, I
was so happy that I treated my friends to a big dinner and donated money to
countless charities. And now, it has come to this.

What's this? Working at the same place as Phi Tea, even though I want to avoid
him.

What's this? Having to endure seeing Phi Tea be nice to the junior doctors at the
hospital.

Well, that's Phi, the gentle one, the handsome one, the exceptionally kind one, the
godlike child.

I sneered in my throat, my heart burning with both love and hate.

"Nong Dee."
'Don't call me Nong Dee anymore. I don't want to be your Nong Dee anymore. I hate
it!' I just thought to myself that what I would respond when Phi Tea called me
would be...

"Krap, Phi Tea."

"What's wrong? Are you working too hard? You look like you haven't been sleeping
well. Your face is pale."

Did sex, so I didn't sleep.

"Yes, it's just a little bit of work."

"Are you sure you didn't sleep well because of work? It's not because of me, right?"

"What does it have to do with you?" I asked him back. What's up with him? Is he
interested in me too?

"Because I rejected you, I'm afraid you'll think too much and won't be able to
sleep."

Or will you change your mind and not be Phi-Nong?

"It's okay... I didn't sleep little because of that. I'm grown up. I can manage my own
feelings."

"This is good, so we can continue being good Phi-Nong, like before."

Okay, Phi-Nong... Phi-Nong... This darn guy!

Damn it!
I suppressed the nuclear bomb in my body from exploding. The fuse, of course, was
the word 'Phi Nong'. I wanted to punch that idiot Phi Tea so hard, but my manners
held me back, so I had to fake a forced smile back at him.

The person I loved with all my heart in the past returned the smile. His small eyes
behind his glasses squinted into the shape of an 'i'.

"Then let's go have lunch together today. I'll treat you."

If it were before, I would be happy to be invited to have a meal by Phi Tea. But
now...

I don't want to go. It's uncomfortable.

"There are many people. You will go with the juniors."

"You said you didn't think about me anymore, but you just refused me."

"Um..."

"If you really don't think about it anymore, then let's go together. I want to
apologize to you for what I said that day."

I forced a smile again. This time, there were murmurs following. Even a three-year-
old would know that I was forcing a smile, but it seemed that Phi Tea, the one who
didn't care, didn't realize it. He didn't care how I felt. After a firm handshake, he
grabbed my arm and pulled me along.

If before, I would have been happy if he had been so eager to drag me out to eat
together like this.
"Let Dr. Dee go eat with us," Phi Tea told to his group of friends and juniors that he
would let me go eat with them. His group was quite large. That may be because he
was a friendly and kind person....

But before I could admire him any more, someone in the group laughed and said,

"Dr. Dee has finally accept it, isn't it?"

"Krap?" I raised an eyebrow in surprise, staring at the speaker to pressure him to

explain further.

"It's about Dr. Tea, right? Everyone in the hospital knows that Dr. Dee likes Dr. Tea."

"No, not like that. Dr. Dee is already embarrassed. I've talked to Dr. Dee. Now we
are just good Phi-Nong."

It was another time that I just laughed, even though it wasn't a time to laugh at all.
Just that the people around me at this time were giggling.

Okay, I feel embarrassed, I feel like a clown.

Why, is liking someone so much that you confess your love and get rejected, so
funny?

I pushed Phi Tea's hand, which was gripping my arm, rather forcefully. It was strong
enough that the person holding it had to turn and look. The warmth of Phi Tea's
hand still lingered on my arm, and it made me feel really bad.

"What's wrong, Nong Dee?"

I was about to open my mouth to tell about everything I felt, but I could only open
my mouth. I hadn't made a sound yet. The arm that had been held by Phi Tea was
forcefully pulled. The warmth was replaced by a much rougher touch. I let out a
gasp of surprise at being grabbed.

"I've been looking for you for a long time."

The person who grabbed me had a deep, pleasant voice. I stumbled against his
broad chest. The smell of fabric softener wafted out of his t-shirt, mixed with the
smell of light perfume and sweat.

I quickly raised my head to see who he was. As soon as our eyes met, my body
tensed.

It was the hottest guy from last night.

It felt like God was shouting in my head, 'You couldn't see each other's faces clearly
last night, right? Here, have a full HD close-up with the ceiling lights at full blast.'

Oh, he was devilishly handsome, and he looked very frustrated too.

"You..." I didn't know his name, so I just called him 'you'. He sighed a little, released
my arm, and then thrust a large bouquet of flowers in his hand at me.

"Last night... I'm sorry," he said, lowering his head slightly. My face immediately
flushed hot when he finished talking. Last night...when we were together...why are
you apologizing?

"I'm sorry for being too rough. I'm sorry for not being able to control myself."

No way, was he bringing me flowers to apologize?

It was the first genuine smile I had of the day. Damn, I was so embarrassed.

A guy brought me flowers to the hospital. Don't tell me he was so taken with my
freshness that he went to this length. By the way, how did he get in?

"Who is it, Nong Dee?" Phi Tea asked, nudging my arm. And that was the moment
the person in front of me stopped looking down and raised his head.

His dark eyes were burning like crazy. They stared at me with an emotionless look,
but that was enough to make me feel hot all over. I thought of the love scene last
night when he grabbed me and tortured me so hard. And it...I'm going to faint.

"Can you forgive me?"

Forgive for what? But I can tell you that his gaze and his words were...so hot. He
was trying to kill me, right? They say that in fact, Lady Wan Thong was not fickle,
but this Khun Wandee is not sure, his heart is easily shaken.

[TN: Lady Wan Thong is fictional character in Thai literature and folklore. She is
often portrayed as a weak and gullible character in Thai literature]

My face was burning hot. And most importantly, when I looked away from the guy
and back at Phi Tea, I accidentally compared that the guy in front of me was more
handsome and charming.

Damn... It looks like I've fallen for the guy in front of me.

"Nong Dee."

"I can't go to have a meal with you, Phi Tea. I have something to talk with him." I
said, ignoring Phi Tea and turning to look at the tall figure in the clothes that
teenagers these days like to wear. He was wearing just a T-shirt, three-quarter
pants, sneakers, and had tattoos and scars all over his body.

He looked a little different from the night before. Under this kind of lights, he
looked a little whiter than when we met, but his menacing fierce and height, which
I estimated to be no less than 180 centimeters, were the same.

"Nong Dee..."

"Let's talk another day, Phi Tea. And you...follow me," I said, carrying the bouquet
of flowers he had given me in one arm and grabbing his arm with the other to drag
him along.

I didn't care how those people looked at me or gossiped about me.

That's enough. Wandee will not be a victim of their laughter.

"How did you know that I'm here?"

"I followed the card that hanging around your neck..."

"Oh, I got here just in time." I told him, then hurriedly walked to find a private spot.
He followed me without any objections.

Or maybe he was concerned in what happened last night.

Bringing flowers to the hospital? Or did he want to do something here?

Bang!
It wasn't the sound of me being thrown against the door and kissed, but the sound
of me closing the fire escape door. It was private enough for me to talk to the tall
guy alone.

It was just like a scene in a Korean drama. The hero and heroine reconciled on the
stairs.

Kim So Young! He called me softly, touched my face, and leaned his handsome face
in before kissing me.

That's so Korean! But it was just an imaginary event that I came up with myself

"Damn, the wound," but before we could do anything hot like I imagined, I was
shocked by the blood seeping from the corner of his eyebrow. The tall man was
about to raise his hand to touch the stitches that had opened.

I quickly grabbed his arm. "Don't touch it, or it might get infected. We can't do
anything in here anyway because you need to get stitches first."

"..."

"But... what's your name?"

"Yak."

He really did look like a giant. I smiled widely, it was a natural smile, but when I saw
his scary face, my smile disappeared.

[TN: Yak means giant]

"Where do you live? Are you still studying? Do you have a girlfriend?"
"..." He didn't answer, his face said 'Why are you asking me about my personal life?'

"Whatever. Come here, let's fix your wound first. And these flowers, are they for
Phi?" I called myself 'Phi' because he looked much younger than me.

"Yes, for you."

"You can call me Phi. You don't have to call me Khun. You can call me Phi Dee."

"Does it hurt?"

"Huh?"

"Well, Khun...I mean, Phi Dee looked uncomfortable walking. It was probably
painful, your first time."

I paused as I was about to push open the fire escape door. I turned to look at him,
who asked the question. His face was hot, and it must have turned red all the way
to his ears.

"Yeah, it hurt," I didn't deny it. As soon as I answered, I pushed the door open. The
clean smell of the hospital was much better than the bad odour of the fire escape.

"I'm sorry," Yak apologized to me again.

"It's okay. I still feels good.."

"You felt good?"

"Yeah. I'm not mad or anything."

"Huh?"
"What?" I slowed down my pace, waiting for him to walk next to me. I thought he
would explain more about his 'huh?', but he didn't. He just followed me with a
disapproving look on his face.

He didn't say anything, including not even a whimper when I sewed up his wound.
When he filled out the patient's ibformation, one of my eyebrows raised when I
saw his full name.

Yoyak Phadet Suk.

What a strange name, and that last name, 'Phadet Suk', sounds so familiar. It's like
I've seen it somewhere before.

"Is the stitching...done yet?"

"Yeah, it's done. Yak, just wait for the medicine and you can go home. I will take
care of the expenses. Oh, can I ask you something? Did you get into a fight with
someone?"

"No, I didn't get into a fight with anyone."

"If you didn't get into a fight with anyone, then why the wound...never mind. You
probably don't want to answer me." I nodded to myself. Maybe I'm just a stranger
to him.

Why should I feel hurt that Yak didn't answer?

Why should I feel hurt that he looked annoyed by my question?

"Don't go fighting anyone else again. It's a waste of your handsome face being all
scarred up. Here's my number, Yak. please don't hesitate to contact me. I'm here
for you, whether it's money or anything else. You can call me anytime I'm ready to
help you if you're in need. You just have to be my friend and eat lunch with me
once in a while. Or if you're really struggling, I'll even give you a monthly
allowance."

"..."

He took the business card with my contact information. His sharp eyes scanned it
briefly before he looked up at me.

He looked confused. Not to mention him, I was also confused as to why I said
something like that. It seemed as if I was offering him to be my nanny or something.

Like, 'Are you in trouble? You can come find me and I'll give you money to buy
snacks.'

Am I at that age? The age where I'm single and lonely enough to have to buy sex?

"Okay." he said.

And he agreed so easily. Then he put my business card in his pants pocket, stood
up to his full height, and walked out without hesitation.

I was still staring at the closed door, sinking into the back of my chair. The word
'Phadet Suk' was still stuck in my head.

I remembered now. It was like a billboard I drove past every day.

So I searched for the word 'Phadet Suk' on the internet. I found out that it was a
large boxing gym that also offered self-defense classes. The owner was named Oye
Phadet Suk, a name as strange as Yak.
Come to think of it, the owner looked like Yak too.

I searched for the name Yak Phadet Suk on Google.

And then, "I just offered to raise a billionaire, didn't I?"

Chapter 3

(Yoyak POV)

He's weird. I mean, Dr. Wandee, who stitched up my new wound. He said many
things I didn't understand, and I've been thinking his sentences until today, it's been
three days already.

I thought about it over and over again before I realized that he forgave me and
didn't get angry with me for what I had done.

But the fact that he told me to go to eat with him and that he would pay me
monthly, I didn't dare guess what he was thinking. He didn't think I had sex to scam
his money, did he?

I'm not a scammer. I have money.

"Yak, what's wrong? You've been looking stressed for many days. Phi Ye asked me
to ask you. He didn't dare ask himself, afraid that you would think he was nagging."

"Uh...nothing," the person who asked me was Cherry. And as soon as I came to my
senses from thinking about Dr. Wandee, I met Oye's gaze, staring at me from the
boxing ring.

Oye's eyes didn't hide even a bit of doubt. I denied it, but shook my head in disbelief
before Cherry walking back to Phi Ye and whispering.

The two of them didn't talk loudly, perhaps because it was crowded in the boxing
gym in the evening and not suitable for private conversations.

Earlier, Ye was training several boxers, while Cherry was sitting and marketing
courses, explaining the teaching program to new clients. When it was time for a
break, Ye sent Cherry to ask me and the two pairs of eyes looked at me suspiciously.
I was practicing quietly alone, so I had to stop practicing and walk over to the two
of them.

"Phi Ye doesn't believe you. Phi Ye says your face looks like you're in pain."

"Please tell Phi Ye that I'm really okay."

"What's wrong with you two? Can't you talk to each other? You're standing right
next to each other," Cherry said, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes
disapprovingly at Phi Ye who was looking at me with an annoyed expression.

That's right, why didn't I just talk to Ye myself? I turned to look at my older brother,
saying in a flat voice.

"I'm fine. Just feeling a little worried."

"Worried about what?"

"Someone misunderstood me."

"Misunderstood what?"

"It's not a big deal. I probably won't see that person again. Don't worry about it.
I'm... about to forget about it."

"Yeah, you don't have to practice anymore. Go eat something."

"Then Ye, are you going to eat too?"

"Phi Ye is going out to eat dinner with me. Son, you'll be eating alone today." Cherry
leaned his head on Ye's shoulder. In fact, he is two years older than me, but he
doesn't let me call him 'Phi' and often likes to call me 'son'. Because Ye is like my
father. When he first started dating Ye, he teased my brother by calling me 'son'.
Even after they started dating, he still calls me 'son'.

"Can you eat alone?"

"Go ahead Phi. I'm grown up now. Don't worry about me."

I waved them off, glancing at the digital clock on the wall. The gym would be closing
in just half an hour. Many people had started to leave, but some of the fitter ones
were still practicing.

"If you're going out to eat, take a shower and change your clothes. There's nothing
here anymore, right? I'll take care of it."

"Yeah, I'll go."

"And, I won't be here on Friday. I'll go eat outside."

"With who?"

"Taemrak."

When I said Taemrak's name, I tilted my head a little because I was embarrassed.
He is the person I like and have been pursuing for years. It's rare for him to agree
to go out to eat with me.

Because Taemrak is quite a studious person, most of his time is spent in the library
reading books. He doesn't pay much attention to me.

But... I guess we're considered to be seeing each other, right?

"You've got far, you goes out to eat together. Yoyak, my son, you've grown into a
young man."

"He's been grown up for a long time, Ri. Before he met that Nong Taemrak, Yoyak
was love expert. There was even a fight in front of the gym to compete for him."

"Hey, I didn't knew you back then. When I came to pester you, Yoyak was already
head over heels in love with Taemrak."

"Phi Ye, don't tell him that story."

"This is Mae. Don't keep secrets from Mae."

"I only have one mother."

"You're heartless. You're hurting my heart." Cherry pretended to be in pain by
clasping his hands together in front of his chest. Then, he used the back of his hand
to wipe away tears, but I could clearly see that Cherry didn't have a single tear.

Phi Ye shook his head at Cherry's antics, raising his thick hand to rub Cherry's head
and gently rocking it.

"Stop daydreaming. Where are you sleeping tonight?"

"Are you asking me?"

"I'm looking at you, so I'm asking Yoyak."

"I'll sleep at home. Didn't Phi Ye complain the other day that I was following you
around too much?"

"It's been three days."

"What?"

"You've been sleeping at your house for three days."

"Have you come to your senses yet, you heartless guy?"

Ye stepped over the ring ropes that separated the ring and nudged Cherry's back
lightly to walk into the room together

The couple's voices gradually faded, but I could still hear my brother using a
different tone to coax his boyfriend. It's always like this. He talks tough and chases
him away, but in the end, he always backs down when Cherry gets serious.
"Yeah, I've come to my senses. Sleep with me tonight. I miss you so much."

"If you're still mean, you don't have to come and sleep in my arms for the rest of
your life."

Cherry has said that sentence a thousand times, but I don't think they've ever been
apart for more than three days.

Love is so great. I wish Taemrak would come sleep in my room, I want to try hugging
him for once....

"You."

As I was daydreaming, my shoulder was tapped from behind. I was surprised to

turn around and see someone I recognized. It was Dr. Wandee.

...How did he get here?

I raised one eyebrow. He seemed to know I was suspicious, so he smiled widely

before starting to explain.

"I saw the surname was familiar, like the name of the boxing gym, so I came to
check it out. It's really here. How are the scars? Are they all healed?"

"Yes, there are no problems."

"Actually, you shouldn't be exercising yet."

"I've been thinking about what you said the other day," I said. Now that he was in
front of me, the things I had been thinking about him for three days needed to be
cleared up.
"What did I say?"

"About going out to eat with you and the money. You misunderstood. I didn't want
to take your money."

"That's crazy. Who would think that way?"He raised his voice in a way that seemed
clearly making an excuse. Then he quickly changed the subject. "Wow, this is a big
gym. Do you offer self-defense boxing classes?"

"Yes, we also have programs that focus on exercise. We have a boxing ring, an
outdoor training area, and a gym." I looked for Cherry, who was an expert in sales.
Then I remembered that my fake mother had just gone in to take a shower and
change clothes. Dr. Wandee seemed interested in the courses, and Ye always told
me never to let a customer slip through fingers. So I reluctantly went to get a
brochure and handed it to Dr. Wandee. I watched him take it and read it for a
moment.

"The exercise course looks interesting."

"There's a promotion going on, I think it's three courses and you get extra one.
Something like that."

"Do you own it?"

"No, it's my brother's. Do you want to buy three courses and get extra one?"

"Who teaches? Yoyak?"

"I only teach on Saturday and Sunday."

"How long is a three-course?" he asked, flipping the brochure back and forth.
People were starting to thin out, and the Boxing Gym was about to close.

"It depends on how hard you work. If you train often, it'll be over quickly. One
course is thirty hours."

"Can I choose who trains me?"

"Yes."

"So I'll sign up for six courses on weekends. Two more are added, so it's eight,
right?"

"Two hundred and forty hours. Are you going to study for a year?"

"Well, I'm a fitness lover."

I argued in my mind that I didn't believe anyone who loved exercising would have
such soft skin. I was going to tell him to try a short course first, but then Cherry, the
Sales Master, appeared out of nowhere, pushed me away, and started selling the
courses himself.

"Are you interested in signing up for six courses, Khun? Fill out this form. We will
also give you two additional courses of sixty hours. It's a great deal."

"I want to be trained by Yoyak."

"Son, are you free on Sunday afternoon?" Cherry asked me with a look that gave
me no choice but to nod in agreement.

I walked over to my fake mother and looked at the man filling out his information.
"Are you free on Sunday, Phi Dee?" I asked him. He might be a busy doctor, but he
looked up and nodded before answering.

"Yes."

"Do you know him, Yak?"

"Uh-huh... I know him. Why did you come out?"

"Phi Ye asked me to ask you what you would eat since you're eating alone."

"I haven't thought about it yet. I'll just ride around and look around."

"Yoyak hasn't eaten yet?" This time, it was Phi Dee who asked. He had finished
filling out his information. "I haven't eaten either. What's good around here?"

"Why don't these two try having a meal together? One doesn't like eating alone,
and the other doesn't know what's good around here. As for the big, heartless guy
at at room is worried that his grown-up little brother won't be able to eat alone."
Cherry rambled on, looking back and forth between me and Phi Dee.

When he saw that neither me nor Phi Dee was in a hurry to agree to go out to eat
together, he added, "Yoyak, go eat with this Khun Phi. Khun Phi Wandee, right? I'm
Cherry. Just call me that. My mother only ate cherries when she was pregnant, so
that's where my name came from. Please take care of Yoyak. He's a little quiet, but
he's a good kid."

"Will Yoyak want to go with me?"

"Yoyak..." Cherry used a pressuring tone on me. I guessed he wanted to go to dinner
with Phi Ye without Phi Ye calling me every half hour because he was worried. Ye
knew I hated eating alone the most.

"Fine, I'll go with Phi Dee."

"Excellent. Mae love you...Phi Dee, would you like to pay in one lump sum or
installments?"

After persuading me to go out to eat with Phi Dee, Cherry closed the sale brilliantly.
Phi Dee handed his credit card to Cherry.

"I'll pay it all at once."

"Got it."

"But you have to wait a bit, Phi. I need to close the gym and take a shower."

"Okay, I'm free all night."

Phi Dee.... Why did he blow me a kiss?

*****************

(Wandee POV)

With the courses fee in hand, I was able to sit in Yoyak's house. To be honest, I was
confused about myself as well. Why did I suddenly drive straight here after work,
and even sign up for a stupid work out course even though I'm not a fan of work
out at all?
Maybe I was bewitched by Yoyak's muscular body. When we were talking, he was
wearing just a tight-fitting black T-shirt.

It was clear that his chest and arms were muscular, and sweat was dripping off him,
making me want to reach out and wipe it off. I confess that he was the first man I
thought of, and every time I thought of him, the image in my head would be
accompanied by lewd thoughts.

And now we are alone in his house. Yoyak's older brother, Ye, and his stubborn
lover, Cherry, are gone. He let me sit on the sofa and watch TV while he went to
take a shower and change clothes.

Yoyak's bedroom must be on the second floor. After I finished exploring the house,
which was full of boxing equipment and trophies, I heard the second-floor door
being opened again. The person who opened it then closed it. The sound of
footsteps on the stairs followed.

Yoyak came down, and the smell of fragrant soap wafted. He hadn't put on a shirt
yet because his body was still wet. At that time, he was only wearing long
sweatpants. The upper part was bare, taut, and firm.

This guy almost made me faint... he's so muscular.

"I didn't bring you any drink."

"It's okay," I said, declining the offer of a drink. I also told him it was okay if he
forgot. Then I looked at him wearing a loose T-shirt. His muscles and firm chest
disappeared from sight immediately.
I still wanted to see more, and now I knew why I had come to the boxing gym. It
was a lonely period for single people in their late twenties... I think I wanted to have
sex.

"What do you want to eat, Phi Dee? Let me ride you. Phi can't park if you go alone."
He grabbed the bike keys that were hanging on the wall and turned to face me
directly.

I didn't understand what he meant by 'Phi can't park if you go alone.'

"You're going by motorcycle?"

"A big bike. The one parked in front."

"Oh! You ride a big bike?" I nodded in acknowledgement. I had seen the cool big
bike parked there when I came in.

After telling me what kind of bike he rode, Yoyak walked out of the house without
saying anything else. When we reached the parking lot, he handed me a helmet.

"What brand is it? I don't really know much about superbikes."

"Ducati 1199 Panigale R," Yoyak replied as he stepped up onto the bike. His long
legs looked even more attractive.

"Do all guys like big bikes?"

"Taem doesn't."

"Who's Taem?"
"Friend... Come on up. Can you make it?"

"Yes, my legs aren't that short."

"I didn't say your legs were short, but you're about the same height as Taem. So I'm
worried that you wouldn't be able to make it."

"Just stay still. I'll show you."

I felt like he was challenging me about whether I could step my leg up onto his bike.
I may not like to work out and I may seem a bit frail, but I'm good at climbing trees.
My family has a fruit orchard, and I loved playing in the orchard when I was a kid,
so I have a bit of tree-climbing skills.

I just pressed Yoyak's shoulder lightly, and then I swung myself up onto the big
motorbike.

"That's impressive. But you have to be careful not to fall when the bike is running."

"I'll hold your waist, okay?" I said to him in a low voice, my face slightly flushed from
being complimented. Then I slowly slipped my hand around his slim waist, careful
not to make him feel like I was being aggressive. In my mind, I had already assessed
the strength of his abs. And of course, most big bikes have a narrow passenger seat,
so I couldn't help but press my chest against his broad back when the bike was
moving.

"I ride fast," he said.

"Huh?"

"I mean, hold me tighter."

Damn it!

I exclaimed in my mind. He pulled my hands that were loosely holding his waist out
before pulling my arms to wrap around his waist tightly. I adjusted myself along
with his pull. The touch at this time was too close, like... my breast rubbing against
his back.

He smelled of soap mixed with his unique scent, a masculine scent that stimulated
my emotions. The butterflies that I didn't know where they came from suddenly
flew around my stomach.

I wasn't sure why I had to compare the fluttering in my stomach to butterflies, but
that's right, my stomach was fluttering, beating slightly uncontrollably when I
hugged him.

"We'll eat rice, okay?"

"Uh-huh..."

"I don't like eating noodles. Or do you want to?"

"It's okay. I can eat anything."

And again, he didn't respond. The engine roared louder and louder. I squinted at
the road ahead. The bike go quickly because Yoyak rode as fast as he had said.

The Boxing Gym Phadet Suk is located in a relatively remote neighborhood, and
most importantly, it is a one-way street. So Yoyak had to drive a long way around
to get out to the mouth of the alley where there are many restaurants. At almost
11pm, the road was very empty, so Yoyak could step on the pedal to the fullest.
The big bike moved very fast. I clasped my hands together in fear, but I didn't close
my eyes. I just leaned my head out to see how fast he was accelerating.

I was startled by the speed we were going, but I didn't feel scared. I was just
deafened by the sound of the wind blowing into the helmet. But soon, when we
entered the crowded area, Yoyak slowed down.

He turned the bike into a chicken rice restaurant and parked. After parking, he
turned to ask me in a somewhat annoyed tone,

"Can you eat chicken rice?"

"Yes."

"Get down."

"Wait a minute, my legs are shaking."

Even though I told him I needed a moment, I wasn't really stalling. I changed the
two hands that were hugging his waist to press his shoulders again, using the big
young man as a base to get up and jump down.

I watched him turn off the engine while I'm trying to take off my helmet, but it
seemed to be a problem. I couldn't unhook the lock that was under my chin.

"Yoyak, I can't take off my helmet."

"Come here, I'll take it off for you." He didn't get off the big bike yet, but he pulled
me closer.
His long, slender fingers lifted the tip of my chin so that it was higher. It was dark
around here, but there was still enough dim light to see clearly. His dark eyes were
shining. When he was determined to do something, he looked pretty good.

No, he looks so damn handsome.

"Do you have a lover?"

"Why do you ask, Phi?"

"I'm just afraid it wouldn't look good if I have a meal with you if you already have a
lover."

"I don't have one. You can relax."

"Are you a player?"

"I'm not anymore..."

As he said he was no longer a player, the helmet locks came loose and he took off
the helmet that was covering my head and placed it in front of the bike.

"Phi Dee..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

He seemed to have something to say to me, but then he didn't say it. His eyes also
looked like they were hiding something, but unfortunately, I didn't know what it
was.
I stood there waiting to see if he would change his mind and say it, but Yoyak didn't
say anything. He just stood up straight and walking ahead to the chicken rice
restaurant.

He picked up the menu and order sheet at the front of the shop, then walked over
to an empty table. I saw him write down his order, before glancing at me to ask
what I wanted to eat. He even prepared to write it down for me.

"I'll have the same as you."

"It's a lot, so I'm warning you."

He warned me that there was a lot, but he still wrote the number two next to the
chicken rice menu with extra mixed rice. His handwriting was almost like chicken
scratch, and I felt embarrassed for him.

"You sit down, I'll deliver the menu. You're already sitting down anyway."

"No, you sit down. I'll go get some soft drink too."

He refused and pulled my arm, causing me to stagger to a seat. In a split second,

the tall figure walked to the front of the restaurant to deliver the menu. Yoyak
continued to serve himself by opening the fridge, taking out a bottle of Coke, a
bottle of water, and then scooping out two glasses of ice.

I couldn't help but watch him as he moved around. A handsome man... Even when
he picked up a straw and accidentally dropped it on the floor, he was still
handsome.

My eyes smiled. In my imagination, I visualized a scene where he took off his shirt
at the kitchen counter in my room. I walked over to hug him from behind and then,
we got ready for our pre-meal workout. He grabbed my waist and roughly pushed
me up onto the counter. Take off my shorts. Then bend down and rub the grown-
up thing on the leg in a teasing way.

"Are you hot? Your face is red."

"No...um, yeah, I'm hot." I averted my eyes after being stared at. I denied it at first,
but then I admitted it.

He looked puzzled, so I quickly changed the subject. "Can I ask how old you are?"

"I'm almost 21."

"Wow, you're young. That means you're still studying, right?"

"Yes, I'm in my third year."

"What major?"

"Sports science."

"That suits you."

"And how old are you, Phi?"

"I'm 29. I'm nine years older than you."

"Just like Phi Ye, but I thought you were younger." He nodded, looking away from
me when the waiter in the restaurant placed two chicken rice and two bowls of
soup on the table. It was as big as he had warned, and I thought I would definitely
not be able to finish it.
"I definitely won't be able to finish it."

"Please eat it all up. It's a waste to leave any."

He didn't give an order, and his tone of voice was not pressuring, but I don't know
why, but on our first meal together, I was determined to finish that plate of chicken
rice.

I went back to Yak's house after dinner. That was because my car was parked at his
house. When Yak turned the key to go inside, he complained that Ye had not
returned yet. He suspected that it would be very late that night, then he stepped
aside to let me walk into his house first.

Actually, I could have just gone back. I had nothing else to talk to that big kid about.
But I happened to be walking ahead and ended up in a quiet atmosphere, with a
cool breeze blowing from the backyard. The white curtains by the window swayed
slightly, opening just enough to let in the orange light. And I thought again, how
bad it was that I thought that after this, I would have sex with him.

I could only think about things on the bed, and I don't know why it seemed the
same. Why did I keep imagining a person who inserts his body into and out of my
body must be Yak?

Maybe it's because he's the first, and that's probably the main reason why I'm brave
enough to sit on the sofa with him at this moment.

This time, Yak didn't forget to bring water for his guest. The glass of cold water with
sparkling droplets was placed on the glass table in front of him. In a moment, the
soft sofa cushion sank down. Yak sat down next to me. His house was starting to
get too quiet.
I turned my body slightly towards the handsome man. He turned to look at me and
raised one of his beautifully lined eyebrows. I accidentally understood that he and
I wanted the same thing, so I moved...pushed him down easily because he didn't
have time to react.

Then, I bravely climbed up and sat on his lap, pressing his shoulders in preparation
to kiss him. He shook his head and turned away, fleeing. His strength, which was
greater than me was used to stop the contact.

He held my wrists, speaking without looking at me, even though my hips still
pressed against his midsection of his body.

"I would have said it at the restaurant that if you came after me because of this, I
want you to stop."

"...."

"It's not that you're not good, but I've decided that I won't sleep with anyone. I'm
sorry."

He apologized. I wasn't angry with him, and I didn't know why he had to apologize.
It was just an embarrassing feeling. I felt like a worthless person who was chasing
after a man for some reason.

"I guess I misunderstood. Now I understand. I'm sorry too."

I apologized to him too. A moment of silence was long enough for him to release
his hand from my wrist. I moved down from Yak's body and adjusted my clothes.

"I'm going home now."

"Okay, drive safely."

Yak also moved to sit up. The air was filled with the awkwardness of the two of us.
He nodded to me politely once, and that was when I turned to look at him at the
door.

The depression came back again...

Am I worthless to the point that no one wants me?