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Author’s note

Hi, everyone! As I decided to write this story, I want everybody to know that I am following my own imagination for this writing. Everything that is written in this story is purely fiction and does not have any connection in real life. Whatever similarity or familiarity of the place, characters and scenario in this story is entirely a coincidence.

This story evolves to a Lord of a kingdom who dreams for a royal position and an elite’s son who is hungry for freedom from his father. The story is about love and power. For a better understanding of the story, let me give you some information about the Kingdom of Chantel.

The Kingdom of Chantel is ruled by a King and the royal family. There are four hierarchies of the land based on the wealth of an individual or the family they belong to.

The King and the Royal family (the wealthiest) - The position as the King of the land is not inherited. One must be chosen by taking and passing the three-part test which are: a)personal qualification - must be twenty-three and above in the age of choosing, with university achievement and married on or before the inauguration; b)intelligence test where the candidates will take a written examination about politics, ruling and others; and c) physical ability wherein the candidate will fight a warrior chosen by the King.

The Lords of the Land (the second wealthiest) - Lords serve as the council of the Kingdom as well. All eligible Lords of the land are automatically considered as candidates for the royal position. There are twelve lords in the Kingdom of Chantel.

The Elites - mostly business men/women of the land who are less wealthy than the Lords. Most of them are focused on getting a position in the Lords for wealth and power.

The Commoners - people who are living peacefully in the kingdom without wealth and power.

The story mostly happens inside the kingdom. There might be characters who will suddenly pop up on the way. If you are not comfortable with the names and characters I use, I deeply apologize. I wrote this for me and for all the people who find joy and comfort in reading this kind of writing and meeting other characters of the people we love.

For my readers and future readers, I am very grateful that you are here with me. I will try my best to satisfy you with this story. Your feelings, opinions and point of view will be highly appreciated. If you want to interact with me, I’m on Twitter/X with the username @nam_fics . See you around!

May we all find the peace and joy we are looking for. Let’s be good to each other and spread kindness. Happy reading!

Love,
Nam

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Frantic footsteps were heard in the busy street of the Kingdom of Chantel. Rapid footsteps from a man followed by two horses that made the people make their way.

“Stop right there!” a knight shouted to make the man stop from running.

But he didn’t stop. He continued running, holding a small bag full of tiny breads. He has to escape. He shouldn’t be captured by the palace guards. Being captured will cause a lot of trouble for him and his family.

He took a left turn and he reached a high wall realizing he is now in one of the Lords' territory, a bit away from the city.
“Shit.” He gritted his teeth.

He never paid attention to where he was going earlier. Instead of making his way to escape the guards, he literally made his way to a powerful man's territory. He saw a tree in front of him. He took a quick glance of the guards running after him and never saw them. He climbed up the tree and jumped inside the wall. Ah, his training was never going to a waste like he used to think.

He gripped the bag tightly. This should be safe. This will save lives for today. He ran for his life. He heard the sound of the gaits of horses from the other side of the wall. He passed through the large trees and vines. Ducking, crawling and jumping over the vines and logs all over the place. He needs a place to stop. He’s getting out of breath and his limbs are too tired now. Right then, he saw a path where a light was coming from. That must be a way out. But he should be careful. He should not be seen by any person inside the palace or he will be punished. The cases would be pretty tough. He is a thief who stole several pieces of bread in the market and a burglar who entered the premises of the palace without permission.

He jumped over the last log and he removed the vines on his way. An open space. He took a rushed, big step but before he landed on his second step a sound of halted horse shocked him.

“Heeeeeyyyaaa!” says the man riding the horse.

He froze. He slowly takes a look at what is on his side. A horse. He lifted his gaze and he almost fainted.

--

“The ministers are asking if you want to have lunch with them…” his assistant said while they were going outside the mansion.

“Tell them I am not interested in their children.”

“And the elites are asking if you have time to meet them.”

“I don’t.” He halted his steps. “Can you tell them that I am not interested in any of their sons or daughters or whatever they are offering me?” He’s on the edge.
He immediately jumped onto his horse. He just wants a breather. And riding a horse around the territory is what occupies him. He maneuvers the horse at full speed.

“Be careful please, my Lord! And be back before lunch!!!” his assistant shouted. “You have scheduled lunch with your brothers.” He ended up whispering the last sentence because shouting will be no use as the man riding the horse is nowhere to be seen.

Lord Wichapas made the horse run at full speed. It is safe since he knows that no one is in this area of the territory. That is the reason why he always goes here whenever he wants to take a rest. His mind is occupied. He’s been receiving invitations from a lot of people lately. It is because the time of choosing the next King is approaching and one of the qualifications is having a partner. He thinks it is crazy. Why does a King need a partner before being chosen? When he becomes King in the future, he will definitely remove this ordinance. But how can he be a King if he doesn’t have a partner now? Ugh!

His heart almost jumped out of his chest when he saw a human appear in front of him from the forest. He quickly pulled the lead to stop the horse from running.

“Heeeeeyyyaaa!” he shouted. And good thing the horse stopped at the right time.

“Lord Wichapas.” The man is also in shock.

The furrow in his eyebrows deepened. He jumped off the horse and faced the man who is now looking pale and frightened.

“Are you crazy?! What if the horse ran into you?!” He shouted.

But the man kept staring at him. He took a good look at him. He is wearing white shirt with black waist-fitted trousers and wearing few accessories. Despite the fact that he is so pale right at the moment, he can say that this man has fair skin, red lips, and tiny eyes that are slightly pierced by his bangs. His hair is jet black and looks so soft.

“Who are you?” Wichapas asked.

“L-Lord W-Wichapas.” The man whispered again.

Their interaction was halted by voices not so far away from them but they couldn't see the people talking.

“We lost the thief we are following from the market. We think he entered the territory through the walls.”

Wichapas side-eyed the man who clenched a bag on his chest.

“Lord Wichapas is out in the territory alone. Look for him and make sure he is safe.”

The man took a step back and was ready to run when he grabbed his arm. He took the bag from his grip but he refused.

“Do you want to get caught?” he asked while glaring.

And the man slowly let go of the bag. He tied it into the horse tack. After securing the bag, he removed his leather jacket and wrapped it around the man’s shoulders.

“Cover your clothes.”

The man was confused. He shifted his gaze to the jacket and to the man in front of him.

He had no choice but to cover his body with the jacket when he heard footsteps and horses going in their direction. They must have remembered his clothes so he should cover them up.

“Lord Wichapas,” the knight went off the horse and bowed to the man followed by the rest of the knights. “I am afraid you have to go back to the mansion. The territory is not safe as of the moment. We suspect that a thief was able to enter through climbing the wall.” The knight said without standing up from his position.

“At ease.” The Lord of the land said and the knights stood up. “I haven’t seen anyone suspicious around here. I am safe.”

“But—“ the knight glanced at the person beside him.

“He is my guest. A friend.” He said with a grin while looking at the man.

“You are friends with an elite’s son?” The knight is confused knowing that his Lord refused to be close to any elites to defy opportunities of them offering him their children.

“An elite?” Lord Wichapas whispered.

--

Two weeks ago…

“How’s the lesson going?” his father asked.

“Everything is going well, Dad.” Build answered.

“What brought you here?” His father took a sip of his rum and turned his focus back to his computer.

“I am just thinking, since my defense class is done for today,” He stopped, contemplating if he will continue or not. “Maybe I can ask for your permission to go out.” He played with his fingers.

It is very rare for his father to give him permission to go out. He has to stay at home, studying politics and martial arts. He was done with college three years ago but he was still forced to study. He never had a chance to work on his field of study which is music. He was planning to make a name in the music industry when his dad told him that he had to stay home and study more important things than that. That’s when he found out that his older brother, Thanachart, left the house to pursue his passion in medicine. He heard from the house helpers that his father and his brother had a heated argument and the next day his brother left. But he and his brother never lost communication. They used to call, message and sometimes video call each other when they were free.

“And where do you want to go?” his father’s eyebrows furrowed, staring at him intently.

“I am thinking of walking around the market. I want to see other people and a change of environment maybe?” He said quietly.

The last time Build got the chance to go to the market was when his dad agreed to let him go with the head housemaid to get some kitchen stocks one month ago.

His father is in deep thought. Looking him straight in the eyes. Despite the fear he’s been feeling inside, Build keeps staring back at him. Almost with a pleading look.

His father moved and got his focus back on the computer monitor while clicking something through the mouse. Build was about to give up when he spoke again.
“Be sure to be home before six in the evening. I’ll keep monitoring.”

Build quickly glanced at the wall clock inside the office. Half past four in the afternoon. That would do. An hour and a half outside the house is enough to let him breathe.

“Yes, Dad.” And he quickly went out of his Dad’s office.

He ran to his room to change into a more casual dress. He’s been wearing classy clothes during his home classes due to his Dad’s order. A plain blue shirt and khaki cargo pants would do as well as the most comfortable shoes he has.

He quickly ran down the stairs where he found the head housemaid, Praya, teaching one of her apprentices how to clean thoroughly.

“Why are you dashing?” she asked.

“Dad allowed me to go out.”

She curled an eyebrow, not believing him. “If you are trying to escape again, I’m telling you. Your dad will know for sure.”

“No. I’m not lying. You can ask him. He said I need to be back before six.” He answered, smiling wholeheartedly.

“Are you sure?” she asked once again. Build can’t blame her. This is the very first time his father let him go out without anyone.

“Yes! I’ll be leaving now, Aunt Praya. See you later.” He waved at her and sprinted out. “Cook my favorite curry for dinner!” Build shouted without looking back.

The head maid was still in shock.

--

Build is having the time of his life walking around the market. He saw a lot of goods. He is basically interested in vegetables. Aunt Praya usually brought him in this section the last time. As time went by, he happened to learn how to cook because he keeps their head housemaid company whenever he doesn't have class. He spent a lot of time inside the kitchen. And sometimes, he is not helping. Just annoying the kitchen staff until Aunt Praya chases him with a ladle. He smiled at the thought.

He went farther and his eyes caught a store with different musical instruments. He longingly eyed the instruments on display. There are guitars, flutes and other types of instruments. He was about to leave when the door opened. He caught a glimpse of a saxophone hanging near the entrance. His eyes glowed and something inside him suddenly felt alive. He has one at home but he rarely uses it now. He was so fond of it before but his father told him to focus on his classes.

His Dad never forbade him to use it but every time he was seen using the saxophone, the disappointment in his Dad’s eyes were evident. So, he decided to stop using it.

He continued walking until he reached the end of the market. There are less people in the area because most of them are busy buying things in the market for their dinner. Build was about to go back when he heard small voices. His curiosity won and he followed the noise.

“Hold it tight.” A voice said, sounding a little frustrated.

“I’m afraid. What if I fall?” A shaking voice answered.

Build continued following those little voices until he saw a rope tied in a small tree. He followed the rope and he was shocked by what he saw.

“That’s why I’m telling you to hold tight. I did it earlier. You won’t fall.”

Two kids were up in a bigger tree where the other end of the rope was tied. One of them is raising his hand, holding a piece of wood on top of the rope.

“I don’t think I can do this.” The kid is so skeptical about it.

“Just hold it tight and then jump.” The other said.

Build felt horror. The kid will jump on the tree and the little wood on his hands will act as the guide for him to slide on to the rope.

“If you think you can reach the ground, let go of the wood so you will not bump the small tree right there.” The kid pointing on the other end of the rope.

“Okay.” Said the other kid.

“On count of three. One..”

The kid closed his eyes and started counting as well. Build is in panic. An accident is about to happen in front of his eyes. The danger of either the wood breaking while he is in the middle of sliding or him bumping on the other tree at the end of the rope or he might get injured after letting go of the wood even if he knows he can reach the ground.

“Two…”

He quickly stepped in and shouted. “Hey! No! Don’t do that!”

The two kids squeaked in shock. The kid opened his eyes and looked intently at him. The other was wide-eyed.

“Both of you, get down. Come here. Now.” He said with a pinch of annoyance and fear. He waved his hand to make them go down.

The kids looked at each other and the other one let go of the wood. They both started to come down using the branches as the ladder. Build’s heartbeat is never at ease until they are both on the ground.

“What are you doing? That’s dangerous.” He said placing both of his hands on his waist.

“We are just playing.” One of the kids answered. The one who is encouraging the other one to jump earlier. He has small eyes, thin lips, and looks intimidating.

“Do you know how dangerous that is?” Build pointed at the rope and the kids looked at it.

“The kids earlier do that. It looks like they are flying.” The other kid said. He is a complete opposite of the other one. He has bambi eyes, plump lips and looks innocent. One thing they have in common is their pale-skin.

“They are not flying. That is really dangerous. You can break your body parts!” Build looks really frustrated.

The kids keep looking up at him. Neck almost breaking because the man was so tall compared to them.

“He’s so pretty.” The bambi-eyed kid whispered.

“Yeah.” The other answered.

Build stopped ranting. “W-What?” he narrowed his eyes and crouched down. Taking pity at the kids’ neck. He took a deep breath to calm down.

“I’m hungry.” The bambi-eyed kid said and looked at the other kid.

“Okay. You need to go home. It’s almost evening. Your parent’s might be looking for you now.” Build said.

“We don’t have parents.” The kid with small eyes answered.

Build flinched. So they are siblings and they don’t have parents?

“But we have….” The bambi-eyed kid was about to say something but was cut by the other one by elbowing him. “Yeah. We don’t have parents.”

“Okay. So, just tell me where your house is and let me bring you there.” Build said.

The kids thought deeply like they were thinking of what to answer.

“We don’t have a home.” The kid with small eyes said.

“Huh? We don’t have a home?” The other kid was so confused. He looked at his brother and the other looked at him with a warning glare.

“You’re homeless? But…” Build is about to say something when they hear a noise.

Sound of a growling stomach.

“I told you I’m hungry.” The bambi-eyed kid slowly said while fixing his gaze on his brother. The kid started to tear up.

The other kid stared at Build like he was pleading something. Build furrowed his eyes. A little confused about the kids.

“Alright. Wait for me here. I will buy something for both of you in the market. I will be back very quickly.”

The kids nodded enthusiastically. Build quickly ran to the market and bought a bag of bread that he thinks will suffice the kids until tomorrow. Good thing he has some money in his pocket. When he got back, he saw the kids sitting under the tree. They happily ran over when he saw him. They quickly grabbed the bag of bread and started to eat. The three of them sat under the three as the kids happily ate the bread. The bambi-eyed kid handed him a piece of bread but Build refused.

“What are your names?” he asked.

“I am Ta and this is my twin brother Tin.” The small-eyed kid said while munching the bread.

“You’re twins?” He eyed the kids spotting the similarities they could have to pass as twins.

“Err… Yes. We look totally different. I know.” Ta said when he realized what Build was doing when he kept looking at him and his brother alternately.

“Where do you stay?” he asked again.

“We have a tree house. A little bit away from here.” Ta said in a quick manner.

“Is it safe?” They live in a tree house? Just the two of them? He wondered if the palace is aware that there are two orphans living in the land all by themselves.

“It is. Very safe.” Ta exaggerating his facial expressions.

Build smiled. “Do you think that would be enough for the both of you until tomorrow?” He asked, pointing to the bag of bread.

The kids stopped eating and blinked at him. “We can see each other again tomorrow before lunch time. I will bring you more food.”

“Really?!” Tin beamed at him.

Build can’t help but to chuckle. “Yes. I can go here again tomorrow.”

“Okay!” Ta and Tin gave him a thumbs up and continued eating.

Build looked at his wrist watch and he quickly stood up upon seeing the time. He only has fifteen minutes to get home. The kids were shocked with his movements.

“I need to go. I’ll be back tomorrow.” He was about to leave but he halted. “Do not go up there again and try the slide. Got it?” He said firmly.
The kids obediently nodded and smiled at him brightly. Causing him to smile brightly as well. Right then, he sprinted as fast as he could to their home. He made it three minutes before six.

–-

Since the day that Build met the kids, he always makes time to see them and give them food. Sometimes he gets food from the kitchen and sometimes he just buys from the market. He always makes sure that the food he gives the kids is enough until the next day. He makes sure to sneak out the house at eleven and meet them on the same spot. He ran as fast as he could so he could get back before twelve, the lunch time. His father and him used to have lunch together but sometimes his father is too busy to do so. Like today.

His father left the mansion at ten to attend a meeting in the council. Build's martial art class is later after lunch so he has enough time to sneak out, meet the kids, give them food and maybe play a little with them.

“P’Build!” The kids ran fast to him when they saw the man with a smile brighter than the sun. The kids jumped up and down while tugging the hem of his shirt.
Build handed them a bag of food. The kids immediately checked what’s inside. Breads, fruits and candies. Ta grabbed a handful of candies and started opening the item but struggled. In the end, Build gets the candy and opens it for him. The kid beamed a sweet ‘thank you’. Just when he saw Tin enjoying his apple. The bag was left on the ground.

“Are you not in a hurry today?” Ta asked.

“My father left the house a while ago. Maybe I can spend a little time with you today before going back.” he answered.

“Can you play with us today? Ta and I made this.” Tin put down his apple and got something from behind the tree.

A rope which is maybe a yard or two tied in a piece of log. Build looked at it with confused eyes. “What’s that?”

“It's a carriage. One will act as a horse that will pull the rope and I will sit on the log.” Tin is giggling. “But Ta can’t pull me. It’s too heavy.”

“Because you’re always hungry that’s why you are heavy.” Ta bites the candy inside his mouth creating a loud noise.

Build chuckles. This kid always finds a way to tease his brother. “Give me that.” he gestured to Tin to hand him the rope.

“You will pull the carriage for me?” Tin handed him the rope.

“Of course, your highness.” Build slightly bowed to the kid. Indicating that the play had started. Tin giggled and quickly rode the log.

“Come on, Ta. Be the charioteer.” Tin said, sitting pretty at the log.

“What? Aren’t I supposed to be a prince too? We’re twins.” Ta narrowed his eyes to the kid.

“Just this time.” Tin giggled.

Ta rolled his eyes and stood behind Build. He was about to pull the rope but remembered something. “You’re not going to hit me to run, are you?” he said while facing Ta. The kid displayed a mischievous grin.

Oh no! Build thought.

“Ta, don’t you dare hit my beautiful horse.” Tin shouted, little finger pointing to his brother.

“Okay, fine.” Ta rolled his eyes for the second time and held the hem of Build’s shirt. “Hold on tight, your highness.” He then tugged the hem of the older’s shirt and Build started to move.

It was slow at first because it was heavy. The seven-year old kid is surely heavy adding the weight of the log itself. But when Build finally got used to the weight, he started to run fast. That made Tin and Ta laugh loudly. Ta started to run as well, not letting go of Build’s shirt. The field started to get filled with laughter from the three of them. Build never experienced this kind of joy for a very long time. They had this kind of game when he and his brother were young. But it was a long time ago. He never laughed this loud for a very long time.

He stopped running when he was out of breath. He was panting like he was under the water for a long time. He slumped on the ground under the shade of the tree.

The kids started digging inside the bag again to get some food. He looked at his wrist watch and it’s almost twelve. He needs to go back because lunch in the mansion strictly starts at twelve noon. His father will know if he didn’t appear in the dining room, even though he’s not at home.

“I need to go.” He said.

The kids nodded at him. They couldn't speak because their mouths were full. He smiled at them and messed up their hair. “See you tomorrow.”

He started walking home, taking his time. Being a little late at the dining room would not be an issue as long as he showed up. When he was already entering the gates, being a little cautious about the guards, he almost fainted when he saw his father’s car parked in front of the house.

“He is back!” he whispered. He quickly ran inside and he halted in deep horror.

His father is standing in the middle of the foyer, with glaring eyes, waiting for him.

“Dad…” he said.

“So, it’s real that you’ve been sneaking out everyday.” The man said with a stern voice. “From now on, you are not allowed to go out and will focus on your classes.

You can not go to the market with Praya. You’ll be guarded all day and night until I say so.”

“But, Dad…” he tried to speak up but he was cut.

The man started to move and went upstairs. Build sighed. How about the kids? The food he brought today was just enough for tomorrow. They will be hungry for sure. I need to find a way.

The next day, Build managed to sneak out again. He will be reprimanded heavily for sure if he got caught. But he has to see the kids and bring them food. No one is taking care of them and he has too.Build made a promise to himself to report the situation of the kids to the council so they will be situated in an orphanage. He wasn’t able to get food from their kitchen as he was so cautious someone might see him. He roamed around the market and headed towards the stall where bags of bread were sold. He slid his fingers in his pocket to get some money but he stopped. He forgot to bring money because he was in a hurry.

“Shit!” he hissed.

He stopped for a while and thought. He has to bring the kids food for today. What should he do? He looked around him, there were only a few people near him.
I have to do this. He told himself. He breathed deeply and grabbed a bag of bread and ran away. Of course, as a not an expert thief, he made a noise and the seller caught him.

“Hey!” he heard him shout. “A thief! A thief! Help!”

Build sprinted as fast as he could, not looking back. Hugging the bag of bread thinking of the smile he would receive once he handed the kids this bag of bread they are expecting everyday from him. His heart started to thump louder when he heard footsteps of horses that’s running after him. What’s happening?

“Stop right there!”

A palace knight. He never thought that it could be big like this. The palace knights are after him right now.

–-

Present time…

Build ended up going with the Lord to his mansion because the palace knight and the mansion guards insisted on guiding them back for their safety. It would be very suspicious for him to be left in the woods when the Lord himself said that he was his visitor and friend.

The Lord offered his hand to assist him in riding the horse. Build was hesitant at first but he looked around him, seeing the knights and guards sitting on their horses, waiting for them. He has no choice. He accepted the hand and rode the horse. He stopped breathing when he felt the warm body pressed on his back. Arms moved to his side to hold the lead, making their body closer. Breath fanning the back of his neck sent a foreign feeling inside him.

He never looked back. He kept his eye on the road. The horse started to move at a slow pace. The warm feeling he has never left. The shiver continued as he felt the occasional touch of skin on the side of his neck.

“Are you sniffing me?” he asked.

“We’re too close right now. It’s tempting not to smell you.”

He wanted to say that it is rude to sniff someone but he can’t. The warm feeling on his back, the firm arms on his sides and the sound of breathing near his ears gives an alarming idea of……

comfort.

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They entered the mansion quietly. Their footsteps echoed to the quiet foyer. The house screams luxury. Marble floor, high ceiling with huge chandelier hanging perfectly. The foyer is wide and shiny, and a grand staircase in the middle. There are doors on the left and right. Build tilted his head to see what’s inside the door on the left side. A living room. He was about to look for other details when he heard the knight speak.

“Lord Wichapas, please stay inside the mansion while we are checking your territory. We will give you an update once we secure the safety of the area.”

“Alright. Make sure my home is safe.” The man eyed Build with a smirk.

“Yes, Sir. We are taking our leave now.” The knight bowed down to him and left.

The foyer is enveloped with silence. The feeling of anxiety started to creep Build’s inside. He needs to leave. His father probably knows now that he left the house. Build doesn't want to think about the punishment he will receive once he’s home. He was about to speak when a man walked in from the left side door, holding a tablet in his hand.

“Sir, lunch is ready. But your brothers are not here yet.” He said and switched his sight to his master’s company. His eyes widened immediately when he saw who it was. “Khun Jakapan?”

Build looked at him without blinking. He knows me. Shit!

Wichapas raised an eyebrow to his assistant. He tried to think who this person beside him could possibly be. All the people around him know the man except him. He’s a son of an elite as what the knight said earlier. So, why did he steal a bag of bread and run like a thief?

His assistant looked at him with questioning eyes but didn’t ask anything. Prem is shocked because the Lord he was serving, who hates the thought of meeting and being acquainted with the elites, is now standing in front of him with one of the elite’s sons.

“He’ll be joining us for lunch. We’ll wait until the little brats come. Where are they actually?”

Build panic. No. He cannot stay any longer. Everything will get even messier if he stays.

“I think they are out of the territory again. They might be here soon. I will tell the maids to add another plate for Khun Jakapan. Excuse me.”

“You don’t have to.” Build tried to stop him. “I need to leave now. Thank you so much.”

Prem, his assistant, stopped and looked at them with confusion.

Build slowly faced the man beside him and bowed his head. “Thank you for today, Lord Wichapas. I’ll be taking my leave now.”

In an instant, Build is out of sight. Leaving the confused Prem with the Lord who’s wearing a blank facial expression but gleaming eyes.

“You know him?” Prem asked.

“No.” Wichapas answered without leaving his eyes to where the man went earlier.

“So, why are you with him? Where did you see him? Did you go outside the territory?” Prem couldn’t help but to ask. His deep curiosity is winning because it was the first time that the man was seen with an elite.

The Lord tilted his head slowly to look at his assistant with narrowed eyes. “Are you interrogating me?”

Prem flinched and bowed his head. “Of course not, my Lord.”

–
Build made it to his home panting and all sweaty. The Lord’s house is way too far from his. And he has to run from there. He quickly got inside and was already in the middle of the stairs when Aunt Praya spoke.

“Where have you been?!” Her voice was in deep panic.

“Is Dad at home?” Build asked with the same expression.

Aunt Praya stepped up to him and they met at the middle of the stairs. “He never left. He’s at his office. What happened to you? You’re sweaty and…” the woman stopped. “Whose jacket are you wearing?”

Build widened his eyes. He looked at the jacket that he is still wearing. “Oh! I-I…”

Build wasn’t able to finish what he’s about to say when he heard a groan upstairs. Both him and Aunt Praya looked up to see his Dad staring at them. Without any words, he looked at Build with anger and disappointment. Build felt his stomach drop. The lingering feeling of fear and guilt started to show up on his face. He never wanted to see his father so disappointed in him that’s why he followed all his rules about lessons. But being caged inside this home is very hard for him. Especially these past few days when he met two little orphans. For an unknown reason, he can’t ignore the kids at all. After the intense staring battle between them, his Dad walked away without saying anything. And Build knows that his Dad being quiet is more scary than nagging him.

“Come on. Go upstairs and take a bath. You’re sweating.” The head housemaid said and guided him upstairs.

Build’s mind is occupied with the possible punishment he might gain after this. His body has been so tired from running since earlier and now his mind can’t stop thinking about how his father looked at him. The disappointment in his eyes. He can feel the tiredness of his body. And his mind never lost the thought of being punished. And the kids, they don’t have any food for today. His heart dropped once again. Until his thought went to the Lord’s face. His cunning eyes, his annoying smirk, his chiseled jawline, his smell and…

“Build? Here.” Build went out of his reverie when Aunt Praya handed him a suit. They are now inside his room.

“What is this for?” He asked.

“Your father said that he’ll be going with you to dinner tomorrow because there are rumors that the King will come.”

Ah. The dinner. His father is always invited to dinners hosted by Lords. Others might think that those are just simple dinners to get together but the reality is that they are inviting elites to find a partner. It is because the choosing of the next King is around the corner. He never went to any dinner, his Dad didn’t want to bring him. And Build has no problem with it. He never wants to be associated with those gold digger elites that are willing to present their son or daughters to the Lords for marriage. That’s crazy.

But his father’s reason is different. He never presented Build to any Lord for marriage. Because he wants Build to be a Lord himself, a man in higher status. Because he wants Build to be a King. His father is so busy and focused on developing their assets and earning money. They have to be rich in order to qualify to be a Lord. Their family has to be a little richer so Build can be a Lord.

Build grimaced at the thought. He has to go if it is his Dad’s order. After what happened today, he doesn’t have any right to argue with his father or even ask him to not let him go.

“Go and freshen up now. I'll put this clothes in your closet.” The woman told him.

Build kicked his shoes off but he felt a strike of pain from his ankle. He hissed and the woman turned around to look at him. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

Build slowly removed the shoes and socks. He saw a swollen ankle. He sat on the bed to look at it carefully. Build tried to move his feet but it hurt. Aunt Praya kneeled down to see his foot.

“What happened to you? You’re injured.” She glares at him. “What really happened, Build?”

Build doesn’t know how to answer. He didn’t know when he had injured his foot. Maybe from running away from the knights or running all the way home. He’s not sure.

“Wait here. I’ll get the car ready. That needs to be checked in the hospital.”

Build gripped her wrist when he’s about to leave. “No need, Aunt Praya. This is just a sprain. It will heal on its own.” And then she smiled.

But the head maid didn’t buy it. “It will be hard for you to walk. You can’t go to dinner with an injured foot.”

That’s right. It will be hard to walk around with this injury. “Don’t tell Dad about this. I’ll be fine tomorrow.” He needs to go to that dinner. He can’t afford to see the disappointed look in his Dad’s face again.

Aunt Praya looked at him with disapproving eyes. “Please?” Build asked with his puppy eyes and placed his forehead at the back of the woman’s hand. He knows Aunt Praya could say ‘no’ to him when he uses this technique.

She exhaled and muffled a laugh. “Alright. Wait for me here. I’ll get something for your foot.” And she left.

Build sighed heavily. This day is so tiring. He removed the jacket he was wearing and stared at it. How come he forgot about this jacket? This black leather jacket protected him from being caught. Unconsciously, Build brought the jacket to his nose and sniffed. It’s a mix of scent, his scent and that man’s. But the Lord’s scent is overpowering his’. The smell of wood and mint. He can’t distinguish which is the perfume and which is his body scent. But he liked it both. His eyes snapped open with the thought. What was he thinking? Why is he thinking of these things? In panic, he threw the jacket to the bed. No, this can’t be. He’s just curious. This couldn’t possibly be.

–

Wichapas is seated at the end of the large dining table waiting for his brother to come. But his mind is far away from having lunch. He’s thinking about the man, Jakapan is his name as he remembers. Curiosity kills him. He wanted to know more about the man. But why? He has never been curious to anybody at all. Just this time.

“Sir, there’s a rumor circulating that the King will attend tomorrow’s dinner.” Prem said while tapping something on his tablet.

“What do you know about him?” Wichapas asked without looking at the man standing behind him.

Prem knotted his eyebrows. “About the King?”

“Jakapan.” He answered, still staring in the air.

Prem mouthed a long ‘ah’ without creating any sound. “Khun Jakapan. He’s the youngest son of the Puttha family, one of the elites. I think he is two years older than you since he finished university three years ago. He’s helping his father in their businesses as of the moment.” Prem stopped. “I am curious, Sir. How did you meet him?”

“Confirm my appearance for tomorrow’s dinner. If the King will be there, it’s a good opportunity to present myself as a candidate.” Wichapas said, diverting the conversation.

Prem got the clue, his Lord doesn’t want to talk about it. “Yes, Sir.”

Their conversation was interrupted by little voices that seemed like they entered the mansion.

“𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ, 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑚, 𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑔-𝑝𝑖𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑔-𝑝𝑖𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑔-𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒.”

“𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑔-𝑝𝑖𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑔-𝑝𝑖𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑔-𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔?”

“𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟.”

And they heard giggles.

The voices became nearer.

“He didn’t come today. Do you know why?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he’ll come after lunch. We need to go back after we eat. But don’t tell Hia.'' The two little gremlins are now inside the dining hall.

“So, you’re leaving the house again after lunch?” Wichapas said, looking at his brothers.

The kids halted their steps. Fear visible in their eyes, not knowing what to say after their plan was busted even before it was in action.

“Lunch is ready!” Tin shouted when he saw all the food on the table.

Tin and his love for food. Wichapas has to hide his smile to pretend that he’s angry.

The kids run to their respectives seats. The maids started putting food on their plates.

“Where have you been?” Wichapas started putting food on his own plate.

Tin stuffed food in his mouth and gestured that he couldn't answer because his mouth was full just to avoid the conversation. While Ta is busy removing the vegetables on his food.

Wichapas narrowed his eyes to the two. “I heard you never ate lunch at home these past few days.”

Ta and Tin stopped and looked at each other.

“Is this why you asked us to join you for lunch today?” Ta asked.

“Yes. Because I am curious why you keep going out and skipping lunch every day. And the maids said that you always come home with bags of treats.” Wichapas started eating.

“We didn’t steal that!” Tin managed to say with a mouth full of food.

Steal. His mind went back to the man he met earlier.

“It was a gift.” Ta said.

“Hmmm..You’ve been receiving gifts every day?”

“Uhmmm. Yeah. That seems like it.” Ta smiled sheepishly.

“Didn’t I tell you not to accept anything from anyone without my permission?”

“But he’s not a bad person. He’s kind and pretty and smiles a lot.” Tin tried to argue.

He? Wichapas knitted his eyebrows. “Don’t be deceived by the looks.”

“But we’re still alive after eating his treats.” Ta pouted at his older brother.

“From now on, no more sneaking out of the territory. We will always have lunch together.”

“But you’re always busy.” Tin bowed his head pouting.

Wichapas felt a punch on his chest. He was busy these past few weeks. He’s getting ready as a candidate for the royal position. He’s been busy with physical training and reviewing for the examination.

“If you become King, you will be busier.” Tin said but continued eating again.

“He can’t be King. He’s not married. He doesn’t even have a partner.” Ta shrugged.

They heard giggles from Tin. “Because he’s grumpy.”

“And he always looks like this.” Ta displayed a poker face to imitate his older brother’s common reaction that makes Tin laugh out loud.

Wichapas massaged his temples hearing his brothers. “So, you just decided to gang up against me today?”

The twin brother’s laughter echoed inside the dining hall. The noise made Wichapas smile as well. These two little gremlins never failed to make him feel happy. They are the only family he has, in the first place. They are his source of happiness and energy.

“If I get married, it will be hard for me to take care of you.” Wichapas said.

“No. If you get married, there is someone to look for us when you’re busy with your duty as King of this land.” Ta said before stuffing his mouth with rice.

Wichapas stopped. He looked at his brothers.

“Just don’t pick evil people. Like those in the story who do bad things to people.” Tin is pertaining to the evil stepmother and step-sisters in the books they read. It earned a quick nod from Ta.

Wichapas never thought of asking his brother about this kind of stuff thinking that they are too young for this. But hearing their insights about him being married made his heart flutter. He kept looking at his brother while they continued eating.

–

Build hid his injury very well. His Dad never talked about his sneaking out ever again. He went down stairs, all dressed and ready for the gathering. It’s hard to pretend to be okay when your foot is screaming in pain inside the shoes. He tried his best to walk and act normal to avoid being caught.

Aunt Praya is waiting at the end of the stairs smiling widely. “You look handsome. You really look like your mom.” Build answered with a shy smile. “Your Dad is waiting for you inside the car. Enjoy the night, dear.”

“Thanks, Aunt Praya. See you later.” and he left.

The ride was quiet. Build kept his eyes outside the window. Not minding the cold presence beside him. His Dad kept scrolling to his own tablet. Probably about work as usual. It was after a couple of minutes when they arrived. They were greeted by ushers and usherettes and led inside the courtyard where most of the elites and Lords of the land are present. The music was slow and sweet, and Build loved it, which complimented the venue perfectly decorated with lights and flowers. Build roamed his eyes. He is sure that the agenda had already started. He saw Lords and elites introducing themselves, smiling sweetly and laughing a little extra to nonsense conversations. At that scene, he rolled his eyes. His Dad started talking to some elites, some family friends. But his Dad is a little hesitant to talk to the Lords because he is not interested in them. He didn’t go here to create any connection to them.

“Mr. Puttha. It’s good to see you here.” A man wearing a fine white suit went near them holding a glass of red wine.

“Lord Arphus.” Build and his Dad bowed down slightly to show some respect. He is one of the Lords and the host of tonight’s event.

“You are with your son? How surprising.” Lord Arphus eyed Build from head to toe that made him greet his teeth secretly. Their eyes met and the older man continued with a smirk. “I heard rumors that your son is pretty but I never thought he was this gorgeous.”

Build faked a smile but the creepiness he was feeling never left.

“We are here to enjoy the night. This is his first appearance at a Lord’s party. I just want him to get familiarized.” His Dad said.

The Lord laughed at them. “Of course. This event is meant for friendly gathering.” He said without removing his eyes from the elite’s son.

Huh! Build would never buy that. This event is meant for the Lord’s to find someone to get married as qualification for the throne. And for elites who dream of getting higher status by marrying a Lord. Build wonders how many sons or daughters had been dragged here against their will. He was so lucky to know that he’s not here for that reason. Build once again roamed his eyes around until he saw a pair of eyes looking over him.

A man dressed in black and gold, standing near the fountain with a glass of red wine in his hand. Build tried to adjust his sighting because the area is a bit dim and only provided by the lights coming from the fountain. It took him a few seconds to see his face. His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw those dark eyes again, staring directly at him.

𝐻𝑒’𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.

Chapter Text

It's not the exaggerated numbers of candles on the table or the extravagant lights hanging above the courtyard but it's the prettiest face Wichapas had seen tonight that made him blind.

Jakapan Puttha.

Wichapas had been calling his name in his mind ever since he saw the man enter the courtyard. Wearing a black tweed coat with fitted white inserts. Even the pearls he is wearing cannot outshine his beauty. His attractive features complemented the place very well. Everyone seems to fade and Wichapas is only focused on him.

Wichapas secretly smiled. What's happening to him? Why is he staring so much?

His heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. His gaze sent shivers to his spine. His mouth went dry and he felt a little cold. The weather must be teasing him. Or maybe it’s his own feelings.

Everybody started to take seats when the food started to arrive. Jakapan and his Dad, he supposed, sat side by side. Mr. Puttha talks to his friends while eating while the young man seems not interested in their topic as he focuses only on his food. Sitting several seats away, Wichaspas can’t help but to steal glances. The elegant fingers wrapped around the spoon and knife, the plump lips that accept the food and the dimples on his cheeks that occasionally appear in every bite.

Wichapas twitched uncomfortably when a pair of piercing eyes caught him. And a facial expression saying “what are you staring at?” is displayed. For the first time in his life, Wichapas felt the mixture of shock, nervousness and a pinch of joy. And it was still confusing for him.

After dinner, Wichapas felt a certain anger inside of him. The King never showed up. The rumors are untrue. It must be the cunning Lord Arphus who spread the news to the whole land in order to catch everyone's attention.

Desperate. He told himself.

“So, the King never showed up.” one of the elites said.

Everybody is now seated. Some are getting ready to leave and some are still occupied with their business of finding potential partners.

“Oh! The rumors, yeah.” Lord Arphus displayed the most annoying smirk, as Wichapas could describe.

“Was it a decoy to have us all here tonight?” an elite woman, who screams wealth based on his clothes and exaggerated number of diamonds, laughed.

“That’s absurd.” Lord Arphus smiled but his eyes were piercing towards the woman. “I never officially announced that the King is coming. And I do not know where the information came from. But, I am glad the rumor was spread and I was able to meet a lot…” he took a glance at Jakapan. “..of people tonight.”

Wichapas clenched his fist for unknown reason. Maybe because he knows Lord Arphus very well, or he must say, everyone knows Lord Arphus very well. He is a cunning man who uses a lot of people for his own pleasure. He likes to fuck around. Might it be people’s mind or body, men or women. When he has his eyes on you, he will get you no matter what. Or maybe, Wichapas has other reasons that only he knows.

“Like Lord Wichapas.” Lord Arphus continues and all eyes are now on him. “It’s really nice to see that you are here with us tonight. Very rare scenario it is.”

Wichapas smile at everyone. The business smile. A smile that never reaches the eyes but enough to make a lot of elite children, men and women, drool over him.

“It's a shame to miss such an incredible event,” he said. “And to meet wonderful people, like you said.” and he glanced at Jakapan as well.

Build shifted uncomfortably on his seat. And his father is aware of what is going on.

Lord Arphus’ eyebrows knit. He hasn't liked Wichapas ever since. He doesn’t like the man as a whole. He’s smart, he’s rich, he’s strong, he’s precise, and he attracts attention even though he was not in the area. It’s the overgrowing envy and jealousy.

“Wines and alcohol will be served limitless.” Lord Arphus rests his back on the elegant chair he is sitting on. “Enjoy the night with your chosen company and do not neglect the chamber orchestra I have here tonight.”

Build’s ears perked up and a glowing light can be seen on his face. Music. His father glanced at him with a neutral expression. Right then, the excitement on his face died down. All of it never passes Wichapas.

“Dad, I need to use the restroom.” Build whispered to his father and answered by a quick nod.

Build stood up. He hissed a little, almost not noticeable. But because Wichapas is eyeing him, of course, he is aware. Right then, Build left the table and walked up to one of the servers. No, he is a little limping. Wichapas noticed. Although he can’t hear, he knows Build is asking for the way to the restroom and the server gestured the way. A quick thank you and Build is ready to leave. But on his way, a group of people enter the courtyard with various instruments in their hands. The chamber orchestra. Build halted. He looked at the group of people with longing eyes. A hint of sadness. And in an instant, Build left the courtyard, walking with a little limp, opposite to the gestured restroom. Wichapas' eyes never left him even after his presence is gone.

-

Build sat on one of the benches in the garden of the mansion. There is no one in here as everybody is busy with the occasion happening in the courtyard. It’s quiet and well lit as the light from the lamp-post shines brightly. He gently massaged his ankle. It hurt after sitting for a long time at dinner and he wasn’t able to stretch so he excused himself.

“I think I need to ask Aunt Praya for another cold compress. If she’s still awake.” he looked up to the crescent moon.

Summer this year is so warm. It’s hot in the daytime and still a bit warm at nighttime. Build reminds him of a picnic day with his mom in the lake park. Build closed his eyes reminiscing the old days. A checkered blanket layed on the grass, his mom peeling the apples, his dad grilling the barbecue and him playing kites with his big brother. He inhaled the night summer air but it was not what he expected. It smells….. Wood and mint!!

He abruptly opened his eyes and jumped out of the bench when he saw a man standing beside him drowned by the light of the lamp-post. Unfortunately, he stepped with his injured foot when he landed, which caused him to lose his balance and stumble down. He hissed in pain from his foot and his butt.

“Hey, are you okay?” the man asked, trying to help him get up. “I startled you. I’m sorry.”

That voice. Deep and warm.

“Lord Wichapas?” Build asked.

Wichapas muffled a laugh and helped him sit back down on the bench. Build widened his eyes when suddenly the man kneeled in front of him and touched his injured ankle.

“No, please, my Lord. Please stand up.” Build spoke in panic

“You injured your foot.” Wichapas kept on scanning his foot.

Build thought the man was thinking that the injury was caused by him. “It’s not your fault. I was already injured when I got home yesterday…” Build halted.

Yesterday. The events from yesterday appeared to both of their minds. With a smirk on his face, Wichapas looked up.

“What?” Build asked with his eyebrows raised.

“Nothing.” Wichapas stood up and sat beside him. “Does it hurt?” referring to Build’s ankle.

“Yeah. A bit.”

“A bit but you’re limping.”

“Why are you staring at me all the time?” Build can’t help but ask.

Wichapas looked at him once again. This time their eyes met. In the warm wind, under the crescent moon, on a summer night. Build looked away. He suddenly felt cold and shaky for no reason. Why? Why does he always look at him like that? Is there something wrong with him?

“Is it disrespectful to talk to you like this?” He can’t help but to ask.

“Like what?” Wichapas asked without looking away. Memorizing the side of Build’s face.

“Like this.” Build is referring to the way they talk. Casual and comfortable. Like they know each other personally.

“Status wise, it’s not. If someone would hear you talking to me like this you could be labeled as disrespectful. But personally, no.” Wichapas smiled. “I like the way we talk.”

“You’re weird.” Build said and stood up. “I have to leave, my Lord.” And he slightly bowed.

Wichapas can’t help but let out a little laugh. “Why change the atmosphere right now?”

Build looked at him with a confused face. “Why? I need to pay respect before I leave.”

Without leaving the smile on his face, Wichapas stood up and leveled him. “I just realized we never introduced each other.” he laid his hand for a handshake. “Wichapas Sumettikul.”

And from there, the harmony from the chamber orchestra inside the courtyard surrounded them. Build was confuse. Why does it feel like the right moment? Why does it feel so right?

With a questioning gaze, he reached the man’s hand with his own. “Build.”

Wichapas knitted his eyebrows. That’s not the name he knows. And Build is aware with that.

“Just call me Build.”

–

As the night concludes, his father and him decide to go home knowing that the King is not really coming. Right after Build is back inside the courtyard, his father told him that they are going home. So Build didn’t have the chance to take a last glance at Wichapas because the man never went back inside the courtyard.

Build is taken out of his reverie when his Dad spoke. “You will go to the hospital tomorrow and get your foot checked.”

Build stiffened. He looked like he wanted to say something but he couldn't. How did his father know about his foot?

Several minutes later, they are back in their home. His dad went straight to his room but Build made his way to the kitchen. He’ll get some ice for his foot. It’s painful.

“You’re back.”

He found Aunt Praya doing the dishes.

“Why are you still awake?”

“I was waiting for you. What happened? Are you okay?” There’s a hint of worry in her voice. Of course, she knows the real reason why Lords organize dinner’s like that.

“Yes. We just had dinner and we left. The King didn’t show up.” Build went near the fridge.

“Do you need anything?” she asked, wiping his hand on his apron.

“I need ice. My foot hurts.” displaying a sweet smile on his face.

“I knew you needed me, that's why I waited for you.” She went near him and opened the fridge. “Go sit and I’ll make it ready for you.”

“I can do it.” Build insists.

“No. Go and sit down.”

Build stepped to the counter stool and sat with a pout. “I can make my own cold compress, you know.”

“I know. But let me do it for you. Ever since this family changed, you have changed too.” Aunt Praya kept on talking while making the cold compress over the sink. “When you were young, you used to have puppy dog eyes and a cute pout when you needed something. But now,” she stopped and looked at him with a sad smile. “You rarely ask for help. You always do things on your own.” and she continues what he is doing.

“Because I have to be independent. That’s what Dad wants.” he answered while removing his shoes.

He looked at his swollen ankle. It’s slightly red and he felt the real pain when the shoe is off.

“Dear..” Aunt Praya handed him the cold compress. “I know you feel like you have to be independent and strong like what your father wants but don’t forget that there are still a lot of people that would help you whenever you need. There is me, your brother, even your father, though he is strict about you.” And they shared a short laugh. “And there are other people out there who are willing to help you.” She placed a hand on his cheeks. “Please don’t feel like you are alone.”

They shared a sweet smile with each other. “Thank you, Aunt Praya.”

“So make a use of that cold compress. Look at that ankle. It’s really swollen.” She said.

“Dad told me to go to the hospital tomorrow” Build placed the cold compress onto his swollen ankle.

“See. He cares for you. It’s just that he doesn’t know how to show it. So now, I will go to rest.” She was about to go away when Build held her wrist. She looked back with questioning eyes.

“You said you will always help me.” Build started to show the puppy dog eyes and cute pout Aunt Praya was talking about earlier.

“What else do you need? Don’t tell me you’re hungry.” She dropped her should and placed his hands on her waist.

“No. I can’t walk. Can you carry me to my room?” He hang his hands in the air like a child waiting to be picked up.

“Oi! You’re too big now! You’re not six years old anymore.”

“But you said you will help me.” He shook his hand in the air.

Aunt Praya started to walk away. “You will break my bones. You did it to yourself so suffer the consequence.” And she totally left.

Build put down his hands while giggling.

There are other people out there who are willing to help you. Smiled at the thought. He remembered the time Lord Wichapas helped him get away from the knights. Yes, he helped him.

–

Build earned a metal splint after visiting the doctor. The doctor said it will reduce the weight his ankle receives and will make the healing process faster. He was looking outside the window of the car. They are now heading home from the hospital. They are only minutes away from home when he spots a familiar person walking on the street.

“Can you pull over those two kids?” he asked the driver.

“Do you know them, Khun?” the driver asked before slowing down.

“Yes.”

The car pulled over beside the two kids. The kids were shocked and tensed upon seeing the stopped beside them. They were about to run when the window went down.

“And where are you going, young masters?” Build jokingly asked them that earned a loud squeak from both of the kids.

“P’Build!!!!”

–

Build brought the kids at home. It’s almost lunch time and he thought that kids would like the food at home. So, he invited them and of course, they went with him. When they entered the house, Aunt Praya was there to meet him.

“How are you, dear? Ow.” She looked at the splint.

“Nothing serious. The doctor told me that if I wear the splint, it will heal faster.” Aunt felt relieved. “Where’s Dad?”

“He went to attend a business. Seems urgent. And they are?” Aunt Praya eyed the two kids hiding behind Build's thighs.

"Ah yes. I forgot. This Ta and Tin. They are twins." The twins peaked out their heads on both sides and gave Aunt Praya a wide smile. "Kids, this Aun Praya."

The woman looked at him with a big question mark.

Build smiled. "I'll tell you later. Is lunch ready?"

"Almost."

Aunt Praya and the driver helped Build to reach the dining room while the kids stayed behind him. They let Build sit on his usual spot, on the right side of the head of the family. The man muttered sweet 'thank you'. Build gestured the kids to sit down as well. The twins contemplated if they would sit or where they would be seated.

"Can I sit beside you?" Tin asked. The kid seems to be a little shy.

"Of course. Sit here." Build tapped the seat beside him. Tin gladly sat down. Ta followed and sat beside his twin brother.

"Lunch is almost ready. Just a moment." Aunt Praya said.

"What's for lunch?" Tin asked.

"Hey! This is not our house. You should not ask that." Ta whispered but Build and Aunt Praya still heard it.

"Today's lunch is chicken curry, stir-fried vegetables and soup."

"Curry!" Tin clapped his hands happily.

After a few minutes, dishes started to arrive.

"Where have you been today?" Build asked.

"We played carriage in the field." Ta answered with a smiley.

"Okay. In that case…" Build looked up to one of the maids that served the dishes. "Can you please help them wash their hands? Sorry, I want to do it myself but.." he looked at his splint.

"No problem, Khun." The maid answered.

"Kids, go wash your hands before we eat. Phi here will guide you." He pointed to the woman beside him.

Ta confusingly looked at his hands. "But they are clean." He said letting Build see his hands.

"But you played earlier. They might seem clean and all but I am sure it's dirty." Build explained to him all smiley.

"That's right. That's what hia…" Tin wasn't able to finish what he's about to say when Ta covered his mouth with his hands.

"Come on, come on. Let's wash our hands." Ta removed his hands from his twins mouth and jumped off the seat.

"Your hand is dirty. Eww eww!" Tin wiped his lips aggressively and followed his brother.

Build can't help but smile.

"So, who are they actually?" Aunt Praya went near him and checked his foot.

"They are kids I met when I went out some weeks ago. They are orphans. No one's taking care of them."

Aunt Praya perked up at him with knitted eyebrows. "Orphans? They live all by themselves? Wait, do you need something to elevate your foot?"

"No, it's fine. Well, yes. That's why.." Build bites his lower lips, contemplating whether to tell her or not. "That's why I sneak out every lunch to bring them food."

Aunt Praya stood up. "Are you sure they are orphans? Because it seems that they are not. Look at their clothes."

Build stopped for a moment. Yes, their clothes are clean and well-made. Though the clothes are not prestigious, they look pretty decent.

"Anyways, it's nice to hear children's laughter and voices inside this house again. They remind me of you." Aunt Praya smiled at him.

The kids went back to the table and started to dig in. Build busied himself in placing food on their plates. When he put vegetables on Ta's plate, the kid made a face.

"What's wrong, Ta?" He asked.

"He doesn't eat vegetables." Tin said and started eating.

"Is that so?" Build smiled. Typical kid attitude towards vegetables indeed. "Well, I was thinking of giving you candies after this but since Ta is being picky, I might reconsider that." He said.

Ta looked at him with a pout. Build laughed at that. He's using the same technique as him.

"Alright. Let's start little by little. How about we start with carrots?" Build said.

Ta looked at his twin brother but the other one was busy eating in between them. He saw his brother happily eating the carrots on his plate and looked at him while his eyebrows danced up and down, teasing him. Ta sighed and nodded. At that, Build removed the other vegetables on his plate and made sure to leave enough carrots. Ta started to eat. And when he ate the first slice of carrots he looked up at Build.

"How was it?" The man asked.

"It's delicious." Ta answered with a smile.

"Of course it's delicious. Aunt Praya made it for us." The three of them looked at the woman who smiled at them. Tin threw two thumbs up at her with cheeks full of rice and curry. The old woman laughed at the cute gestures.

–

"What do you mean the kids are missing?" Wichapas said.

He just got back from a meeting and he was welcomed by the news.

"S-Sir, they went out of the house this morning and they are not yet back." One of the maids told him.

"Have you searched the territory? The market?" Anger started to grow inside of him.

The kids never left home this late. If they leave the house in the morning, they will surely be back at noon for lunch. But these past few days, they will leave before lunch and be home in the afternoon with bags of treats. They left in the morning and it's past noon already but the kids were still not home. What if the person who gives them treats kidnapped him? Wichapas shook with the thought.

"Yes, Sir. But they couldn't find them."

He stepped back inside the car where he just got out. The driver and Prem did the same.

"To the market. They might be wandering and playing around there." He told the driver.

These kids will make me old fast for sure.

–

The kids happily hugged the bags of treats Build and Aunt Praya gave them. After hours of playing after lunch, they lost track of time.

"The driver will drop you off the market. Are you okay with that?" He asked.

The kids nod.

"Are you sure you don't want to be dropped exactly where you live?" Aunt Praya worriedly asked.

The twins looked at each other before shaking their heads as an answer.

"We won't be seeing you for a while, right?" Tin asked, looking at his splint.

Build nods. "But I will make sure to be well as fast as I can to meet you again."

"And we will play carriage again?" Ta asked.

"Of course. And you'll be the prince next time." Build poked his chin and wink. Ta giggled. "Alright. Off you go. See you again next time."

"Thank you for the food, Aunt Praya. You're the best!" Tin once again threw a thumbs up using his one hand while the other one was busy hugging the bag of treats.

Aunt Praya smiled at the kids.

–

In the middle of the market, Wichapas saw two little gremlins hugging a bag each that contained treats again, as he guessed. We quickly got out of the car.

The kids halted their steps when a pair of black leather shoes stopped in front of them. They slowly looked up. And they both were shocked.

It's their brother, still wearing his business clothes, looking down on them with a frown.

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“So you pretended to be orphans and received a bag of treats from someone, is that what you were saying?” Wichapas massaged his temples as he talked with his brother in the living room of the mansion.

The kids refused to answer, feeling so guilty about the lies. They finally had the chance to tell their Hia what was happening to them. About the sneaking before lunch time and about the bag of treats they often have when home.

“So, who is he? Tell me who the person is, or maybe people, you deceived.” He continued.

“Just one person.” Tin said, voice quiet and low, staring at his hands that are fidgeting on his lap.

“Okay, so who?”

The twins looked at each other and Ta nodded as a sign that they should tell him. “It’s P’Build.”

Wichapas stopped. Build? Is it…

“Build? Sounds familiar to me.” Prem commented. He was standing beside his master from the beginning of the conversation between the kids. He quickly scans and taps his tablet, obviously searching for the name.

“He is a nice man. He talks to us nicely.” Ta said, eyes twinkling.

“Yes! He smiles brightly and he is very pretty.” Tin said, giggling.

Wichapas smiles. Yes, he is really pretty. He shifted uncomfortably on his seat. What? Who is pretty? What was he thinking?

A little gasp can be heard from the side. “Build. I-It’s Khun Jakapan. The youngest son of the Puttha household.” Prem said without removing his eyes from the tablet.

“He’s an elite son? Wow!” Tin said, clapping his hands.

“That’s why their house is also big. Not as big as ours, though. But their food is great.” Ta said.

“Wait. Hold on. You went to his house?” Wichapas looked at them with pure curiosity.

“Yes! He saw us today on the road. He pulled up and brought us to his house.” Ta proudly answered.

“Didn’t I say not to get into any car, not to talk to any people or not to receive anything from anyone?”

“Yes, we know. But he’s P’Build. He’s nice. And besides, he can’t get out of the car to play with because he has a splint so we went with him instead.” Ta crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“A splint?” Wichapas furrowed his eyebrows. So, the sprain got worse.

“Yes. He said he got into an accident and the doctor said he has to wear the splint to heal faster.” Tin answered.

At the end of the day, the kids were spared. Wichapas couldn’t find the heart to scold or punish the kids. It is very lucky for them to meet Build instead of anyone else. He was always soft with them. They are the only people that can make him feel that way. Or maybe not the last person to do so.

–

It’s been a week since the kids visited the Puttha home. Build’s dad knew he had visitors but never asked him. His dad stayed quiet about the sprain and his visitors. The home classes resumed but he never felt suffocated at all. Actually, today, his Dad allowed him to accompany Aunt Praya and one of the housemaids to the market. It felt nice to feel a little freedom again. He doesn’t know what was going into his father’s mind lately but he is happy. He didn’t see the kids for a week. The splint was just removed yesterday. All he could do is to pray that the kids were eating enough. He was so happy to be allowed to the market today because he is planning to buy some treats and ask Aunt Praya for a short break to see the kids on the field. Hopefully, they are on the field today.

“Auntie, can I stop by the candy shop? I need to buy something.”

“Candy shop? What are you? A kid?” Aunt Praya mocking him.

“No. It’s for the kids. I am planning to meet them now. Can you spare me some time to see them?” Build started the technique. The puppy dog eyes and little pout.

“The twins? You know where they are?” Aunt Praya is hesitant.

“Well, maybe. Not sure but, anyways, please Auntie? Just a short time.” Build asked with the same expression.

Aunt Praya smiled at him, giving up. “And here I thought you came with us to help with carrying the stocks.”

“I will. Let’s meet at the vegetable stalls after thirty minutes. Thank you, Aunt Praya.” Build didn’t wait for an answer and started to run away from them.

He started taking the way to the candy shop. He found items that caught his attention like the handmade bracelets on the stalls and such. He’s about to reach the candy shop when he hears familiar voices on the way.

“I’ll get a big lollipop today.”

“I want a choco bar.”

He knew those voices. It’s Ta and Tin. Build started roaming his eyes to where the voices were coming. There are few people in this alley and it's a little bit hard to see the little kids.

“Good morning, Lord Wichapas.”

He heard a few people say.

Wichapas? Lord Wichapas is here too? I need to hide from him. I don’t want to meet him today. But the kids, the kids are here and I want to meet them. The voices are coming in front of him but the greetings of the people are from the same way. He kept walking slowly, debating to stop and hide or keep moving.

The door of the candy shop opened and the sound of chimes hanging on the door caught his attention. The twins entered the shop without knowing that he was a few steps away from them.

“Hey…” He tried to get their attention but the man following them looked at him. “L-Lord Wichapas.” with wide eyes, he looked at the man in shock.

He’s supposed to hide from him. But why? Why should he hide? He did nothing wrong to him.

Build fixed his stance and portray confidence. “Good morning, Lord Wichapas.” and he bowed slightly.

He is sure to see a little smirk from the man but when he faces him again it’s gone. Was that his imagination?

“Nice to see you here, Khun Build.”

Before Build could talk again, the door of the candy shop opened and Tin
‘s head peeked outside. “Hia, you’re not coming? You need to pay.”

H-Hia? Tin called Lord Wichapas as Hia? The blood on his face left. What’s going on?

Tin looked at him and let out a loud gasp. “P’Build! Ta, P’Build is here!” The kid went out of the shop, ran to him and hugged his waist tightly. Not long after, Ta also came and did exactly the same.

“Did you come to see us?” Tin happily asked, looking at him.

“W-well, y-yeah.” He answered.

Apparently, that’s correct. He went to see them. But not here. And not with someone. He once again darted his eyes to the man standing in front of them. The kids followed his eyes and slowly removed their arms around his hips.

“Oh no.” Tin whispered.

“Ta, Tin. Who is he?” Build tried to get an answer.

The kids bite their lower lips at the same time. Wichapas never left Build face even a second. Eyes calm and focused. Build’s heart started to beat much faster than usual. He is so confused about the situation.

–

They manage to go to the nearest cafe to talk. The kids were able to buy their sweets on the candy before settling in the cafe. The four of them were now seated in the farthest part of the area, for privacy. Because he is with one of the Lords of the land and they keep getting attention. They already ordered some drinks and bread. The kids love bread, Build thinks. He can’t help but smile.

The table is just good for four. Build and Wichapas seated parallel to each other and so as Tin and Ta. Ta already started drinking his milkshake but Tin wants to eat the chocobar they got from the candy shop first. After several unsuccessful tries to open it, he gave up and handed the sweet treat to Build. Upon instinct, Build accepted the chocolate and opened it before giving it back to the kid. They have done it several times already whenever they are in the field.

“P’Build, I want the tart.” Ta said, pointing to the fruit tart that Build ordered earlier for himself.

Build gave a small smile. He slid the tart in front of the kid.

Wichapas is observing him, them. The kids are comfortable with Build and it looks like Build is comfortable with them as well.

After making the kids busy with food, Build looked up at him. Curiosity lingers in his eyes. Words cannot fall out of his mouth. The man doesn’t know where to start. So, Wichapas did the honor to speak first.

“They are my brothers.”

Build’s mouth gaped. “W-What?”

“That’s what you want to know, right?” He doesn't want to sound cocky at all. But why is he talking like this?

“Yes. But I thought….” Build started to shift his gazes from a kid to another, who is still busy with their food.

“They are not orphans.” Ta and Tin glanced at their brother.

“But it feels like we are.” Ta said, narrowing his eyes to his big brother.

“What are you saying?” Wichapas crossed his arms to his chest.

Ta mimicked the gesture of his older brother and tilted his head away from him. “You’re always busy. We rarely see you at home. We eat alone and we play alone.”

Build can’t help but be amused with the gesture. Ta has always been the mischievous one. The hard-headed one. But it seems like he really wants to get the attention of his brother.

Wichapas massaged the bridge of his nose. He has a nice nose, Build thought. His eyes were almost the same with Ta, fox-eyed. And his lips are thin and pink. This is the first time he had to memorize the Lord’s facial features.

Memorize? Why would I memorize his facial features? For what?

“I was busy with the preparation. You both know that.” Wichapas said.

Ah, he’s preparing for the choosing of the next King. He wants to be the next King.

“But why are you preparing? You’re not qualified because you don’t have a partner.” Tin said without looking up and continued with his business with the choco bar in his hands.

Lord Wichapas is unpaired. Build thought, once again. So, what? What is it to him that the Lord is single? Why is his heart betraying him? Why is it beating so fast? Is he excited?

“Okay, we’re not talking about this here.” Wichapas cleared his throat. Is he shy about that? “What we need to talk about right now is how you deceived Khun Build.”

Both kids stopped. And when they slowly looked at the man with teary eyes.

“Sorry, Phi.” they said, synchronize.

Wichapas eyed the three of them. Wondering what Build will say.

Build took a deep breath. “Why did you do that?” Anger or disappointment is not present on his face but mere curiosity.

“Because Ta said we should not tell people who we are when we’re outside.” Tin said, putting down his choco bar on the table and started fidgeting with his fingers on his lap.

“Because if people knew who we really are, they would not treat us like normal people. They would keep bowing to us or whatever.” Ta took a sip of his milkshake.

“And kids won’t play with us. And you will not sneak out to see us again.” Tin looked up at him once again.

Both Wichapas and Build are frozen. Wichapas never knew the kids are uncomfortable with their lifestyle, though he did all his best to keep their personal life pri . And Build never thought about the sneak outs until now. He sneaked out for the Lord's younger brothers. Funny.

“Will you forgive us?” Tin asked.

“Please, forgive us P’Build. We want to see you again.” Ta clasped his hands on his chest.

Build can’t help but smile. Admitting to himself that he has a soft spot for these kids without any particular reason.

Wichapas can’t believe his eyes. He never heard these twin brothers sweet talk to anyone, even to him. But right now, they are all teary eyes, sweet talks and minimal gestures.

“Okay, I forgive you. But don’t do it again, alright?” He gave the kids a little pat on the head.

The twins nodded enthusiastically before going back to eating their food.

And Build gave a small smile to Wichapas.

–

Build needs to leave. He’s gone for more than thirty minutes and Aunt Praya must be looking for him already. They are now standing at the front door of the cafe, beading goodbyes.

“When can we see you again?” Tin asked, still hugging his hips.

Build glanced at Wichapas with so much hesitation. “I don’t know. Maybe some other time. Stop sneaking out of the house, both of you.”

“Then, we might not see you again if we don’t go out.” Ta said, hands on his waist. Sometimes, Ta really resembles his big brother.

“Then, will you go to our house?” Tin’s eyes twinkled with the idea. “It’s a big house, not a tree house.” he giggled.

Build remembering the kids told him they live in a tree house before. He felt stupid believing these kids.

“Can you come? Say yes!” Ta jumped up and down with the idea.

“I don’t think that’s not how you invite people to come over.” Build laughing a little.

“Then, I would like to invite you for lunch in our home on Saturday.” Build froze when Wichapas suddenly spoke.

He blinked twice. He was invited for lunch in the Lord’s home.

For the kids. Yes, because the kids want to see him. That’s why he was invited.

“P’Build?” Tin tagged the hem of his shirt.

“Oh…” Build blinked again before looking at the three people in front of him. He smiled at them and looked at the older man. “Of course. It was a pleasure to have lunch with Lord Wichapas and his family.”

“You are coming as a family friend so you don’t have to be too formal about it.” Wichapas gave him a little smile.

“A family friend?” Build started to get confused again.

Since when did he become a family friend of the Sumettikul household? They never know each other personally. And this is just the third time that he and Wichapas met. Build displayed a smile from the thought.

Before Wichapas could answer, he spoke again. “It’s nice to be considered as a family friend of your household. I will see you on Saturday.”

The kids cheered with the news. Build will have lunch at the Sumettikul household the day after tomorrow.

–

“Aunt Praya.” Build entered the kitchen.

The housemaids and Aunt Praya are now busy doing the kitchen chores. Some are arranging the stocks in the fridge and some are drying the utensils. Aunt Praya is at the sink washing the fruits.

“Are you hungry? Do you want some fruit?” The woman looked at him with a smile.

It’s almost three in the afternoon.

“No. I’m good. Uhmm.. Actually, I want to ask you something.”

“Go on.”

Build hesitates for a while and looks around to see that the housemaids are still busy with their own work.

“I want to know… What would you usually bring if a family invited you for lunch in their home?”

Aunt Praya knitted her eyebrows. “You are invited for lunch?”

Build nodded. That made the woman more confused. Build was never invited, not even once, to any lunch or dinner without his father.

“You are going with your Dad?” Aunt Praya asked again.

“No. It’s just me.” Build bit his lower lip.

“I see.” Aunt Praya turned off the faucet and wiped his hands on his apron. “Well, what you bring depends on the household you will go to. Who invited you?”

Build looked around once again before answering. “Lord Wichapas.”

And the kitchen grew quiet. Everyone halted what they were doing. After that, he felt pairs of eyes looking at him. All the housemaids are looking at him with shock.

“Lord Wichapas? You are invited by the Lord himself?” Aunt Praya can’t believe what she heard from the young man.

Lord Wichapas is known for being private about his personal life and rarely invites anyone to his household for a simple lunch.

“Yeah. Well, yesterday at the market, I saw Ta and Tin and I found out that they are Lord Wichapas’ younger brothers.”

Loud gasps are heard inside the kitchen. Even Aunt Praya can’t help but widen his eyes. After a few seconds, the woman was able to collect herself.

“See? I told you they are not orphans.”

“I know.” Build pouted, feeling stupid once again.

“Okay, so the reason why you got late yesterday at the market is because you saw Lord Wichapas and his brothers. When is lunch happening?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Okay. What should you bring?”

“That’s what I’m asking you.” Build scratch the back of his head.

Aunt Praya sighed. “Okay. What do you think they would like?”

Build doesn’t know. The kids love sweets, that’s all he knows. But he doesn’t know what Lord Wichapas would like. Build can’t help but shake his head as an answer.

Thank you for the food, Aunt Praya. You're the best!

Build remembered how Tin loves Aunt Praya’s cooking. He displayed a wide grin that made Aunt Praya grow suspicious.

“What?”

–

Build gathered the courage to knock on his father’s office that night. He would ask permission to go out tomorrow for the lunch invitation. When he heard a positive response from inside, he slowly twitched the knob and pushed the door open.

“Good evening, Dad.”

His father looked up, a little bit shocked to see him in his office without being called.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” His father nods. “Actually, I am here to ask for your permission.” He cleared his throat before he continued, hoping for a positive response. “Lord Wichapas and his brothers invited me for lunch tomorrow. I would like to ask if I can go?”

Build’s heart is beating so fast. He was already excited for tomorrow. But it could only be possible if his Dad allows him to go.

His father groans. “Lord Wichapas? He invited you to the Sumettikul household?”

“Yes.”

A mix of confusion and hesitation is evident from his Dad. He darted his eyes away from Build, and seemed like he was thinking about something deeply.

“Dad?” Build tried to get his attention back.

“Sorry. It’s just that…” the old man stopped and looked at his son once again. “Lord Wichapas is known for being discreet about the household.”

“I know. But he did really invite me yesterday when I went with Aunt Praya at the market.” Build bit his lower lip.

His Dad didn’t answer for a while. The fear of being prohibited to go grew inside Build’s head. Thinking that his father might be mad.

“Alright. If you want to go.” He said and leaned on his chair.

Build’s eyes light up. “Really?”

“You’re old enough to make decisions already.” His father started tapping on the keyboards again, going back to work.

“Thanks, Dad.” He was about to leave. “You’re still working?”

His father nods.

“Would you like me to bring you a cup of coffee?”

He looked up at his son. “No need. I’ll be done soon. Go to bed now.”

Build can’t help but smile. “Good night, Dad.” and he left the room.

Mr. Puttha can’t help but smile right after he left. He’s looking at the door even after Build was out of the room. It’s been a long time since they talked like that, like a cool father and son.

–

It was almost twelve noon when Build reached the Sumettikul household. The gates opened as the guards saw him riding the car. Maybe the master of the house informed them that there is a visitor coming. Build actually asked Aunt Praya to let him drive on his own but she said that his Dad told the driver to send him, so he obeyed. He stepped down from the car, holding two covered food trays and a paper bag. Build was welcomed by a man dressed in formal attire, like the first time he saw him, and two housemaids.

“Pleasure to see you again, Khun Jakapan.” The man said and the housemaids gave him a small bow.

Build is a little uncomfortable with the gestures. He tried to smile at them.

“Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Prem, Lord Wichapas’ assistant. Let us help you with those.” Prem gestured to get the things he was holding.

He could have made it a little early. But the food he wanted to bring today took a bit of his time.

“Yes, please.” He handed the covered food trays to the housemaid who went near him. “Thank you very much.”

Prem was about to get the paper bag he was holding but he stopped him. “Not this one.”

“Oh, alright. Let’s get inside.”

For the second time, he entered the mansion. The Sumettikul mansion. It was still the same. The only difference is that he now doesn’t have the fear he was feeling before. He is more nervous today without any specific reason.

“Lord Wichapas will be downstairs shortly. Please wait for him in the living room.” Prem said, leading him in the living room to the right side of the foyer. But before they could enter the room, they heard voices from the top of the stairs.

“It’s itchy, Hia.” Ta’s irritated voice halted them.

“Stop fidgeting.” Another irritated voice answered.

“Hia, it’s loose again.” Tin’s voice.

Right then, they saw three men going down the stairs while the eldest was trying to fix the kids' clothes. Build’s eyebrows furrowed. Why are the kids wearing vests? On top of it, Why is Lord Wichapas wearing a semi-formal suit? Is he going to work?

“P’Build!” The kids run down the stairs, or Ta at least. Because Wichapas is not yet finished tying Tin’s vest so he didn't even get the chance to run.

“Don’t run on the stairs.” Build told the kid with a smile. “You look so handsome today. Where are you going?” He tapped Ta’s chin.

“I don’t know. Hia told us we have to wear this for lunch.” Ta answered. Build looked at the man who’s standing at the end of the stairs, trying to avoid anyone’s gaze.

“Phi, this is itchy.” The kid pointed to the vest. Build scanned his body for anything that possibly caused him the uncomfortable feeling.

“Are you uncomfortable?” Ta nodded. “Okay. Seems like you’re not going anywhere. Let’s remove the vest.” Build started to untie the vest. Leaving the kid with the white inner long sleeve undershirt. The moment he removed it from Ta’s body, the kid made movements that looked like martial art gestures. Prem took the initiative to get the vest from Build’s hands.

“How about you? Are you okay?” Build shifted his attention to Tin.

“No. I love these. Do you think I look like a prince from the books?” Ta tapped his vest, feeling proud.

“You’re more handsome than a prince.” Build answers and earn a giggle from the kid.

“Masters, Khun Jakapan, lunch is ready.”One of the housemaids bowed and left for the dining room.

The kids shouted in excitement and started running to the dining room, leaving them in the foyer.

“I thought you said not to be too formal about this?” he displayed a mocking grin.

“Yes. I..” Wichapas glanced at Prem who is having a hard time suppressing a laugh. “I usually wear this at home.” and the statement created a small laughter from his assistant. He glared at him.

“And the kids wear those at home as well?” Build laughed a little.

Wichapas just sighed, regretting the decision he made regarding the outfits.

“I feel a little embarrassed wearing this today, after I saw you.” Build looked at his chosen outfit for the day. A pair of khaki trousers and a perfectly knitted sky blue and white top.

“No. Don’t be. You look….” pretty. Wichapas wasn’t able to say the next word but he saw anticipation on Build’s face. “Simple.”

Prem can’t help but slap his palm on his forehead. This is not how it’s supposed to be.

Build can’t help but frown. Yes, he looked simple indeed. He should have chosen a more formal outfit. But he said not to be formal about this. Confusing.

“Here.” Build handed him the paper bag that he had been holding since earlier.

Wichapas accepted it and peaked on what’s inside. His jacket.

“I wasn’t able to give it back to you before so I decided today is the right time. Thank you for lending me that.”

He can’t help but smile while reminiscing the moment he gave the jacket. “You’re welcome. Let’s eat. The kids are a little impatient when it comes to food.”

Build laughs. Those little noises sound like music to his ears. He wanted to hear them all the time. “I know that.”

They started walking to the dining room, with Prem tailing them, starting to get red like a tomato because of suppressing his laughter for a long time. Wichapas felt a little annoyed and embarrassed because he knows what Prem is laughing at. He glanced back at him and pushed the paper bag on his assistant’s chest a little hard to stop him from laughing. Prem choked from the pressure but he smiled at his master after.

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Everyone is settled in the dining room. Wichapas sitting on the head of the family chair at the end of the table, Build on his right side and the kids on his left side in their usual seats.

"Are we waiting for someone else?" Build examined the table.

The table is full of dishes, from meat to fish to vegetables. The dining table is almost full of different kinds of dishes that he is fully aware that it is too much. It is very impossible for the four of them to finish them all. And the table set up looks like some royalties will come and eat with them. The table was set with a porcelain set of plates with gold vintage patterns matching the serving plates and glasswares. The silver utensils lay perfectly arranged.

"No. It's just us." Wichapas answered.

Build heard snickers from the housemaids and Prem who were on standby on the side.

“You are coming as a family friend so you don’t have to be too formal about it.”

Is this how they treat friends visiting their household? Or is this how their usual lunch goes everyday?

"Why are we using these plates? You said this is a collection." Tin curiously touched the plate in front of him and exhaled a soft 'whoa' upon touching the golden engraves.

"Let's just eat. Shall we?" Wichapas sighed again, thinking if he took this lunch too personal.

"Yes, sure." Build answered. He eyed the food once again. He is not sure which one to dig in first. He loves food but with this kind of set up? He is worried about messing it up. He might be familiar with this kind of situation but he is not really fond of it.

His attention was caught when one of the housemaids brought a dish. It's the one he brought from home.

"The dish Khun Jakapan brought earlier." And the housemaid smiled at him so he mouthed thank you.

"You brought something? You didn't have to." Wichapas eyed him with knotted eyebrows.

"I was invited by Lord Wichapas to his mansion. It's a shame to come empty handed." Build smiled at him and switched his attention to the kids. "I made this for you."

The kids smiled and asked to have some, excited. But Wichapas seems like he’s not so happy about the fact that he’s not included. Build was about to reach the dish but he realized he was too far from where the kids are seated because the dining table is too big for the four of them to reach each other easily.

"I'll do it, Khun." A housemaid fished the dish. She served Wichapas first, of course, and then Build before serving the kids.

Build is really not used to this. He liked eating casually. Putting his own food on his plate, like how he used to.

Wichapas and the kids started eating, making Build nervous. Would they like it?

The kids smiled at him and put their thumbs up for approval. Build smiled and relaxed a little before turning his attention to Wichapas who was staring intently at the dish on his plate, slowly chewing.

He didn't like it? Why is he quiet? Does it not taste good? Build's stomach formed a coil inside.

Slowly, Wichapas looked at him with a small smile. "My mom used to always cook red curry for my dad before. It's his favorite."

Build's eyes widened. Thinking that maybe he didn't reach the man's expectations.

"W-well… This is the first time I cooked red curry s-so…" Build trailed off weakly.

"It tastes like my mom's cooking."

Build jolted on his seat a little. The coil on his stomach started to loosen. He examined the man's face for possible signs of a lie. Maybe he just said it out of courtesy. But Wichapas' eyes are telling him that it's true and he believed him. So he smiled wholeheartedly, feeling so grateful. It was more than a compliment.

"This is so good, but lots of vegetables." Ta compalined, but continued chewing.

"Well, I did that on purpose." Build smiled at the kid and the kid pouted. "If you eat a lot of vegetables, I will give you a dessert from Aunt Praya."

"Really?" Tin asked, eyes glowing.

"Yes. She sent an egg tart for everyone."

Tin and Ta clapped and started eating again.

"Eat, please." Wichapas offered him a smile. Build can't help but answer the smile.

–

After lunch, they decided to have a walk in the garden. It's beautiful. The air is fresh and cool. The sun is bright but the covered passage lets them roam around avoiding the rays, at least Build and Wichapas, because the kids decided to play under the sun. They kept running, picking the flowers.

"Thank you for inviting me today." Build broke the silence between them, still eyeing the playing kids.

Wichapas tilted his head to look at him.

"Though you told me it was not formal, I experienced the exact opposite." Build tilted his head as well and displayed a mocking smile.

Wichapas looked away, looking embarrassed. And it made Build laugh. "Let's be more casual next time."

Wichapas' stomach dropped from what he heard. Next time? Will there be next time?

Build looked back at the kids who are now seated on the grass and seems busy with the flowers they picked. "Maybe we should use more simple plates, smaller tables so I can reach the kids, and some comfortable clothes." Build huffed a mocking laugh.

Wichapas' looked at him looking ready to protest but he was halted when Build spoke again. "But thank you for letting me use the collections of plates. I felt honored."

“It’s my mother’s collection. The last time we used it, she was still alive.”

Build looked at him once again, looking directly at his eyes. They held their gazes for a few seconds until they heard small laughs coming their way. They broke the stares and looked at the kids running to them. Ta held out a bunch of different kinds of flowers, tied sloppily by a vine.

"Thank you for the food and thank you for coming today." Ta said, offering him the bunch of flowers.

Build's chest warmed and he was happy. These kids really bring him a lot of joy. He accepted the flower and crouched down to pat their heads. "Thank you for these. They are lovely."

The kids offered him wide smiles again and left. But after a few steps, Tin went back.

"Phi, can you please remove the vest? It's hard to move."

Build smiled at him. He simply held out the flower to Wichapas to hold. He won't be able to untie the vest with one hand. With a confused face, Wichapas accepted the flower. Build started untying the vest and took it off from the kid. Tin muttered a thank you and ran away, following Ta on the big fountain in the middle of the garden.

"You're spoiling them too much." Wichapas said.

"They are kids. They need care." Build answered, folding the vest and resting it on his arms neatly.

Wichapas sighed. "Sometimes, I think I fail as a brother to them. I rarely had time for them these past few months."

"Because of the preparation?" Build asked.

Wichapas hummed, a sound of embarrassment and disappointment.

"The kids are smart. You don't have to worry about them." Build offered a comforting smile.

And to Wichapas' surprise, it did comfort him.

"But they are still kids, they need your attention most of the time. I hope you always find time for them. Sometimes, being too busy leads to drifting away from each other."

Like him and his father. Build looked up at the sky, it seemed like thinking of something deep. Wichapas can't help but stare at him. Appreciating the facial features in front of him. The pink lips, the pointed nose and the hint of sadness on his eyes hiding behind the beautiful lashes.

Build suddenly looked at him and, once again, their eyes met. Both of them froze. Holding each other's gaze. Once again, they almost lost in each other's eyes. But interrupted once again.

They heard an alarming scream from the fountain. Both of them snapped their heads to look at the kids only to find Tin looking down the fountain screaming. "Ta!" Expression shocked.

Ta fell inside the fountain. Their heart dropped with the thought.

Build and Wichapas were about to take a step to run to them but Ta's cracking laughter was heard, coming from inside the fountain. Followed by a splash of water making Tin step back, wet. Ta suddenly appeared, standing inside the fountain, laughing so hard, all wet.

"Why did you do that!?" Tin placed his hand on his hips, looking annoyed. But Ta continued splashing water on his twin.

Build looked at Wichapas with unbelievable eyes. Wichapas massaged his nostrils in distress. Build looked back again to the kids who're now running all over the place. Ta, who happens to get out the fountain fast and wet, trails over his twin with a water hose he found somewhere.

Build can help but laugh. They were alarmed and shocked for nothing. Wichapas looked at him and couldn't help but to laugh as well.

–

It was almost four in the afternoon when Build decided to go home. He had called his driver and it was already waiting outside. They are now in the foyer, sending Build to his car. The kids are still wet and the water drops made the marble floor glossier. Prem took the vest from him.

"Thank you for a wonderful lunch." Build said.

"Thank you for coming today." Wichapas answered, expression tight and serious.

"You two should go and change. You've been wet for too long." Build focused on the kids.

"Okay! See you again, Phi!" Tin smiled at him, waving his pale hands.

"See you, Phi. Let's go. It's getting cold." Ta tugged his brother, shivering a little.

The kids went up the stairs and one of the housemaids followed them. Build can't help but smile. He turned his attention to Wichapas and held out his right hand. Wichapas frown.

"I believe those are mine." Build eyed the bunch of flowers he was holding.

"Oh. Yes, here."

Wichapas gave the flowers to him. But, unexpectedly, their fingers touched. It was brief but warm. They wanted it longer, but they couldn't. Build held his breath for a few seconds. Trying to understand this foreign feeling. His heart is jumping like he is nervous. But, why?

–

When Build got home, he was welcomed by a suitcase at the end of the stairs. Aunt Praya walked up to him.

"Whose suitcase is that?" Build asked but before Aunt Praya could answer His dad came down wearing a white button down shirt and khaki pants. Not the usual outfit he uses for business travel.

"I'm leaving for the island. Our business there needs urgent attention." His Dad said stopping in front of him.

"Right now? And alone?" Build sounds worried. "It's late in the afternoon, it's not safe to travel there when it's dark. Wait for me, I'll pack my things very fast. I'll go with you." Build was about to take the stairs but he was halted.

"No need. You can stay here. I can travel by myself."

Of course, he can. But it is the island and it was about to get dark. And it takes four hours on the boat to reach the island. Build can't help but be worried. The island has no signal so there is no way he can communicate with his father.

"When will you be back?"

"I don't know. But I will settle things there and get back as soon as possible."

"Is it serious? I want to go and help." Build still insisted. He still feels unsettled about his Dad leaving alone.

"Don't worry, I can handle this." His Dad stepped closer to him. "I want you to take a rest. I canceled all the classes. You have a lot of free time now. Use it."

Build's eyes widened. Instead of feeling happy, he felt more worried. "W-what? W-why?"

"We'll talk when I get back. I have to leave now. The last boat going to the island will leave in an hour." His Dad tapped his shoulder.

"Please be careful." Build swallowed the uncertain feeling.

"Of course." And with that, his Dad walked away. He rode the same car that brought Build home.

Build stood at the front door, looking at the car until it's out of sight. He has this uncertain feeling inside. His Dad left urgently, alone. And his classes are stopped. His Dad never gave him any responsibilities and told him to rest and use his free time. And he never knows when his Dad will get back home.

He felt a light touch on his back. "Stop worrying. He'll be fine. He'll be back before you know it." Aunt Praya said, looking at him with an assuring smile.

"He never went to the island alone. He always brought me whenever he left."

"He wants you to rest. Stop worrying, okay?" Aunt Praya's smile never left. "Now, tell me, did they like the food?" She was referring to the lunch he had earlier.

Build can't help but smile, remembering what happened. It eases him a little but the worry never leaves.

–

Build is sitting in his bed, back resting at the headboard, holding a book. It was almost five in the afternoon and the sun was near to set. He's been reading this book all day because he has nothing to do. But most of the time his thoughts are drifting back to his father. He's still worried. A light knock was heard from his door and it slowly opened.

"Build?" Aunt Praya walked in. "Someone named Prem is on the phone and looking for you. Do you know him?"

Build sat up straight. Prem? Why is he calling?

"Yes. Let me talk to him." Build stood up and walked out of the room, Aunt Praya tailing him. They went down to the living room where the telephone is placed. Aunt Praya left him once he picked up the telephone that was left open indicating that there was a person on the other line waiting.

"Hello?" Build said.

(Phi.)

Build is confused. It's Tin's voice on the other line, sounding a little sad.

"Tin? Hi. Why did you call?"

(Uhm… Hia is not home. Ta keeps coughing and Prem says he has a fever.)

Build frowns. It must be because he was wet for a long time yesterday. "Is he okay?"

(He's sleeping but everytime he wakes up he cries. Phi, I'm afraid. Hia is not here.)

Tin's voice indicates that he is about to cry.

"Okay. Calm down." Build tried to sound soft to make the kid calm down but he is also worried. "I'll be there soon, okay?"

(Please hurry.)

"Yes. I'll be quick. Wait for me there."

(Alright.)

Build quickly dropped the call and ran to the kitchen where he knows Aunt Praya is.

"Auntie, please call the driver. Ta is sick and I need to see him."

Before Aunt Praya could talk he left the kitchen and ran to his room. He changed his house clothes into something casual and grabbed his cellphone and wallet. When he reached the front door, the car was already waiting and he hopped in. It was the longest twenty minute ride he had so far. When the car stopped, they were already in the driveway of the mansion. Build told his driver to go back and he’ll call once he’s ready to go home, which he doesn’t know when. He got out of the car and Prem straightly approached him.

"Sorry for calling you through the household telephone, Khun Jakapan. Tin has been telling me to call you since lunchtime but we don't have your phone number." Prem explained.

"That's fine. Where are they?" Build eyes roam around the house but the kids are not there.

"In their room, Khun. This way."

Prem led him to the stairs and turned right, passing through the doors that Build doesn't know what is inside. They stopped on the last door at the end of the hallway. Prem knocked on the door before opening. Build immediately entered leaving Prem in the doorway. He found Tin sitting at the bed looking at his twin brother who's lying in bed covered with a thick blanket, asleep. He also found one of the housemaids inside the room who suddenly stood up from sitting near the window and offered him a soft bow. Tin looked up, jumped out of bed and ran to him. The kid immediately hugged him.

"Phi." Tin looked at him with tears in his eyes threatening to fall.

"Sssshhh. Don't cry. I'm already here." Build ran his palms on the kids back for comfort.

Tin nodded and wiped his tears to avoid them from falling.

"Let's go see him." Build offered a smile and they went near the bed. They both sat eyeing the Ta. Build assumed the twins shared this queen sized bed because the pillows are in different colors and there are few plushies scattered.

Build examined Ta's face. He was pale and lips a little open indicating that he was breathing through his mouth. He was about to touch his forehead but it was covered by a fever patch so he just touched his neck, he is hot.

"When he woke up this morning, he's gloomy and didn't eat anything for breakfast. Before lunch, we found out he was running a fever and coughing a little heavy." Prem explained.

"Where is Wicha…" Build cleared his throat. "Where is Lord Wichapas?"

"He went to the central early in the morning for a meeting. We tried calling him since lunch but he was not answering. Until his phone was unreachable after lunch. I guess he ran out of battery. He has the attitude of ignoring his phone when he's busy." Prem keeps feeding him information.

"Did he eat something already?" Build eyed the housemaid, referring to Ta.

"He ate a few spoons of porridge for lunch. And I fed him medicine after. He didn't get any good sleep. He'll drift off and wake up again. Maybe because of the cough. He just fell asleep now." She looked and sounded worried.

"His immune system has been low since he was a kid. I think he got wet for too long yesterday." Prem said.

"I think so too." Build said and looked at the kid again.

"Will he be okay?" Tin asked, looking sad.

"Of course he will be. We'll take care of him, right?" Build tried to comfort Tin once again. The kid is so worried about his twin.

They were interrupted by heavy coughs. They looked at Ta. He was coughing soundly and tried to move. He opened his eyes looking unfocused.

"Hi." Build said and tapped his head.

"Phi." Ta said weakly, almost whispering, and coughed again. He fidgeted until he was sat up. Build was shocked when the kid crawled over to his lap and pressed his face on his chest, then felt long and heavy breaths. He thinks Ta is still in daze. He fixed his position until he was leaning on the headboard. He kept Ta on his upper body.

"Can he have soup for dinner later? It will help." Build told Prem. The man bowed to him and left.

"I think we need to move the plushies out of the bed for the meantime to make him comfortable." Build told the housemaid.

"Yes, Khun." And the woman fetched a large basket across the room.

"Thank you…" Build trailed off, he doesn't know her name.

Tin grabbed a rabbit plushie and hugged it. "Her name is Dao."

Build smiled. "Thank you, Dao."

The woman smiled at him and started putting the plushies on the big basket. When every plushie was already inside the basket, except for the one that Tin was hugging, he asked for permission to leave. Build smiled at her and nodded.

When the door clicked shut, Ta started to cough soundly again and squirmed a little. Tin moved closer to see his brother but he was facing away. "Are you okay?"

Ta moved and faced the other side, still leaning above Build. Cheeks pressed heavily on the older man's chest. When he saw his brother, looking sad and worried, he reached out to him. But Build stopped them.

"You can't hug him yet. He might get sick too." He said while giving Ta small taps in his back. Ta coughed once again and hugged Build instead.

"But you might get sick too, Phi." Tin said.

"It's fine. My immune system is stronger than yours, so it's okay. Let's wait until he's better so you can hug him again, alright?" Tin nodded.

Build looked outside the window and he found out that it's already dark outside. Ta slept a little longer in that position and Build is fine with that. At least the kid could rest longer.

Tin settled himself on the other side of the bed coloring a book. Build kept tapping Ta's back and kept making him comfortable whenever he squirmed. Not long after, Ta woke up again, looking up at Build.

"How are you feeling?" Build asked.

"Dizzy." Ta answered. Still weak.

"I need to change your clothes, you're a little sweaty already." Build told the kid. Build put him down and cover him with the blanket.

Build stood up and grabbed the glass bowl with a towel that is seated on the bedside table. Maybe it was used earlier by Dao. Tin suddenly jumped out of bed and ran across the room.

"This is the bathroom. " He said and opened the door giving Build the view of the sink inside. And the kid ran to the door beside it. "And this is the closet. His clothes are on the left side, mine are on the right." Tin opened the closet door as well.

Build smiled and went near him. "Thank you, my prince." He crouched down and kissed his head earning a giggle from Tin. "Will you keep him awake for me?"

Tin nodded with so much enthusiasm before running back to the bed and started entertaining his brother. Build went to the bathroom and half-filled the glass bowl with water. He went out of the bathroom and went to the closet. He placed down the glass bowl on top of one of the drawers and started looking on Ta's side of clothes. It seems like the twins have the same number of clothes. Build got a white t-shirt with bear print on it and a pair of plain blue pajamas. He tossed the clothes on his shoulder and grabbed the bowl again. He went out of the closet and found the kids lying on the bed, Ta perfectly tucked and looking in daze while Tin beside holding the book he was coloring earlier while talking to his brother. Build went near them.

"You need to get up." He told Ta and helped him to sat up. He carefully removed the kid's clothes, wiped him with the towel soaked in the water.

"Cold." Ta started squirming.

"Alright. I'll finish it really fast." Build was able to finish wiping him despite the reluctance and got him dressed up.

They heard soft knocks on the door and Tin was quick to jump out of bed and open the door. Prem entered, holding his cellphone in his left hand and the tablet in his right hand, followed by Dao with a tray of food.

"Lord Wichapas' cell phone is still turned off and the driver’s as well. I don't have any idea why." Prem looked so stressed so Build offered him a smile. "But I called the central council and they said both left an hour ago so they might be here within an hour, if they don't have any errands on the way."

Dao settled the food in front of Ta who's still in a daze. The tray has rice, soup, and a dish. There are two plates indicating it was for Ta and Tin.

"We have your dinner ready Khun. You can let Dao feed them." But after Prem said that, Ta curled on his side, silently telling him not to go away.

Build smiled and looked up at Prem. "I'll eat once he's settled." Then he turned to Dao. "I'll feed him. Can you get some vitamins for Tin? Just to make sure he won't be sick as well."

"Yes, Khun." Dao bowed to him and left.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, Khun Jakapan." Prem seemed sincere.

"The kids were never an inconvenience to me. I'm alright." Build said, running his hand behind Ta's back because he was coughing again while looking up at Prem.

"Call me or Dao or anyone if you need something."

"Don't worry. I have my little apprentice right here." Build messed Tin's hair, earning a sweet smile from the kid.

"I'll take my leave now." Prem bowed to him.

"Please stop doing that to me. I'm not comfortable whenever you and the others bow to me." He flashed an awkward smile. Because bowing is only for royals and the Lords.

Prem looked at him, confused. But after a few seconds, he smiled and left.

He managed to make Ta eat a few spoons of rice and soup, he doesn’t like the dish. Tin ate as well, enjoying his food. But after a few spoonfuls, Ta refused to eat anymore. So Build made him drink the medicine. It's a good thing Ta doesn't hate medicines. Tin also took the vitamins Dao brought when the kids were eating.

After dinner, they once again settled on the bed. Dao came back again to get the soiled dishes and left. Ta crawled back to Build's lap so he had to settle back again to rest on the headboard of the bed. Tin covered himself with the blanket.

"Are you cold?" Build asked Ta.

The kid nodded while coughing hard. Build moved to get the other side of the blanket and cover the kid making him covered as well.

"Is he okay now?" Tin asked, hugging the plushie.

"He'll be fine tomorrow." Hopefully, Build thought. "You should sleep, too." Build fixed the blanket over Tin's shoulder, trying really hard not to disturb Ta above him.

"You're still here when we wake up, right?" Tin said with glossy eyes. He reached for Ta's hands and held it. He's still worried for his brother, of course.

"Yes. When you both wake up tomorrow, I'll be right here." He moved to kiss Tin's head while holding Ta firmly. "Good night."

"Good night, Phi." Tin closed his eyes, drifted off to sleep.

Build checked on Ta's temperature once again. It's still the same but at least the kid is sleeping soundly now. Just have to wait for the medicine to take effect. Without knowing, Build drifted off to sleep as well, leaning on the headboard.

–

It's already dark when the car stopped in front of the mansion. Wichapas is so tired after a whole day of meeting in the council. Each of the paired Lords had been annoyingly boastful about their qualifications on being a royal. They talk about this and that, and Wichapas doesn’t care. He wants to eat dinner and take a rest. But he saw Prem walking fast, looking worried and a little panicked.

"Sir." He bowed. "Khun Ta is sick. He has a fever and cough."

Wichapas froze. He immediately took the stairs going to the kids' shared room.

"I tried calling you but you were not answering until your cell phone was turned off." Prem followed him, catching up on his pace.

"I left the phone inside the car and it ran out of battery. I was so busy, I forgot." It was a common incident whenever Prem was not with him on his errands. He tends to forget his phone and never check it at all until he is done.

They got into the door but before he could open it, Prem talked again. "Khun Jakapan is inside."

Wichapas stopped. His head snapped to look at Prem with knotted eyebrows, eyes asking for a question that wasn’t verbalized. Why?

"Khun Tin asked me to call him because you are not answering. The kid is so worried. Sorry for calling someone else and letting him inside the mansion without your permission, Sir." Prem looked on the floor, ready to get scolded. It is a rule from the master that was strictly implemented, to never let anyone inside the house unless Wichapas gave his permission.

"Did the kids eat already?" Wichapas asked, completely ignoring what Prem said.

"Yes, Sir. But Khun Jakapan refused to eat, saying he will do it after the kids are settled inside. He has never left the room since coming here."

"I haven't had dinner yet. Prepare the dining…." He trailed off.

'Maybe we should use more simple plates, smaller tables so I can reach the kids'

He doesn't like big tables when eating.

"Prepare dinner for me and him on the patio. No extravagant plates and utensils. Just the usual."

Prem bowed to him. He twitched the knob of the room and opened the door. He entered quietly trying not to disturb anyone inside. The main light of the room is off but the wall lights are enough to see the room clearly. It's a little dim but still enough to see the inside of the room. His eyes fall on the two figures on the bed. He can see Tin, under the blanket hugging his favorite rabbit plushie, and a larger figure covered in the same blanket. He stepped closer. He stopped beside the bed where the other figure was settled.

He saw Build, leaning on the headboard and asleep, with Ta resting above him, cheeks pushed on his chest. Wichapas can't help but smile. He can hear three people's breath, long and steady, indicating they are all deep asleep. They look warm.

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Wichapas looked at his wrist watch. Half past eight in the evening. The quiet room was interrupted by a sound of coughing from Ta. The kid squirmed above the man causing Build to wake up. Build immediately saw the man standing beside the bed.

"Hi." Wichapas said. Sitting down at the side of the bed.

Build smiled at him, running his hand on Ta's back trying to sooth the kid who's still coughing. A few moments after, they heard gagging. That's when they both found out that Ta is vomiting on Build's chest. But Build didn't move and let the kid finish his business. Wichapas was amazed because the man didn’t even flinch or look disgusted.

"How do you feel?" he asked his brother.

But Ta looked at his older brother, but the stare was blank.

"Are you okay?" Wichapas leaned forward, putting his hand on Ta's back. But instead of a flat back, his hand landed on Build's hand. They both stopped and looked at each other. "I think we need to bring him to the hospital." Wichapas said.

"Don't worry. I think it's the effect of the medicine. He vomited the phlegm, I guess." Build looked down at Ta who's still staring blankly on the wall. "If he's not well by tomorrow, let's bring him to the hospital."

Wichapas nodded, still worried but he’ll take what Build said.

"I need to stand up and bring him to the bathroom. Can you get him a pair of pajamas so I can change him?"

Wichapas removes the blanket that was covering them and helps Build stand up while still holding Ta. He guided them to the bathroom. After that, he ran to the closet and fetched a pair of clothes for Ta. He came back to the bathroom and placed the clothes on the sink where Ta is sitting and Build is stripping him off.

"I'll get you clothes too. I'll ask someone to change the covers." He didn't wait for Build to answer and left. Build is covered with vomit so he needs new clothes.

He went out of the room and went straight to his own room on the other wing of the house. He was about to pass the stairs when he saw Prem. Maybe the dinner was ready and he was about to call them.

"Tell someone to bring a new sheet and blanket to the kids' room." He said and passed by his assistant.

When he reached his room, he grabbed a shirt and pants from his closet and left again going back to the kids' room, almost running. When he got there, Ta and Build were still inside the bathroom.

"Here. They are new. I haven't worn them." Wichapas placed the clothes where he placed Ta's clothes earlier.

"Thank you. Hold him, please. I will change." Build said.

Wichapas went near them and fetched Ta. "Hey. Let's go out. Phi Build will change." Ta held him like a panda, pressing his cheeks on his shoulder.

They went out of the bathroom the exact moment Dao and Prem entered holding the new sheet and blanket. They looked at the bed and saw the stains, clearly knowing immediately what happened. Prem scooped the sleeping Tin out of the bed and Dao quickly changed the sheet and the blanket. It’s a good thing Tin is a heavy sleeper. Build went out of the bathroom wearing the clothes Wichapas gave him. It's a little big but it still looks good on him. By the time Dao finished changing the sheet, Ta was already sleeping on Wichapas' hold. Prem put down Tin and Wichapas put down Ta on the other side. They tucked them both. Dao fetched all the dirty linen as well as the clothes inside the bathroom, including Build's, and she left.

"The dinner is ready. I'll look for the kids while you both eat." Prem said.

Wichapas nodded before looking back at the sleeping kids. He walked over Build and ushered him outside. Wichapas lead the way to the patio. Build is a little confused as to why they are not going to the dining area. After a few turns, they arrived on the patio where food is set on the table.

"Have a seat." Wichapas guided him to seat. "Please, eat. Prem said you haven't eaten dinner yet."

"Yes. I'm a little distracted." Build scratched the back of his head.

Wichapas started placing food on his plate, making Build's eyebrows raised.

"Thank you for coming and looking after them." Wichapas stopped and looked at him intently.

"I'm actually glad they called. They said you're not answering your phone." Build said.

"I was…" Wichapas sighs before continuing. "I was so busy, I forgot my phone in the car and it ran out of battery."

Wichapas can't hide the guilt on his face. It was very evident that it also concerned Build.

"It's fine. Nothing bad happened." Build assured.

Wichapas looked at him, trying to shove away the guilty feeling. But he can't. He's so focused on other things that he always loses time with his brothers. He started eating and Build as well. The first few minutes were quiet. They kept eating but the food was bland in Wichapas' tongue. Making him sigh once more before grabbing the glass of water, taking a sip. Build stopped and looked at him. He contemplated before opening his mouth to talk, looking eager to warm up the situation.

"Since we're on a smaller table right now and we are using simple plates and cutleries, can I be more casual with you at the moment?"

Wichapas can't help but smile, a weak one. "Of course. Go ahead." He rested his body on the backrest of the chair.

"You don't have to feel bad, Khun."

Wichapas arched an eyebrow. Khun. Build calling him 'khun' creates another knot in his stomach. A different type of knot, a good one. One that makes him nervous and excited at the same time. Warm.

"Things like this really happen to kids. And things like this really happen to guardians who raise kids alone. Not to mention you need to look after two kids." Continuing to eat like this is a normal situation for them. He looked relaxed, another reason to make Wichapas feel warm.

"Why do you seem so knowledgeable about kids?"

Build smile. A kind of smile that let him know he was happy to share something. "My brother is a doctor. When he was in college, he used to make me his review buddy whenever he had exams. I would sit and watch him blabber everything. I used to hold his reviewer and correct him whenever he said something wrong."

Wichapas is hypnotized by his eyes. It was twinkling and shining. HIs lips move like a flow of waves in the ocean, very relaxing. "Really? Is he a pediatrician?" He managed to ask, trying not to make Build uncomfortable for staring too much.

"Doctor of general medicine. But he is in another country right now taking his residency." Build take another spoonful.

"I see. How about you? What course did you have when you were in college?" Wichapas started eating again, starting to be invested in the conversation.

"Me? I studied music back then." Build starred in the air, looking like he was reminiscing some memories. "But I have to help my father with the business so.." then he shrugged.

"You play instruments?"

"I used to. But I don't have time anymore." A pinch of sadness can be heard from him.

"What instrument do you like the most?" Wichapas asked.

Build stopped. Contemplating whether to answer or not. And then he narrowed his eyes looking at him. "You're getting too much information from my personal life."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I was just..curious." Wichapas swallowed, feeling nervous that he might become too nosy about his personal life.

But he was shocked when laughter was heard all over the patio. Build is laughing. "I'm just kidding. But it's unfair that you will know a lot about me but I don't know a lot about you." Build take a sip of the cold water.

Wichapas stopped for a few seconds. He tried to clear his mind for a better argument. "Well, if I tell you something about me, you should tell me something about you too. Give and take." Wichapas placed his elbow on the table.

Build rolled his eyes. "The casual dinner suddenly became a negotiation." He clicked his tongue and looked back at him. "Okay, deal."

Wichapas smiled.. "Okay. I want to tell you that Ta and Tin are my half-brothers."

Build frowned. "Half-brothers?"

"Yes. That information is private but not a secret. Some people know about it. But most people don't."

"How come?" There is a growing curiosity on Build's face.

"A year after my father died from a heart attack, a woman came to me. He told me that my father has children with him. Twins." Build listening to him, focused. "I didn't believe it at first. I thought she just wanted some from the family's wealth. But I was wrong. Initially, she planned to keep my brothers away from me because she thinks that they would just be an additional problem. She's so considerate about my situation. I just became orphaned and she thinks they would just make my life more lonely after knowing I have half-brothers. But unfortunate things happen. She has breast cancer, diagnosed at the terminal stage, impossible to be cured." Wichapas throat tightens. "The doctor said she only had a few months left. She doesn't have any relatives so she has to leave the kids with me. They were just three years old back then."

"They were too young." Build pouted.

"And so was I. I was just nineteen that time, grieving about the loss of my parents who died with only two years apart. I accepted the kids, I even took care of their mother until her last breath. She died six months after."

"That's unfortunate." Build took another sip of the water, feeling sad about the story. "But you were just seventeen. Isn't it hard?"

"It was. I had to finish college through homeschooling and online classes because I took over the family businesses and the position of my father in the council, like how he wanted me to be. I'm glad he taught me about everything during his living days."

"Are you mad with your Dad? About having half-brothers?" he said without thinking. Build has a look of sympathy on his eyes.

"At first, yes. But then I realized, in the end we are just unfortunate kids who lost parents at an early time. So we only have each other. They are my only family left." Wichapas look up at the moon shining above with a sad smile.

Build was about to say something but Dao suddenly appeared.

"Sir," Dao looked a little panicked. "I'm sorry for disturbing you but Khun Ta woke up and he was crying looking for you."

Build and Wichapas immediately stood up and entered the mansion. The conversation made them forget the time. They actually forgot about the kid.

When they reached the room, they saw Prem comforting Ta and asking him to calm down. The kid was still crying and coughing soundly.

"Hey, buddy. What's going on?" Wichapas asked. Prem immediately stood up and Wichapas took his place. "I'm here. What happened?"

Ta crawled to his brother's lap and pressed his cheek to Wichapas' chest. "I had a dream." The kid said between sobs. "The dream said P'Build was here but when I opened my eyes he's not."

Wichapas looked up to Build who's currently standing a few steps away from them. Ta's back is facing him, that's why the kid is not aware of his existence. Dao and Prem left the room. Build stepped closer.

"Do you want to see magic?" Wichapas asked and Ta nodded slowly. "I will bring P'Build here in three seconds."

Build can’t help but roll his eyes playfully. Childish, he thought.

Ta looked at his brother with a confused face but didn't talk.

"Ready? Three….two….one." Wichapas pointed his lips to Build's place and Ta followed his gaze.

"Phi." Ta murmured, a little shock.

“Hi.” Build stepped closer and sat on the bed, facing them. “How are you feeling?” he let the back of his palm press on the kid's forehead.

“Headache.” the kid answered with hooded eyes.

“You need to sleep more so the headache goes away, okay?” Build gave him an assuring smile.

Ta nodded and climbed down his brother’s lap. Wichapas tucked him in the covers. The kid slowly closed his eyes, looking so tired. Wichapas kissed his forehead and moved to do the same with Tin.

“I’ll ask Prem to prepare you a room to sleep in.”

“No. I’ll stay here. Ta needs to drink medicine later.” Build eyed the medicine tray sitting in the bed side table. Wichapas followed his eyes.

“I’ll do it so you can rest.” Wichapas tried to convince him.

“You should be the one resting. You traveled far today, remember.” Build arched an eyebrow.

Wichapas sighed in defeat. “Okay, take the bed with them and I’ll take the couch.”

“But…” he tried to argue but Wichapas stopped him.

“I want to take care of them too. They are my brothers and I don’t want you to take responsibility for them.”

Build smiled. “Alright. There is nothing I can do with that argument.”

Wichapas stood up and Build tried to settle on the bed, trying not to wake the two boys sleeping. Wichapas walk to the sofa near across the room. He turned off the main light before sitting. The room is now covered with yellow lights coming from the bedside lamp and some little wall lamps.

Build took his cellphone and set for an alarm, making sure he is awake after four hours to give medicine to Ta. He placed the device on the bedside table. He glanced on the sofa just to see Wichapas looking at him.

“Why?” Build raised his eyebrow.

Wichapas didn’t move or looked away. “Good night.”

Build froze. His heart skipped a bit that made the man get confused. There is something in that other than saying good night but he can’t figure it out. Or was he just overthinking?

Build fixed the blanke and dropped his body on the mattress, back facing the sofa. After a few quiet seconds, without looking at the man, he muttered. “Good night, Khun.”

Earning a soft smile from the Lord’s lips.

–

Build was awakened by the alarm he set hours ago. He moved to quickly turn it off. He sat up and gently caressed Ta’s shoulder, waking him up. After a few tries, the kid partially woke up. Eyes still closed but he responds to Build questions. Build was able to give him the medicine and change the fever patch on his forehead even though the kid is just half awake. When he set the kid on the covers, Ta snuggled his twin brother. He wrapped his arms and thighs around his brother. Tin kept his arms around his plushie but he moved his head into his brother’s shoulder, still asleep. Build smiled at the kids. He remembered how he and his brother grew up.

He looked around the room. He saw a figure curled up to the sofa. He looked a little uncomfortable and cold. Build stood up and walked over to him. He grabbed the throw blanket resting on a ginger armchair and draped it over the sleeping figure. He kneeled on the floor and looked closer.

“You said you would give him the medicine but didn’t even wake up with the alarm.” eyes narrowing playfully to the sleeping man. But he understands. He must be very tired.

–

Build woke up with the heat he felt on his face. Then he smelled flowers. He slowly opened his eyes and squinted. The sunlight strikes directly to his face. He looked around the bed and found a bunch of flowers lying on the pillows where the kids were sleeping last night. He sat up and looked around the room, he’s alone. He got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. He splashed water on his face to wash away the sleepiness. He found a clean towel hanging on the rack and he used it to clean his face. He went out and grabbed his phone on the bedside table. The medicines were not there now. Maybe Dao got them already. His eyes found the bunch of flowers again. He grabbed them. It was like the same bunch of flowers he got yesterday. The stems are in different lengths and the tie was sloppy. He thinks these are from the kids again.

Build went down. He looked for any trace of people in this home. It’s really hard because this house is too big. As he went down the stairs, he heard noises from the dinning. So he turned right, going to where the noises were. As he entered the dinning, he found Tin and Ta sitting. Tin doing something on the fever patch in his brother’s forehead.

“Is it cold?”

“A little.”

“I want that too.”

“But you’re not sick.” and then he coughed soundly.

Tin scrunched his nose looking at his brother. Ta laughed loudly. Seems like the kid is feeling better.

“Good morning, Khun Jakapan.” Dao suddenly passed in front of him and bowed, holding two bowls of porridge for the kids.

“You’re awake!” Tin got off instantly and ran to him while Ta only smiled at him. “Good morning.”

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” He crouched down and pinched the kid's cheek.

Tin screamed and ran away. “No cheek pinching!” Tin said and huffed. So cute.

Build was in shock. He froze and blinked multiple times.

“He doesn’t like that.”

Build jumped a little in his place when some spoke behind him. He glanced back and he saw Wichapas. Wearing a plain white t-shirt, cargo shorts and house slippers. Is this how he looked at home? He looked so comfortable and relaxed.

“Good morning?” Wichapas told him with a smirk.

Build blink twice. Why is he smirking? What’s wrong? Is he staring too much? Build suddenly became embarrassed and defensive to himself. He wanted to smack away that smirk.

“G-Good morning.” he muttered and looked back at the kids. He went to Ta and crouched down leveling him. "How are you? How do you feel?"

"Better. But the cough is still bad. It hurts here." The kid touched his chest and pout.

"Don't worry. You know what, Aunt Praya always makes the best lemon balm tea. My brother said it's good for curing coughs and colds."

"Really? Will Aunt Praya give me some?" Ta asked.

"Of course. He'll be happy to make it for you." Build felt his cheeks. Still warm but not like yesterday. He's getting better.

"You got the flowers. Do you like them?" Tin went beside him.

Build looked at the flower on his other hand. "Yes. Did you pick this again for me?"

"I picked them and Ta tied them. We made it for you." Tin giggled.

"Thank you for taking care of me." Ta weakly said but smiling.

"I'm glad you're almost okay now." Build cupped his face and Ta smiled again. He averted his gaze to Tin and teasingly held out his hand.

"You're gonna pinch again?!" He covered his cheeks, eyes wide.

Build can't help but snicker. "No. I was just going to thank you. Thank you for the flowers." He messed with Tin's hair and looked at Ta.

"Let's eat. The food is getting cold." Wichapas said, sitting on the head family chair.

Build stood up and rounded the table. He sat where he sat before.

"I want to sit with P'Biu." Tin said, pouting.

"You're just going to ask him to feed you." Ta said while looking at his brother suspiciously.

Tin laughed like he was busted. "Please, Hia? Please, P'Biu?"

Build was hypnotized. Those puppy dog eyes, pouting lips and massive blinking. It really works. That was his technique as well to get what he wants.

"Okay. Come here."

Build slide to the next set and let Tin sit on his chair with a wide smile.

“I’m the sick one here. Aren’t I supposed to be fed?” Ta pouts heavily. Ah, same tactics.

Wichapas took a deep sigh. “Alright. I’ll feed you.”

Ta grins and clasps his hand on his chest. “Thank you, Hia.”

They started to eat. Mostly, the elders fed the kids who demanded this and that, pointing foods on the table. Ta’s appetite is back. He is more chatty than yesterday and Tin kept the conversation going with his silly stories. The housemaids felt so warm watching them. It has been a long time since they heard loud chats and giggles in this dinning, inside the house in general. Wichapas, managed to tell everyone that he took a leave today at work. Prem took his place for the meantime and settled things while he’s out. In that case, Build decided to go home. The kids were quite reluctant at first but he managed to convince them, bribing them with the lemon balm tea from Aunt Praya. Wichapas initiated to drive him home. Build turned him down but he never won.

Sitting on the passenger seat, he glanced at the man driving. Lord Wichapas, wearing a black button down top tucked in his black pants. Holding the steering wheel in one hand while the other hand resting on his thigh. Wichapas glanced at the side mirror and rear view mirror several times. He suddenly looked at Build, causing Build to flinch and look away. He held the bunch of flowers from Tin and Ta a little tight to ease the tension he was feeling.

Why is he tense? Why is he a little nervous?

They pulled up in the front of his house. Build managed to give him directions of the way since it is the first time Wichapas came here. They both got out of the car.

“I need a few minutes to prepare the lemon balm tea for Ta. Can you wait for a few minutes?” Build asked.

“You don’t have to. I can ask the housemaids to buy some tea for him.” Wichapas said, rounding the car to stand in front of him.

“No. I told him I’ll give him tea that Aunt Praya always makes. Come in. This won’t take too long.” Build is hopeful there will be enough stock of it.

Wichapas followed him inside the house. A housemaid came running to him and absolutely panicked. But she immediately stopped when she saw his companion. The housemaid gave him a quick bow. “Lord Wichapas.”

Wichapas only nodded at her.

“Why do you look like that? What’s happening?” Build felt a little nervous. His housemaid seems so frightened.

“Khun, why are you not answering your phone? We’ve been calling you.” The housemaid’s fidgeting gave him a feeling of uneasiness.

“I think I left it on silent. What’s going on really?” Build’s eyes roam around the living room. Until he saw someone sitting on the sofa not too far away, back facing them.

The housemaid followed his gaze. “We were all shocked when he came. We told him your father is not at home right now. He looked for you and said he would wait until you came home.”

Build can’t figure out who the man really is. He is not familiar with his figure or even his hairstyle. Who could it be?

Build stepped closer to the man. He felt Wichapas and the housemaid followed him. When the man seemed to be aware of his existence, he stood up and turned around to face them.

Build’s face suddenly became pale. His hands suddenly became all sweaty. His father is not here and he doesn't remember any business with this man at all. What is he doing here?

He collected himself and paid respect to the person in front him, who is currently having a staring battle with the man beside him.

“Lord Arphus.”

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Build can’t help but feel uncomfortable. This is the very first time that a Lord visited their home. And unfortunately, his father is not here. Does his father have any business with him? But as far as he knows, for years of helping his father with the business, they don’t have any connection. So, why is he here? Maybe to propose a business with their family. That’s the biggest possibility he could think of. He looked at Lord Arphus trying to read what’s on his mind. Until he realized that the staring game between Lord Arphus and Lord Wichapas was not done yet. Lord Arphus’ right hand is placed inside his pocket, shoulders broad, chin up high and chest stuck out proudly. Lord Wichapas, on the other hand, looks calm but stares intently.

“Lord Arphus, your tea is ready.” Aunt Praya appeared with a tray of hot tea. “You’re back.” He beamed when he saw Build and let out a sigh of relief. But her attention was caught by the man beside him, causing her to gasp. “Lord Wichapas.” and then she paid respect. Aunt Praya couldn’t determine what she’s actually feeling right now. They never had any Lord guests at home before.

Wichapas broke the staring game and nodded to the middle aged woman with a small smile.

“I’ll get you a cup of tea as well.” Aunt Praya said but before she leaves, Build speaks.

“Auntie, do we still have the lemon balm tea you always make? Can I have it prepared for Lord Wichapas to bring home?” Build politely asked.

Aunt Praya nods, she knows Ta is sick and Build probably suggested the tea. “Alright. I’ll have it prepared.” and then she left with quick steps going back to the kitchen.

“Please wait a little while.” Build softly touched him in the arm, an innocent act of being polite.

But the action caught Lord Arphus’ eyes and squinted. Looking suspicious and challenged.

“Let’s have a seat.” Build told both of them.

They settled on the large living room. Lord Arphus sat back to where he was seated earlier. Wichapas sat across him and Build settled himself to an armchair, Lord Wichapas on his right and Lord Arphus on his left. He can sense a little tension in the air. But he was not sure where it was coming from. A housemaid entered the living room and placed a cup of tea for Build and Wichapas before she left.

“It’s a surprise to see you here today, Lord Arphus. My father is away as of the moment. He has to attend to some urgent matters for business. Is there anything you want me to tell him?” Build displayed a polite smile once again.

“I deeply apologize for coming without giving any notice. I was sending your father a request for a meeting but he hasn't answered yet so I decided to just come and see him and you in person.” Lord Arphus answered. “But it is also a surprise to see Lord Wichapas in your household.” shifting his gaze to the man in front of him, who looked at him with the same intensity.

Build doesn’t feel the need to explain that to him so he ignored the last statement. “As I have said, my father is currently busy. Maybe he hasn’t seen the request. May I know the possible reason why you wanted to see us?”

Lord Arphus rested his back on the sofa. “I believe the matter I wanted to talk to you is highly confidential and must be discussed only between people who are concerned.” Lord Arphus looked back again to Wichapas.

Lord Wichapas can’t help but feel the anger starting to build up inside of him. The other man’s low banters started to affect him. This is not his home and they are both guests here but why is he acting like he is someone ahead of him.

“It is a shame that I was seen as an interruption here.” Wichapas started. Build was shocked with his response and was about to interrupt when Wichapas spoke again. “But as far as I remember, I was invited to this household.”

Build started to feel itchy. The room is somewhat filled with a different kind of uncomfortable air. What is going on? Why do these two men look like they are about to attack each other anytime.

The tension suddenly died a little when Aunt Praya entered and handed Build a paper bag with the tea inside. Build accepted the bag and thanked her. Lord Wichapas expressed his gratitude as well before she left.

“I think you already have what you are here for.” Lord Arphus then said looking once again to Lord Wichapas, causing Build to snap his head to the man.

“Lord Arphus,” Build placed the bag above the coffee table. “I was delighted to know that our household had been visited by one of the most respected Lords. As my father is not home right now and you said that the reason why you’re here is highly confidential, I guess we could just schedule another meeting when my father is back.”

Lord Arphus knitted his eyebrows. He sat up properly. “Of course, Khun Jakapan. I will be in touch with your father regarding the meet up. I hope to receive positive feedback from him.”

“Rest assured I will tell him about your visit.” Build, a pinch of annoyance in his eyes but his lips are curved on a thin smile.

Lord Arphus stood up and fixed his clothes. Build followed his gesture while Lord Wichapas remained seated, eyes on Build only.

“It’s a pleasure to see you today, Khun Jakapan. I hope this won’t be the last time.” Lord Arphus smiled at him before shifting his eyes to the man in front of him, sitting quietly. Wichapas looked back at him without uttering any words. Just leveling the intensity of the stare.

Lord Arphus left the house. Build was seated once again, looking at Lord Wichapas with apologetic eyes. “I’m so sorry about that.”

Wichapas smiled at him, standing up. “It’s fine. You don’t have to worry.”

“I didn’t know he had that kind of attitude. Well, I don’t know him enough to know anything about him.” Build in an apologetic tone. “He seemed to be not so fond of you.”

“Yes. We never liked each other.”

Build wanted to ask why but he held back when he realized that he’s not in the position to ask. It’s his personal life.

“But don’t worry about me. I think I need to leave as well. I need to get back to the kids. Prem will be back in the late afternoon after handling my work.”

Build nods. He picked up the paper bag. He started to walk to the front door. Wichapas followed him silently. They went outside until they were in the car they used to get there. Build stopped and faced him.

“Here.” Build handed the paper bag. “Make sure he drinks this. Don’t worry, it’s delicious. He will definitely like that. And give Tin as well. And you can have some too.”Build suddenly felt heat starting to grow on his face. So he smiled brightly to hide it.

“Thank you. Please take a rest. I know taking care of a sick person is exhausting. Thank you for caring about them.”

“It’s fine. You know I like them.” Build giggled. Trying to suppress a thought.

The fact that sending Wichapas to his car after a visit felt comfortable. Like they had done this multiple times already. Why does it feel normal? There is something inside him that says it’s nice and wants to feel more of it.

“I’ll take my leave now.” Wichapas gave him a smile.

“Uhm…” Build is unsure. He played with his fingers, nervous. “Please drive safely.” and then he looked away.

What is this? Is he shy? Why? What is so shameful about telling someone to drive safely?

“Alright.”

And with that, Wichapas rounded the car to enter the driver seat. The car started moving. Build stood in front of the house, looking at the car until it was out of sight. There is a foreign feeling inside him. It is so new to him that he can’t recognize what it was. His heart is beating a little faster than normal, his hands are a little cold and he needs to take little deep breaths.

Build moved his hand to fetch for his cellphone. He never has to take time in scrolling because the person he wanted to call in on his recent log. Because this is the only person that calls or messages him frequently.

“Hello, P’Ton.”

–

It was evening and Wichapas was settled in his office. He left the kids in their room, Ta is asleep and still feeling a little out of energy while Tin is watching some cartoons on his tablet. This is the first time of the day that he went to the office. He decided to spend the whole day with the kids. Besides, Ta still needs to rest to gain back his energy. He heard a knock from the door before it opened. He looked up from his computer and saw Prem entering the room. Holding his tablet and cellphone on the other hand.

“Good evening, Sir.”

“Good evening, Prem. Good you’re back in one piece.” Wichapas jokes.

Prem almost raised his eyebrow from the statement. Wichapas never joked to anyone aside from his brothers. He must be in a very good mood. Having a break on his job and spending time with the kids must be a very good idea. Or maybe another reason?

“Almost not. I am so worn out.” Prem scratched the back of his head. “Anyway, I wanted to report everything to you.”

Based on his information, everything went well. There are no problems for the day he was out of business. After allowing Prem to let him catch up. He spoke again.

“Prem, I would like you to do something.” his assistant listened to him instantly. “Do you know anyone working for Lord Arphus?”

“Lord Arphus?” Prem knotted his eyebrows. “I don’t have anyone known in his household or his work. Is there a problem?”

Wichapas rested his back on his chair. “Nothing.” yet. “I just want to know his future actions.”

“I am sorry but may I ask why? Does this have something to do with the royal examination?”

Partially, it is. Because it is so obvious that he is after Build. He wants Build because he wants to pass the qualification of being married in order to qualify for the royal position.

“I met him on Build’s household earlier. He was trying to talk to his father but unfortunately he’s not there.” Wichapas rested his forearms on the armchair.

“Is it because…” Prem trailed off, shock is evident in his face.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

Prem tilted his head on the side, looking curious. “I know you think I am being nosy but I just want to know, why are you affected that Lord Arphus chose Khun Jakapan to be his partner?”

Wichapas froze. He doesn't know the answer. Why is he overly affected about the fact that Lord Arphus chose him? Why is he bothered that Lord Arphus visits their home and asks for the master of the house for a talk? Why does he feel like there is something that tells him to stop Lord Arphus to whatever he was planning? Why does he feel like Build needs protection?

Wichapas was brought out of his reverie when Prem spoke again. “I guess that is something you have to think about, Sir. But, of course, I will do as you order. I will try to gather information regarding him and his future activities.”

Their conversation was halted because of a notification from Prem’s phone. He opened the device, paused a little while reading and then smiled. “Khun Jakapan sent me a message. He’s asking about Ta’s condition.”

Wichapas left brow raised. “You have his personal number?” Icy.

Prem flinched a little before answering. “Yes. He gave me his number and he got mine. He told me I can call him anytime.”

The answer didn’t bring any good. Wichapas creased his eyebrows, looking at him almost glaring, or maybe he’s really glaring. “Get out.”

Prem is once again confused. Trying to think about what he said wrong. He immediately bowed and left the room. When he shut the door, he stepped away from the office. “Is he mad that someone is concerned about the well being of the kids? Khun Jakapan said I can call him if the kids need him, that’s all.”

With a confused mind, Prem went to the kitchen to check the dinner.

-

It has been days since Build’s father left for business. It has also been days since Ta got sick. Prem told him that Ta is already fine and already back to his normal self. Build received all the paper works that came to the house. Initially, it was for his father but since he was out and Build knew how to do it, he worked it out. He never had communication with his father. Every single day, he wished his father was safe.

Build received an invitation letter from Lord Arphus, twice. First, a few days after he visited the household. Addressed to his father so he never opens it up. The other day, he received another one from the same office. This time, addressed his name so he read. It was an invitation letter, asking him to pay a visit to Lord Arphus’ household. It was just a friendly visit, as stated in the letter. But Build is not dumb. He knows the purpose of Lord Arphus’ visit before in their home and why he was so eager to talk to his father. He also knows the reason why he was invited to the household. But, before he makes any move regarding this matter, he needs to talk to his father. Build already has an answer if the question is asked but still, he wants his father to act before him. It’s the proper way to handle this kind of situation because it is how it was usually dealt with.

Build decided to accompany Aunt Praya today in the market. She will buy stocks for the house so Build decided to go with her. They were roaming around the market. Aunt Praya is talking to the vendors, mostly she knows them already. They had little chitchats while choosing which goods he would choose. They didn’t bring any housemaid today so Build and the driver helped her with the baskets that were starting to get full. They went from stall to stall. And for the last stop, Aunt Praya went to the bake shop. They were about to enter when they heard voices from afar, greeting a particular person.

The man stopped in front of them. Aunt Praya and the driver paid respect to him. Build needed to take a deep breath secretly in order to calm himself. The uncomfortable air started to get through him.

“Lord Arphus.” Build bowed a little.

This man’s presence irritates him. He can’t find the exact reason why but this man really makes him uncomfortable. Especially after realizing his intentions.

“Khun Jakapan, it’s nice to see you here today.” Lord Arphus said with a hint of smirk on his lips.

Build finds his existence annoying. He is in his mid-thirties, with broad shoulders, muscular, tall, has shoulder length curly hair and beard. There’s nothing wrong with his appearance, he looks clean and respectable. He just doesn’t fit Build's liking.

Build just smile politely.

“I assume your father hasn't come back yet. My invitations were never answered.”

“Yes. He’s still on his business trip. I still don’t have any idea when he will come back.” Build answered, trying to be polite and calm.

“I see.” Lord Arphus fixed his clothes. There are no wrinkles on it but he touched it like he was flexing his gold rings. Or maybe he really is trying to show Build how rich he is. “I also sent you an invitation but you haven’t answered yet.”

Build furrowed his eyebrows for a second but decided to put his friendly smile back again. “I hope you understand that I am still waiting for my father. I want him to decide for this kind of business.”

“It’s not business. The reason why I am inviting you is personal.”

Build’s annoyance started to sky rocket. He is a very patient person. He rarely dislikes people. But this man right in front of him, he feels something wrong about his presence. He feels danger.

“Is that so? Well, regardless of the reason, I always tell my father about my affairs. May it be business or not.” Build shifted his weight from one foot to another, holding the basket with a firm grip.

Lord Arphus laughed. “A grown up man can’t make his own decisions, I see.”

Build smiled, wide and cunning. “It’s called respect. My father only has me as of the moment so he has to know. We’re family, in the first place.”

Aunt Praya sensed a hint of tension in his voice. He’s been taking care of Build since he was a baby so it’s natural to be aware about his changes of attitude.

“Of course. Family.” Lord Arphus cleared his throat. “Still, I am hoping to hear a positive answer from you.”

Build didn’t answer. He only smiled at him and bowed. Lord Arphus knew that Build didn't want to talk anymore so he stepped away. Aunt Praya and the driver paid their respect as well.

“Are you okay?” Aunt Praya placed the palm of his hand on Build’s back.

“Yes. Let’s hurry and finish this. My head hurts.”

–

Wichapas felt unease these past few days. He’s been worried about Build. The extreme attention he got from Lord Arphus is dangerous. He is known for being persuasive and eager to get what he wants. The dark part is he can do anything -good or bad- to get what he wants. And that is what he is worried about.

Wichapas scans the file in front of him. Build’s family profile. He managed to get a copy after using the connection from the Registry Office.They didn’t have any relatives, which he found weird. The record says it’s just his father, his older brother and him. Build’s mother died when he was eight due to severe illness. His father was born elite and his mom is a commoner and an orphan. Their family information is too little for Wichapas’ liking.

He closed the file and opened the other one. Lord Arphus. He was born a Lord. He inherited the status from his family, just like Wichapas. He skipped the personal information, he is never interested. He flipped a few more pages until he stopped at what he was looking for.

Police records.

He found a few cases but he was found not guilty at all. He was accused of being accomplice with illegal people but there is not enough evidence to prove the allegation. He is influential enough to clear his name. Wichapas flipped the page once again. The following page is from Prem, he knows. Lord Arphus was not married. But he had flings. He takes men and women into bed and nothing follows. Some tried to get more from him but no one succeeded. With that thought, Wichapas concluded he’s not interested in the royal position. He just simply wants to play around people.

That makes Wichapas more scared about Build’s welfare. He knows Build doesn't have bodyguards to take care of him. Because elites don't really care about bodyguards. But the Lord does. Lords can have bodyguards if they want. Wichapas rested his body on the back rest of his office chair. He massaged his nostrils, trying to wipe away all the danger coming on his mind. He has to act immediately.

–

Build received a call from one of their employees that a transaction had a problem. Since his father is not there, he is in charge. His driver was sick but it’s fine, Build knows how to drive. It was already four in the afternoon when the problem was solved and he was able to go home. He was thinking of dropping off the market to buy something sweet. He is tired and he needs something to uplift his energy. Either a pudding or a cake maybe. He’s passing through an isolated area. His father’s warehouse is just thirty minutes away from the house but the way is isolated. It’s fine. He’s been here a lot of time already with his father. He’ll be home soon. He can’t wait to drop his body to his bed.

The peaceful drive was interrupted by a loud sound. The car started to sway and Build hit the break. When the car abruptly stopped, Build was in shock. The car’s tire broke. Build sighed and removed his seat belt. He knows how to change tires of course. The only thing that worries him is that it’s about to get dark already. There are no street lights in the area and no nearby houses or establishments. Build went out of the car and checked his front tire. It exploded. He was about to go to the back of the car to get the spare and tools when a van stopped. The loud stretch of tires in the cement road causes Build to jump a little. Before knows it, the side door of the van opened and someone from his back covered his nose and mouth with a piece of cloth. Build used his reflexes and tried to get away from the man behind him. He’s been learning martial arts so he makes use of it. But someone from inside the van kicked his stomach. Build was in pain and the man took the opportunity to place the cloth again on his face. He’s outnumbered. Right then, with an aching stomach, Build lost consciousness.

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(Trigger warning: Attempted rape/physical abuse/ gun)

A call was made from the guard house in the front gate.

“The head housemaid of the Puttha family is requesting to enter the premises.” Prem said, phone situated on his left ear.

Wichapas looked up from his computer. A knot was formed in his stomach while thinking what could be the reason for her to come this late. “Let her in.” And he stood up and went out of his home office.

Prem instructed the guards to open the gates while walking behind his master. It was already eight in the evening and it is very weird to know that she is here.

The moment they got into the foyer, a black sedan stopped in the driveway. Aunt Praya stepped out quickly, face looked worried and frightened. She paid respect to the man in front of him.

"Good evening, Lord Wichapas. I deeply apologize for coming without prior notice.” She plays with her fingers, which made Wichapas more anxious.

“It is a surprise to see you this evening. What brought you here?” Wichapas is fighting his thoughts and remains calm.

“I came here because I want to check if Bui–” she trailed off. “If Jakapan is here. This is the only place I know he would go to.”

Wichapas’ worry grew more. “I was home all day and Jakapan has never been here. What is going on?”

Aunt Praya’s face became pale. Her last thread of hope faded away and tears began to form in her eyes. “Oh God!”

Wichapas stepped closer to her and held her right arm. “What is going on?”

“He went to the warehouse early this morning to fix a problem because his father is not yet home.The driver was sick so he drove alone. But he’s not home yet. The warehouse staff said he left around four in the afternoon. I tried calling his cellphone but it was turned off. I tried thinking that he might be off somewhere else. It’s been hours and we haven’t talked to him yet so I decided to look for him here just in case.” her voice shakes a lot. She made deep breaths during her statement.

Wichapas’ body went numb. He can’t display any sign of reaction after he hears everything. He’s late. Somebody made a move already.

“You need to go home. Please do not let anybody come to your house. Prem, send people to guard their home.” Wichapas was about to go back upstairs when Aunt Praya held his hand. He felt her cold palms.

“Please find him.” She helplessly said.

“I’ll bring him back.” Wichapas assured.

–

Wichapas grew restless all night. He went to the warehouse where Build was but it was closed. The road is clear of anything suspicious. Maybe Build went somewhere else. He went back home feeling frustrated. He wants to do something. He needs to do something before he is too late. He instructed Prem to tell all his people to find Build. But not because he has someone else looking for him means there is nothing he would do.

Build’s father is not home so no one could look for him. Finding him will be hard when he doesn't know where to start. He doesn’t know if their family has enemies. He doesn’t know about their business. He knows nothing.

Wichapas stopped. All he could think of is Build and the only possible person that could do this. Lord Arphus.

Wichapas stormed out of his bedroom once again. Wearing his leather jacket and a face that everybody knows not to mess with. He was about to reach the stairs when he saw the door from the kids bedroom open. Ta went out of the room, half asleep. But he perked up when he saw his brother and ran to him. He raised his eyebrows when he saw his brother’s clothes.

“Hia, you’re leaving?” Ta asked.

Wichapas softened his facial expression intending not to scare the kid. He nodded.

“But it’s midnight. Where are you going?”

Wichapas crouched down to his one knee. “I can’t tell you but I promise to be back soon.”

“What’s going on?” Ta is still not convinced about his brother’s suspicious actions.

“I have to find someone. I will tell you when everything is done, okay?” he ruffled the kid’s hair.

Ta is still not convinced but the kid nodded, giving his brother his full trust.

“Why are you awake?” Wichapas asked.

“I’m thirsty.” the kid answered and then he yawned.

“Come on, let's get you water so you can sleep again.” Wichapas guided his brother down to the kitchen and let him drink. He tried his best to look normal and remained calm but inside him, a fire still burns. He can’t get off the fact that Build is out there, in the hands of no one knows who. He could be hurt and that thought made Wichapas mind go restless even more.

The thought of Build being hurt creeps to his mind until he gets Ta back to their room and tuck him beside the heavily asleep Tin. He can’t help but think how would the kids feel if they knew Build is currently in danger. He was about to exit the foyer when Prem came out from the car that just got in time he needed to leave.

“Update.” Wichapas said coldly.

“Lord Arphus is currently in the club, drinking and hooking around.” Prem opened the passenger seat. After his master was settled, he entered the passenger seat in the front.

“Let’s go to him. I need to find Build.”

The whole ride was quiet. Prem and the driver didn’t even dare to speak when they knew their master was not in the mood. These past few days, Wichapas was always in a good mood. Prem saw his master's face displaying smiles, even if it’s just a little, and sometimes joked around. It was a great improvement for Wichapas. It has been years since he felt this peace at heart. And he knows why.

The car stopped in front of a club. Wichapas stepped out, not minding the people around him paying respect. They are not the reason why he’s here. He needs information as soon as possible. And if his assumption is right, he’ll do everything for him to pay the consequences. Wichapas went straight to the counter and asked for the man he was looking for, Prem tailing him. The bartender pointed to the hallway where private VIP rooms were located. Last door, as the bartender said. Wichapas didn’t waste any second and walked to the area. He didn’t even knock and slam the door open, making the people inside halted in shock. There he saw Lord Arphus, with a woman sitting on his lap, hair and clothes messy. Two more women sitting beside him.

“What a surprise. What can I do for you, Lord Wichapas?” Lord Arphus moved and the woman got out of him.

“Everybody, please leave. I have an important matter to discuss with Lord Arphus.” Wichapas never left his gaze to the other man. With his instruction, the three women inside the room left quietly.

“Where is Jakapan?” he never moved even a bit, body firmly standing near the closed door.

“He’s probably home. Why are you asking me?” Lord Arphus crossed his legs and threw both his arms on top of the backrest of the sofa, smirking like a maniac.

Wichapas can’t hold back anymore. He ran to him, lifted his right leg beside the sitting body and grabbed his collar firmly.

“He’s been missing since this afternoon. If you have something to do with this, tell me now.” His eyes were in fury, face so red in anger and hands shaking while gripping the collar tight.

Lord Arphus' eyes turned into confusion and then changed into something challenging. “You think I’m the one who has him?”

“Who else could it be?” Wichapas doesn’t have any other suspect at all. Lord Arphus is the only person he knows who’s very obsessed with Build.

Lord Arphus laughed, still struggling from the grip. “Unfortunately, no. I don’t have him…yet.”

That’s all that it takes for him to receive a strong punch for Wichapas’ dominant hand. His left fist landed on Lord Arphus' cheek, putting all his frustration on it. The man underneath him groaned in pain. Prem quickly went near them and pulled Wichapas away. The young man tried to get off of his assistant’s grip but he failed because Prem shifted his position in front of his master, pushing him away from the sofa. Lord Arphus massaged his aching face and glared at Wichapas.

“If I know that you are behind all of this, you’ll never get away from me. Remember that.” With a shaking body due to excessive anger, Wichapas strode out of the room. Prem followed him.

Lord Arphus once again touched his cheek before fishing out his cell phone from his pocket. He tapped a few times before putting this cell phone in his ear.

“I have another job for you.”

–

Build opened his eyes. The room is dark and the only light is coming from a small wall lamp right next to the bed. He doesn’t recognize the room. The place is completely new to him. He sat up but he felt a twinge in his stomach. He tried to calm himself. Deep breaths to ease the pain.

“Finally you’re awake.”

Build flinched when he heard an unfamiliar voice from the corner of the room. He can’t recognize who it was, he can’t even see him.

“Who are you?” Build squinted his eyes, trying to adjust his vision. But the corner was too dark.

Build heard a breathy laugh. “You don’t know me?” And then he heard footsteps coming near him.

The fear grew more as the person stepped closer to the bed. Build fought the feeling and slid back to protect himself. Right then, he heard rustling of metals. Build stopped. He moved both of his feet until he realized he was chained. Both of his feet are chained on the edge of the bed.

“Of course, you can’t escape.” The man continued to walk near him.

Build’s heartbeat is racing inside his chest. His hands were shaking tremendously. Sweat began to form on his forehead. His mouth started to run dry and throat felt like it was closed so he couldn't shout for help. He felt the lower part of the bed dipped, indicating that the man was already near him.

“What do you want?” Build asked, almost whispering.

“You. I want you.” He stopped moving. Only a few more moves and the light from the lamp will help Build to see his face.

Build tried to slide back once again but the chain didn’t allow him. It was too short. “No, please.”

Build felt helpless. He doesn’t even know if the household is looking for him at the moment. In fact, he doesn’t know what time it is right now. He felt another movement and then a warm hand held his one ankle, right where the lock of the chain was. Build flinched, tears starting to build up. The hand started to crawl up to his calves. He can feel the touch through his jeans. Build tried to move again. The touch reached higher and higher until it was on his waist. He tried to move away, starting to panic.

“Don’t do this, please.” And fat tears started to fall.

“Oh, don’t cry honey. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

Build closed his eyes. Hands trying to push away the body that is starting to settle on top of him. He tilted his head to the side when he felt the other man’s breath on his face.

“Come on, honey. I’ve been craving for you for so long. Please.” the man’s hand started to move on his waist. Thumb dippiing on top of his shirt.

Build pushed him once again, harder. “No. Please, no. Get off of me.”

He wriggled his body, trying to get the man to move away from him. But he received a hard slap instead. He tasted iron on his mouth.

“I am not a very patient man. So, just do what I say.” The man’s voice is firmer than before.

Build gathered all his strength and pushed the man with all his might. He heard a groan from the man when he stumbled on the floor out of the bed. In swift seconds, he felt a punch on his aching stomach and on his jaw. Build stumbled on the bed, back fell on the soft mattress. The man gripped his hair and lifted his head up.

“You’re testing my patience too much.” The man slammed his head on the mattress twice. Even though the mattress is soft, Build still felt the pain. He gasps for air.

“Just give what I want and I will set you free once I’m done.” the man licked the side of his neck going up and stopping at the back of his ear.

“No. Please don’t do this.” Build was able to say through his sobs.

“We can’t stop now, we’re already here.” And the man laughed.

–

“Sir, our people said Lord Arphus is going to an isolated area. I think he’s going somewhere secluded.” Prem scans through his phone while riding the car intending to go home.

Wichapas looked at him. “Tell them to follow him. Trace their location and let’s go after them.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Lord Arphus is on the move. It was two in the morning, and they hadn't had any sleep. He’s not planning to sleep anyway, not until he saw Build.

The car swiftly turned back after Prem told the driver about the location that was sent to him. The driver went into full speed. Wichapas grew more restless. The knot on his stomach grew tighter. He’s ready to kill whoever has Build. The mix of emotions happening inside him right now couldn’t even be put to words. His breath grew more heavy, Palms sweating but cold. His heartbeat had never been this fast before, he was never this nervous before. It’s frustrating.

–

Build cried in pain. He feels his face has bruises and wounds already. The man kept both of his hands beside his head. He’s now hovering over him, trying to kiss him on the lips. But Build kept his eyes closed and continued to struggle. He felt another slap on his right cheek.

“Stop struggling.” The man’s voice is a lot firmer. His grip on Build’s hand is tighter.

Build never stopped struggling. Nothing on his mind than moving out of the bed and running away from whatever place is this. He wanted to know who the man was but he couldn't open his eyes. He’s so frightened. He can’t help but call for his father at this moment. But it was useless. He cannot say any words at all. The fear and pain is killing him right now. It feels like he’s going to lose consciousness once again.

The loud bang of the door halted the man’s move. Somebody flicked the light open. A horrendous view came to the newcomer's eyes. With a pang of anger, he strode to the bed and held the man before slamming him on the wall. He grabbed his neck and pushed him up.

“What do you think you are doing?” The man tried to remove the grip from his neck.

“What a horrible move from you, Lord Sonchai.” Lord Arphus gritted his teeth.

Lord Sonchai attacked the other man using his knee. Lord Arphus stepped back due to the pain and Lord Sonchai dropped on the floor, coughing.

“What? You want to be the hero?” Lord Sonchai laughed. “I know why you are so obsessed with him. We crave the same thing from him. ” And he smirked.

Lord Arphus launched himself again to the man and punched him twice. Lord Sonchai tried to fight back but failed. The man is a lot bulkier and taller, it was hard to fight back. Both of them stopped when they heard a click. They both looked at the door and there they saw Lord Wichapas, holding a gun pointed to both of them.

“Move and you’ll both die.” There is no hint of calmness in his voice, he is so ready to kill right now.

Lord Wichapas roamed his eyes until it fell to the body on the bed. Build is clutched on this side, arms hugging his own body, sobbing with closed eyes. His eyes moved on Build’s feet and he saw the chains. His grip on the gun tightened. He looked back to the men on the other corner.

“Release him.” Wichapas said. But the two men didn't move. “I said fucking release him!!” His voice echoed in the room.

Lord Arphus looked at the man beside him who fetched the keys on the chair near them. He grabbed the keys and hurriedly went to Build. The moment Lord Arphus held the lock on Build’s ankle, Build started to wriggle his body and try to defend himself. At that moment, Lord Wichapas knew what happened. Lord Arphus was able to release the locks despite the struggling victim. He was about to reach for Build’s body but the man sat up immediately and covered his body using his arms, eyes still closed.

“Go away! Please, don't touch me!"

Build is not shouting but the pain in his voice says it all. Lord Wichapas' heart shrunk deep on his stomach. Slowly, it turns to anger. He snapped back to Lord Sonchai, gun still firmly pointed at him. He is so ready to pull the trigger. He could kill the stupid man right now. But he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Sir, let the men take him. You can do whatever you want to him. But right now, Khun Jakapan needs you." Prem said, trying to calm his master.

Lord Wichapas looked at Build once again. Build is still hugging himself, crying his heart out. Lord Arphus tried to touch him again but Build fought back, repeating all the words he kept saying earlier. He threw one last glaring look to Lord Sonchai.

"Get him. I'll deal with him soon." Lord Wichapas locked the gun before putting it on his waist. His bodyguards held Lord Sonchai firmly and pushed him out of the room, leaving Lord Wichapas, Lord Arphus, Prem and Build inside.

Lord Wichapas stepped close to the bed and sat on the edge. The moment the bed dipped, Build started to wriggle again without trying to open his eyes. He's shaking and sweating.

"Hey. It's me." Lord Wichapas started, trying to get his attention. "Can you open your eyes for me?" Lord Wichapas knows better. He didn't try to touch Build. He's trying to communicate with him without triggering his fears as of the moment.

"You…" Build whispered. They saw how Build relaxed a little.

"Yes. I'm here. Do you want to see me?" Lord Wichapas said with severe softness in his voice. Like he was talking to a toddler throwing a tantrum and trying to console him.

Build managed to calm down more. The voice he heard sunk on him. He is more than familiar with that voice. And that is all he needs right now, somebody who can help him. With all his might, he gathered himself. Build slowly opened his eyes. It was blurry because of all the tears but soon enough, he was able to see the man in front of him. The moment he was sure who the man was, he let out a hard cry and went limp. Now that he saw him, he felt relieved.

Lord Wichapas immediately moves to catch him. But when Lord Wichapas tried to talk to him again, he was already unconscious. Lord Wichapas tried to wake him up and checked his pulse. He lets out a deep sigh after realizing his pulse is normal. He checked out Build's face. It was full of bruises and small wounds. His lips are swollen on the side and his nose is bleeding. Lord Wichapas wiped the blood on his nose with his thumb, anger starting to build inside him again. He will never let this slide. Nothing can stop him from doing what he is thinking right now for revenge.

Lord Arphus observes everything happening in front of his eyes. How Jakapan calmed down after hearing Lord Wichapas' voice, how Lord Wichapas was so worried about him and how Lord Wichapas hugged him tight after being unconscious. He knotted his eyebrows, thinking of what he was seeing. He found Jakapan, he got here first and he saved him. But why is Lord Wichapas taking care of the man instead of him. He remembered the weird feeling he felt when Jakapan fought back when he tried to touch him. Jakapan is traumatized, he gets it. But how come Lord Wichapas was able to calm him down just by talking to him? Lord Arphus clenched his fist.

Lord Wichapas moved and lifted Build up. He took one last glance at Lord Arphus before going out of the room, holding Build tight on his arms.

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Wichapas laid the unconscious body down on the bed. He stood beside the bed and continued looking at the body. Build’s face was full of bruises and small wounds, the side of his lips was swollen and slightly blue. He shifted his gaze on his wrists, faint red marks were seen. Wichapas’ eyes traveled down his ankles. He saw red marks on both feet's indicating that the chains were tight. It must hurt a lot. His heart clenched once again. Build was hurt. Build was afraid. But he was not there to help him.

The door of the guest room opened. Prem, along with a tall man and a petite woman, entered. They paid respect to the man whose eyes never left the body on the bed.

“Sir, the doctor and the nurse you requested are now here.” Prem dropped a paper bag on the side table, containing the new pair of clothes.

The doctor started examining Build and the nurse started to ready everything that the doctor needed.

“Do we have to bring him to the hospital?” Wichapas asked the doctor. He refused to bring him to the hospital earlier due to the fear that there might be Lord Sonchai’s people waiting to attack them.

“I haven’t seen any major damage but his body went through a lot. His vital signs are okay. We have to wait for him to wake up and if he complains about something serious, we need to bring him to the hospital. We are going to clean his wounds and give him some medications.” the doctor explained. Wichapas nods as an answer. The doctor and the nurse continue their job.

“I already called the head housemaid of his family. She’s heading here right now. The people you asked to go to the island to look for his father have already left.” Prem said. “Sir, would you like to take a rest? You haven’t eaten and rested since yesterday afternoon.”

Wichapas battled with his thoughts. He can’t leave Build right now. His mind debated about it. But he needs to calm down. Build is safe now. Nobody can hurt him now that he is in his care.

“Stay here with him. I’ll wash up quickly.” He didn’t wait for any answer. He strode out of the room and went to his own bedroom, which happens to be only next door. No, it’s not a coincidence. He purposely chooses the guest room beside his room to make sure Build is near him all the time. Though it might not be useful because he’s not planning to leave Build’s side for so long.

He went inside the bathroom and stepped on the shower. He took a hot shower to calm his body. He’s thinking of a lot of things right now. What would he do to Lord Sonchai? How does Lord Arphus knew where they are? How can he make Build more safe after all of this? Despite all the questions, there is only one thing he is sure of. He’ll never let Build be hurt again. He’ll do everything he can to make him safe. After a very quick shower, he got himself a new set of clothes and went back to the next room. He’s not wasting any second. When he entered the room, he saw Aunt Praya sitting beside the bed. Build’s wounds on his face were patched up but the man is still sleeping.

“Lord Wichapas,” Aunt Praya stood up and bowed to him. “I can’t express how thankful I am to you.”

“You don’t have to. I already sent someone to the island to look for his father.” Wichapas' eyes still never left Build’s face.

“Mr. Prem said you haven’t rested yet. Would you like to take a rest for now? I’ll keep an eye on him.” Aunt Praya said, going back to his seat.

“I’m fine. How about you? I know you’re worried. You can take another guest room here if you want to take a rest.” Wichapas looked at the worried face of the woman.

“The doctor said he will wake up soon. Besides, it’s almost daylight. I might go back home to make something for him to eat.”

Wichapas wondered his eyes to look for a clock, almost four in the morning. So many things happened over the night. “Just use the kitchen downstairs. He might look for you if he wakes up.”

“Thank you, Sir.” the woman gave him a small smile before looking back at Build.

Wichapas sat on the sofa situated on the other side of the bed. The room was filled with silence. No one dared to speak as they both fixed their eyes on the sleeping body. After a few moments, Aunt Praya started a conversation.

“His mom died when he was eight. His brother was in high school that time. After their mother died, their father changed. He loved his wife so much. Her loss affected his relationship with his children. He became strict and overprotective. When the elder son graduated college, he told his father he’ll be taking a residency abroad. They fought, and the eldest left the house from then on.” Aunt Praya lets out a deep breath as she reminisces about the past. Wichapas stayed quiet and listened to her. “After college, Build was caged in the house. Taking additional classes because his father wants him to take the inheritance that his brother refused. His college degree is far from business so he has to learn all about it at home. But we never lost the same Build after everything that had happened. He was still the jolly and all-smiley kid that we used to know. He’s strong and always positive in life, even if he is tired and unhappy.” Aunt Praya’s tears fell. “He loves his father so much that he never disagrees with anything he says. I can’t believe this happened to him.”

Wichapas can’t think of anything to say. He knows Build as a kind person. It is very unfortunate for him to experience this. Wichapas clenched his fist. This will be the first and the last time he will experience this. He will do everything to keep him safe. He has been decided.

They were alerted when they heard a groan from Build. His hands fidgeted and his head tilted from side to side. He’s saying something they can’t understand. Wichapas quickly stood up and sat on the side of the bed. Aunt Praya held Build shoulders and tried to wake him up. Feeling the hands, Build sat up, slid backwards and slumped his back at the headboard. He hugged both of his knees and buried his face in them. Aunt Praya was so shocked and she couldn't move.

“Don’t touch me, please. No.” Build said between his sobs, not lifting his head up.

“What’s happening to him?” Aunt Praya whispered.

Wichapas knotted his eyebrows. He thought that if Build was already well rested, he might be back to his normal self. But he’s not.

“He was like this even before. I would take it from here. Can you make him something to eat?” Wichapas asked the woman.

Aunt Praya hesitated about the request. He looked at Build and then looked at Lord Wichapas before nodding a little. He trusts Wichapas when it comes to Build. He walked out of the room but never totally left until he threw another worried glance to Build.

Wichapas raised his hand, almost touching Build. But he halted midway. Wichapas took a deep breath before putting down his hand.

“Build? It’s me. I’m here with you.” He said with a soft voice.

Build’s sobs immediately stopped. He slowly raised his head. When their eyes met, Wichapas smiled at him. But instead of calming down, Build cried louder and jumped to hug him. He never expected the reaction so Wichapas stood still, arms hanging mid-air, trying his best not to touch Build. He heard him sobs and his body shakes, face buried on the side of his neck.

“Hold me. Hold me, please.” Build said, still not moving from the embrace.

Wichapas’ heart beats faster. Contemplating whether to do what he said or not. Build might be just dreaming. Or maybe he was still not in full consciousness and Wichapas doesn’t want to take advantage of it. Build’s arms tighten around Wichapas’ shoulders after uttering another plea.

Wichapas’ heart melted. He slowly moved his arm and wrapped it unto Build’s back. He stopped, trying to feel Build’s reaction, but the man started to breathe evenly. So he started drawing circles on his back using his thumb.

“I’m here. You’re safe now.”

They stayed like that until Wichapas saw the sunlight start to creep into the curtain. Build started to calm down. He slowly removed his arms around the other’s shoulder and sat on the mattress. He looked at his wrists and found the bruises. His gaze went down to his ankles and saw the mark that was left by the chains. Wichapas observed his reaction. His face is full of tears. The way Build looked at his bruised wrist and ankle created a pang of worry on Wichapas. What more if Build will see his face in the mirror? Wichapas can’t imagine how he would react if he saw the wounds and bruises on his face.

“Are you okay?” Wichapas asked, trying to start a conversation.

Build looked at him with teary eyes.

“Do you want to eat? Aunt Praya cooked something for you.” Wichapas raised both of his hands and cupped Build’s face causing him to raise his head. Wichapas brushed away the tears on his cheeks using his thumb. “Let me get you something to eat, okay? Will you be fine alone here for a moment?”

Build displayed hesitation but Wichapas was quick to assess his expression. “You need to drink your medicine. I’ll be quick. Wait for me, okay?”

Build nods despite the fear of being alone. Wichapas smiled at him before caressing his cheeks one last time and stood up. He quickly left the room and went to the kitchen. He walked as fast as he could. He found Ta on the table waiting for breakfast.

“Good morning, Hia. Look! Aunt Praya is here and she made us breakfast.” Ta pointed to the woman who places food on the table.

“You don’t have to do that, Auntie. The housemaids can do that.” Wichapas said.

“It’s fine. This is the least I can do to thank you.” the woman said with a tired smile.

“I told you it’s nothing. You have to take a rest too. He’s awake. I’ll prepare something for him.” Wichapas was about to go to the kitchen but Aunt Praya stopped him.

“Oh let me do that for you, Sir. Please wait here.” Aunt Praya immediately went to the kitchen.

“Who’s awake?” Ta asked, looking at his brother curiously.

Wichapas sat down on his designated chair. “P’Build is upstairs.”

Ta’s eyes perked up. “Really?!” He was about to get down the chair but Wichapas held his arms to stop him.

“You can’t see him right now. He needs to rest.”

“But why?” Ta was disappointed by what he heard.

Wichapas took a deep breath. “Something happened last night. And he needs some time to rest. I’ll let you see him once he’s feeling well.”

Ta slump back to his chair, feeling so much disappointed and worried. If his brother doesn't let him see P’Build, it must be really serious. Aunt Praya came holding a tray of food. Wichapas stood up.

“Can you call Tin so you can have breakfast together?” Wichapas asked his brother. The kid got off the chair and walked slowly, head down and pouting. The elder couldn’t help but mess up his little brother’s hair.

The three of them went up to the rooms but they heard a child crying in the hallway, coming from the right wing where the guest room is. They followed the sound and saw the guest room door open. Wichapas quickly stepped in and saw Tin sitting on Build’s lap while the elder was hugging him tight.

“What happened?” Wichapas went near them, Ta and Aunt Praya followed.

Build looked at him and gave him a small smile. “He entered the room and then cried after seeing me. I think I look really awful.”

Tin moved and buried his face on Build’s chest, still crying. Build looked at the people behind Wichapas. He gave a smile to Aunt Praya and Ta. Aunt Praya quickly placed down the tray on the center table near the sofa and rounded the bed. He hugged Build tight.

“Thank God you’re okay now.”

“I’m sorry for making you worry.” Build said.

“Of course, you should be. I told not to go alone.” She’s scolding Build but she’s hugging him so tight like she doesn’t want to let him go.

“I’m really sorry, Auntie.”

The scene was interrupted by a muffled voice. “I can’t breathe.”

Tin was caught in the middle of the two people. Aunt Praya quickly moved back. Tin immediately tilted his head, looking at his older brother.

“I’m sorry, young master.” She patted the kid’s head.

“Why are you crying?” Wichapas asked the kid, who remained seated on Build’s lap.

“I saw you get out of this room earlier. The door was ajar so I peeked in. Then I saw P’Build…” and then he trailed off and started to tear up again.

“Hey, don’t cry. I’m fine. I just don’t look…” Build was trying to find appropriate words to describe himself at the moment. “I’m not pretty right now.” He said after remembering the first time he saw the kids, they said he’s pretty.

Wichapas suppressed a smile.

Build looked at the other kid who remained standing on the other side of the bed, not moving an inch. Ta looked at him without blinking, an indescribable expression was written on his face.

“Hi?” Build smiled at the kid.

“Who did that to you?” Ta asked, icy. Just like Wichapas when he’s mad.

Build looked at Wichapas with a questioning look. This is the first time he saw Ta this way. He never imagined that the giddy and naughty kid could be this cold.

“You don’t have to worry. I am okay now. I just need to heal the wounds and the bruises.” Build gave the kid another smile, though he cannot smile as wide as before because of his swollen lips.

“You need to eat. You have to take the medicine.” Aunt Praya told Build before getting the tray and putting it down to the bed.

“You have to get off of him.” Wichapas tried to pull Tin away from Build but the kid buried his face to the man’s chest once again.

“Would you like to have breakfast with me?” Build asked Tin. The kid nodded without removing his face from his chest. Build looked at Ta. “How about you, your highness? Would you like to have breakfast with me?”

Ta blinked twice, still having the fierce look on his face. Slowly, he nods. Wichapas was amazed. Build has the power to melt everyone’s heart.

“I will get food for everyone.” Aunt Praya stepped out of the room.

Build beckoned Ta to go near him. The kid walked slowly and sat near his foot. He saw the circle of red marks on Build’s ankles. He frowned.

“I’m okay. No need to worry.” Build continues trying to console the kids.

“Have you seen yourself in the mirror? You don’t look okay.”

Build laughed. Of course, Ta and his unfiltered mouth.

They ate breakfast together. They spent the rest of the morning inside the room, keeping Build company. Wichapas tried to get rid of the kids so Build can rest but they were very stubborn. They never left the room, they didn’t even get off the bed. Just like breakfast, they ate lunch in the room too. Prem and Dao visited Build and asked for his condition. When Wichapas went to the room’s balcony to answer a call, Aunt Praya wanted to get some fresh fruits for them so the woman convinced the kids to help her. Gladly, the kids agreed. When they left, Wichapas went back inside the room.

“Where are they?” he asked, closing the glass door of the balcony.

“They went out to get some fruits.” Build answered.

“The doctor will be back at five. He’s going to check on you again.” Wichapas sat on the edge of the bed.

“You are a very busy person. I must be bothering you. I’m sorry.” Build looked down the sheets. He felt guilty for being a nuisance to this household. He’s not a part of this family but he was taking a lot of their time and space in this house.

“You should not think like that. You are never a bother to me…I mean to us.” Wichapas cleared his throat before fidgeting. “How are you feeling?”

Build looked up and smiled, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “Better, I guess. Do I look awful?”

Wichapas didn’t answer. He kept looking at the man in front of him intently. The bruises and wounds on his face give turmoil inside of him. But he never wants Build to know what he’s feeling inside so he just smiles.

“I knew it.” Build pouts.

Wichapas’ heart jumped. This is the first time he saw Build pout and he wants to see it again. And then he started questioning his feelings once more.

Why does he care so much for this person? Why does he feel like he needs to protect him at all cost? Why does he want to take revenge for him? Why is he hurt just by seeing him panic when Build thought he was alone? Why does Build’s bruises and wounds pain him as well? Why does he care?

He got out of his reveries when a pair of hands clapped in front of his face. “You’re spacing out. Are you tired? You can take a rest.”

Wichapas smiled and held Build’s wrist before guiding them down on the sheets. Wichapas looked at the faint bruises on his wrists and caressed them with his thumb softly. Build frowned. His heart suddenly felt like dancing inside his chest. He felt some butterfly inside his stomach. He clenched his jaw to suppress the feeling. Admittedly, he felt secure in Wichapas’s hold. He felt comfortable. He felt happy.

Build is feeling a lot better now. But sometimes, he’s spacing out so the kids are a big help in keeping him sane. Tin and Ta never left his side, talked to him and even napped with him. Wichapas was there too. He never left the room and he never rested. When the kids and Build were down for a nap, he got a chance to talk to Prem. He never wanted to leave the room so they settled in the balcony, glass door closed to prevent Build from hearing them just in case he woke up.

“Lord Sonchai is in the warehouse. What shall we do to him?” Prem asked.

Wichapas didn’t answer. He clenched his fist while roaming his eyes to the garden below.

“I know what you’re thinking. Sorry but you can not do that.” Wichapas looked at him, frowning. “Lord Arphus knows what happened too. If you kill Lord Sonchai, he will use it to taint your reputation and might cause a war between your family and his. It will also affect your plans for the throne.”

Wichapas held the railing tight. The anger inside him grew. His plan to take revenge for Build will affect his life and the plans he made.

“But if you think he’s worth everything, it’s up to you, Sir.” Prem once again said.

They were enveloped with a few minutes of silence before Wichapas spoke again. “Surrender him to the police. Tell them to keep him until his father comes back.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m not doing this because I’m protecting my reputation. I’m doing this because I respect his family. His father should be the one to decide for him.” Wichapas' eyes never left the garden. But the anger on his gaze keeps burning.

“No matter what your decision was, I know his family will be grateful.” Prem bowed to him before he left.

It was already six in the evening when the doctor left. Build is doing good now. He just needs more rest and to continue the medication for the pain. His body is still sore and the wounds and bruises still give him discomfort. But Build wanted some fresh air. Wichapas suggested just opening the balcony door but Build insisted for a walk in the garden. So here they are, walking in the garden, a little bit slower because Build is limping, while the kids are picking flowers.

“We should not stay here for long. You should be resting.” Wichapas said.

“I was resting the whole day. I need some stretching.” Build smiled at him. “Thank you for saving me.” Build looked up at the sky. “And for taking care of me."

“Sorry for bringing you here instead of your home. I was thinking you’re safer here since your father is not there.” Wichapas followed his gesture, looking at the sky.

“I felt safe here. Thank you.” Build looked at him, smiling widely.

Wichapas didn’t look back. He was afraid that when he does, he can’t control himself and say things that he shouldn’t say. At this moment, he was already sure of what he felt. With the help of the starry sky, the cold night breeze and the voice of the person beside him. He is now sure of what he wants.

They quickly looked at the right alley when they heard Prem clear his throat. “Sorry to interrupt but Khun Jakapan’s father just came.”

Build froze. His father is back. He quickly ran back inside the house, not minding all the pain on his body. The moment he entered the foyer, he saw his father standing at the front door.

“Dad!” he shouted and ran to him. His father opened his arms. Build crashed his body to his father and his arms wrapped unto him.

“I’m so sorry, son.” His father said.

Build can’t help but cry. All the worries and fear were washed away by his father’s warmth.

“Dad.” he managed to say between the sobs. His body began to shake.

His father’s hand ran up and down on his back, trying to console him. “I’m here now. I’m sorry.”

Wichapas went inside with the kids. He caught Build’s father's eyes. Build’s father moved his son’s body to create space between them. He bowed to him.

“Lord Wichapas. Words are not enough to express how grateful I am to you. I will forever be indebted to you. I will remember all of this for the rest of my life.”

Wichapas didn’t answer. He was partly guilty about getting the recognition when in the first place he was not the one who found Build. Lord Arphus did. But the credits he was getting were too much.

Build hugged his father once again, tears continued to fall.

“Let’s go home.” his father caressed his head. Build just nods.

There is a part of Wichapas who wants to tell them not to leave. He wants Build to be near him. He doesn’t want them to be apart again. But he is not in the position to do so. Even though he wanted to hold him once again, even though he wanted to feel him once again, he kept quiet. Build needs his family right now. He doesn’t own Build.

Build and his father were about to leave the house when Tin called him. He handed Build the flowers they picked, but this time there is no vine that ties them together.

“Please get well soon, Phi.” Tin said.

Build muttered a soft thank you before kissing the kids on the forehead. He looked at Wichapas. They held their gaze before Build spoke. “Thank you.”

𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦.

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It was a sunny afternoon when Lord Wichapas left the police station, the day after Build’s father arrived. After the questioning needed for the investigation, he was able to leave the premises. But he's not alone. Lord Arphus and him were called for a statement regarding the kidnapping. After several hours of questioning, they were allowed to leave. They stood side by side in front of the building, waiting for their cars to arrive. They never shared a conversation or even took glances from each other. When Lord Wichapas’ car halted in front of them, the owner stepped forward to get in but he halted when Lord Arphus spoke.

“I want him. I will get him.” Lord Arphus breathed deeply. “I am telling you this so you would know where to place yourself. He’ll be mine.”

Lord Wichapas didn’t answer. He clenched his fist tight to suppress the feeling of anger building up inside him.

–

Build woke up from his nap the same afternoon. His body is still sore but better than yesterday. He went out of the room aiming to go to the kitchen for a snack but he heard some voices from the living room. Curiosity wins, he stepped into the living room.

“There he is.” Aunt Praya said while smiling.

The guest stood up and faced him. He didn’t know the reason why, but he automatically smiled after seeing the man.

“Lord Wichapas.” he bowed, a smile never leaving his face.

“How are you feeling?” Lord Wichapas asked, with a calm face.

“Good. I just got up from a nap. Have you been here for a long time? Aunt Praya, you should’ve woke me up.” Build went near them.

“He doesn't want to wake you up.” Aunt Praya said.

“I’ll never stay longer anyways. I just came to give you these. You left your medicines last night.” Lord Wichapas handed him a paper bag.

“You don’t have to do this.” Build accepted the paper bag before handing it to Aunt Praya.

“I was about to bring that to you earlier this morning but the police called me for some questioning. Sorry, I came late.”

Build smile slowly faded. Guilt started to be evident on his face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to disturb you with all of this.”

“No, it's not like that.” Lord Wichapas tried to comfort him but he couldn't find the right words. He doesn’t mind being questioned multiple times if it will help the investigation for Build’s case.

“Why don’t you stay for a while, Lord Wichapas? I baked some cookies for Build. I want you to try them too.” Aunt Praya said.

“Yes. Uhmmm.. We don’t have a big garden like yours so we can’t have a walk but we do have a lanai. Would you like to sit with me while waiting for the cookies?” Build smiled once again, the one that Wichapas would really find hard to refuse.

They sat in the lanai, waiting for the cookies. There is a wide backyard covered with grass, a tree in the middle.

“This was once a garden. My mother’s garden. But when she passed away, the plants started to die as well.” Build started the conversation, looking outside with longing. “But, that tree stayed. We didn’t have the heart to cut it down when Dad decided to clean the garden. It’s my mom’s tree. She once said that we can make it a shelter whenever we want to play outside.”

“It’s beautiful.” Wichapas commented.

The tree stands big and proud in the middle, with lush leaves and a big trunk. It gives a great amount of shelter.

Aunt Praya came with a tray of cookies and tea for them. She also left a box of it for him to bring home to the kids. After setting everything on the table, the woman left with a smile. Build served Wichapas a cup of tea.

“I am really sorry for all the inconvenience I had caused you.” Build stated, pouring tea on his own cup, not looking at the man sitting in front of him.

“How many times do I have to tell you that it’s nothing. I forbid you from saying sorry to me from now on.” Wichapas said with a stern face.

Build rolled his eyes and then pouted. Wichapas was shocked with his reaction. Nobody dared to roll their eyes to him. But instead of getting mad about it, Wichapas chuckled.

“Why are you laughing?” Build asked, eyebrows knitted.

“Nothing. It’s just that, nobody has ever rolled their eyes at me before.”

Build is shocked. Rolling their eyes is counted as disrespect. “I didn’t.”

Wichapas laughed more. “Or maybe I was just imagining that you did.”

“Yes. Maybe you’re just imagining things.” Build sipped in his cup, eyes not leaving the face of the man. He was trying to know if he really offended him. But it seems like he didn’t. Lord Wichapas don’t look mad while drinking his tea. In fact, he’s sipping it with a grin on his face.

The afternoon was well spent. They ate all the cookies that Aunt Praya served them. They talked about a lot of silly and funny things, mostly it was Build sharing stories. Wichapas is so mesmerized with the sound of Build’s laugh. And it feels good as well for him because Wichapas never laughed like this for a very long time.

–

It has been hours since Wichapas left the house. Build was helping Aunt Praya in the kitchen in preparing dinner. His Dad will be home anytime soon. Aunt Praya tried to shoo him away and told him to take a rest but Build, being a stubborn man as he is, never left. They kept arguing until a voice from the door of the kitchen made them stop.

“Build.”

“P’Than!!”

Build quickly ran to the man and crushed their bodies. He hugged the man so tight and the man did as well.

“How are you?”

Build made space to look at his brother. His eyes started to form tears. He’s so happy to finally see his brother again after years. Though they talked over the phone, having physical contact with him was different.

“H-how…?” Build wasn’t able to finish what he was about to ask when their father entered, pushing Than’s suitcase.

“Dad called me. He asked me to go home after telling me what happened to you.” Than smiled at him. “Are you okay now?” He scanned his brother’s face, touching the wounds and bruises that are starting to fade. And then shifted his gaze to his brother’s wrist and ankles.

“I’m okay now. You don’t have to worry.” And Build hugged him again.

The dinner was full of stories. Than tried not to ask for more about the incident. He knows that Build will open it up once he’s ready. After dinner, they sat in the living room, Build, Than and their Dad.

“Are you staying for good?” Build asked his brother.

Than looked at his father before answering. “I’m still not sure.”

His father poured a glass of red wine before handing it to his older son. Build laid his palms to his father, waiting for his glass of wine.

“No. You’re still taking medicine.” His father said before pouring his own glass of wine.

Build looked at his brother, asking for backup.

“Sorry, it’s also a no.” Than said.

“You’re a doctor. You can see that I’m fine now. See?” Build stood up and placed his hands on his waist.

“You’re still taking medicine, as Dad said. So as a doctor, I say ‘no’ too.” He pulled Build’s wrist to sit down again.

Build let his body drop to the sofa, pouting and glaring at his brother. He’s always like this. He was the baby of the family so he was treated as such. But everything changed when their mom died. Their father changed so it’s just the two of them who pampered each other. And when Than left, all the responsibility as the heir of the family was shifted to Build. But Build never, even once, complained. He was happy that his brother could chase his dream of being a doctor. Even if it costs his own dreams.

“It’s good to see that you guys are back like how you used to when you were kids.” their father said. The two young men smiled at him. “I’m so sorry, to both of you. I’m sorry, Than, for being mad at you about your dreams. It was so insensitive of me. That’s not what a father should do when their son talks about their dream.”

“And I’m sorry, Dad, for not following your desires about my future.” Than said, looking at his father with guilt.

“No. No, you shouldn’t be. It’s your life, it’s your rule.” Their father shook his head. “And I’m sorry, Build, for putting the pressure on you. I was so wrong. I admit I’m not a good father.”

Build sighed. “I was not happy being deprived of freedom but I am happy to help you. At first I thought it was unfair. But I know, no one would help you doing the business so I should be there. As your son.” Build smiled at his father.

It is true. He never held any grudge against his father for depriving him the freedom he wanted. And as a son, he knows he has a responsibility for the family and he is willing to do that.

“It was actually my fault. I didn’t think of you before leaving. It was too late when I realized that my responsibilities might have been passed on to you. I was selfish.” Than sighed and held his brother’s hand.

Build can’t deny it. He once felt betrayed by his brother. He once felt angry with him for leaving him alone with the responsibilities. But when his brother started contacting him and he saw how happy he was in his new life, living his own dreams as a doctor, he felt happy too. He disregarded all the negative feelings and accepted all the responsibilities of the family.

“I am happy you were happy living your dreams, Phi.” Build said.

“But you had your dreams too.” Than said, squeezing his brother’s hand.

“Yes. But I am happy helping Dad with work.” Build smiled at his father once again.

“But I failed to protect you, son.” His father’s eyes flickered with the statement. The old man looked at his face, scanning his wounds, down to his wrist and to his ankles. “I shouldn’t have gone for too long.” He breathed deeply, putting down the glass of wine on the center table.

“Where were you, Dad? Exactly?” Than asked with full curiosity.

“I was on the island for business. But I decided to stay longer to give Build the freedom he deserved. He has been locked up in this house for too long, with my supervision, so I think without me, he’ll be free. I thought, without me by his side, it would make him breathe because I was suffocating him for years. I forgot about the dangers. It is my fault you experienced that. I’m sorry.” He looked at his youngest son with remorse.

“Dad, it is not your fault that Lord Sonchai is a crazy man.” Build tried consoling his father.

“I’m your father, I am supposed to be protecting you.”

“And you always did. Bad situations happen, Dad. Whether we like it or not, if it’s meant to happen, it will happen.” Build is starting to sound frustrated.

“Oi~” Than placed down the wine glass with a clank. “Stop arguing, you two. Are you always like this?” He crossed his arms on his chest, eyebrows furrowed. Both of them get quiet, looking at him.

“We actually rarely talk.” Their Dad said, a glimpse of sad eyes.

“Now that we’re good, this might happen frequently. So you have to be here to stop us. You’re coming back to us, right?” Build hugged his older brother.

Than stopped. His younger brother has always been clingy to him since they were kids. Even when he was far away, Build would always call him. He looked at his father, who was also looking at him as well.

“Phi, you’re staying, right? Build asked once again.

“Baby, I have to go back to the hospital.”

If Build’s magic power is to display puppy dog eyes and a pout whenever he wants something, Than used to call his brother ‘baby’ when consoling him and it always works. Build tightened his hug on his brother.

“You see, I have to spend the money Dad has been sending to my bank account all these years.” Than smiled at his Dad.

Build perked up. “Dad was sending you money?” Eyebrows raised to his Dad.

“Yes! Digits keep appearing on my bank account every month.” Than said, smiling widely.

“It’s…” Their father cleared his throat. “It’s systemized. Your mom and I decided before that when you finish college, a certain percentage of the business’ monthly income will go to both of you.”

“So, the money I was receiving every month is not salary for working for you? I thought they were my earnings. Phi, I was exploited by our own father.” Build huffed.

“Exploited, what? You’re eating and living in this house freely when you’re supposed to be living on your own at your age just like your brother.” Their father crossed his arm on his chest and raised an eyebrow, the habit that his older son got from him.

“Oi! I can’t even get out of the house. You forbid me, remember?” Build said with a sneaky grin on his face. “So you have to bear with me.”

Than massaged his temple while the two kept bickering. It feels like he has two younger brothers now. But it feels light seeing their family coming back to how it used to be. They were like this before their mom died. Happy and carefree.

–

It was a few days after the kidnapping incident. Build’s dad keep coming back and forth to the police station to keep track of his case. He was left at home with his brother, who took care of him and his wounds. The marks of the incident started to fade and the pains that he was feeling started to leave his body. All in all, he was doing okay. Today, a delivery was sent to their house. Phi Than was the one who received it but the beautiful human-sized flower bouquet was meant for Build. The man ran down the stairs when a housemaid told him that there was a package for him.

“Who is that from?” Build asked when he saw his brother standing in the front door with the big flower bouquet.

“I don’t know.” Than placed it down on the sofa.

Build went near. He grabbed the card and read it.

𝐾ℎ𝑢𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑛,

𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑.

𝑆𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛.

𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝐴𝑟𝑝ℎ𝑢𝑠

Build snorted. “It’s so big. Where will we place that?” He said, deadpan looking at the innocent bouquet lying on the sofa.

Than shifted his eye from Build to the flower and back to Build again. “It's beautiful. Don’t you like it?”

Build snorted again. He was about to say something when Aunt Praya came to them.

“Build, Khun Prem is here to see you.” The woman said before looking back to the front door where Prem is walking to them.

“Khun Jakapan, pleasure to see you.” He said and bowed a little.

“Hi, Prem. What brought you here?” Build asked with a wild smile.

“I am here to give this to you.” Prem handed him a familiar bouquet of flowers, tied messily with a vine.

Build immediately accepted the flowers and smelled them. The familiar smell of their garden. He laughed a little.

“The kids want to pay a visit but Lord Wichapas forbid them with the reason that you are resting. So, they asked me to deliver this to you.” Prem said.

“The twins are really sweet.” Build said, smelling the flowers once again.

Build put down the card he was holding earlier on top of the large bouquet on the sofa. Prem saw what was written on it and squinted his eyes.

“Actually, Lord Wichapas picked the flowers. And the kids tied it for you. Lord Wichapas knows you liked the fresh flowers from the garden.” Prem said.

Than raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat, making his presence noticeable.

“Oh!” Build looked at him. “Prem, this is my brother Thanachart. Phi Than, this is Prem, Lord Wichapas’ assistant.”

“Nice to meet you, Khun Thanachart.” Prem bowed to him.

Than smiled at him and slightly bowed his head as well.

“Before I forgot, here.” Prem handed Build a hand card. “I’ll take my leave now, Khun Jakapan.”

“Would you like to stay for tea?” Build asked.

“Sorry to decline, Khun, but Lord Wichapas has a busy schedule today.” Prem said before giving him a small bow. “It’s nice to see you getting better, Khun. Nice to meet you again, Khun Thanachart.” and with that, Prem left.

Build read what is written in the hand card. The message was written obviously by the kids, with the inconsistent strokes of the letters.

𝑇𝑜 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑃’𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑,

𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑤? 𝑊𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐻𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑤𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑑. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝑊𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛.

𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚.

𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒,

𝑇𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑖𝑛 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒔

Build can’t help but laugh with the cuteness. Though the last sentence was obviously just inserted due to congested space, different ink used and a better penmanship same with the last name written on the card. He smelled the flowers once again, smile not leaving his lips.

“Maybe he’s not that busy if he has time for picking flowers.” Than said, looking at the card that Build was holding.

Build smiled at him before running to the stairs with the small bunch of flowers and the card.

“How about this? What shall we do with this?” Than shouted to him while pointing the big bouquet on the sofa.

Build didn’t pay attention to him.

–

It was a sunny day and Aunt Praya is scheduled to go to the market today. And because the siblings are bored at home, they decided to go with her.

Mr. Puttha was chilling on the sofa with his tea while reading a book, waiting for them to be home when a housemaid went near him.

“Sir, Lord Arphus is here to see you.” she said before leaving.

Mr. Puttha closed the book, stood up and eyed the man who just entered the living room. “Lord Arphus.” He bowed. “It’s a pleasure to have you here. Please have a seat.”

They are both seated parallel to each other.

“I apologize for coming here without notice.” Lord Arphus started. “But, you see, I paid a visit here before but you are not at home so I was able to talk to your youngest son.” He relaxed himself to the backrest of the sofa before crossing his legs. “This visit is all about him.”

Mr. Puttha raised his eyebrow but quickly relaxed, intending not to be disrespectful to the lord. “I am sorry for not answering your invitations. I was so busy about the case, as you are aware of it.”

“Yes, of course. I understand. Now that we are on the topic, I want to go straight about my intentions. I am here to propose marriage to your youngest son.” Lord Arphus said without blinking.

Mr. Puttha did the same. He was looking at Lord Arphus without blinking. “It was a great honor to be chosen by someone like you, Lord Arphus. But I value my son’s insights and I always respect his decisions. We actually haven’t talked about any marriage.”

Lord Arphus huffed. “It’s funny. Because when your son and I had a conversation, he said that he was waiting for you to come back. Right then, he will ask you about the invitation.”

Mr. Puttha knitted his eyebrows. “Well, sorry to say but we haven’t talked about it. So, I couldn’t give you any answer right now.”

The housemaid came back with a tray of tea and placed it on the center table, in front of Lord Arphus. Her presence eased the growing tension inside the living room. But once she left again, the tightness of the air came back.

“It is really amazing. I haven’t met any family before who takes delay about the offers given by a Lord, especially a marriage proposal.” Lord Arphus sipped the tea.

Mr. Puttha started to get offended. “When it comes to things like marriage, I leave all the decisions to my children. It’s them who’ll get married after all.”

“But I believe you have a great influence on them, especially to Jakapan. So, I am telling you this proposal. I don’t want to say this but, I saved your son. I know you know.”

“I am aware of that. I would like to take this opportunity to personally say thank you for saving my son’s life.” The air became more tight and suffocating for Mr. Puttha. He wants to say things that could make him disrespectful but before he could open his mouth, the man spoke again.

“Leaving your debt of gratitude for me, since the competition for your son is tight, I am offering you two territories to expand your business, a private resort in the countryside and a sum of one hundred million baht in exchange for the marriage.” Lord Arphus picked up the cup once again and took a sip. “And if I got the throne, your son will be known as the royal consort. A major change in your lives, of course, when it comes to money and power.” He placed down the cup. “You don’t have to answer now. Remember my offer, talk to your son and give me the answer. As easy as that.” And then Lord Arphus smiled.

Mr. Puttha fidget on his seat, trying to control himself. He knows Lords are aggressive when it comes to marriage during the time of preparations for the throne, but he never thought that Lord Arphus would be this arrogant to him. He’s clearly buying his son. His precious son.

Lord Arphus stood up. “I hope to hear from you soon, Mr. Puttha.” and then he left.

On the side of the door, Lord Wichapas clenched his fist upon hearing everything. He felt a punch on his chest upon hearing Lord Arphus’s offers for marriage. Mixed feelings collided inside his heart and mind. The offer was generous, to be honest. The offers were plenty and hard to reject. He felt a sudden range of emotions. What will happen? Will the man accept the offer? And then he felt fear. Though he doesn’t know why he’s afraid, he’s terribly frightened.

Mr. Puttha didn’t bother to stand up and pay respect to leaving Lord Arphus. He was lost in a daze and a lot of things were running through his mind. His attention was caught when the same housemaid came to him, followed by another familiar person behind him. He stood up immediately.

“Lord Wichapas.” he bowed.

The housemaid cleaned up the teacup that Lord Arphus used before leaving.

“Please have a seat.” Mr. Puttha said.

Lord Wichapas sat in the same position where Lord Arphus sat before. Mr. Puttha’s head became lighter now that Lord Wichapas is the one he was facing. A more sensible man, he thought.

“This is a surprise, Lord Wichapas. What brings you here?”

“I am here to talk to you, Mr. Puttha.” Wichapas said, calm and sincere.

Mr. Puttha started to feel tight once again. Lords and their marriage problems, he thought.

“It is not my intention to hear your conversation earlier with Lord Arphus, I apologize for that. But I came here with the same objective.”

Mr. Puttha rested his body on the backrest of the sofa. “So, this is a marriage proposal as well?”

Lord Wichapas cleared his throat. “It is. For your youngest son. For Jakapan.”

The housemaid came back with two teacups. She placed the tea in front of Lord Wichapas before placing the other one on his master’s side of the table and got the cold teacup sitting there earlier. Then she left.

“I would like to propose marriage to your son. I am offering two of my territories in the central and two territories in the countryside. Aside from that I am offering one of my newly built rest houses plus two hundred million baht.”

The room was dead silent. Seems like the world stopped for both of them. The only thing moving inside the room was the smoke from the teacups. The two men looked at each other, no one likes to be defeated with the staring game. A look of disappointment from Mr. Puttha and a look of determination from Lord Wichapas.

“I thought you’re different.” a familiar voice gathered their attention.

The two men broke their gaze and glanced at the door. There is Build, standing by the door, glaring at him.

Chapter Text

The last words from Mr. Puttha lingers on Wichapas’ mind days after the conversation. He never ran after Build when he walked out of the house after hearing his offers. But Mr. Puttha said something that hit him really hard.

“𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠. 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐻𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝐴𝑟𝑝ℎ𝑢𝑠, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚.” 𝑀𝑟. 𝑃𝑢𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑦, 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑. “𝐼 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛’𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒. 𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦.”

Wichapas tapped the table so loud that Prem flinched from sitting at the sofa near Wichapas’ office table. They are currently inside his home office and Prem is currently reviewing some documents.

“Are you alright, Sir?” Prem asked, confused about the action of his master.

“I was so stupid jumping into that kind of action. I should’ve thought about it first.” Wichapas said, glaring at his innocent computer screen.

“Is this about what happened in Khun Jakapan’s house?” the assistant asked once again. He stood up and walked straight to the table.

Wichapas didn’t answer. Of course, Prem knows what happened because he was there. He witnessed how Khun Jakapan ran away without looking back and how Lord Wichapas walked out the living room after a few minutes, frowning and on the verge of lashing out.

“Would you like to hear my thoughts?” Prem said.

“Why would I? You’re partly at fault about what happened.” Wichapas glared at him.

Prem looked at his master with an offended face. “Sir, I only said that I saw a huge flower bouquet that Lord Arphus sent to Khun Jakapan that day. And the next thing I know is you want to go and pay a visit to their household. It is not my fault that you heard Lord Arphus and Mr. Puttha talking about marriage proposal and you acted impulsively.”

Wichapas inhaled. Prem is trying to save his life by stating all facts. Prem worked for him since they were in college. So aside from treating each other as master and assistant, they were very good friends. The only friend that Wichapas considers, actually.

“So, what are your thoughts?” Wichapas asked him.

“Well, the offers obviously didn’t work. Worst, you made Khun Jakapan mad. He expected a lot from you other than trying to ‘buy’ him for marriage.”

Wichapas clenched his fist. He kept telling himself that he never thought of buying Build. Never. But when he heard Lord Arphus drop the offers to Mr. Puttha, his mind wasn’t able to function well. He was afraid that the man would accept the offer because it was too generous to be rejected. The only thing that comes to his mind is to exceed the offer so the man would accept his offer instead of Lord Arphus'. And he was a fool for thinking that way.

“Maybe, we should start by assessing your feelings.” Prem continued.

Wichapas frowned at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean admitting that you like him would be a great first step in thinking on how to make him yours.”

Wichapas stopped. Does he like Build?

“Oh, come on!” Prem snapped. “Stop questioning your feelings. All the people around you know that you like him. I think he likes you too but the more you hold back your own feelings the more you make mistakes that could hurt you both.”

He looked away. The thought of Build liking him excites him a lot. But, he still has doubts- not on Build but on himself.

“Or maybe I am wrong.” Prem shrugged. “Maybe you’re just interested in challenging Lord Arphus because he is so clear about wanting Khun Jakapan as his partner.” Prem shrugged again. Making it a little exaggerated to irritate his master more.

“You’re talking too much. Get back to work.” Wichapas rolled his eyes and focused his attention on his computer.

Prem walked back to the sofa, with a satisfied grin on his face.

–

Build woke up with a gasp. He’s sweaty and teary eyed. The nightmares are back. The memories of the night he was kidnapped came back to him the same day he heard Lord Wichapas was talking to his father. The disappointment that he felt crushed everything inside him. He shouldn’t have expected anything, he thought. He’s still a Lord preparing to get the throne.

Build stood up and went to the bathroom. He refused to talk to anyone after what happened. Maybe because he was embarrassed enough to himself that he expected something from those acts towards him. He thought something was actually building up between him and Lord Wichapas. But it happened that it was just him, who’s building up feelings. Embarrassing, really.

After doing his morning routine, He went down for breakfast. His father went to work already so it's just him and his brother. After breakfast, Build decided to ask his brother to go out.

“Phi, I want to ride a horse today.” Build said, lying on his brother’s bed.

“We don’t have a horse.” Than answered, eyes not leaving the laptop screen.

They were settled in the older’s room, doing nothing, or Build at least. He was just lying on the bed while his brother was checking work emails from the hospital.

Build rolled, messing the bed. He knows that his brother doesn't like his bed messy. “Let's go to the riding club.”

Than fixed his eyeglasses that he usually wears when reading. “Will that make you feel better?”

Build stopped. His brother never talked to him about what happened. He never asked. Since they were young, his brother always gave him space, privacy and freedom. Build didn’t answer his question.

“Not because I didn’t ask, it means I didn’t know. You’ve been having nightmares, I know. You’re spacing out whenever you think I’m not around, I know that too.” Than stood up and sat at the end of the bed. “Build, you’re stressed and you have to voice it out. Stop keeping all your emotions to yourself. I will listen to you.”

Build rolled back but this time he grabbed the edge of the blanket. He rolled himself inside until he felt bumping in the headboard. He actually wants to voice it out but he was embarrassed by the fact that he almost fell in love, or maybe he already did, to a man who can’t reciprocate his feelings the same way. He heard a sigh from his brother.

“Alright, let’s go to the riding club.”

And that’s where they are right now. Build is wearing an all white riding outfit except the black riding boots. The white shirt, white riding jacket and white breeches are getting the attention of everyone in the arena. Outside the arena is a wide grass field where some people are walking with their horses. It’s not too sunny today, it’s a perfect time for an outdoor activity. Build is holding his helmet. Beside him is his brother, wearing a riding outfit as well. A man holding two horses went near them

“Wear your gloves.” the older said, handing him the black gloves. “Have you tried this before?”

Build nodded while putting on his gloves. “Yes. Dad made me learn to ride a horse before but I don’t ride often so I’ll go slow.” He said, now putting on his helmet.

They both ride the horses. They didn’t enter the arena because Build was afraid. There are other people racing in there and they are going really fast so Build decided to just have a slow walk in the field. Than started to speed up and Build followed him. They were so busy with their own world when a man riding a beautiful white horse went near them so they stopped.

“Hi.” the man said, smiling. He is blonde and pale skinned. Someone can clearly say that he is a foreigner.

They are still riding their horses and Build is trying to control his horse who’s moving so much that it makes him a little dizzy.

“Hi.” Build answered.

“Would you mind if I join you strolling around?” the man asked.

Build looked at his brother who gave him a smile. “Sure. What’s your name by the way?”

“I’m Natt. And you are?” The man asked back.

“I’m….”He trailed off. Thinking of whether to tell his name or his nickname. “Jakapan. And this is my brother, Than.”

“Pleasure to meet a beautiful man such as you are, Khun Jakapan. And you too, Khun Than.” the man named Natt said.

–

The people racing inside the arena finished the run. All the equestrians laughed at each other, it was a good race. They started to walk away with their horses. A man wearing a black leather jacket, black breeches and black boots went near the fence where a man with a tablet on hand was waiting for him. He removed his helmet before leaning his hand on the wooden fence.

“Sir, this must be a good day for you.” He frowned, confused about what his assistant was saying. “Khun Jakapan and his brother came when you were racing.”

Wichapas perked up. “Where is he?”

“On the other hand, this could be an unlucky day for you because Khun Jakapan is currently having a stroll with someone.” Prem’s eyes darted to three men, riding their horses, smiling and giggling to each other.

Wichapas’ jaw tightened. A sudden knot was formed on his stomach.

“But I think they are not acquainted or anything since the Puttha siblings came on their own earlier.” Prem continued. “Or maybe the man is interested in Khun Jakapan that’s why he made his way to them.”

Wichapas snapped a look at him. He is now fighting a battle with himself whether to punch the man or not and Prem’s babbling doesn’t help. He continued observing the figures until they stopped in front of the club staff members that were waiting for them. The foreigner jumped off his horse and handed it to someone. Then he rounded and helped Build get off his horse.

Wichapas clenched his fist.

–

Natt invited them for lunch at the clubhouse. So, here they are, eating their food while sharing stories. They learned that Natt’s mother is Canadian, which explains the difference in their physical features. He’s here for a vacation and visiting his Thai relatives.

A few tables away. A pair of eyes is glaring at them, food not being touched. Prem, sitting on his side, continued eating the steak he ordered earlier. But his master never touched his food. He followed his master’s gaze until it landed on the table where Build and his companions were happily having lunch.

“Sir, your constant glaring will affect no one if they are not aware of your existence.” Prem said.

“Shut up or I will make you swallow your food without chewing.” Wichapas answered, eyes not leaving the people he was glaring at.

Prem tried to hide the laugh. This is the first time he saw his boss behave like this. For him, it’s actually fun because he can freely joke around and tease him without being seriously scolded or punished.

–

After the lunch, which Natt insisted on paying for, they decided to take a walk around the club. Than excused himself to answer an important call so Build and Natt continued walking around. They shared another funny conversation, mostly Natt asking Build some questions about anything. Natt is a funny guy. He’s easy to be with and never made Build awkward at all. He’s a gentleman and a type of guy who keeps the conversation going.

A few meters away, Wichapas and Prem are following them. They made themselves invisible as much as they could. They couldn’t hear what the two are talking about but whenever Build laughs at whatever that guy was saying, Wichapas’ inner turmoil grows.

Wichapas squinted his eyes when Natt placed his palm on the other man’s back, switching their places because a horse would pass by.

Prem hummed before saying “Gentleman.” He earned a glare from Wichapas.

After a few seconds, they heard Build laugh.

“Hmmm.. He’s such a funny guy.” Prem said again.

Wichapas controlled himself. He tried not to strangle his assistant for making those comments.

They saw a staff member go near the two. He handed Natt a bottle of water. The man opened the bottle before handing it to Build, who accepted it with his dimpled smile.

“Caring.” Prem said again, eyes not leaving the two.

Wichapas closed his eyes, trying to calm himself.

“With all due respect, Sir, if we are going to stand here all day observing those two, we better go back to your office and continue reviewing for the examination.” Prem faced Wichapas.

“If you don’t keep your mouth shut, I will ask my horse to kick you in the face.” Wichapas faced him, face in fury.

“Sir, what I’m saying is, if you don’t make a move now, you’re making another mistake.” Prem said before opening his tablet, and started checking on something.

Wasting no time, Wichapas stepped quickly, going to Build.

–

Build slightly jumped when he heard a cough from their back. Both of them quickly saw a man, wearing a full black outfit. A jolt of anger surged inside him but he never let it show.

“Lord Wichapas.” Build said and then bowed. Confused, Natt copied his gestures.

But before they had any conversation, a staff member came to them. “Lord Wichapas, your next race is ready.” The staff member bowed and left.

“Are you joining the next race, Lord Wichapas? I joined the next race too.” Natt said, smiling wide. “Would you like to watch?” He asked Build.

Build glanced at Wichapas and squinted his eyes before looking back at Natt. “Yes, of course. You better win this race.”

“I think I need motivation. What will I get If I win?” Natt asked him.

“Isn’t it just a friendly race?” Build laughed.

“How about dinner with me tonight if I win?” And then Natt winked at him.

Build glanced at Wichapas without turning his head. “Go now, you silly!” He gently pushed Natt away.

Without saying anything, Wichapas turned his back, walked away and got ready for the race.

Few meters away, Prem can do nothing but palm his forehead while muttering “He didn’t even say a word.”

–

The race is about to start. Build found Prem and they stayed outside the fence near the starting point. There are six people who joined the race, including Lord Wichapas and Natt. Than came before the race started. It was a close fight. Natt and Wichapas were so close to each other and no one wanted to lose. Everybody thought it was a draw but the chief judge said Wichapas won the race by nearly two seconds. Natt walked to where Build was, scratching his head.

"That was so close. Did you see it?" Natt said, smiling.

"Yes." Build giggled. "You almost won."

"Almost. Tsk! I almost had dinner with you too." The man said, looking at him with disappointment.

Build wasn't able to answer him when Wichapas handed Prem his helmet. Everyone became quiet. Natt, sensing the awkwardness, spoke.

"Great race, Sir." He handed out his hand to Wichapas for a handshake.

Wichapas contemplated whether to accept the handshake or not. He looked at the man without facial expression and then turned to Build, who looked away upon seeing his action. In the end, Wichapas took the handshake, nodding at the man. Natt went back to talking to Build and his brother. Wichapas continue looking at them, muttering nothing but inside him, he's about to explode.

"Your horse is beautiful. Is that yours?" Build asked when a staff member brought the horse that Natt used in the race. It was the same horse he was using when they met in the field.

"Actually, this is my uncle's horse. I just borrowed him for today." The man answered, caressing the white horse. "Would you like a ride?"

Build perked up. "Will you allow me?"

"Of course. But in one condition." Natt smiled. "This horse tends to act up when someone he doesn't know rides him so I'm riding with you."

Build's smile slowly disappears. Wichapas straightened up and grabbed the fence tight. He clenched his jaw and there were voices in his head telling him to punch the man in the face. He is secretly praying for Build to decline the offer. But, seeing the reaction from Wichapas, Build grinned and nodded enthusiastically. Even his brother, Than, was shocked that Build agreed to the offer. Build's agreement fires up Wichapas more.

Build wore his helmet. Natt helped him get on the horse before riding on his back. When he felt a warm body behind, the memory came back to him. This is how it was when he and Wichapas first met. When Wichapas saved him from the knights. When he felt Wichapas smelling him from behind. Build shook his head, trying to wash away all those memories.

"Are you okay?" Natt asked from behind.

Build cleared his throat. "Y-yes. Let's go."

Wichapas wasn't able to control it anymore. When he saw how smooth Natt's arms slid unto Build's sides to grab the reins, he lost it. When he saw the horse started walking away riding Build and that foreigner, he snapped. He took off his leather jacket aggressively and threw it on the ground with full force. Prem's eyes widened when he saw the fury on his eyes. Wearing only his white tank top, Wichapas rode his own horse and commanded it to go to the same direction as the others. He went full speed.

"Sorry about that, Khun Thanachart. Lord Wichapas is not usually like that." Prem said, trying to regain his master's good image to the person beside him.

Than crossed his arms in front of his chest and took a deep breath. "No need to apologize. Let the kids realize what they are doing." He said, not leaving the gaze on the people on the field.

Another race was about to start. People started gathering in the starting line, getting ready.

Build was shocked when a horse passed by them, running at full speed. When it was meters away, the horse halted, turned around and faced them. There he saw Wichapas, leather jacket removed and only wearing a white tank top, glaring at them. He's at a fair distance. The way his shoulders moved up and down, Build knew the man was breathing heavily. What's wrong with him?

Everyone in the arena stopped when they saw them. Prem and Than can't help but worry. No one knows what was running into Wichapas' mind. All their eyes widened when Wichapas slightly pulled his horse's rein. The horse started to move towards Build in a slow pace.

"He's crazy. He'll attack us." Build said in panic.

He heard Natt let out a breathy laugh. "No, he'll never do that."

Wichapas' horse started to run, going near them.

"Hey! Aren't you going to dodge him or anything? Come on!" Build frantically tapped Natt's hand but the man never move an inch. He looked back at him only to see Natt's eyes darted to Wichapas, challenging him. "You're crazy too. We'll die, you now!?"

Build looked back again to Wichapas. The horse is now running fast, going straight to where they are. Wichapas' eyes never left them. He was glaring and clenching his jaw. Deciding from how fast Wichapas is running to them, he knows that impact will be bad. Build ready himself for another set of days on the bed. He just healed from his injury and it seems like he's going back to medications.

But when Wichapas was almost near them, the horse suddenly turned right aggressively and Wichapas fell down with a loud thud. Build let out a bloody scream, eyes widened and mouth gaped. His heart almost stopped beating and it felt like soul left his body when he saw Wichapas rolling on the ground multiple times.

Loud gasps were heard from the arena, except from Than. Prem was about to run to his master but Than held his elbow to stop him. "Let them be." He said, eyes still not leaving the people on the field.

Build pushed Natt using his back. Natt understands the action and goes down. He guided Build in going down as well. The moment Build's feet touched the ground, he ran as fast as he could to reach Wichapas. He removed his helmet and gloves and threw it away. The man was lying on the ground flatly, no sign of life.

"Hey! Wake up!" Build shook him. He tapped his shoulder multiple times.

"Can you hear me?! Hey!" He then lightly slapped his cheeks.

Build checked the man's body, there's no blood. No wounds are visible as well. Could it be.. his head? Did he hit his head? The horse was running very fast and he suddenly fell. He must've hit his head on the ground. The thought made Build more nervous. He felt his body get colder when he received no reaction from the man lying on the ground.

"Help! Please, help!" Build shouted loudly. He looked around seeing people just looking at them. "Help us!" He shouted once again. "Why are these stupid people just looking? He's dying." He whispered. He touched the man's chest, trying to find if there was a sign of a heartbeat. "I can't feel a heartbeat. Is he dead?" He continued talking to himself, panic never leaving his body.

Build stopped when he felt a warm hand grab his' and slid it to the other side of the man's chest. "The human heart is here. You should check here."

Build looked up to Wichapas' face. His eyes are still closed but he's smiling widely. Build knotted his eyebrows. Slowly, realization crept into him. He gritted his teeth before slapping the man's chest, full force causing the man to groan loudly.

"What are you doing!?" Build shouted.

Everyone in the arena kept on looking at them, waiting for whatever is going to happen next.

"You're alive?" Build asked, still annoyed.

Wichapas opened his eyes. He saw Build's worried face, eyebrows knitted, teeth gritting and pouting. Wichapas can't help but laugh after seeing the cuteness on the other's face. Build aggressively stood up and stomped his right foot.

"What's so funny, huh?!"

Wichapas didn't stop laughing. The people in the arena were able to finally breathe when they heard Wichapas' laugh. Prem can't help but palm his forehead for the second time this day. His master's antics really creeped him out today. Than, on the hand, smiled at the scene on the field before muttering to himself, "Finally."

Build lowered his body and slapped Wichapas' shoulder. "Are having fun, huh?!" The annoyance in Build's voice was so evident, so Wichapas tried to hold back his laughter but somehow failed. Build moved and kicked the man's calve in annoyance.

"Aaaaahhhh!" Wichapas shouted after feeling the tip of Build's boot on his clave.

The people in the arena were shocked. Who would've thought that they would see an elite's son kicking one of the Lords while it was lying on the ground? It was a very unusual scenario.

"Die! Go die if that's what you want!" Build shouted and kicked him once again. Wichapas is over reacting, he knows. His kicks were not even that hard. Build glared again to the man when he heard a sound of faked pain.

Natt went near them, standing next to Build. Once his existence was felt by Wichapas, the man immediately sat up and looked at him, removing the smile on his face.

"That was a great show, man." Nat said, grinning.

"What do you mean by that?" Build asked, eyebrow raised.

Natt can't help but laugh. "Don't you know? He's been following us since we met here earlier this morning."

Build looked down on sitting Wichapas. The latter looked down, avoiding the gaze.

"Do you really believe he'll attack us earlier?" Natt laughed. "You're riding with me, he's not going to hurt you. Though the case must be different if I'm riding the horse alone." He laughed again.

"So childish." Build whispered, eye not leaving Wichapas.

"Whatever that is going on between the two of you, I think you need to talk." Natt faced Build. "It was nice to meet you, Jakapan. It is sad that you are not available but when the time comes that you are, I hope to see you again." And he smiled sweetly to him.

They both looked down when they heard a loud groan. Seeing Wichapas looking up to them with an irritated face. "Chill, man." Natt offered his hand to help him get up. Wichapas hesitates at first but took the opportunity to grab the hand and squeeze it a little hard while standing, or maybe not a just little because Natt hissed and quickly pulled back his hand.

Build slapped Wichapas arms. "Stop being childish." He warned.

Wichapas clicked his tongue and put both of his hands on his pocket.

"It was nice meeting you too, Lord Wichapas. Though I know you're clearly annoyed at me." Natt bowed at him.

"I'm so sorry about this, Natt. And it was nice to meet you too. I had a great day." Build smiled at him.

"All for you." And then he winked.

Wichapas' hands were itchy again, he wanted to punch the man. He's been thinking about it since earlier.

"I better get going now. Bye." Natt bids his goodbye after seeing Wichapas glaring at him again.

Once Natt was far away riding his horse, Build looked at the man beside. Hands on his waist, he said, "Why don't try being an actor? Action scenes fit you really well."

Wichapas bit his lower lip to hold back his smile. Seeing the annoyed face of Build really makes him happy.

"Ugh! Get lost! You're annoying." Build walked away after seeing that Wichapas is about to laugh again.

"Hey, I'm sorry. Sorry I made you worry." Wichapas catched up to him. He motioned to one of the staff members to get his horse.

"Who's worried about you?" Build continues walking away, feet stomping.

"You. You're worried about me. You screamed on the top of your lungs earlier." Wichapas giggled, like how Tin was when he's being naughty.

"Just…" Build trailed off. He stopped and faced Wichapas once again. "Why did you even do that?! You scared the shit out of me!"

"Okay. Calm down. I'm sorry. I just didn't know how to talk to you. You're too busy with that man."

"Why do you even want to talk to me? I already heard everything. I know what you want now. No need to play nice." Build started to feel bad once again. His body started to shake. Remembering that this man in front of him doesn't like him the way he does. "You're in the middle of the preparation for the throne. And you wanted to be qualified, I got that. I understand everything now. It's my fault for expecting better than that." Build felt his tears start to build up so he bit his lower lip to control them.

"No. No, it's not like that." Wichapas took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm sorry you felt that way. I accidentally heard Lord Arphus offer marriage. He offered a good deal to your father and I fear that he would take it. So I offered higher than he did. That's what you heard."

Build is confused. "Fear? Fear of what?"

Wichapas moved. He grabbed Build's hand and squeezed it. "I fear that your father would accept the offer and marry you to him. I…" he stopped, looking at Build's eyes. There are words he wanted to say but he kept holding back.

"What is it?" Build wanted to know what's on his mind.

"You see, the kids like you and they always want to see you."

Build squinted his eyes, not believing that it's what he wanted to say. "Say it."

Wichapas stopped, heart beating so fast that he's almost not breathing. "Build…"

"Say it or I'll leave."

"Please, don't."

"Then say it."

Wichapas closed his eyes. "I...I'm not sure if you want it…"

Build rolled his eyes. He swatted his hand and started to walk away.

"Build, please." Wichapas pleaded. "Build."

Build didn't look back. He didn't stop walking away.

"Fine. I'll say it." Wichapas said.

Build halted but he didn't look back. He heard Wichapas clear his throat.

"I…" Wichapas frustratedly ran his hands into his hair. "I don't want to jump into anything so fast. I'll follow the steps."

Build knotted his eyebrows. What is he saying? What is he up to again?

"Build, would you give me a chance to prove what I feel for you?"

Build's breath hitched. And then he smiled. That's not what he wanted to hear but he thinks it's fine. Maybe he just doesn't know how to say it directly. He shook his head before turning back. They were a few steps away but he could see the worry in Wichapas' eyes.

"Okay." He said, wanting to pretend nonchalant.

The tension Wichapas' feeling started to ease. He couldn't help but smile when he saw how Build suppressed his own smile. His dimples are showing from both of his cheeks but his lips are completely sealed.

Chapter Text

Build is sitting in the lanai, thinking about the things that have happened. Since the day he met Lord Wichapas, his life changed for both good and bad. Good because he was able to meet his brothers thoroughly but the bad things that had happened can’t be neglected. He’s not blaming Lord Wichapas, of course. He was just amazed how “exciting” his life had been in the past few weeks. He was able to experience a lot and feel a lot. Somehow, he could say, his life is much more colorful than before.

He got out of his reverie when he heard a notification sound from his cellphone. He picked it up from the table. He opened a message from an unknown number greeting him with a simple “Good morning.” Build creased his eyebrows. He didn't know who the sender was. Build doesn't reply to messages from unknown people. He was about to put down the phone when another notification came. It was from the same unknown number.

𝐼 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑚. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑.

Build can’t help but smile after realizing it was Lord Wichapas. He quickly typed on his cellphone for a reply.

𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑒.

It was almost two minutes before he received a reply.

𝑁𝑜. 𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡.

Build laughed. He can imagine the stressed face of Lord Wichapas. He knows the man has been very careful about money and influences when it comes to him. He knows better than to disappoint him again.

“That’s Lord Wichapas for sure.”

Build looked up immediately after hearing his brother’s voice. Than sat down beside him, putting the tea cup on the table. Build raised an eyebrow to his brother, questioning his statement.

“What? I am so sure that’s him. You never smiled like that before. You even let him call you the nickname that only the family calls you. You really like him, don’t you?”

It was a lot to take in but that’s Thanachart Puttha right there. He was the most straight forward person Build had ever known. If his brother likes something, he’ll go for it no matter what. But if he doesn't, you’ll never make him say yes at all. There is one thing that Build adores his brother a lot. Than thinks a lot before he decides. He always takes everything into consideration before making a decision. And by admitting that he forgot about Build when he made a decision of pursuing his dreams means he never neglected Build at all. He was wrong about leaving his brother but Build doesn’t mind at all. Build wants what’s the best for his brother. And besides, he learned to love the life he had after his brother left. To be honest, he was thinking that maybe this is the life he has to live after all.

Build smiled and glanced at his cellphone, staring at the message sent by the man on the other line. “What do you think about this, Phi? Do you think this is right?”

“I can't say anything about that. It’s about you and him. Both of you should figure it out.” Than sipped from his tea cup.

“But….” Build placed down the cellphone before looking at the big tree in the middle of the backyard.

“Of course you will have doubts. He’s a Lord after all. Rushing relationships and marriage is a common mindset for everybody when it comes to the Lords and accepting marriages is a common deed for elites. It was a tradition.”

Build smiled a little. His brother knows his worries very well.

“But not all bindings are made just to comply with requirements. Some may be blinded by the necessity of the royal position but end up caring for each other in the end. And some have genuine feelings to start with. The achievements that follow happen to be just lagniappe.”

Build sighed, a deep one. “I want to have a simple life. Like what we had when Mom was still alive.”

“Me too. Those were the happiest days of my life.” Than looked at the same tree Build is looking at.

“What should I do, Phi?”

Build is worried about the different paths he and Wichapas want. The man wanted to be a king and he knows that the position comes with a big responsibility, not just for him but for the whole family. On the other hand, he wants a simple and quiet life. A life that he has been missing. And if the thing between them and Wichapas works, their visions would be different.

“If Mom is here, she would say ‘𝑑𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦’.” Than smiled at his younger brother.

Build smiled back, remembering how their mom taught them how to be happy when they were just kids. Their parents usually bring them to a picnic on weekends in their yard. Suddenly, Build had a bright idea.

“Phi, do you want to meet Ta and Tin?”

“Lord Wichapas’ younger brothers?”

“Yes. You’ll love them. They remind me of us when we were kids. Ta is silly and Tin is a little shy.” Build’s eyes were shining.

“Really? Do you remember how silly you were when we were kids?” Than teased his brother.

“Hey! Mom said I was just energetic and all. You’re too calm about everything, that's why all the attention was always on me.”

Than laughed. “Okay, I want to meet them.”

Build perks. He suddenly started planning the picnic. At the end, he decided to pay a visit to the Lord’s household to personally invite the kids for a picnic.

–

Everyday, Build receives a ‘good morning’ message from Wichapas. The man is consistent. By consistency, I mean every single day the first message that Build would receive is just a ‘good morning’, nothing more nothing less. Build would answer him with a ‘good morning too’ then after that Wichapas won’t reply anymore. Most of the time it annoys Build but as time goes by he is already fine with it. He was reasoning himself that maybe the man is too busy to have a chitchat. He’s a busy person after all.

It was late afternoon when Build and Than visited the household. The guards allowed him to enter the house immediately upon seeing him. The black sedan stopped in the driveway and one of the housemaids welcomed them. The woman, who might be in her mid-twenties, bowed to them and greeted a good afternoon.

After greeting her back, Build asked if anybody is home at the moment.

“The young masters are upstairs and Lord Wichapas is currently in the garden talking to a business partner.”

Build nods, feeling a little skeptical. He tried to glance at the door that he was so familiar with, the door going to the garden.

“Should I call the kids for you, Khun?” the housemaid asked.

“Yes, please. Thank you.”

“You can stay in the living room while I call them. I’ll have someone to serve you some tea while waiting.”

“We will be in the garden. I would like to see the flowers.”

The woman smiled at him, acknowledging the fact that he loved the garden. She excused herself and left. Build walked to the garden while Than silently followed him.

“Phi, this is their garden. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Just like Mom’s garden before.” Build keeps on talking but his eyes continue to roam around, as if looking for something or, maybe, someone.

Than looked at his brother suspiciously and suppressed a laugh after realizing what his brother was doing. They kept walking on the path. They reached the fountain and from there, they could see a small gazebo on the far end of the garden. It was near enough to see who was in there and what they were doing but too far to hear what they were talking about. Build tried to hide himself on the fountain while secretly observing the people inside the gazebo.

“What are you doing?” Than asked.

“Sssshhh! Stay quiet, Phi. Just looked around. The flowers here are beautiful.” Build never leaves his eyes on the gazebo. He squinted his eyes to see who was there and what they were doing. Than peaked as well.

Build saw Wichapas, seated on one of the sofas. Prem was standing near the entrance of the gazebo. And there is a woman, wearing a white dress, seated beside the sofa where Wichapas was seated. Wichapas picked up a paper from the table in front of them and started talking. The woman covered her mouth and it seemed like he was laughing. Build squinted his eyes once again.

“What are they talking about?” He whispered.

“Probably business. The housemaid said she’s a business partner.” Than sat on the edge of the fountain, giving up on his brother’s antics.

“What's so funny about business that makes that woman laugh like that.” There’s a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“You’re too far to hear. And the water from this fountain is noisy too. Your efforts will be in vain.” Than laughed. Build refused to mind whatever he said.

The woman started to talk but Wichapas continued scanning the paper in his hand. Then, the woman leaned onto him to see the paper and pointed out something. There is something inside him that says he needs to step in and make himself noticeable but he fought it. He wanted to see more. Then the woman touched Wichapas’ arm while talking about something again. It was just a quick gesture but the fire inside Build started to get stronger. Than was silently observing his brother.

“Phiiiiiii!!!”

Build quickly stepped back to hide himself from the view of the gazebo but the attention of the people in there was on them already. Build saw the kids running to him with wide smiles followed by Dao and the housemaid who welcomed them, holding a tray of tea and cookies. He staggered a bit when the kids slapped their bodies on his both thighs and gave him a hug. Build is a little panicked. He glanced back in the gazebo and saw Wichapas and the others going to where they are. Wichapas helped the woman go down a few steps of the stairs because her white dress was too long.

𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠? 𝐼𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔?

“Phi, did you miss us?” Tin asked, not letting go of his leg.

Build’s attention went back to the kids. “Of course, I do. Did you miss me too?”

“Yes!” they answered.

“I want you to meet someone.” Build looked at his brother who’s sitting and smiling at them. “This is my brother, P’Than.”

The kids let go of his thighs and clasp their hands in front of their chest. They greeted Than and the latter patted their heads.

“Nice to meet you, young masters.”

Build was about to talk again when they heard people near them.

“I will tell my father about your insights regarding the project. Thank you for accommodating me today, Lord Wichapas.” The woman smiled at Wichapas.

“Tell him to give me a call first if there is an emergency. I don’t usually accept business meetings at home.” Wichapas stopped exactly where Build and the others are.

“I’m sorry for coming without notice.” The woman suddenly felt embarrassed. He suddenly felt uncomfortable being called out in front of other people.

“I would appreciate it if this won’t happen again.” Wichapas handed Prem the papers he was holding.

“Hia, Phi is here. Look! Look!” Tin jumped up and down with excitement.

Wichapas looked at him and smiled. Build and Than bowed to him.

The woman creased his eyebrows when he realized that Wichapas smiled at them, to Build specifically, but he never did to her even though they were talking for almost an hour.

Build looked at the woman. She has fair skin and rosy cheeks. His long black hair shines beautifully through the sun rays. Her long lashes almost touch her cheeks whenever she blinks. She’s an elite, Build is sure about it.

“I didn’t know you have brothers. Are they twins?” The woman asked Wichapas, touching the man’s arm once again but this time it was not just a short gesture. Her hand held Wichapas’ arm.

Build had to simply inhale. Wichapas doesn’t seem to mind the action of the woman towards him. He looks so fine about it and that made Build become more uneasy. He started glaring at Wichapas but the man was not looking at him.

“We’re done here so you can leave now.” Wichapas said before nodding to Prem.

“Khun, please guide Khun Fah on her way out.” Prem told the housemaid.

The housemaid handed the tray to Dao and asked the woman to follow her. The woman wanted to protest. In defeat, she let go of Wichapas’ arm and followed the housemaid out.

Wichapas faced his other visitors.

“I’m sorry if we came without notice too.” Build’s voice sounded irritated.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind.” Wichapas answered.

Than raised his eyebrows trying to hide a mocking grin. He just called out the woman named Fah for coming without notice but said it was fine to Build.

Prem cleared his throat then whispered. “Double standard, I see.”

Dao giggled. “He never did that before.”

Build rolled his eyes and that maid Wichapas raised his eyebrow in confusion. Build looks mad.

“Anyway,” Build looked at the kids. “The reason why we are here is because P’Than and I want to invite you for a picnic tomorrow.”

The kids squeaked in excitement.

“I want that! Can we come, Hia?” Ta asked his older brother.

“Please, Hia?” Tin clasped his hands, pleading to his brother.

“Where would this picnic be?” Wichapas asked Build but then man didn’t pay attention to him.

So, Than answered. “Build wants to have a picnic in our backyard. It’s safe since we’re just basically at home.”

Wichapas keeps eyeing Build, analyzing his weird behavior.

“Hia, say yes please. We want to go.” Tin said, revealing his ultimate persuading technique, puppy dog eyes and pouting.

“If you’re in doubt, you can come too. Tomorrow is the weekend. You don’t have to work on weekends.” Ta tried to pursue his brother.

Build looked up at Wichapas. Expression a little confusing for the man. He tried communicating with Build through stares but the latter looked away, rolling his eyes once again.

“Okay, you can go.” Wichapas told the kids.

–

It was a busy Saturday morning for the Puttha household. Everyone is busy getting ready for the picnic. Than is so amazed by how hands-on Build was in the preparation. The kids will come at around ten in the morning as informed by Prem. Build asked Aunt Praya to cook foods, ready snacks and bake pastries for them. The kids surely love food and so do Build. He has a picnic basket, picnic blanket and other stuff. The kitchen is so busy and Build is checking if everything is ready. Than remained seated at the kitchen counter, sipping his orange juice, observing his brother.

“Khun, they have arrived.” a housemaid entered the kitchen.

Build perked up. He put down the knife he was holding and the vegetables he was peeling. He washed his hands and then wiped it before running to the front door. Than followed. They saw the kids standing in the front door. But Build suddenly stopped. Lord Wichapas was behind them holding a picnic basket, smiling at him.

“Hi, Phi!” Tin ran to hug him. Build crouched down to accept the hug.

Ta went near them. “Phi, let’s go.” he said. The kids were so excited for the picnic that Build forgot to greet Wichapas or even bow to him. They went to the kitchen to grab the basket and the blanket. Than bowed to Wichapas and the latter nodded at him.

When Build and the kids were back they all went to the backyard. The kids became more excited after seeing the wide grassy field with a lone tree in the middle. The sun was bright today and the shade of the tree was perfect. The kids started running to the field after throwing their small backpacks on the blanket that Build had laid out under the tree. Build and Than started to unpack what’s inside the basket. Wichapas sat down beside Build and offered the basket he was holding.

“You didn’t have to bring anything, Lord Wichapas.” Than said while receiving the basket.

“It would be a shame to appear empty handed.” Wichapas answered but he glanced at Build who was busy unpacking.

After a few minutes, when they were finished setting up the blanket, the kids went back to them.

“I have gifts for you.” Build said. He stood up and went behind the tree. He came back with two medium-sized colorful kites.

“Kites!” Tin screamed.

“When we were kids, we always played with kites whenever we had picnics. My dad once taught me how to make one but I can’t remember how so I just bought two from the market. Do you like it?” Build handed them the kites.

“It’s so beautiful.” Tin examined his kite.

“I don’t know how to play this one.” Ta said.

“I’ll teach you how. Come on.” Than stood up. The kids followed him and they started to play. Than was teaching the kids how to make the kites fly.

Build and Wichapas stared at them with smiles on their faces. After some time, Wichapas looked at the man beside him.

“What?” Build asked, raising his eyebrow.

“Why are you mad at me? Did I do anything?” Wichapas asked, positioning himself to face Build better.

“Why are you here? I thought Prem will drop the kids here today?” Build looked away and started pouring orange juice in a glass.

“I sent him to a meeting on my behalf. I want to join this picnic. So, tell me what’s wrong.”

Build handed him the orange juice. He was about to speak when Wichapas’ phone rang. The man wasn’t able to accept the juice and fetched his cellphone from his pocket. With their close sitting distance, Build was able to see what was written on his screen.

𝐾ℎ𝑢𝑛 𝐹𝑎ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔…

Wichapas stood up after excusing himself. He walked a little bit far from Build before answering the call. Build held the glass tight and clenched his jaw while glaring at the man. In one go, he drank the whole glass of orange juice. He wiped his mouth aggressively, glare not leaving the man who’s busy on his phone.

Honestly, he’s happy Wichapas showed up today instead of Prem. But if he’s acting like this all the time, he better not show up at all.

Wichapas dropped the call and walked back to him. He’s a little sweaty and started fanning himself.

“Where’s my juice?” he asked Build.

“Get your own. You have hands so use it.” Build moved and started peeling the fruits.

Wichapas was dumbfounded. Until now, he was clueless of the reason why Build was mad at him.

After peeling the fruits, the Build called the kids and his brother. He offered the fruits to them. He placed sliced apples and grapes on the kids plate before offering it to them. The kids happily sat down on the blanket. Build offered a glass of orange juice to his brother. Wichapas was waiting for whatever Build would give him but nothing was offered to him. Than secretly laughed seeing the disappointed look from the lord.

“Look, it’s a bunny.” Ta told his brother. He arranged the fruits on his plate to form a figure of a bunny.

“I have that one in my coloring book too.” Tin stood up and grabbed his backpack. He pulled out his coloring book and flipped the pages until he saw the bunny with messy colors.

“That looks awful. This bunny is better.” Ta started to tease his brother.

Tin pouted. He glared at his brother before grabbing a grape on his brother’s plate and eating it.

“Hey!” Ta shouted.

“That’s a one-eyed bunny now.” Tin laughed.

Ta started to glare at his brother now.

“Okay, stop.” Wichapas poured orange juice for the kids.

After some time, Than excused himself. He said that he has a virtual meeting for the hospital. The four of them remained in the backyard. They already had lunch and the kids were forbidden to fly the kite for a while because the sun was too bright. Ta settled on drawing his kite with silly faces. Build changed his clothes earlier because he was sweaty and Build was doing it now to Tin. Wichapas sat beside Ta and watched him.

“Hia said we will go to school again soon.” Tin said while Build is helping him on changing his shirt.

“Really? Do you love going to school?” Build asked.

“Yes. It was just two hours so we can go home early and play.” Ta answered, not looking up.

“You have to stay four hours in kindergarten.” Wichapas said. “And you’ll have more classmates this time.”

Tin pouted. “Too many is too noisy.”

Build ruffled the kids head before guiding him to sit on his lap. “You’ve been to daycare. There are many kids too.”

“No. We are only ten in daycare.” Tin cutely showed his ten hand fingers to Build. Build creased his eyebrows.

“Hia enrolled us in a private daycare center.” Ta answered, eyes still focused on drawing his kite.

Build looked at Wichapas with questioning eyes but the man looked away. Build is aware that Wichapas doesn’t like his brother to be associated with the public.

“Phi, will you and Hia send us to our first day of kindergarten?” Tin asked, tilting his head to look at him.

“Yes, that would be fun. So Tin won’t be afraid of going to kindergarten.” Ta said, sitting up.

“Why are you afraid?” Build asked Tin.

“Because there would be many people there.” Tin pouted.

Build kissed Ta’s forehead. “You will make so many friends there. And Ta will be there with you. Don’t be afraid.”

“Yes. And when Hia and Phi have their own children, there will be a lot of kids around us.”

Build and Wichapas halted. Eyes wide, they looked at Ta. Build felt how his blood left his face.

“Really? I want a baby in the house too. I want to feed them from the milk bottle.” Tin clapped his hands.

Build lips froze. What are they talking about? Where does this idea come from? Wichapas looked at him, shock also evident on his face. Build glared at him.

“But they have to get married first before making babies, you know.” Ta shrugged.

“Will you get married soon?” Tin asked the adults, eyes shifting from one to another.

“Can you smell that?” Ta suddenly said while sniffing the air. Tin did the same.

“Cookies!” Tin shouted.

“Aunt Praya is making cookies. Let’s go!” The kids abruptly stood up and ran inside the house.

Both of them stayed quiet. Build can feel his heart is about to burst. What is this? Why does the thought excite him a lot? Marriage and kids? Silly, how can he think of getting married to Wichapas when they are not even a thing.

“Don’t mind them.” Wichapas cleared his throat.

Build glared at him again. “Of course, how can I mind thinking of marriage and having kids? There’s nothing between us.”

“Build.” Wichapas said with a warning tone.

“What?” Build rolled his eyes. “You can’t even say it.” Build started to clean up the coloring materials that the kids were using earlier.

“Why are you mad actually? You didn’t even reply to my message this morning.” Wichapas crossed his legs and faced Build.

“That’s one more thing, you’ll send a ‘good morning’ message to me then when I message you back you never initiate another topic for a conversation.” Build set the kites out of the blanket.

Wichapas frowned. “Because I don’t want to bother you that much.”

“No. You should ask me sweet things like ‘did you sleep well?’ or ‘did you have breakfast already?’ That’s how it was supposed to be. I alway wake up from my nightmares. I want someone to comfort me.” He started picking up the markers and putting them in the bag.

Wichapas' stomach dropped. “Do you still have nightmares?” Build looks fine but he was still suffering from the incident.

“Nevermind.”

Wichapas clenched his jaw. Thinking about how to ease the situation.

“There is something more to this. Why are you mad, really? Tell me.” Wichapas asked him, seriously.

“Go ask that Fah.” Build mumbled before closing the kid’s backpack. He was about to stand up when Wichapas held his wrist.

“Fah? What does Fah have to do with this?” Wichapas tilted his head. “Look, I didn’t do anything…” Before he could finish, Build burst out.

“That’s the problem. You didn’t do anything. It was so obvious that she was hitting on you. The way she laughs timidly, the way she blushes when you're talking and she even touches you several times but you didn’t do anything.”

Wichapas stopped. He had to take in all this information. He observed Build’s facial features. The creased eyebrow and the rolling of his eyes made his heart flutter. He is wondering how that cute little pout would taste. The foreign feeling he was holding back since earlier won. He pulled Build closer. Build made a short squeaky noise.

“You're jealous.” Wichapas said, grinning.

“Jealous?” Build raises his eyebrow.

“Yes. You’re jealous.” Wichapas pulled him again. Now, their faces are a few inches away, nose almost touching.

“Yes, I am. What would you do about that?” Build’s continue to challenge the man.

Wichapas looked at his eyes straight as if he was looking through his soul. The feeling suddenly became overwhelming. He felt chills on his bones. The action he was thinking to do makes his heart beat even faster. He can feel Build’s breath on his face. His grip on the other’s wrist became tighter.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked.

“Say it.” Build whispered.

Build was waiting to hear it. They held each other’s gaze for long, no one wanted to let go. Build looked at him with anticipation while Wichapas looked at him with adoration. Build held his breath, he was nervous enough to think about anything. Wichapas parted his lips to breathe properly. The rapid pumping of his heart causes him to breathe shorter, or maybe he is nervous as well.

“Will you kiss now? The cookies are heavy.”

They flinched before pulling away from each other. They both looked at kids, who’s standing outside the blanket. Ta is holding a tray of freshly baked cookies while Tin is covering his eyes with both of his hands.

Wichapas cleared his throat before helping the kid with the tray. Build’s face was flushed, looking down on the blanket.

-

It was early in the morning when the Puttha household had visitors. Two policemen came to their home and broke the news that shocked them.

“Lord Sonchai was found dead in his cell this morning.” the officer said.

Build was shocked. The investigation is not yet finished. They just gave their statements a few days ago and everything is still in process.

“What happened?” Than asked.

“We are still investigating the case thoroughly but the initial examination says he was poisoned.”

Poisoned. He was killed. But by who?

“How is that supposed to happen? He’s in your care.” Than can’t help but ask.

How can a prisoner get killed while under the custody of the authorities? He was supposed to get investigated, hold a court hearing and be in jail complying with his verdict.

“As I said, we are still investigating. But rest assured Khun Jakapan’s case is still not closed.” After that, the police officers bid their goodbye.

Build is in deep thought. There is only one thing on his mind. The person that killed Lord Sonchai is a powerful man. He was able to get a hand on him even though he was under the police’s custody. He must be someone influential enough to do such a move. Build looked at his father, who’s staring in the air with creased eyebrows and hands balled in a fist. Anger evident on his face.

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Lord Sonchai’s death news scattered fast outside the mansions. It has been the talk of the streets for several days already and most of them can not believe what happened. Upon knowing the death, the news of Build being kidnapped and almost raped had been digged. But no one dared to associate Lord Arphus’ and Lord Wichapas’ names with the incident. The commoners know better. If they got into the Lords’ bad side, it would affect their daily lives for sure. But it was different in Build's situation. The commoners and some elites accused him of seducing Lord Sonchai. Most of them are pointing fingers to Build.

People said Build killed Lord Sonchai.

Build is not aware of this so when Aunt Praya said he is going to buy some baking goods in the market, he tagged along. Since his brother has to urgently go back to the hospital he was working at, Build has no one to annoy now. Aunt Praya is off to pick up the goods but Build decides to stop by a shop on the side of the pavement. Build was choosing from the handmade bracelets but the shop owner doesn’t care. Build creased his eyebrows. Normally, shop owners greet their customers and they would offer assistance. But instead, he received glares and rolling eyes. Build had a weird feeling so he decided to leave. He was about to step away when he heard a voice of a woman coming from his back.

“I never expected someone from an elite family could still face the crowd with confidence after killing someone.” followed by whispers that are intended to be heard.

Build halted. He didn’t see who the woman was but he is sure it’s about him. He turned around to see the woman.

Fah.

The girl in Lord Wichapas’ garden last time, the business partner. But Build is more than sure that she doesn’t want to be just a business partner. Build's eyebrows raised.

“Now, I won’t ever think of the reason why you were at Lord Wichapas’ house the other day. You have quite an ambition, I see.” Fah crossed his arms around his chest. She’s again wearing a fancy long dress.

Is this how she normally dresses? Build asked himself.

“I don’t understand what you are saying, Khun. Can you please enlighten me?” Build asked.

Fah stepped forward to him. “You killed Lord Sonchai, didn't you?”

Build’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

People started to gather around them, trying to hear and watch the commotion.

“You even made a story that he kidnapped and tried to rape you. Why? Is it because he didn’t agree to be your husband for the throne?” She smirked.

Build eyebrows creased. “W-What?”

Fah faked a laugh. “Come on, Khun. Don’t try to make yourself innocent because we all know that you are not.”

Build suddenly felt cold. His hand started to tremble. His lips were locked and he couldn't even utter a single word. His eyes started to stare in the wind and he drifted back to the night when Lord Sonchai got him captive. How he tried to get off the strong grip on his pulse, the cold feeling of the chains on his ankles and the loud cries he let out just to plead for freedom. His knees started to tremble as well. It’s suffocating. His heart is beating really fast and it’s now hard for him to breathe. What should he do? He wanted to talk back, but he couldn't. His emotions are eating him alive. He looked around, trying to divert his attention. But he saw people whispering to each other while throwing him judgemental stares. That didn't help.

No, he didn’t kill anybody. In fact, he was the victim. But why is being tagged as the killer now?

He was out of his reverie when he felt a warm palm on his back. Someone stopped beside him. He looked up to see who it was.

“Everything you said is considered an accusation seeing that it was stated without any proof. I hope you know the consequences for that.”

It was Lord Arphus, standing proud and eyes darting to Fah. The woman immediately bowed to him and looked him in the eyes.

“My lord, the news had been circulating around the town. Most of the people know the story. And so I’m sure that you do as well.” Fah said before turning to Build.

“Do you have any evidence for that?” Lord Arphus asked. “Because if you don’t have, this would escalate and I would ask Khun Jakapan if he wants this to be taken to the authorities for legal action.”

Fah trembled. He can’t afford to be in trouble right now. She is establishing a name for Lord Wichapas and her family would be deeply affected if that happens.

“F-Forgive me, Lord Arphus.” she bowed to him.

“I think Khun Jakapan deserves to hear that from you, not me.” Lord Arphus looked at Build.

Build is confused. His mind is not functioning really well enough to absorb everything that was happening around him. The only thing that runs into his mind is to leave. He wanted to leave.

Fah can’t help but to get irritated. Jakapan was getting away again with the help of another Lord. But despite the heavy feeling, she said, “I’m sorry, Khun. I was influenced by the rumors I heard. It is entirely my fault.”

But Build didn’t answer. He looked around to look for Aunt Praya.

“I hope this will be the last time that this will happen. I’ll let you get away with this for now, Khun. But if Khun Jakapan decided to take further actions about this,” Lord Arphus’ stopped and looked around at the people who were curiously looking at them. “I will make sure that all of the people in this area and all of the people who talk against him without solid proof will be dragged down with this woman right here.” He pointed to Fah.

People were shocked with the statement and they immediately started to walk away. Vendors started to get busy with their business like they didn’t stop for gossip. Fah is stunned. She is so confused why Lord Arphus is protecting Build too. She’s trying to comprehend what is happening. Lord Arphus is siding with Build and Lord Wichapas is obviously fond of him too. With heavy steps, she started to walk away.

“Are you alright?” Lord Arphus faced Build, trying to console him.

Build’s eyes continue to look around for Aunt Praya. His hands continue to tremble and his heart is about to explode. He darted his eyes in front of the shop where Aunt Praya went in. He saw the woman standing in front of the store, looking at him with sympathy.

“Auntie.” he whispered and ran to her, not throwing Lord Arphus a look.

“Are you okay?” Aunt Praya asked him, cupping his face with her free hand. Build nods, trying to calm his breathing. “Let’s go home.” and Build nods once again.

They started walking away to the area. With a heavy heart, Build went inside the car without saying anything. He’s trying to suppress the tears that are forming in his eyes. He doesn't want to cry. He kept looking outside the car. Aunt Praya and the driver kept the silence because they know Build needs it.

On the middle of the ride home, Build asked. “Auntie, where is Dad?”

“He left the house early today. He went to the warehouse.”

After that, Build went quiet again.

–

A few meters away, when the crowd started to disperse, Prem stayed where he was standing. He was there when Khun Fah approached Build. He heard everything. Prem witnessed how Build was incredibly affected by Fah’s words and accusations. Prem wanted to step in and intervene but when he was about to approach Lord Arphus came. He witnessed how Lord Arphus saved Build once again. After making sure Build was already heading home, he took his car back to the mansion. He strides fast going to the Lord’s home office. He knocked three times and entered without waiting for an answer. His master never minds if he does that. And besides, there are times that his master doesn't answer if he’s too busy to care for visitors.

“Sir.” He bowed to him. Wichapas didn’t even look up to him, busy writing something. “I have something to tell you. I was heading back here when I saw Khun Jakapan at the market today with Khun Fah.”

Wichapas snapped his head up, confused. “What do you mean?”

Prem cleared his throat. “I mean, I witnessed Khun Fah talking to Khun Build with accusations. There is circulating news on the streets that Khun Jakapan killed Lord Sonchai while the man is in jail. Apparently, without any basis, Khun Fah accused Khun Jakapan guilty of the incident gaining the attention of the crowd.”

Wichapas knotted his eyebrows. He placed down the pen he was holding and rested his back on his office chair.

“I think Khun Fah is thinking that Khun Build is making his way to you after allegedly killing Lord Sonchai.” Prem continued.

Wichapas’ hand balled into fist, anger evident on his face. He thought for a while before he stood up. He walked to the large window and looked outside where he could see the garden from there. The flowers are dancing to the blow of the wind. It reminds him of how Build like those flowers. The dimpled smile he always has whenever he receives them.

“Cancel all our partnerships with their family. Withdraw all the stocks we have from their business. Decline all their ongoing proposals to us. If they want to know the reason why, tell them to ask me directly.”

Even Prem was shocked with his master’s decision. But he was sure that Wichapas thought of it very well and knew the consequences.

“I will personally handle the contract termination fees but I will make sure this will be a hard fight for them.” Wichapas said without throwing a glance at his assistant.

Prem was about to answer when they heard a series of knocks from the door. He immediately opened and was greeted by one of the housemaids.

“Master, Khun Jakapan wished to see you urgently so I brought him here.” The housemaid bowed to Wichapas a little, still standing outside of the door.

Wichapas quickly turned around to see if what he heard was real. And there Build was, standing behind the housemaid, roaming his eyes around and looking for him. When their eyes met, Build sighed and offered him a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. The housemaid left and Build went in. Prem closed the door behind him.

“I’m sorry for coming without prior notice again, Lord Wichapas.” Build bowed to him.

“I already told you before that it’s alright.” Wichapas stepped closer to him, light and quiet. “Prem, get something for him.”

Build turned back to look at Prem. “Can you give me a glass of red wine, please?”

Prem was taken aback with the request so he looked at Wichapas. But his master just nodded to him as an approval.

“Of course, Khun. I’ll be back in a bit to bring you your red wine.” Prem then left.

When the door was closed, Build went to the sofa and sat down, looking a bit off. “Do you mind if I stay here for a bit? I need someone to be with and my Dad is not at home.” Build asked Aunt Praya if he could drop them off at Wichapas' mansion. Aunt Praya understands what he’s feeling so she lets him.

“No, I don’t mind. Is everything alright?” He asked, still standing in front of thim.

Build looked away. Trying to avoid eye contact. “Yes. Uhm..” then he cleared his throat. “It’s just that..P’Than went back to his job and Dad is busy so the house is back to being quiet. I’m just trying to find someone to annoy.” Build laughed, a fake one.

“Build.” Wichapas tried to approach him.

“I’m good, really. Why are you suspicious of me?”

The fake laughter coming from Build hurts Wichapas’ ears. He doesn’t like to hear it. All he wanted to hear were the silly banters and cracking laughs from him. He rounded the center table and sat beside Build. Observing his face, he’s kind of pale. He kept pinching his fingers and seemed so restless.

They heard a knock and Prem entered with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Prem placed it on the center table and Build muttered a soft ‘thank you’ before he left silently. Wichapas opened the wine bottle and poured it into the glasses. He offered Build one of the glasses. The latter swirled the liquid inside the glass and smelled it. The aroma of the red wine made him slightly calm. But the worries lingering inside his mind never left.

Build took a sip from the glass before roaming around his eyes. The wall to wall bookshelves made him wince because it reminds him of his father’s own library where his home classes took place. On the office table is a computer set and a pile of papers that are obviously waiting for the person in charge. “You must be so busy. I shouldn’t have come.” He said without leaving his eyes on the table.

“No. You can come over whenever you want.” Wichapas answered, his wine glass perfectly sitting on the table and untouched.

Build looked at him with a mocking smile. “Do you like me now?” he asked.

Wichapas eyes widened. He was taken aback once again by the question.

Build laughed, almost a real one. “Because that’s what people in a relationship tell their partners, you know.” He drank all the remaining liquid from the glass before putting it down and pouring another one.

Wichapas grabbed his own glass and drank all the wine. He put it back down with a tiny clink when the glass made contact with the glass table.

“You’re so annoying. You still don’t want to admit that you like me.” Build rolled his eyes before sipping from the glass again.

There, the Build he knows. Wichapas leaned back, an arm resting on the backrest of the sofa.

“Let’s make a deal. You tell me what’s wrong with you and I’ll tell you what you wanted to hear.”

He knows what’s going on in Build’s mind but he wanted to hear it from Build. Only Build can tell him what he really feels. Only Build knows himself.

“You’re fooling me again.” Build squinted in his eyes.

“I’m not.” Wichapas moved closer to him, faces almost inches away.

Build held his breath. He can’t help but get captivated by the beauty he is facing now. Build can smell him, the smell of wood in mid-summer mixed with mint. Is it his perfume or his own body scent? Build was curious so he moved forward. He examined his physical features. Those monolid eyes, pointed noise and thin lips. Build exhaled. A ball of fire started to ignite inside his stomach. A foreign feeling is back inside him. He wasn’t able to identify what was this but one thing is for sure, Build wants something from Wichapas.

Build raised his hand, cupping Wichapas’ cheek. Their eyes were talking but no one uttered any single words. Build tried to calm down but the more he suppressed the feeling but the more he tried to hold back the more it screams inside.

And he has been decided. If what he will do is wrong, he’ll leave and forget about everything. So, he leaned closer until their lips met. No one moved at first. They stayed still, lips in touch, but Build needed more so he started to take the lead.

Wichapas doesn’t seem to be surprised. He didn't push Build away. Wichapas didn't scold him. Instead, he wrapped his hands on Build’s waist. With that, Build knew his action was right. His feelings are mixed up. He felt so overjoyed with what was happening but the fears and the worries from what happened earlier were still there, ready to burst. Build needed more anchor, the thoughts were overpowering and started to invade his mind once again. So, he lifts his other hand and fully cups the other's face. But it wasn't enough. Build moved, still leading the kiss, and made his way to Wichapas's lap. Now, he's straddling Wichapas in between his legs. Wichapas groaned and the vibration of it from his chest gave Build shivers. Build is feeling ecstatic but his negative thoughts keep dancing around. He lifted his body to distract himself. Now, he's kneeling on the couch while Wichapas is in between his legs.

Wichapas leaned back to support himself on the backrest, head tilted upward for Build’s better access and hands on his waist keeping Build in place. He felt Build's lips trembled. Wichapas looked at him but Build's eyes were shut. Build's hands are roaming between his jaw, his neck and his nape. Unsteady. Wichapas pressed on his waist, trying to make him steady. With that, Build's eyes snapped open. Shocked and confused. He broke the kiss and moved a little backwards but still kneeling on the couch. His ears suddenly became red and eyes tried to look away but Wichapas' are quick to cup his face. Build's chest goes up and down as he tries to calm himself from all the emotions he was feeling right now. But he can't calm down. So, once again, he dived down to kiss Wichapas for the second time. He tried to make it slow but the adrenaline made him look like he's in a rush. Build felt Wichapas smile in between the kiss. His hands travel from Build's face back down to his waist and wrap around Build's back. The room is filled with the sound of kissing. The air became heated, it's suffocating but in a good way.

As he felt Wichapas' hands running up and down on his back, Build sat back down on his lap but never breaking the kiss. Wichapas let him lead but he tried to calm him down by touching his body. Though it barely registered on Build that it was his intention. Build's lips once again trembled. His negative thoughts won. He broke the kiss. Their eyes met once again but this time, Build is almost drifting away. It seems like Build’s negative thoughts are taking over his body. Wichapas' left hand went back up to his face while the other remained on the other's back trying to keep him safe from falling.

"I love you."

Build felt cold. His hands and feet felt like being soaked in ice-cold water. His heart is thumping on his chest really hard and fast. His arms that are wrapped around Wichapas' nape loosen. He looked at him with questioning eyes and Wichapas started to caress his thumb on his cheek.

"I'm sorry I took this long to say this. But I'm sure, more than sure." Wichapas gave him an assuring smile.

Build's body started to faint. The emotions were totally mixed up. It was so hard to distinguish which he should recognize first. The feelings are overwhelming.

Build is waiting for the time when Wichapas will say that he likes him back. But what he received today is more than that.

With a full heart and troubled mind, he leaned again. Their lips met for the third time. Build's breath hitched as Wichapas took the lead this time. He started devouring Build. His tongue poked Build's lower lip, asking for an entrance. Luckily, Build is conscious enough to understand. So, he opened his mouth and received him. The taste of the wine lingers in both of their mouths. They can still taste it with each other. Wichapas is more than sure that Build tastes sweeter than the wine. Build's legs tighten around Wichapas. He feels like he's going to explode at any moment. He felt like he was about to run a fever.

Wichapas hands went back to caressing his back up and down. Until he decided to crawl his hands through the hem of Build's shirt. The contact of their skins made both of them shiver. Build's breathing became deeper. Wichapas traced his fingers in the middle of Build's back, light and slow. Both of them know this is going somewhere else.

Build broke the kiss with a loud sound of their lips breaking away. He gasps for air but he quickly buried his face on the other's neck.

"I-I'm sorry. I..I didn't mean to." Muffled, he tried to communicate with a trembling voice and shaking body. His mind is in trouble. He doesn't want to use Wichapas as his emotion dumpster. He can't do that.

Wichapas smiled. "It's fine. I understand. You don't have to say sorry." He wrapped his hands around Build, giving the most comfortable feeling the latter have ever had.

They stayed like that for a while. Build sitting on Wichapas' lap, face buried on his neck and breathing heavily. While Wichapas ran his hand up and down trying to give comfort. Build never had this kind of panic attack before. He surely panicked sometimes but today was different. Fah made him remember about the incident and he will surely have nightmares again later. The accusations he received today made him more troubled. He can't accept the fact that he is the talk of the town by being tagged as a killer. Because he didn't do anything like that. And on top of that, the words that Wichapas said today, the unexpected confession of his feelings. Build had been pushing him to say that he likes him but he never thought this would be so overwhelming.

In the end, Build wasn't sure of what to feel. There are lots of emotions that need to be recognized and understood. But right now, he wants to stay in his new comfort zone. In Wichapas' arms. Before tiredness conquers Build, he heard Wichapas speak.

“We have time. A lot of time together.”

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It was dark and cold. No matter how hard he tries, Build can not see anything. He squinted his eyes to adjust his vision but he failed. He felt the softness on his back, he’s laying down. He was about to get up when he felt something on his calves, a hand. His heart started to beat faster. He wanted to get up and see who was touching him but he couldn't. It feels like he was paralyzed. He tried to move his hands to stop the hands from caressing his calves but he couldn’t move. Build started to panic. The coldness of the air did nothing as his body started sweating. His chest moved up and down, gasping for air. Build tried to scream but his voice was stuck on his throat. This time, he tried to move his feet. He was thinking of fighting back, maybe kicking the person below would do. But he halted. He heard clanking as he moved his feet. The chains. His heartbeat grew faster. He tried his best to scream but he failed again. Build felt sweats running down from his forehead. The hands on his calves continue moving. He gathered all his strength and forced his body to get up.

–

Wichapas looked up when he saw Build abruptly get up. Build fell asleep on his arms after he calmed down so Wichapas let him sleep on the couch. He went back to his paperworks and let Build sleep. But he was shocked when the latter forcely got up.

Build looked around, and seemed confused. He roamed his eyes to the unfamiliar room. When his eyes landed on the other person, sitting in his office chair and looking at him with curious eyes, he sighed. He buried his face on his palms. Trying to get his breathing back. It was just a dream. Thankfully, it was just a dream.

Build felt like the couch dipped. Wichapas sat in front of him so he looked up.

“Are you okay?” The man asked.

Build smiles. The same smile that never reached his eyes. “Yes. I’m okay.”

Wichapas is not convinced. He scooted over and cupped Build’s face. “From now on, I want you to tell me everything. I want to know what’s going on with you and what you feel. Can you do that for me?”

Build looked him in the eyes. He started to calm down just by looking at Wichapas. His warm hands are so comfortable on his face. Build feels safe.

“I’m scared.” He felt warm tears starting to form in his eyes.

Wichapas kissed his forehead, Build closed his eyes. They stayed like that for a while. Wichapas’ lips never left his forehead. Build started to fully calm down. His breathing started to mimic Wichapas’, slow and calm. When Wichapas felt that Build was already calm, he moved away. “I’m here. I will always be here. You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

The look in Wichapas’ eyes captivated Build. It felt like magic. His presence, his touch, and his words have an unexplainable effect on Build. Enchanting.

“Are you a sorcerer?” Build asked.

Wichapas knotted his eyebrows, confused about what Build is talking about.

“How can you calm me down with just one forehead kiss?” Build is now smiling, dimples now visible.

Wichapas rolled his eyes. He never expected something like this in the middle of a tense situation.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Build narrowed his eyes, trying to intimidate Wichapas.

Wichapas laughed. He cupped Build’s face once again and dropped a kiss on his nose. “Let’s have dinner.”

Build jolted away. “It’s evening?!”

Wichapas nods. Build immediately fetched his cellphone in his pocket. He found numerous missed calls from his father. He quickly pressed his number and called back. He waited for the call to be answered. He started biting his thumb nails but Wichapas stopped him. The man interlocked their fingers to prevent Build from biting his nails again.

“Dad? I’m sorry. I was asleep.”

(𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔? 𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑝?)

Builds glanced at Wichapas who looked at him with curiosity.

“I’m fine now. You don’t need to worry.”

(𝑂𝑘𝑎𝑦. 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢.)

“About that, can I…” he stopped and looked at Wichapas again. “Dad, can I stay here tonight?”

Wichapas raised his eyebrow. But when he felt that Build was also waiting for his answer, he smiled and kissed the back of his palm. Build smiled at him.

(𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑.)

“I’ll be fine. Just tonight. I’ll be home tomorrow morning, I promise.”

Wichapas can’t help but laugh a little. He didn’t know that a man, who’s at his right age, would ask for his father’s permission for a sleepover. Build glared at him.

(𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.)

“What do you mean?” Build knotted his eyebrows in confusion.

He heard his father take a very deep breath before talking again.

(𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡.. 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦.)

Build is still confused. What is so dangerous about sleeping over? Wichapas’ house is safe and comfortable. Once again, he looked at Wichapas who’s looking back at him. Right then, he understood what his father wanted to say. His eyes widened.

“Dad! W-what..w-why would you say that?!” He felt Wichapas’ hold became a little tight, he’s worried. “I-I won’t do anything crazy.” Suddenly, Build cheeks turned red.

Wichapas had an instinct about what they were talking about based on Build’s answer and how Build looked, shy and red-faced. Wichapas suppressed a laugh. Build removed his hand from the hold and pushed Wichapas on the chest and rolled his eyes.

He heard another deep sigh from his father.

(𝐴𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤.)

“Yes. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And he ended the call. “He’s worrying about nothing.” Build murmured while looking at his phone.

“I should be the one to worry because you are staying here with me tonight.” Wichapas smirked.

Build snapped his head to face him. “What was that supposed to mean?”

Wichapas shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe you would kiss me again or…”

“Shut up.” Build’s face became redder than before.

“What? It’s true. You kissed me first earlier.” Wichapas continue to tease him.

Build looked away, suppressing the annoyed feeling. He felt so embarrassed knowing that he initiated the kiss earlier. He’s ashamed of his actions but he never regretted it. So, with a determined face, he raised his hand to Wichapas’ chest.

“I did. And I’m sure you liked it.” Build pushed him back causing Wichapas to lay down the sofa, head on the armrest. Build is now on top of Wichapas, palm still on the other’s chest. “But do you know what I want right now?”

“What?” Wichapas asked, eyes not leaving Build’s.

Build leaned on his ears. Lips almost touching his earlobes. “Food.” And then he jumped away, laughing.

Wichapas closed his eyes, breathing deep. Trying to calm his nerves that were triggered by the actions.

“Come on. I’m starving.” Build put his hands on his waist.

–

“Do we have a visitor? Why is there an extra plate?” Tin pointed to the plate across him. It was always just him, Ta and his older brother at dinner. They are not used to dinners with someone else.

“Someone is joining you for dinner tonight.” Dao fixed the twins' position before pouring water on their glasses.

“Who?” Ta asked, eyes curiously following Dao’s movements.

Dao placed down the glass pitcher and smiled at them. “Someone special.”

Right then, they heard footsteps coming to the dining room. Wichapas and Build entered the room, smiling from ear to ear.

“Phi!!” the twins screamed upon seeing him.

“Good evening, your highness. Can I join you for dinner?” Build gets closer to them and pat their heads.

“Of course! Sit beside me, Phi.” Tin clapped his hands.

“You’re basically kicking me out of my chair.” Ta said, crossing his arms on his chest. Ta and Tin were sitting side by side. Ta was on Tin’s left side and on his right side was Wichapas’. “Phi should sit beside me instead. There is a vacant seat right here.” Ta pointed out the empty chair next to him.

“Okay, enough of that. He should sit there because his plate is right there.” Wichapas said, appearing to Build’s side and pointing across the table.

The kids pouts.

“Can we have dinner on the patio like we did before?” Build asked Wichapas.

Wichapas understood his intention. He wants to eat near the kids.

“Move the food to the patio.” Wichapas commanded the housemaids who were stationed inside the dining room. The housemaids bowed to him and started to move all the served food.

The kids jumped out of their seats with glee.

“Let’s wash our hands first.” Build told the kids. Build helped them wash their hands on the kitchen sink.

They held each of Build’s hands. They started their conversation while going to the patio. Wichapas is quietly following them and Dao is following him. When they arrived, the housemaid continued to bring the food. But the table is just enough for four people, so the food was changed into small serving plates. They settled themselves on a four seater table, just enough for all of them.

“I want shrimp.” Tin said.

Dao quickly went near to serve the shrimp but Build stopped her.

“It’s alright, Dao. I’ll peel the shrimp for him.” Build said, looking up to Dao.

Dao looked at Wichapas. Build knows Dao is asking for confirmation by looking at him so he tapped Dao’s arm. “I got this. You can also have your dinner. I’ll take care of the kids.”

Dao bowed to him but she didn’t leave the patio. She stayed there along with two other housemaids waiting for them to finish their dinner. Build started peeling shrimps for the twins. Tin and Ta ate their dinner with glee and non-stop talking about how their day went. Build wasn’t able to eat, he didn’t even put food on his plate. He’s busy peeling shrimp and serving the kids the food they want. Suddenly, Wichapas stood up and left the patio. After a few minutes he came back, hands already washed. He started putting food on Build’s plate while the other was busy peeling the shrimp for Ta. Wichapas peeled shrimp for him and put it on his plate. When Build felt Wichapas was busy, he looked at him. He found the food on his plate and Wichapas continued peeling shrimp for him.

“Where’s Prem? I haven’t seen him since earlier.” Build asked.

“I asked him to do something important.” Wichapas answered but didn’t look at him.

Build frowned, a little skeptical about the answer. But he shrugged it off. Maybe it was about business or something else.

“Give me some, too.” Ta pointed to Wichapas hands that were holding a peeled shrimp.

“This is yours, stop asking P’Build to peel for you. I'll peel some for you.” Wichapas told his brother. He put the shrimp on the kid’s plate.

“I want ice cream for dessert.” Ta said, munching the food.

“Me too.” Ta seconded.

“I’ll let them give you ice cream after dinner if you eat on your own.” Wichapas said while peeling another shrimp for Build.

Build smiled. “Eat faster so we can eat ice cream.”

Tin and Ta eat their food fast, excited for the dessert. They ate everything that Wichapas and Build put on their plates. When they were done, they jumped out of their seats and volunteered to get the ice cream. Dao followed the kids along with one of the housemaids.

“Eat.” Wichapas told Build, still busy peeling shrimp for him.

Build smiled at him. “Thank you. You should eat too.”

“Yes. I will.” But Wichapas didn’t even bother to look at him. So, Build scoop a spoonful of rice and the other dish that Wichapas put on his plate earlier and offered it to him.

Wichapas looked at him, eyebrows raised.

“Aaaahh~”

Wichapas laughed. “You’re spoiling the kids too much and now you’re treating me like them.”

Build laughed as well. “Here. Say ‘aaahh’, baby.”

Wichapas stopped. That was meant to be a joke, he’s aware, but why does the words send something joyful inside him. His stomach formed a knot and his heart started beating so fast.

They heard little giggles on the side. They found the two housemaids standing there. Seems like the other one just came back and heard what Build said. Wichapas cleared his throat to compose himself again. Build saw how embarrassed Wichapas is so he wanted to tease more.

“Come on, baby. Let’s eat together.” Build offered the spoon full of food still hanging in the air.

Wichapas has no choice but to eat it. So he opened his mouth and took the food. Build laugh at how embarrassed Wichapas looked. He started eating on his own. But that’s never enough for Build. He picked up a peeled shrimp and offered it again to Wichapas with a grin on his face.

“Aaah~”

Wichapas squinted his eyes. He looked at Build with challenging eyes. Wichapas already knows that Build is enjoying the fact that there are housemaids around so he keeps on flirting. Of course he’s not going to back down. Wichapas leaned forward. He ate the shrimp but he purposely licked Build’s fingers. He felt how Build stiffened. Wichapas looked at him without removing his mouth on his fingers. Build’s eyes are wide and his cheeks are extremely red. Wichapas suppressed a smile. He’s winning the game that Build started.

“Ice cream is here!!”

Build jolted on his seat and Wichapas pulled away chewing the shrimp. The kids came along with Dao who’s holding a tray with ice cream. Build glared at Wichapas.

“What? You started it.” Wichapas laughed.

The kids looked at Build and then Wichapas then back to Build.

“Are you fighting?” Tin asked.

“No. Eat your ice cream before it melts.” Build said, still glaring at Wichapas.

“What have you done?” Ta squinted his eyes to his brother.

“Nothing. We’re just eating.” Wichapas shrugged.

“He’s glaring at you.” Ta whispered.

“Because he loses.” Wichapas whispered back.

“What are you playing?” Ta’s curiosity wins.

“A very fun game.” Wichapas looked at Build who’s now busy eating his food.

–

They were settling for the night. The kids lulled Build to sleep in their room instead of the guest room. Wichapas lent him some new clothes to sleep on. The kids are fastly asleep but Build is still widely awake. The events of the day are still on his mind. The words of Fah still lingers on his mind. Build sat up. He’s been sandwiched between Tin and Ta so he slowly slipped off the bed, careful not to awaken the kids. He walked out of the room, intending to go down to the kitchen for a glass of water to clear his mind. Build walked through the dark hallway. He was about to reach the stairs when he saw a light coming from Wichapas’s office. He looked at his watch, it’s almost midnight and Wichapas was still awake. He walked past the stairs and went to the room. It was ajar. He saw Wichapas totally engaged with his paperworks, wearing his eyeglasses. Build pushed the door a bit more but Wichapas didn’t notice him. He leaned at the door and crossed his arms on his chest before clearing his throat to make himself noticeable. He succeeded. Wichapas looked up at him.

“Hey. Why are you still awake?” Wichapas smiled at him.

“It’s almost midnight. Aren’t you going to sleep yet?” Build smiled at him too.

“I just need to finish something. Do you need anything?” Wichapas removed his glasses. But Build was disappointed with that because he really looked good wearing those.

“I was about to get a glass of water but I saw lights coming from here so I decided to check.”

“Alright. Let me get you water.” Wichapas was about to stand but Build stopped him.

“No, I’ll do it. Just finish those so you can already get to bed.” Build reached for the knob.

“Are you sure?” Wichapas asked once again, a little worried. He sees something in Build's eyes that makes him worried but he can’t figure it out.

“Yes. Don’t worry, I know where the kitchen is.” Build laughed a little. “Good night.” He didn’t wait for Wichapas’ answer, he closed the door.

Build walked down the stairs and went to the kitchen. He saw the glasses on the kitchen counter, grabbed it and went to the fridge. He poured cold water on his glass and drank it in one go. After putting the glass on the sink, he walked back to the stairs. But he saw the door to the garden. Build hesitated but he still walked to the door.

The fountain light was mesmerizing so he went there. The only noise you could hear is the flowing water. He touched the water, it was cold. Build looked up, the summer night sky. It was full of stars. Tiny little lights that are freely lurking around the space. Build remembered himself. Before, he was deprived of freedom from his father. Now that he’s free, the society doesn’t want him. Now that he is unrestrained, the place he wanted to explore doesn’t like him at all. It pains him that he has been judged. He crossed his arms around his body. It’s summer but the night breeze suddenly gets cold. Or maybe it’s just his heart that’s freezing.

Build flinched when he felt warm palms on his shoulder. He tilted his head to look at the person.

“Why are you here?” Wichapas asked. “It’s cold.”

Build smiled at him. A few seconds ago, it was freezing. But now that this person is beside him, it feels different. How can a person be this warm? How can a person’s presence feel safe and comfortable? How can a person feel like home?

“The fountain is beautiful. I was attracted.” Build leaned on him, feeling the other’s body heat.

Wichapas’ arms slid down to his arms then to his waist. His arms started hugging Build’s body. Build’s heart clenches with the action so he closed his eyes and leaned more. Wichapas rested his head on Build’s.

“Tin asked me to put lights in this fountain. After that, he told us not to turn off the light at night.”

“He likes this garden a lot.” Build opened his eyes again and looked around.

“Yes. And I know you like it, too.” Wichpas kissed his temple. “What’s bothering you?”

Build halted. “Hmm?”

“I know something is still bothering you.”

Build is unsure. He’s been getting Wichapas’ attention a lot these days. Build is afraid he’s becoming a distraction to Wichapas. This person is busy, he knows. Wichapas is preparing for the royal examination and should focus on it instead.

Wichapas moved away and guided Build’s body to face him. “You promise to tell me everything.” They looked at each other’s eyes, trying to read each other’s mind.

“I didn’t do it. I didn’t kill him.” Build’s tears started to form. The emotions he was suppressing were slowly coming out.

“I know.”

“B-but the people said I did. A-and they are judging me. T-they are talking bad about me a-and…” Build’s lips started to quiver. His hands trembled as he tried to even his breathing.

“Because they don't really know what happened. Those are just speculations.” Wichapas tried to calm him down.

“B-but they don’t like me.” Fat tears fall from his eyes.

“And?” Wichapas wiped his tears. “You can not please all of them. What you have to do is to focus on people who love you and truly care for you. You have to focus on us.”

Build tears continue to fall. He’s anxious about other people’s judgment but right now his heart is so full. Wichapas’ words are always comforting.

“You don’t have to prove anything to them if you don’t want to. They don’t deserve your explanation. They would judge based on their own thinking. But for me, you are the best. The kindest person I have ever met. You are good to your family, to my brothers and to me. That’s all that matters.” Wichapas hugged him tight. “I will always stay here with you.”

Build returned the hug, tighter. He sobbed on Wichapas’ shoulder, feeling overwhelmed with everything. But this time, it was lighter because he has Wichapas.

–

Morning came. Build and the kids are settled in the living room, waiting for Wichapas for breakfast. Tin and Ta are showing their baby pictures. Giggles and teasing can be heard from the living room.

Upstairs, Wichapas went out of his room and met Prem in his office. He has to hand Prem the documents he finished last night before Build and he went to sleep. Though he wanted to sleep with him, Build went back to the kids’ room. Build reasoned that the kids might throw a tantrum if they woke up without him. Wichapas didn’t argue.

“Sir, the front gate notified me that Khun Fah is inside the premises.” Prem said, looking at his tablet.

Wichapas looked at him with a frown. “Remind me to talk to the guards later. They’re becoming loose in guarding my house.” and he walked out of the room, annoyed.

The living room was still full of laughter when Dao came.

“Khun Jakapan, will you have breakfast in the dining room or on the patio again?”

“Let’s wait for Wicha–” he trailed off and cleared his throat. “Lord Wichapas.”

“Of course. He’s the master of the house, he should decide.”

Dao and Build looked at the doorway. They found Fah standing and crossing her arms. Dao bowed to her out of respect.

“I am amazed. Yesterday, you were with Lord Arphus. Today, you are here in the early morning.” Fah walked to them. The hem of his white long dress touched the marbled floor.

𝐼𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔? 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡? Build thought.

Fah’s choice of clothings always confuses him. He can’t he can’t help but compare his own clothes to him. He was still wearing the same set of clothes he slept on, the white shirt and shorts owned by Wichapas. Build smirked, he won when it came to clothing because Wichapas lent it to him.

“I actually slept here.” Build stood up and faced her. The kids followed him and Dao got closer to them.

Fah frowned, anger evident on her face. “Huh! Who would actually believe you?”

“He really did.” Ta said.

Fah rolled her eyes to the kids. Build’s hands started to get itchy. The way she talks when Wichapas is not around is really different. Such a fake.

“Stop forcing yourself to a place where you don’t belong.” Fah went closer, eyes challenging Build.

It was evident that Build was affected by the words by Fah again, like yesterday. But right now, he’s not going to panic. He knows he has someone.

“Really? I don’t think I’m the outsider here.” Build answered, eyebrows raised.

“What do you mean?” Fah knotted her eyebrows in confusion.

The tension was halted when Wichapas and Prem entered the living room. Fah quickly bowed to the lord and turned into a demure and soft spoken woman she had always been in front of Wichapas.

“Good morning, my Lord.”

𝑆ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ. Build rolled his eyes.

Wichapas walked past her and stopped at Build’s side. Prem went near the kids and Dao.

“Good morning. Have you slept well?” Wichapas asked Build.

Build’s heart jumped in glee. The way Wichapas ignored Fah makes him excited or whatever you call this feeling. He smiled as wide as he could. “Yes. How about you?”

“Good.” Wichapas answered before looking at Fah. “What brings you here early in the morning, Khun Fah? I think I made myself clear that I don’t accept visits without prior notice, didn’t I?”

Fah flinched. “My father told me you canceled all the proposals and withdrew all your investments in our business. I am here to know the reason why, my Lord.”

“I don’t usually talk about business outside my office. But since you are already here, let’s make everything clear.” Wichapas put his hands on his pocket, standing proud and looking intimidating. “I don’t want to get associated with people who have public issues. I don’t like being connected to people who act without thinking.”

“Public issue? I’m sorry, my Lord, but my family doesn’t have any public issues unlike someone else.” Fah looked at Build with full judgment.

“Defaming someone in a public area and gathering the people’s attention to slander someone without concrete evidence is a public and behavioral issue.” Wichapas answered.

Build looked at Wichapas. If his understanding is correct, Wichapas cut business ties with Fah’s family because of what happened to them yesterday. How did Wichapas know? And why would Wichapas do such a big move like that?

“H-how did you…” Fah trailed off and glared at Build. “You were protected by Lord Arphus yesterday and now you asked for Lord Wichapas’ sympathy?” Fah raised his eyebrows.

Build clenched his fist. He never felt this pathetic in his whole life. He’s been judged and condemned in public yesterday and now she’s implying that he craves sympathy.

“I don’t need anybody’s sympathy, Khun Fah. It is not my fault that the person you like doesn’t like you back so stop pointing your desperation on me.” Build can’t help it. Fah’s words are affecting him again. She’s ruining his mental peace and he needs to fight back for himself.

Fah gritted his teeth. “Don’t act like you’re ahead of me.”

Build smiles at her sneakily. He grabbed Wichapas’ nape and dropped a quick kiss on his lips. Loud gasps can be heard from the people around them, except from Fah whose eyes are wide and stunned. Build pulled away.

“Will you be my boyfriend?” he asked.

Wichapas frowned, his hands moved to grasp both of Build’s waists. “I thought we’re already boyfriends since yesterday?”

“But we didn’t talk about it. We just kissed and cuddled.” Build made his voice a little loud to be heard by Fah.

Instantly, Prem covered Ta’s ears and Dao did the same to Tin. They looked at each other with wide eyes, and could not believe they were talking like that in front of other people.

“So, would you like to be my boyfriend or not?” Build smiled sweetly at Wichapas.

Butterflies started to play on Build’s stomach when Wichapas pulled him closer and kissed him. It was not a quick kiss this time. It was a long deep kiss.

Ta quickly covered Tin’s eyes with his hands. But Prem covered Ta’s eyes as well.

“I can’t see.” Tin whispered, removing his brother’s hands but Dao was quick to replace Ta’s hand.

Build snaked his hands on Wichapas’ neck and Wichapas did the same on his waist. Fah started to glare at them, hands gripping her long dress in anger. He was doing great with Wichapas before Jakapan came. Now, all his hardship went into vain because he can not get Wichapas. Fah stormed out of the room, stomping her feet to the marbled floor.

Build smiled at the kiss. When he felt that Fah is not around anymore, he wanted to pull out of the kiss. He moved his head back to create distance but Wichapas leaned in, not wanting to let go. Build started to lose his breath. He palmed Wichapas’ chest and tried to push him a little but Wichapas held him tighter, still engaged in the deep kiss.

Prem cleared his throat to get his master’s attention. He succeeded as Wichapas abruptly pulled away, but he was smiling.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it.” Wichapas said, wiping Build’s lips with his thumb.

“You went too far.” Build said, trying his best not to smile but failed.

“I can go farther.” Wichapas cupped Build’s face.

“I think the breakfast is ready, Sir. Let’s go eat before you eat anything else.” Prem cuts them. He removed his hands from Ta’s eyes and guided the young master to the kitchen.

“I prepared fresh juice for everyone. I never thought that today’s revelations would be juicier.” Dao purposely made his voice loud to be heard by them. She hurriedly guided Tin to the dining room, following Prem and Ta.

Build can’t help but be shy of what they did so he slapped Wichapas arm and buried his face on the other’s chest. Wichapas laughed, adoring the other’s cuteness.

–

Wichapas dropped Build home after breakfast. Build felt so much lighter than how he felt yesterday. They got out of the car and Build was about to Bid goodbye when his father came.

“Dad.” Build smiled at his father but the man’s eyes were fixed to Wichapas.

“I would like to have a word with you…as Build’s father.”

Chapter Text

Build stood outside his father’s office. He’s walking back and forth, waiting for them to go out. His father invited Wichapas inside his office and didn’t allow Build to come inside with them. His father even instructed the housemaids not to disturb them. Build trusts his father and Wichapas, of course. But he can’t help getting worried. What are they talking about? Is it serious that he's not even allowed to hear them? He tried pressing his ear on the thick door. Nothing, he hears nothing. He went back to waiting. Aunt Praya tried to coax him to relax and just wait in the kitchen but Build declined. Though he's telling himself that nothing's going to happen, he wants to be as near as possible if something does. It was nearly an hour when the door opened. Build perked up from sitting on a wooden chair near the door. He saw Wichapas walking out of the room, looking at him with a smile. With knotted eyebrows, Build hurriedly walked up to him.

"What did you talked about?" Without hesitations, Build asked.

"That's a secret." Wichapas answered, a smile never leaving his lips.

Build squinted his eyes. "Where is he?" He tried to look over Wichapas' shoulder to look for his father but the door was closed.

"He said he's busy. He also said he's mad at you for spending the night in my house."

Build rolled his eyes. He knows his father is not really mad. Wichapas can't help but be amazed once again with Build's attitude. He reached out and wrapped his arms around him. Build jolted, a bit surprised with his actions. Though he felt dozens of butterflies playing in his stomach, he decided to set aside the feeling.

"What's wrong?" Build said, voice muffled as he was trapped between Wichapas' biceps and broad chest.

"Nothing." Wichapas kissed the top of his head. "I'm just happy."

Build moved his head, tilting it upward to face him. His arms already wrapped around Wichapas' torso. "Because?"

"Because I have you." Then he kissed his forehead, a sniff kiss.

"You're acting weird. What have you talked about, really?" He's still consistent in trying to gather information.

Wichapas let out a small laugh before kissing his forehead agaid. "So persistent."

They walked back to the driveway where Wichapas' car was parked. Build keeps asking about what they had talked about but Wichapas is consistent with his answer, saying it's a secret.

"Drive safely." Build said as Wichapas opened the door of the driver seat.

"Of course. I'll see you again." Wichapas reach out to him again.

Build held his hands before stepping closer. "Text me when you're home."

"I will." Wichapas kissed his temple.

Build tried looking at Wichapas' eyes, reading his mind. But Wichapas immediately looked away upon seeing Build looking at him intently. He felt a pinch of worry. Wichapas looks fine. Like he said, he looked happy after going out of the room so the talk definitely went well. But why does he look worried now?

"Are you alright?" Build asked.

"Yes. Just thinking about the loads of work I have to do at home." Wichapas smiled again.

"I'm sorry for taking a lot of your time." He felt guilty now that Wichapas mentioned it. Build had been getting his attention since yesterday and he knows his work schedule is affected.

"No, don't say that. You know I love to be with you." Wichapas intertwined their fingers. "I like it when you're near me,love."

Build stopped. He looked at Wichapas with questioning eyes, heart thumping louder. He was caught off guard by the endearment.

"You don't like it?" Wichapas asked. "It's weird if you still call me Lord Wichapas even though we're together now. Do you want another…"

Build tiptoed and dropped a quick kiss to his lips. "I like it, love." And he smiles.

Wichapas answered him with a smile. "I better get going now before I change my mind."

He entered the car and drove away. Build didn't move until the car lost his sight.

Wichapas mind is full while driving. The topics he talked with Build's father bothers him. It ended well, yes. But everything he said was very important and had to be kept in mind. More of it, he has to do something about all of it. During the conversation, Build's father never bowed to him or even addressed him as Lord Wichapas. He was talking to him casually, like a real father talking about his son. He found out that Build's father is a man of dignity. In a short span of time, he saw Build's father as a real father. Wichapas realized that there is one thing they have in common- they want to protect Build at all cost. Wichapas have listed everything that he need to do for the day in his mind. Some are written on Prem's tablet as his schedule and some are just automatically added after talking to Build's father. He just need to do something.

–

The sound of high-heeled shoes clicking on the marble floor of the mansion echoes as a pair of feet continue walking, following a housemaid. They took a left turn and she was guided to a patio where a man is standing, back facing her.

"Lord Arphus, Khun Fah is already here." The housemaid bowed to the man before leaving.

Slowly, Lord Aprhus faced her. He removed the cigarette from his mouth using his fingers.

"Good morning, my lord." Fah bowed.

"Good morning, Khun. Have a seat." Lord Arphus offered a chair to her and sat across. The two chaired-table in the patio are occupied by the two of them. "Honestly, I was surprised when my assistant told me that you called and asked for a visit. May I know what this is all about?" Lord Aprhus takes a sip of his tea.

Fah's cup of tea sat in front of her, smoke dancing in the air, freshly served by a housemaid before she came. "I would like to formally apologize about the encounter last time. I know what I did was wrong. I apologize."

"You don't have to apologize to me. You see, as one of the Lords of the land and a member of the council, it is my duty to maintain peace inside the land. Especially when it happens within my territory."

"I was impulsive at that moment. I didn't intend to cause a scene."

Lord Arphus crossed his legs and rested his back on the chair. "I believe I shouldn't be the one receiving this apology."

Fah's lips curled up secretly before talking. "Yes. I will be talking to Khun Jakapan after this. I will pass by Lord Wichapas' mansion after this meeting with you."

Lord Arphus's eyebrows raised. "Lord Wichapas?"

"Yes, my Lord. Khun Jakapan had been seen and sometimes staying at the house of Lord Wichapas. And the other day, I went to visit him but I found Khun Jakapan there early in the morning saying that he had stayed for the night."

The aristocrat blinked. He can't help but look outside the house to ease the feeling. It was a good sign for Fah to continue.

"Eventually, they are together now. They announced their relationship in the household, right in front of my eyes." Fah continues scanning Lord Arphus' reaction who's still looking outside. "Lord Aprhus, we're losing."

The man snapped his head looking back at her. His hand is balled into fist on his lap. "What does that mean?"

Fah smile, cunning. She takes a sip of her tea, leaving the air intensed. She took her time smelling the aroma of the hot liquid before putting it back down the table. "You like Khun Jakapan for your own needs. I like Lord Wichapas on my own. Them being together doesn't fit right, don't you think my Lord?"

Lord Arphus sat upright, eyes looking intently to the woman. "What are you offering me?"

Fah's smile grew wider as she heard the Lord. "An alliance. I will continue what I have started with Lord Wichapas and you, my Lord, will continue what you are doing to Khun Jakapan. I will get the status that I want and you will get the partner you need as a requirement for the royal examination. A win-win situation for both of us."

–

Days have passed. Everything seems to be fine and at peace. Lord Wichapas and Build's relationship was fine, more than fine. Most of the time, Build felt floating in the air whenever he's thinking of what happened in the last few days. He engaged himself more in the family businesses with his father. Though he never leaves the house often to avoid other people, Wichapas usually visit him at home. Sometimes, the household would be in shock when the aristocrat suddenly appears in the household's driveway. But as days passed by, the people of the house started feeling at ease seeing the Lord roaming around. So, seeing Lord Wichapas in the Puttha household or seeing Build in the Sumettikul mansion is so common these days.

As Build busied himself engaging more to the family business, Wichapas had so much on his plate. He has businesses to operate, brothers to take care of, duties of being a member of the council, preparation for the royal examination, personal businesses he wanted to finish and a boyfriend to satisfy.

But he never sees Build as a responsibility. Surprisingly, Build became his rest. The most comforting place he could ever be is on his side. Build knows when he's tired and would offer something that could make him feel better. Wichapas makes sure he has enough time to Build despite the multiple things he has to work on. And Build never demanded anything from him, though sometimes they argue about Wichapas's sleeping habits. Knowing Wichapas has to spend almost the whole night working inside his office and only a few hours of sleep, Build always points it out. So, Build always makes sure Wichapas is comfortable and resting when they are together.

Like today, Wichapas visited Build at home. They decided to settle under the big tree in the backyard of the house. Summer sun is hanging proudly in the sky this afternoon. The summer breeze feels soft in their skin. Build sitting on the blanket, resting his back on the tree, while Wichapas's head is on his lap, eyes closed.  The moment is just silent and perfect. Build played with Wichapas's hair while looking at his face. He can't help but smile knowing that Wichapas is working very hard but never forget about him. He's not an attention seeker but it feels good to know that he is one of Wichapas' priorities. He never demanded anything but Wichapas always made sure he receive everything.

"Stop staring at me. You'll fall deeper."

Build jolted when Wichapas spoke. He tapped the latter's forehead that made Wichapas wince. "I told you to sleep."

Wichapas laughed, a sound Build wanted to hear forever. "You're so strict. Would you like to be my new assistant? My schedule would be followed firmly for sure." Wichapas opens his eyes and looks up at him.

"Why kick Prem out? He's a good man." Build joked.

Wichapas laughed again. "Yes. But he's too hard working sometimes."

Build love this side of Wichapas, lose and light. No sternness in his voice, not standing firm and no coldness in his expressions. It feels like it is the real Wichapas.

"The academic year is about to start. The kids will go to school soon." Wichapas spoke.

"Really?" Build stopped. "You've been too busy these past few days. Do you need help?"

Wichapas looked back at him, still laying on his lap. He can not believe he has someone that offers help right now. All these years he had been enduring everything alone, fighting alone. It really warms his heart knowing someone is ready to help him with everything. He never felt alone now.

"I can take care of the kids before going to school so you can sleep more in the morning. I know you always sleep late because of work." Build palmed his cheek, thumb running smoothly on his skin.

"I am so lucky to have you." Wichapas placed his hand on top of Build and kissed his palm.

"No. I am the lucky one here. I have a hard working, handsome and a very responsible partner. Who else has it? No one, just me." Build poked Wichapas' nose with his point finger before caressing his cheek once again.

Wichapas' heart started to melt. All these years he had been working hard but no one saw him. Everybody saw him as doing his responsibilities but no one saw him as a human doing his best efforts. No one saw him as Wichapas. He was just seen as Lord Wichapas. And he's glad Build came to his life.

Wichapas sat up, rested beside Build. The latter immediately wrapped his hands around his body, hugging him tight. Build settled his head on Wichapas' chest.

"Are you busy tonight?" Wichapas wrapped his arms around Build, kissing the top of his head.

"Hmm?" Build answered. Wichapas can't help but smile thinking Build is drifting off to sleep.

"Let's have dinner outside tonight." Wichapas started to caress Build's head.

"Just us?" Build asked.

"Yes. Just the two of us."

"Is it a date?" Build remained settled in Wichapas' chest, feeling delighted with the news.

"Yes. We're going on a date." He kissed Build's head once again.

"This is unfair." Build said.

"Hmm?" This time, Wichapas felt more than relaxed with the weather, the place and the person in his arms.

"I told you to sleep but I'm the one sleepy right now." Build suppressed a yawn.

Wichapas laughed. His adorable boyfriend never fails to make him feel giddy with happiness. "Let's sleep together, love."

They both started to drift off to sleep. Build was happy he could get Wichapas rest like he wanted.

–

After the afternoon nap, Wichapas went home to get ready for the date. He went back to the Puttha household to pick up Build at seven. They are now going to the restaurant where Wichapas had a reservation. They are finally having a formal date.

Wichapas is wearing a button up white undershirt, first three buttons neglected, tucked inside a fitted black trouser and topped with a black suit. His hair perfectly set exposing his forehead, not brushed up but neatly set. His neck was left bare and enticing. Build can't help but adore him while he is driving. The way his slender finger holds the steering wheel. The way his undershirt opens whenever he tilts his body to look at the side mirrors. The smell of wood that's a little strong tonight overpowering the scent of mint.

They stopped in front of a high-end restaurant. The glass walls allowed them to see through the inside. There are few people having dinner. Build relaxed a bit. He's still nervous about going out to the crowd but Wichapas is with him. He'll be fine. Wichapas went out of the car and gestured to the valet before rounding the car to open the door for Build. The valet bowed to them before taking the car. Wichapa ssnaked his arms around Build's waist, making the latter inhale a deep breath.

Build is wearing a black suit with a black knitted see-through crop top as undershirt that allows his skin to be almost visible through the lights. Wichapas can't help but look whenever his skin peeks in every step. The crop top shirt sways along with his hips and the suit fails the job to cover Build's body. His hair was sitting perfectly on the side of his forehead defining his beautiful physical features.

The receptionist bowed to them and upon seeing Wichapas she assisted them to the back of the restaurant. Build is a little confused when they pass through the tables and completely go outside of the restaurant through a widely open door. They stepped into a beautiful garden filled with flowers and lights. Build roamed his eyes, admiring the place. They were guided to a table for two in the middle of the garden. There are other people in the area, sitting at their table and eating, but they are a couple of meters away from each other giving them enough privacy.

"Someone will attend to you soon. Have a great evening, Lord Wichapas and Khun Jakapan." The receptionist bowed to them with a lovely smile.

Build is not sure if he muttered a thank you to her but in his head he did. He's completely occupied admiring the place. He looked up, they were outdoors with only the dark sky covering them above. The whole place is amazing. His smile never left his lips while looking around.

Wichapas pulled a chair for him to sit on. "I hope you like it." He said as he sat on his own chair across Build.

"This is beautiful. Thank you." Build smiled sweetly.

Shortly, someone started serving them food along with a bottle of champagne. The evening is more than great. They shared stories and laughter. As the evening deepened, Wichapas removed the suit he was wearing and left it hanging at the backrest of his chair.

"Are you okay?" Build asked.

"Yes. It's a bit hot. Do you feel fine?" Wichapas asked him.

"I'm fine." Build knotted his eyebrows a little.

Does he feel hot even when they are outside? The place is open and the air is a little cold on Build's skin. Maybe because he was wearing a see-through crop top and Wichapas' suit is too thick, he reasoned to himself.

They continued eating until they heard the soft sound of the violin not so far away. Build immediately perked up and saw Wichapas waiting for his reaction. They smiled at each other. Build wondered his eyes around and saw a man playing. The violinist is standing in a small platform he failed to see earlier. The sound was sweet and slow. He was hypnotized by the music. He never knew when Wichapas stood up and walked beside him. He looked up when he saw a hand offered to him.

"May I have the pleasure to dance with you?"

Build's heart melted. He looked around seeing other people dancing in their places as well. He smiled as he accepted the hand. They stepped aside for the dance. Wichapas guided his arms to rest on his shoulder and grabbed his waist after. Too close. Their bodies started swaying in the rhythm of the music, slow and sweet. He can't help but get lost in the moment. How is everything so perfect? Everything feels like they are meant to happen. It feels unreal. The music is slow but his heart is dancing fast, neglecting the smoothness of the moment.

Wichapas moved, closing the space between them until their foreheads touched. He saw Build smile once more as he closed his eyes. Wichapas remained staring at his face, memorizing every inch of it. His long lashes that are almost touching his cheeks, his pointed nose, his thin red lips. Wichapas' hands moved. He slipped both of his hands inside Build's suit and rested them on his waist again. The crop top undershirt lifted and his bare hands touching the soft skin. Build's breath hitched as he felt warm hands on his bare skin, thumb started to draw circles. His hand fell on his nape and started to play with Wichapas' hair. The latter let out a long exhale, hot on Build's cheek. Build opened his eyes seeing Wichapas close his own. The smell of wood invaded his breathing. It's getting stronger. The smell gives him a feeling of daylight camping in the middle of the woods on a summer day. Warm, peaceful and relaxing. And something was awakened inside of him. It felt like a bubble popped inside his stomach. And from there, internal heat started to invade his body.

Both of them are immersed in their own world. They were too close, touching each other intimately. Build's palm traveled from his head to his nape until it rested on the side of his neck. Long fingers sitting perfectly on his skin. It felt like they belonged there. Wichapas didn't realize he was breathing on his mouth, deep and long breaths. He continued caressing Build's side, trying to even his breathing. He tried breathing through his nose again. Wine. The air smells like freshly opened red wine. He leaned closer to smell more. The sweet smell mixed with a hint of bitterness is addicting. How come Build smells like red wine when they drink champagne during dinner?

"You're hot. Are you alright?" Build said, almost whispering, fingers traveling from Wichapas neck down to his open chest. "Are you sick?"

Wichapas' eyes snapped open, meeting Build's gaze. Build witnessed as Wichapas' iris grew big and dark. He felt amazed. Wichapas inhaled once more, taking all the scent he could get and keep it inside of him, before pulling away.

"We have to leave." He said as he intertwined their hands. He grabbed his suit on the chair with his free hand before pulling Build to get out of the place.

"What's going on? Are you alright?" Build tightened his hold on Wichapas' hand worriedly.

"I'm fine but I have to send you home now." Wichapas answered without looking at him.

They stopped in front of the restaurant waiting for the valet to bring the car. When the car came, Wichapas immediately opened the door for him and went to the driver seat. He threw his suit at the backseat of the car before driving. Build observed him as he looked uneasy trying to focus on the road. He grabbed his stomach as he felt something coiling inside. His feet started to get cold as he smelled the air inside the car. The scent of wood is suffocating, pinching something inside of him. He did his best to stay calm but his heart is beating so much faster than normal. Adding to the worry he is feeling for Wichapas' sudden uneasiness.

How can a perfect night turn into something stressful?

The drive was fast. They were in Build's driveway in no time.

"Love, is everything fine?"  Build tried to ask again as the car stopped.

This time, Wichapas looked at him intently. Eyes didn't remain steady as it roamed around his facial features. The smell of red wine was engraved in Wichapas' mind. It's hypnotizing and making him crazy. He pulled Build for a hug, nose buried on the latter's temple. Build reciprocated the action, face buried to the crook of his neck, enjoying the suffocating scent of wood and a small hint of mint. Wichapas dropped a kiss on his temple, seeking distraction over the things he is thinking right now. He pushed Build away but not too far. He leaned in until their faces were just inches away from each other. Their lips are almost brushing. Wichapas tried his best not to dive in. He is so drunk with the smell. The smell of freshly opened red wine made him dizzy and almost out of control.

"You smell so good, love." Wichapas closed his eyes as he took a deep breath once again.

Build halted. He pushed Wichapas a bit with wide eyes. "You can smell me?"

Instead of answering his question, Wichapas spoke. "You have to go while I can still take control." Eyes dim and scary.

"W-what? Why?" Build tried to get an answer but Wichapas went out of the car and opened the car door on Build's side. He held his hand gently to help him out.

Build's body shivered with the contact. The coil in his stomach tightened as he felt the hot palm of Wichapas on his. Once they settled outside of the car, Wichapas pulled him closer, sniffing and kissing his forehead.

"I'll see you in a couple of days. I love you." Wichapas whispered before hurriedly went back inside the car. He didn't even wait for Build's answer.

–

(𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑'𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑)

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘. 𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑀𝑟. 𝑃𝑢𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘.

"𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑡." 𝑀𝑟. 𝑃𝑢𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝐻𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦.

𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝐻𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑝 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑝 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑. 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑦𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝑌𝑒𝑠, ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑠. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑠 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑'𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔.

"𝐼 𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑦." 𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑.

𝑀𝑟. 𝑃𝑢𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑎. "𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦." 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟, 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠. "𝐼 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒. 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒."

𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔.

"𝐼 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑. 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒. 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢." 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚. "𝑀𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡. 𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑟𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑛, 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒."

𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑠. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑟𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙.

"𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑂𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛. 𝐼 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑠. 𝑀𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒. 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝐴 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑟, 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. 𝑆𝑜, 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑎𝑙. 𝐴 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑖𝑡.  𝐼𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠. 𝐼𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒'𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒. 𝑆𝑜, 𝐼 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖."

𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒.

"𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑦. 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑, 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡. 𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑." 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ. 𝐻𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑."𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑦. 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑'𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦. 𝐼𝑓 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒, ℎ𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛. 𝑅𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙. 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛."

𝑀𝑟. 𝑃𝑢𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑢𝑝. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡, ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑠. "𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑚 𝐼 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑢𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠." 𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠. "𝑆𝑜, 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛. 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟."

𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝑁𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑐ℎ, 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐻𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔.

"𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦. 𝑀𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛. 𝑌𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑤𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑'𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦."

𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑'𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒. "𝐼 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝐼 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛'𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐻𝑖𝑚 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛."

𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝑌𝑒𝑠, 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐴𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐻𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠. 𝐼𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠? 𝑊𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟? 𝐼𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠?

"𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒."

"𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒." 𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙. "𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐼 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑡𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛."

"𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒. 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑, ℎ𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒."

𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑑𝑠. "𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙."

"𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔." 𝑀𝑟. 𝑃𝑢𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. "𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒. "

𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑦.

"𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎."

𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑. 𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑡. "𝐵𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡."

"𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔, ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑. 𝑀𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐼 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑡, 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎. 𝑈𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑, ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝. 𝐻𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑠. 𝐼 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙."

"𝐻𝑒'𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙." 𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒. 𝐷𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑒.

"𝑀𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔."

𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠'𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔.

"𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝑆𝑜, 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙." 𝑀𝑟. 𝑃𝑢𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑡, 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟.

"𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑒?" 𝐻𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑, 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠.

"𝑌𝑒𝑠. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤." 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑡, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔.

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢." 𝑀𝑟. 𝑃𝑢𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑.

"𝑊ℎ𝑦?" 𝐻𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑.

"𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟."

𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ, ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠.

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑔𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑒. 𝐶𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑝 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒."

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑏 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑏, 𝑀𝑟. 𝑃𝑢𝑡𝑡ℎ𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.

"𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠."

𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤, 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑘𝑦.

"𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒."

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It has been five days since Build last heard from Wichapas. He can’t help but to worry. Build tried calling him through his phone but he never answered, even the messages. He tried calling Prem to ask about him but the man only said that his master is quite busy. Build asked if he could pay him a visit but Prem said he requested not to get visitors for a few days. It was very unusual. Build hasn't received any message from him since that night.

Build recalled the last moment they were together. It was a pleasant night to start with. They are both dressed up beautifully and the moment was captivating. Not until they started to dance and get intimate. Wichapas hurriedly sent him home and left as fast as he could. After that, nothing else. Since that night as well, Build started to have occasional stomach ache which sometimes accompanied by headache. Maybe he was just too worried with Wichapas. Maybe the pain is caused by his stress thinking of what could be the reason for his sudden actions.

“You’re leaving?” His father asked during breakfast.

“Yes. I’m thinking of visiting the mansion today.” Build answered, pertaining to Lord Wichapas’ mansion.

“I haven’t seen him these days. Is he busy?” His father continued eating.

“He’s quite busy these days, that’s why he can’t pay a visit. I’ll tell him you miss him.” Build joked.

His father laughed a little. “You’re the one missing him, why are you pointing it on me?”

He still can’t believe his father agreed to their relationship easily. The day his father and Wichapas had a talk, his Dad never asked him about anything. In fact, he never heard anything whenever he left the house aside from the ‘where are you going?’ question. He knows his father is greatly protective of him but when it comes to Wichapas, he's too loose.

“Do you feel better already? Does your stomach still hurt?” Aunt Praya asked with worried eyes as he heard their conversation, putting the newly baked muffins on the table.

“I feel fine, Auntie. Don’t worry.” Build smiled at her.

“You should visit a doctor, maybe. Let’s get you a check up.” His father said.

Build shook his head. “There’s no need for that, Dad.”

“It's been days since you have that occasional stomach ache. You should get checked.” His father stopped eating and looked at him, full of worry.

“You should not worry about me, Dad. Besides, Aunt Praya’s tea always makes me feel better. I’ll tell you when it gets worse.” Build tried to convince his father.

The older man just looked at him, trying to communicate with Build through his eyes. But the younger one just tilted his head to the side and let out the puppy dog eyes he always used to coax people around him. He heard his father sighed and got back to eating.

They heard a laugh from Aunt Praya. “I know you’ll lose.” looking at his father.

“He’s always like that when he wants something.” His father continued eating.

“Like what? Hmmm?” Build tilted his head from left to right playfully, annoying his father.

“Stop being silly and eat. I baked a lot of muffins. You should bring some to the mansion. The kids will love it.” Aunt Praya told him laughing.

“See? You’re taking his side now. I thought you’re worried about him?” his father looked at the elder.

“Sssshh! Eat. Your car is waiting for you outside.” And Aunt Praya left them.

“Did she just indirectly tell me to leave? Am I not paying her enough to respect me?” his father looked at Build, who’s currently suppressing a laugh.

“Maybe she’s fed up with us. Give her a vacation.” Build suggested.

“Who’ll take over the house? Will you?” Build’s father raised an eyebrow.

“I know how to do the house chores,of course, but let’s be honest that it’ll be hard without her.” and both of them laughed.

–

Build arrived at the Sumettikul mansion. He went out of the car, holding a paper bag full of muffins. The moment he stepped on the foyer, two housemaids quickly approached him with complete shock on their faces.

“Khun Jakapan.” They both bowed to him. “W-why are you here, Khun?”

Build’s eyebrows creased. Why are they in panic?

“Well, I want to bring the kids some muffins. Are you okay?” He asked, looking at the two housemaids alternately.

“Y-yes. We are fine, Khun. The kids are at the fountain. Let me guide you there.” One of the housemaids led him to the fountain.

Build became more suspicious. It seems like they don’t want Build to be inside the house? Are they hiding something from him?

They reached the fountain at Build and heard the laughter of the kids.

“Young masters, Khun Jakapan is here to visit you.” The maid said.

The kids squealed in glee. They ran to him and hugged his thighs tightly.

“Phi, why did you just visit us now?” Ta asked.

Dao appeared from the back of the fountain, holding some paper ships. She widened her eyes too before bowing to him. After that, she looked at the housemaid who accompanied Build and quickly went beside her. They started whispering about things that Build wasn’t able to comprehend well. They nudged each other too.

“Phi, what is this?” Build was out of his reverie when Tin tried to peek in the paper bag he was holding.

“Oh. Aunt Praya baked muffins and told me to give you some.”

The kids jumped up and down before receiving the paper bag. Build crouched down to level the kids before asking them in a very low voice. He made sure that the housemaids would not hear.

“Where’s Hia?” he asked.

Tin stuffed his mouth with the muffin before answering. “He’s in his room.”

“He hasn’t been out these past few days.” Ta spoke before biting his own muffin.

Build felt more suspicious.

𝐼𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘? 𝑂𝑟 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚? 𝑂𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒?

He shook his head. He’s overthinking. Maybe he was just busy.

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚? 𝐼𝑓 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘, 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒?

“I have to talk to Hia first. Let’s play later, okay?” the kids smiled at him, faces started to get messy with the muffins.

He messed up their hair before getting up. Build faced the housemaids to find out that only Dao was there, smiling at him nervously.

“I’ll go inside first. I need to talk to Lord Wichapas.” Build said.

Dao flinched. “B-But…” she looked inside the house and then went back to Build. She sighed heavily before bowing to him.

Build walk passed through her but before he reached the door going back inside, he saw Prem going out from the common restroom. Upon seeing Build, Prem was also in shock and quickly grabbed the tablet on one of the tables. He tapped a few times before looking at him with horror. Build went near him and smiled nervously.

“Khun Jakapan.” he bowed. “I didn’t know you were coming. I just saw the message from the front gate that you came. Lord Wichapas is currently out of the house to attend some important matters…”

“He’s in his room. The kids told me.” Build said, face calm and looking directly at Prem. “I need to see him.”

“No, Khun.” Prem shook his hands in front of him, trying to stop Build from going upstairs.

Build squinted his eyes. “Are you hiding something from me? Or is HE hiding something from me?” He crossed his arms on his chest and raised his left eyebrow.

Prems suddenly became pale. “N-No. No, Khun. He’s quite busy and maybe… not feeling quite well yet.” he whispered the last words but still loud enough for Build to hear.

“Was he sick?” Build asked, removing his hands on his chest, voice suddenly full of worry.

“No..uhm..Not the sickness you are thinking but..you see..uhm..” Prem scratched his head.

“Let me see him.”

Prem was about to stop him but Build looked at him with annoyance. The poor assistant could do nothing but sigh and let him go up the stairs. That was the first time he saw Build a little mad. Build takes a mental note of apologizing to Prem later.

He went straight to Wichapas’ room. He almost smiled thinking that he already knew the ways inside this house. Maybe he spent too much time here already. But his mind suddenly jumps to the thought that Wichapas might be hiding something inside his room. He’ll know when he gets there.

Build stopped in front of the door before knocking three times. But he got no answer. So, he knocked once again before speaking.

“Can I come in?” he asked. But like earlier, he received nothing as an answer.

He took the chance and held the doorknob before twisting it. He held his breath when he found out that it was unlocked. Build became skeptical. Was he ready to see what’s inside? What if his worst assumption is correct? To finish his dilemma, he pushed the door open and went inside. He was welcomed by a very dark room, even the curtains were closed. Nothing, he sees nothing. He closed the door behind him with a click before trying to find the light switch. After a few moments of battling with the darkness, he found the light switch and turned it on.

Build was shock. Wichapas was one of the neatest people he ever knew, aside from his brother who’s a clean freak. But today, Wichapas’ room is in a complete mess. Blankets and clothes all over the floor with some bottles of water and other beverages. Bathroom and walk-in closet’s room was left wide open. Build stepped carefully, trying to avoid the mess on the floor. He went straight to the bed and found a sleeping body under the blanket. It’s Wichapas, laying on his stomach, shirtless and deeply asleep. Build sighed. He sat down on the bed next to him and pressed his palm on his forehead. He’s not sick, he thought. He roamed his eyes once again. It’s too messy. The air conditioner is turned off so it’s a little hot.  Build started picking up the empty bottles and putting them aside but the other accidentally bump the others and made a noise. He looked back at the bed to check if he woke him up. Wichapas stirred. Build went near him with a worried look.

Wichapas sat up and rested his body on the headboard. His head is aching and his vision is still a bit blurry. He messed his hair before he realized he’s not alone. Wichapas looked up, adjusting his vision to see who was the person standing beside his bed. Shock was evident when he realized who it was. He looked at him with wide eyes.

“What? You can’t believe that you’re seeing me after hiding for several days?” Build placed his hands on his waist, eyebrows raised, clearly annoyed.

Wichapas gulped. His body felt hotter than before after seeing Build. He felt more thirsty right now. This is still a critical day but at least he can control it now. Wichapas tried calming himself. He takes deep breaths before sitting on the edge of the bed, blanket put aside.

Build has to swallow an invisible lump on his throat upon seeing the other's body. He tried averting his gaze somewhere so he could not stare at him. He couldn't be distracted about his skin that is slightly glistening from pearls of sweat, his well-toned abs, on how his muscles stretch whenever he moves or even the unbuttoned short that was delicately hanging on his waist where his V-line was visible. No, Build is not distracted.

He took Build’s hands and guided him to sit on his lap. He immediately buried his face on his neck.

“So, who are you hiding here? Where’s your secret lover? Tell me.” Build asked. He’s trying to pretend to be mad and suspicious.

Wichapas laughed. It vibrated to Build’s body and the latter had shivers. “Why are you laughing? Can’t you see I’m mad?”

Build felt a pair of lips on his skin, a sniff kiss. “I miss you. So much.” Wichapas snaked his arms on Build's waist, holding him closer.

Build sighed as a sign of defeat. He can’t pretend he’s mad any longer. He wrapped his arms around Wichapas’ neck. “What happened to you?”

Silence. The whole room became silent. Wichapas’ breathing became deeper and faster, it seems like he’s calming himself.

“Are you okay?” Build palmed his cheeks and moved his head to look at him.

Wichapas’ eyes are hooded and seems like he’s sleep deprived though he found him sleeping earlier. The man just nodded as an answer.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

Wichapas looked him in the eyes, glassy but dark. Seems like Wichapas is lost in his thoughts but suddenly he came back to reality. “Why are you here? I told Prem to keep you away from me for a few days.”

Build nods. “I see. That’s why he tried to lie to me again earlier. My suspicion was right, you’re hiding something from me.” he squinted his eyes. “Or someone, maybe.”

Wichapas laughed again. “You think so?”

Build sniffs. He felt something on his nose and rubbed it. “You really have someone in here?” he was glaring at Wichapas and then sniffed again. “Answer me right now.”

“What would you do if I really had someone here with me?” Wichapas asked, with challenging eyes.

Build’s glare intensified. “Do you smoke?” his eyes started to get watery.

Wichapas creased his eyebrow. Build was about to rub his nose again but Wichapas halted him. “I do. Why?”

Build sniffed again, eyes now watery. “You should take a bath. I need to open the window.” He was about to stand up but Wichapas held his waist. So, he palmed his cheek. “It’s just my allergy. I’m allergic to nicotine. I’ll be fine if I get some fresh air.”

Wichapas blinked. He should’ve known. Build’s father told him to stop smoking but never told the reason why. Now he knows. He nodded and Build stood up. He went straight to the curtain, opened it up and opened the glass door going to the balcony of the room. Sunlight and fresh air entered the room making the ambiance more friendly for Build.

Wichapas quickly stood up and went to the bathroom. He took time cleaning his whole body. He almost used all his body wash and shampoo to remove the smell of cigarettes. He brushed his teeth thrice to make sure his breath didn't smell. But he’s not satisfied yet. So, he went back again to the shower and bathed. At this point, his skin might peel off his body because he keeps rubbing with scented body wash. After that, he went back to the sink to brush his teeth again and finish it with a mouthwash. Wichapas put on his robe before going out.

Build went out of Wichapas’ walk-in closet the same time the owner went out of the bathroom. He is now wearing a new pair of clothes from the closet. Build smiled upon seeing him.

“I borrowed your clothes, I hope you don’t mind.”

Wichapas smiled back before going near him. He was about to hug Build but he stopped him. “No. You’re still wet. I don’t want to borrow more of your clothes. Go get dressed.”

Build turned around and walked away. Wichapas scratched the back of his head before going inside the walk-in closet to change. He went back wearing a plain white shirt and a black shorts. He immediately looked for Build. The room is now clean and sheets were changed. The door opened and Build came in with a tray of water and muffins.

“I went down to give them the hamper. It’s full already.” He placed down the tray on the bedside table before going near him. “Aunt Praya baked some muffins. Try them.”

Wichapas guided him to the bed and sat down. He pulled Build to sit on his lap, wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his face on his neck again. Wichapas took a long deep breath. Build’s hand started to caress his wet hair.

“What happened to you, really? I’m so worried to the point that I started to think something bad. Your assistant and housemaids are bad at lying.”

He felt Wichapas smile.

“If I didn’t come today I wouldn't know your state.” Build continued.

“I’m glad you just came today.” The other answered, face still buried on his neck while slightly sniffing.

Wichapas’ hands started to run up and down his back. Build’s breath hitched as he felt Wichapas’ fingers tracing his back bone through his skin.

Since when did his hand go inside my shirt?

“What does that mean?”He slapped Wichapas’ shoulder. “What if I came yesterday? Or the other day?”

“Things could’ve gone bad.” Wichapas’ nose started exploring his neck.

Build felt Wichapas’ breath on his skin. The way this man always makes his way to him. He’s extra clingy right now. Though Build was used to his touch whenever they were alone but, right now, this man is something more. The warm breath traveled from his neck to his jaw. His hands still don't stop from exploring his back.

“How bad?” Build asked, trying to compose himself. His eyes wanted to shut but he kept his sanity.

“I was in a rut.”

Build stiffened. His breath almost stopped as he felt a lump on his throat. He totally forgot Wichapas could be an alpha. He had been guessing based on his demeanor but he eventually forgot. Though he is an omega, he can’t smell.

Wichapas felt the change of atmosphere. He pulled away to look him in the eye.

“You’re an alpha?” Build asked.

The other nodded and smiled at him. A glitch of pain was evident on Build’s eyes. His mind had been clouded with a lot of thoughts. Build blinked twice before standing up.

“You should eat. You must be starving. Your brothers said you didn’t come out.” Build cleared his throat, trying to push away the thoughts he had in mind.

Wichapas stood up as well before holding his hands. “What’s wrong?”

Build shakes his head. “Nothing. I’m just worried about you.”

“I’m fine. I’m always alone during my rut. I’m used to it.”

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝑊𝑒’𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

Build can't help but think of it. He felt a little ashamed about it. About the fact he’s an omega but he can’t feel it when his alpha is in rut. He can’t even smell him.

Wichapas cupped his face and lifted it a little to look him in the eye. “Talk to me, love.”

Build blinked. It felt like Wichapas knew what he was thinking. He took a deep breath.

“You should’ve told me. No, I should’ve known that night but…” 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎.

“It’s fine. You don’t have to worry. Stop thinking about it.”

“You know?” Build looked at him with questioning eyes.

Wichapas smiled and kissed him on the temple before hugging him tight. How did he know? Only the household knew about it. Only his father and his brother….

“Dad told you?” He pushed him away. He wanted an answer.

Wichapas nods. “Because he wanted me to be aware.”

𝐴𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡? 𝑂𝑓 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎? 𝐷𝑖𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝? 𝐼𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑊𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒? 𝑁𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒.

“Hey, speak. What’s on your mind? Hmm?” Wichapas rubbed both of his arms with his hands.

“Lunch. What do you want for lunch? I’ll tell them to cook something…” his lips slightly quiver.

“No. Love, talk to me. Tell me what you are thinking. I want to know.” Wichapas held his hands and squeezed it a little.

“I just… I just feel like…You know, maybe I’m not…” 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝐼’𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

“I want you to breathe. Calm down.” He tried comforting him.

Build suddenly laughed a little. “Sorry. Just overthinking things. Don’t mind me. I’m fine.” and then he wrapped his arms around Wichapas.

“Love.” Wichapas said, low and sounds like a warning.

Build swallowed the lump on his throat, trying to suppress the tears that were trying to escape in his eyes. “Let’s go downstairs. The kids are looking for you. Please?”

Wichapas removed his arms from hugging and looked at him in the eyes. They were pleading. The more he stared the more Build wanted to cry his heart out.

“Please?”

Wichapas gave up. They went down to meet the kids. Though his eyes never left Build and tried to observe his movement. He looks completely normal outside but Wichapas knows better. Build has something in mind and he doesn’t want to speak out. He looked over to his brothers, they were laughing really loud, evidently happy to see their Phi Build again. And then he looked at Prem, who’s looking at Build with creased eyebrows.

“Those aren’t the clothes he was wearing when he came earlier.” Prem whispered but Wichapas heard it. He snapped his head beside him to look at his master. When he realized he was looking at him, Prem smirked.

“It’s not what you think.” Wichapas said defensively.

But Prem gave him a teasing look.

“Stop.”

But Prem didn’t budge, still giving him the ‘I know what you did’ look.

“Shut it!” annoyed, Wichapas went near the others.

–

Things were back to normal again. Wichapas is back to working. It was a very common scenario for them already. Whenever Wichapas is in rut, he'll cage himself inside his room until it subsides. Only Prem is allowed to enter the room to give him food and beverages. But most of the time, he wanted to be alone, dealing with the pain on his own. Wichapas is aware that if he only has an omega to spend the rut with, it will be easier. But no, he doesn't like that. He'd rather deal with the pain of an unsatisfied rut than sleeping with an omega he didn't know. But the last time was different. The moment he felt like it was coming, he almost jumped into Build. He wanted to taste him. But he contained himself. The first day of his rut, he was itching to reach out to his boyfriend but he decided not to. He knows that Build will never deny him but he doesn't want to take advantage. So, just like how he always does, he deals with it alone.

Wichapas is sitting in his office when Prem knocks before entering. He quickly stood in front of his master.

"Sir, the car is ready."

The aristocrat stood up and fixed his clothing then he stepped to the door. He was about to go out when he remembered something.

"Prem, I forgot my phone on the table."

"Alright, Sir."

Prem turned back and went to the table. He grabbed the phone but before he left something caught his eyes. Prem stepped closer to check the trash bin beside his master's table. He creased his eyebrows when he found out what's inside. Packs of cigarettes were thrown. Prem knows it was the imported packs of cigarettes that his master always orders. There were open packs but most of them were sealed and untouched. Those are his master's favorite cigarette, why did he throw it all? He looked at the door and upon knowing nobody was there, he quickly ran outside. He must be waiting for him in the car.

The ride was quiet. Wichapas kept his gaze outside the car. He was thinking about his schedule for today. It has to be a success.

"Sir, Khun Jakapan sent you a message. Should I open it for you?" Prem asked from the front seat.

"Give me that." Wichapas said.

Prem twisted his body to hand him the phone. Wichapas quickly open the message.

(𝐻𝑖. 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦? 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔?)

Wichapas can't help but smile. Sometimes, Build sends him messages like this when he is bored.

"𝑂𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑌𝑜𝑢?"

It didn't even take a minute before a reply was received.

( 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑.)

Wichapas laughed a little with the cuteness. He can imagine Build making faces to show he is bored. It didn't escape Prem's ear but he didn't look back, he just smiled on his own.

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡."

He didn't even bother to close the message board as he waited for a reply.

( 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜…)

The man was about to type a reply when Prem spoke.

"Sir, we are here."

Wichapas immediately looked outside before tapping a reply.

"𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟."

But Build sent him a rolling eyes emoji. Wichapas creases his eyebrows and hesitates. Then another message came.

(𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐻𝑎ℎ𝑎ℎ𝑎ℎ𝑎! 𝐺𝑜 𝑜𝑛. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙. 𝐵𝑦𝑒 𝑏𝑦𝑒.)

Wichapas sighed in relief. He knows his boyfriend is not a handful, well sometimes he's silly, but he always understands his work schedule.

"𝑂𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒. 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢."

He didn't wait for another reply. He kept his phone in his pocket before going down the car. Prem followed him and they both went inside the building.

Bureau of Investigation Office

Wichapas was immediately accepted to go inside the chief investigator's office. He was an anticipated guest. Wichapas asked Prem to schedule a meeting for him. He wanted a discreet conversation with the chief so he told his assistant to stay outside.

"It was a pleasure to see you here, Lord Wichapas." The chief bowed to him. "Please have a seat."

Wichapas sat in front of the table, looking calm but intimidating. He roamed his eyes around the room before looking back to the chief.

"What can I do for you today, Sir?"

"I am here to get an update about Lord Sonchai's death case. As it is related to Khun Jakapan's case, of which I am one of the witnesses, I want to know the progress of the investigation." Wichapas crossed his legs and rested his back on the chair.

"The investigation is going well. Actually, I have a feeling that we are almost there to know the culprit. The evidence was slowly showing up."

Wichapas' breath hitched but he kept himself composed.

"I am immensely astonished with your dedication. It is a good decision for the King to appoint you as the chief of investigations. You are doing your job really well."

The chief smiled at him proudly. "Thank you, Sir."

"But that is not the reason why I am here." The chief's smile faded as he looked at the man in front of him. "I want to give you an offer. A generous one."

The chief kept on looking at him, a hint of expectation was evident on it.

Wichapas had his own investigation. He found out that this man is greedy. He's been accepting money from families who want to buy justice. He is not an apprentice of law, he is a slave of money. And Wichapas is sure, he's been accepting money from the Lord Sonchai's family to find out the culprit faster. He's been accepting bribes from other families as well.

"Five million for deleting all the evidence found, five million for closing the case, five million for stepping down your position, five million for leaving this country, five million for your children's education and another ten million for starting a new life. Thirty-five million in total. Not a bad deal, isn't it?"

The chief was stunned. He was never offered this big before. But he was confused.

"Why are you doing this, Lord Wichapas?" He asked.

The man stood up. "Another five million if you don't ask any question." He started walking around the office, checking the certificate of recognitions and awards on the display.

"And another ten million if everything is done by tomorrow." Wichapas looked around. "What can you say, Chief?"

The chief remained seated, obviously thinking about his offer. But Wichapas is confident he would accept it. Getting fifty million just by answering a 'yes' is rare to find. The man on his seat took a deep breath.

"Everything will be done by tomorrow, my Lord."

Wichapas smiled before bidding his goodbye.

As dirty as it may sound, he has to do it. He cannot risk anything when he knows that Build's father's life is in danger. If the bureau completed the evidence pointing to Build's father as the killer, Lord Sonchai's family would do everything to kill him. And he can not afford to see Build in pain. The thought of Build suffering crashed him. So, he has to act fast. He has to protect Build. And he's willing to do everything to make him safe. 

Chapter Text

Tin and Ta are going to start their kindergarten journey. The kids were nervous and Wichapas is no better. He wants his brothers to be safe at all costs. That is why he opted for a private day care who has only a few kids. That made him more relieved knowing that the day care was safe and private. But kindergarten is different. There is a royal school where children who belong to families with higher positions are studying. The school provides no limits, as long as you have the money to pay for the tuition fees and other expenses, you can get in. At that point, commoners have no ability to pay for the extremely high tuition fee so they settle for the public schools provided by the government.

As the school year begins, Tin and Ta get ready for the first day. They woke up early today to get ready for school. Days ago, they were excited about going to school but today the kids were gloomy. This is the first time they are going to a school with more people. This time they are not just ten in class, they might be fifteen, twenty or a lot more. When they were already wearing their school uniforms and all set, Dao led them to the way downstairs for breakfast. They were about to go down when Wichapas went out of his room, dressed well.

“Good morning, Hia.” Tin and Ta greeted him.

“Good morning. Are you ready for school?” Wichapas asked before crouching down to level the kids.

The twins just look at each other. They are nervous.

“Let’s go eat breakfast then I will send you to school, alright?” the older tapped their heads before holding their hands while going down the staircase.

They entered the dining room and they were greeted with a sunny smile.

“Good morning!” Build greeted them with all enthusiasm.

The kids ran to him and gave a tight hug. He crouched down.

“Are you excited?” He asked the twins but, like before, the twins just looked at each other. “Why? What’s wrong?” He looked up when Wichapas went near them.

“They are nervous.” The man said.

Build stood up and helped the kids to their chairs before going near his boyfriend. Wichapas automatically wrapped his arm to Build’s waist and kissed him in the forehead. “Good morning. You’re early today.”

Build smiled. “Good morning. Of course I’m early. It’s the first day of school, I won’t miss this for the kids.”

Wichapas just nods before looking back to the kids who already started eating their breakfast.

Build saw his reaction, so he palmed his cheek. “Seems like someone is nervous too.”

The man looked at him with a frown.

“They’ll be fine. It’s a school. They’ll make a lot of friends.” Build assured him but the crease on his eyebrows never left. “Come on, stop worrying. Are you sending them to school? I want to go with you, can I?” he smiled showing his dimples.

Wichapas’ heart melted. The way Build cares for his feelings and for his brothers’ well being is too much. Even the most frozen heart will surely melt with his adorable face and kindness. Or maybe he’s just too whipped?

“Alright.” He sniff kissed Build’s temple before walking to the table.

“Who wants to be sent to school by me?” Build said as he sat down with them for breakfast.

“MEEEEE!!” the kids shouted, lifting their hands in the air.

And with that, the atmosphere suddenly became lighter and cheerful. Build kept talking to the kids how exciting it would be to meet new friends at school. Of course, they were still nervous but it would be fun.

–

Prem was tasked to deliver a document to one of his master’s business partners. It was a very important document and only he was trusted to do it. It was successfully delivered and he’s on his way going back to the mansion. He was about to open his car when a familiar voice called him.

“Khun Prem?”

He turned around to see who it was.

“Prem, right? Lord Wichapas’ assistant.” It was Lord Arphus.

Prem immediately bowed to him, greeting him a good morning. He was confused. What could be the reason why he was approached? Lord Arphus and his master are not actually on good terms. And How did he know his name?

“What are you doing here? Are you with your master?” the man asked.

Too friendly. Prem noted in his mind that Lord Arphus is currently being too friendly to him. It was well known in the land that Lord Arphus is one of the most intimidating people, like his master of course. But today, Lord Arphus is all-smiley and soft-spoken. Prem was on alert.

“No, Lord Arphus. I was tasked with some important job around here.”

“Hardworking, I see.” Lord Aprhus smirked. “Well, I do know a newly opened coffee shop nearby. Maybe we can sit there for a while as I do have some proposals for you.”

For me? Oh, maybe for Lord Wichapas, he meant to say.

“Regarding business, I believe you should talk to Lord Wichapas himself. I will tell him you have something in mind and I will give a call if he’s willing to discuss it.” Prem is slowly getting nervous.

“No, I said the proposal I have is for you. We should sit down and talk about it.” Lord Arphus stepped forward, demeanor suddenly changing into cunning. “Shall we?” and he led the way.

Prem was nervous but very much curious about the proposal itself. What could it be that Lord Arphus is so consistent on having business with an assistant? With a curious and confused mind, Prem followed him.

With two cups of hot tea sitting perfectly on the wooden table, Prem and Lord Arphus sat across each other. Prem slightly shivers about the fact that Lord Arphus is in front of him.

“Don’t get me wrong Lord Arphus but we need this conversation fast. Lord Wichapas is waiting for me.” Prem tried to calm himself despite being nervous. He needs to be cautious. He needs to be calm in order to converse clearly.

“I’m sorry for stealing your working hours. This will be quick.” The aristocrat crossed his legs before resting his back to the wooden chair. “How long have you been working for Lord Wichapas?”

Prem tilted his head, confused. “I am sorry, Sir, but I can not answer anything about my employment with Lord Wichapas.”

“You’re so loyal. I wonder if my offer will ever catch your interest.” Lord Arphus took a sip of his tea. “I want to ask if you would like to work for me. I’ll give twice the amount Lord Wichapas is paying you.”

Prem’s eyebrows creased. He’s being pirated.

“But your job will be the same. You’ll work for Lord Wichapas like what you are doing today. The only difference is that you have to tell me all his important schedules and deals. And you keep an eye on him and Khun Jakapan. As easy as that.”

–

The kids loved the school, like how Build told them, Tin and Ta made new friends. They always talk about what they did every day and have always been excited about going to school. At times, Build tried his best to be there in the morning to make them breakfast and send them to school.

But today, his stomach really aches. He woke up in the dawn, feeling the intense pain. He waited until Aunt Praya woke up to ask for tea. By the time the household is awake, the pain slightly calmed down. Build felt like he was going to throw up everytime the pain attacked. It was much more painful than the previous days. He doesn’t want anyone to worry so he acted like it was just a normal stomach ache. His body calmed down after drinking the tea. Build received a few messages from Wichapas greeting him good morning and the kids are asking why he can’t send them to school.

𝐼’𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦. 𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒. 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐵𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒.

That’s the only excuse he could think that Wichapas will never worry. He placed his phone on the bedside table. Maybe a good rest will take away the pain. He was about to lay down when he heard knocks on the door before it opened. Build almost jumped out of the bed when he saw who it was.

“P’Than!!”

The man smiled at him before walking inside and sitting on the side of the bed. Build immediately hugged his older brother.

“When did you come? Why did you come home?”

Than chuckled. “Easy, baby.” He returned the hug. “You’re laying in bed this early? Being lazy, aren’t we?”

Build removed his arms around his brother. “I’m sick. I want to take a good rest today.”

Than suddenly became worried. His brother rarely gets sick as he is physically active and healthy. “What’s wrong?”

“Just a stomach ache. But, I’m taking advantage of it. I’m going to lay down the whole day.” He said before slumping his body on the soft mattress.

“Are you sure? Maybe we should go to the hospital.” Than creased his eyebrows, extreme worry now evident on his face.

Build laughed but it was suppressed as he felt his stomach cramping. “It’s just a stomach ache. I’m fine. I already had Aunt Praya’s magic tea.” Build winks, trying to be playful but the pain was evident on his face.

“If it….” Than was stopped by Build.

“If it gets worse, I’ll tell you.”

The elder sighed after Build said. “Alright. Sleep now. I have to go to Dad.”

“Why did you go home, anyway?”

“‘Vacation.” Than smiled at him.

Build was not convinced. There is something in Than’s eyes that he can’t read. Than stood up and tapped his head before leaving the place. Before Build can overthink, a sting of pain rushed through his stomach again. So, he forced himself to sleep.

–

Days after Than went home, Build decided to visit the mansion again. Though he’s still feeling a bit of discomfort in his stomach, he wants to join Wichapas in picking up the kids from school. Unlike the previous days, the aching in his stomach never left. Sometimes it hurts a lot but most of the time it’s bearable. The guard immediately opened the gates upon seeing the car, they were already familiar with the car he usually uses in visiting. Build saw a car leaving the same area when they stopped in the driveway. Build looked at his watch, thirty minutes before the kids will be off from school, did Wichapas leave early? It’s only a fifteen minute drive to school.

“You can now go. Thank you.” Build told the driver before going out of the car.

A housemaid immediately bowed to him.

“Who left?” He asked, looking at the gates.

“It’s Khun Prem. He will be picking up the young masters from school.”

Build frowned. As much as he could, Wichapas always insisted on sending and picking up the kids from school. Unless he was too busy to do so. But earlier that day, Wichapas told him that he would be picking up the kids so Build decided to come.

“Where’s Wicha—Lord Wichapas?” He still refuses to call him by his name, especially in front of other people.

“Lord has a visitor who came today that’s why he can’t go. Please , get inside Khun. Do you want anything for lunch?”

He smiled. “Whatever you prepared will be fine.”

The housemaid guided him in the living where he found Wichapas and another person sitting face to face, a woman who’s probably in his late fifties. Build went near them, Wichapas immediately stood up. He snaked his arm on his waist like it was the most natural thing to do.

“Hi.” Wichapas greeted him before kissing his forehead.

“Hey.” Build felt Wichapas’ hands trembling on his waist. “Am I interrupting something? I can wait somewhere else.” he glanced at the woman who’s looking at them with so much judgment.

“No, stay here.” Wichapas’ voice sounds like it was pleading for him to stay. They sat on the sofa side by side, Wichapas’ hand never left his waist.

“As I was saying, I would like to take responsibility for the children now.” The woman said.

Build is lost. Is she referring to the twins?

“No, I’m not giving them to you. I am not sure enough that you are their grandmother, after all.” Wichapas looks calm but his fingers and playing with Build’s waist to sustain his composure.

The woman lets out a breathy laugh. “We can do DNA testing if you want, Lord Wichapas.”

“Of course, we will do that.” Wichapas rested his back to the backrest of the sofa. Build can’t help but look at him with worry. “But my main concern is their well being. Are you financially stable enough to take care of them? Are you ready, in all aspects, to take care of them?”

“Stop talking like a married man, my Lord.” The woman kept on making mocking faces towards him. “If we take this to court, we know I will win because their mother is my only daughter.”

Build’s heart beats faster. He saw Wichapas' other fist balled on top of his knee. Build tried to calm him and place his palms on his other knee.

“And I’m their brother.” He said.

“Half-brother to be exact. You just share the same blood with your father.” The woman raised his eyebrow to him.

Build can’t take it anymore. “I’m sorry to interfere, madame, but Lord Wichapas treats the kids as brothers, not just half-brothers.”

“As he should be. It’s his responsibility. But you should not intervene because this is a family matter. And family matters should be dealt with by family members and not outsiders like you.”

Build’s breath hitched. She’s right. He’s not a family member but he should not tolerate the disrespect she was giving to the master of the household. He was shocked when Wichapas suddenly stood up and grabbed his wrist, making him stand up too.

“I let you in on my house as a visitor, I rarely do that. The amount of disrespect you are giving everybody in this household is unbearable. You are a guest, you should act as a guest.” Wichapas said, eyes dangerously glaring at the woman who never even moved an inch. Build placed his hands on Wichapas’ chest to stop him from attacking the woman.

“I didn’t come here to give respect to strangers, my Lord. I came here to tell you about the custody of my grandchildren. I am getting them back.” The woman stood up and grabbed his small bag. “For now, I’ll take my leave but we will meet again. That’s for sure. Goodbye, Lord Wichapas.” the woman bowed with a mocking grin on her face before she left the living room.

A white van was waiting in the driveway for the woman. The driver opened the door and the woman went in, sat on the first row of the seats before the door was closed again. The van started to drive away.

“How was it?” a woman wearing oversized black sunglasses, seated far away on the last row of the van, spoke.

“Of course, he was shaken. I bet he's distracted from now on. But his support was there, he suddenly came.” the old woman answered.

“That bitch.” the lady in glasses gritted her teeth.

Back at the mansion, Wichapas was nailed to where they stood. Build didn’t know what to do or what to say. This is the first time he saw Wichapas shaken, or maybe angry? Whatever the emotion is called. He swallowed, trying to calculate the situation. His hands raised to reach the other’s shoulder but Wichapas suddenly moved. He grabbed the throw pillow on the sofa and threw it aggressively to the teacups on the coffee table. The cups broke and the pieces were scattered on the floor along with the fluid.

Build stepped back. He’s shocked with what happened. Wichapas is really mad. His face was red and hands were balled in fist, breathing fast. Build’s heart started beating faster again. His hands started to get cold and his knees started to shake. He doesn’t know what to do. Should he leave? Does Wichapas need some time alone?

“Y-you should calm down. The kids will be home soon. You don’t want them to see you like that.” Build reminded him.

Wichapas snapped his gaze to Build. Build jolted. The anger in his eyes is scaring him. It was fiery and terrifying. He knows Wichapas have a cold and intimidating demeanor but he never knew he could be angry like this.

Wichapas suddenly grabbed his wrist and dragged him upstairs. Wichapas was walking too fast and Build had a hard time to cope up. Wichapas’ grip became tighter as Build was left behind. It stung but he ignored it. Wichapas was again lost to his thoughts but he still found the way to his room. They enter and a loud thud from the door closing makes Build’s body jolt again. They stood quietly in the middle of the room. Wichapas was staring in the air while Build was left dumbfounded. Slowly, Wichapas’s grip tightened. Build scrunch his nose.

“You’re hurting me.”

With that, Wichapas seems to be out of a dream. He looked at Build, eye slowly going back to normal. Then he looked down to his wrist. A wave of worry flashes through Wichapas’ eyes.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.” Wichapas kissed his wrist.

Build’s other hand lifted and caressed his cheek. “It’s fine. I understand.”

They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, Wichapas’ lips on his wrist and Build’s palm on his cheek.

“You can talk to me when you’re ready.” Build said.

Wichapas inhaled a deep breath before looking up straight into his eyes. There is one thing evident in his eyes. Fear. Wichapas didn’t have to speak.

“Everything will be fine.” Build wrapped his arms around his neck.

“I’m afraid.” Wichapas’ voice shakes.

“I know. But you’ll do what’s best for the kids, right?”

Wichapas nods. “Of course. Their well being is the main priority. They are my brothers. They are my family. They are my life. I’ll do what’s best for them.”

Build smiles. “That’s because you’re the best brother.”

“I just… I can’t bear to lose them.” Wichapas moved away. He sat on the bed, rested his elbow on his knees before messing his hair. “I only have them.”

Build stopped. He knows Wichapas love them so much. His world revolves around his brother. But there is something in his voice that says something else. So, he crouched down and grabbed his hands.

“I’m here. I’m here for you and for them.”

When Wichapas looked up, his eyes had tears threatening to fall anytime. His breathing is irregular and lips slightly trembling. Another pang of fear was evident in his eyes.

“I… I can’t take it if I lose you too.”

“Why do you think that I will leave?” Build creased his eyebrows.

“Everyone that I love left me. My dad, my mom and now my brothers are being stolen from me.” Wichapas looked away, trying to avoid his gaze.

“Look at me.” Build said but Wichapas kept his gaze away. “Look at me, love.”

Wichapas looked at him, startled by the endearment he heard from him. It was the first time Build called him with the term of affection he chose for him.

“Why do you think I’ll leave you? It’s hard to persuade you to admit that you like me. Why would I waste the opportunity now?” Build tried to joke to lighten up the mood. He stood up and placed both of his hands on Wichapas’ shoulders.

Wichapas smiled at him, weakly. “I already know I like you. I just needed time to admit. You’ve been persuasive enough.”

“Regardless.” Build slid himself in the middle of Wichapas’ thighs. “But, really, everything will be fine. I know that because you are a great man. You'll do everything to make their life better. So whatever your decision will be, I will stay here with you.” Build cupped his face and squeezed his cheeks, making his lips pout and Build took a smack with a loud sound.

They both laughed with the childish behavior but Wichapas’ heart lightened up a bit. The fear buried deeply in his mind. He circled his arms on Build’s waist and buried his face on his tummy.

“Don’t leave me, alright?” he uttered in a muffled voice.

“Of course.”

Build was successful in making him calm. But the truth is, he was also afraid of what was about to happen. It fears him to know that the kids will go through something that might traumatize them. They love their brother so much and Wichapas was the same. He already cared for them too, even treated them as his own brothers. He was trying to push away the negativities but everything is possible.

They heard multiple tiny knocks on the door that seemed like in a hurry. They both glanced at the door when it opened abruptly.

“HIA!!” The kids run up to them, throwing their little bags on the floor.

“Phi! You’re here too!” Ta said happily.

Their eyes were glistening and so attractive. The perfect reflection of happiness. Their innocent eyes brought calmness to their minds. They are both holding paper and struggling to remove their shoes. Build went near them and helped Tin. When he was finished, he turned to help Ta but the kids were already done and now climbing up the bed. Tin followed.

“Look! Tin and I got three stars on our drawings today.” Ta waved the paper in the air, jumping and down.

Tin joined him, making the bed, where Wichapas was seated, shake.

“Okay, stop jumping. You’re making me dizzy.” Wichapas pulled them down to sit. “Let me see what you got here.” He took the papers and scanned them carefully.

Build went near them. He stood beside the sitting Wichapas and wrapped one arm on his shoulders.

“Teacher told us to draw what we love to do the most. Here,” Ta kneeled peeking at his paper with scribbles. “This is me and Tin playing kites. And this is you and P’Build making us sandwiches in the picnic blanket under the tree.”

Build’s heart melt. The fact that he was included in the drawing made him feel like he really belonged. Wichapas glanced up at him and they shared a happy smile.

“Here. Here.” Tin tapped the paper on Wichapas’ other hand. “This is my drawing. Look.”

Just like Ta, it also has scribbles and doodles so they really need an explanation on what the drawing is about.

“This is me, Ta, Hia and P’Build eating meals made by Aunt Praya. Her food was always delicious but it’s much more delicious if I eat it with you.” Tin giggled.

Wichapas froze. He looked at his brothers with loving eyes and before taking a deep breath.

“I’m so proud of you, buddies. Although the drawings aren’t easy to understand that much.”

“Hey! They did well.” Build spoke and grabbed the papers on Wichapas’ hands. “I think this is worth getting displayed.” He tried to joke but the kids loved the idea.

“Yes!” Ta shouted in glee.

“I want it beside Hia’s graduation diploma!” Tin started to jump up and down again.

“Yes, in his office.” Ta did the same.

“Shall we?” Build asked, giggling.

The kids quickly got off the bed and ran outside the room followed by Build.

“Hey! I think the bags and the shoes should be kept away first!!” Wichapas tried to stop them but he only heard running steps away from his room. He sighed harshly before picking up the shoes and the bags scattered on the floor. He went out of his room to bring those in the kids’ shared room but he found Prem at the end of the hallway.

Prem was on the phone, back facing him, and was talking to someone. No, more like whispering to someone he was talking to. He couldn't hear what Prem was saying. Prem was standing near the door of the kids’ room where Wichapas was going so he decided to get his attention.

“Prem?”

The man jolted in shock. He immediately ended the call and faced Wichapas. The reaction made Wichapas frown. He looked at the cellphone in Prem's hand but the man quickly put it inside his pocket.

“Sir.” Prem bowed to him but refused to look at him after.

“Are you okay?” Wichapas asked.

“Yes, Sir? Do you need anything?”

Wichapas sensed the difference from Prem’s actions. He’s slightly trembling and evidently shocked. In years of working for him, Prem was never shaken like this just by being called by his name.

“Can you check if the lunch is ready? The kids might be hungry.” Wichapas tried to think of an excuse why he called him anyway.

“Yes, Sir.” Prem bowed and went away, not giving his master a glance.

Wichapas followed his moves until he descended to the stairs.

–

Wichapas drove Build home before dinner. Wichapas wants him to have dinner at the mansion but Build said he wants to have dinner at home with his brother. It has been days since Than came home and he always makes sure to have dinner with him.

Build is a little weary. He started to feel the pain in his abdomen again so he decided to proceed to the kitchen for some tea. He’s passing by the door going to the lanai when he heard some voices.

“How dangerous was he really in?”

His father’s voice.

“Very dangerous that even I, myself, never thought that it could be that worst.”

And his brother’s voice.

Build stepped back and hid himself behind the wall. He remained quiet as he heard what they were talking about. His father remained silent as his brother continued.

“He never experienced heat ever since he was young because of his condition. Bearing a child will be hard for him because of that. Though he may not be really affected by it, I know he thinks about it a lot.”

Build knew it was him whom they were talking about. He heard a loud sigh but wasn’t able to distinguish who it was.

“Now that he is an adult, more complications will occur. His body is starting to get fragile and his immune system is starting to get weak. It’s because his body is not functioning like how an omega body should do.”

“He has this occasional stomach ache.” his father said.

Build palmed his stomach. He forgot that it was hurting as he was so engaged in eavesdropping.

“Build is physically active. He has a healthy body. He exercises once in a while.” HIs Dad continued, worry evident in his voice.

“Dad, we’re talking about his omega health. His second gender is not working like how it’s supposed to be. He doesn’t have a heat and he can’t smell other people's scents. And I am afraid that the worst scenario would start to appear right now.”

Right now, his brother is talking with his doctor’s mind. Everything he said is based on medical studies because he was so sure about it. Build’s worries started to increase.

“What could be ‘the worst’ you are talking about?” The deep voice of his father crept into the area.

The lanai was open but he felt suffocated. His breathing started to rapid and his hands started to get cold. He has a hunch of what could be ‘the worst’ but he doesn't want to hear it. He turned around and walked away. His mind was clouded with thoughts. In the middle of the stairs, he fetched his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. He continued walking while the phone was ringing in his ear. He reached his own room and locked the door, perfect timing when the call was answered on the other line.

“Good evening, Doctor Chat. I need to ask you something, can I drop by the hospital tomorrow?”

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Things are fine and happy these past few days. The twins loved going to school everyday. Wichapas is busy with the preparation for the examination and business. Build is helping his father in their family business but most of the time he’s busy doing nothing. His father don’t allow him to work sometimes and he doesn’t know why. Than observed his younger brother everyday. He seemed so happy this past few days and extra cheerful. He thinks that Wichapas and his relationship is doing well, that’s why. But worry still crept inside his mind. Build never had a stomach ache again. He never asked Aunt Praya to make him tea out of nowhere. So, maybe he’s already fine.

Build knows Wichapas is busy so he tried not to get into his schedule. But he makes sure they always spend some time together. He visits them in the mansion and sometimes Wichapas drop by their household. There are times that they are both so busy but they make sure to call or message each other.

Right now, Build is sitting on the sofa inside Wichapas office while the other is busy doing some paperworks on his table. The room is enveloped with comfortable silence as Build is reading a book from the Wichapas’ shelf. They had been like that for a few hours already. Build placed down the book in his lap and stretched his neck before looking at the very busy Wichapas. The man is wearing his glasses and is currently scrolling something on his computer. He rested his left elbow on the table and placed his chin on his palm. Build saw how his biceps moved perfectly beneath the white t-shirt he was wearing. Then, Wichapas proceeds to write something on the paper in front of him. Build tilted his head on the side, trying to memorize his features. His heart clenched when he saw a smirk on Wichapas face but it was gone so fast. Build knotted his eyebrow. What could be Wichapas was writing that he has to smirk like that? Suddenly, Wichapas put down the pen and stood up. Build sat upright and looked at the man with pure questioning. Wichapas walked straight going to him, eyes never leaving Build. The latter started questioning the other’s movements. Wichapas stopped in front of Build and rested his right leg beside him, right hand on the backrest of the sofa.

“You’re staring. Why?” Wichapas asked, looking directly in his eyes.

Build had to swallow the lump in his throat. He can see how Wichapas’ Adam's apple moved when talking. The smell of his perfume is suffocating in the best way. He can see his own reflection in his lenses. Build lifted his hands and removed the glasses.

“You’re too handsome wearing these. I might faint anytime.” He said and rested his body on the backrest of the sofa.

Wichapas remained in that position, partially caging Build on one side. Build saw how a glint of emotions danced in Wichapas’ eyes after hearing him. Is he blushing?

“It’s the other way around.” Wichapas dropped his head on the other’s shoulder, hand and leg in the same position. “You’ll be the death of me just by existing like this.”

Build stiffened before letting out a small laugh. “Aren’t you too whipped for me, Lord Wichapas?”

Wichapas lifted his head and looked at him in the eyes once again. “I am and will forever be hooked by your beauty, Khun Jakapan.”

Build’s cheeks suddenly became red. He felt something warm inside him and he can’t identify what it was. “Where did you learn that?” he laughed before dropping a kiss on the other’s lips. “Maybe you’re too tired. Let’s pick up the kids and grab some ice cream on our way back. Hmm?”

Build tried to push him away and ready to stand up but Wichapas captured his lips. Build slumped back again on the sofa, shocked with the gestures. Wichapas started moving his lips, devouring the pair of sweet lips on his. His other hand held Build’s waist and squeezed it a little. Build groaned with the gesture and let out a little moan. He closed his eyes and felt how Wichapas’ hand stayed warmly on his side and lips continued devouring him. Wichapas once again squeezed his hips causing Build to gasp. He took the opportunity and slipped his tongue inside. Build tried to fight but he surrendered. He was nervous and excited at the same time. He lifted his hand and fisted Wichapas’ clothes in front of his chest, trying to balance his emotion. Build started to pant as Wichapas stayed inside his mouth for too long, exploring everything. He felt another squeeze on his side before Wichapas’ tongue touched the roof of his mouth. Build gasped once again, drowning to the exciting feeling. Wichapas’ tongue stayed on the roof of his mouth, touching flat his palate. Build had to moan, letting Wichapas know that he was suffocating. The excitement gets higher but Wichapas ignores it. His tongue stayed still on the roof of his mouth. Build started to lose his breathing and sanity so he tapped Wichapas’s chest with both of his hands. He felt Wichapas smile before removing his tongue and kissing him once again. One last lick with his lips before Wichapas let go.

Build glared at him, hands shivering on the other’s chest. He is panting and blushing at the same time. “You’ll kill me.”

Wichapas laughed. “Let Prem pick up the kids. I’m tired, I need to rest with you.”

Build smacked his chest. “No.” He pushed him away and stood up immediately. “Let’s pick up the kids and grab some ice cream on the way back so you’ll calm down.” And he left the room.

Wichapas let out a laugh when a loud thud of the door was heard. He just intended to tease him but he got carried away. Build must be so annoyed, he thought. He let Prem know that they will be picking up the kids from school.

The kids are so excited about getting ice cream. So, when they get into the ice cream parlor, the kids immediately get the ice cream they want. Wichapas was about to pay for their orders but Build halted him.

“I got this.” he said.

“No. I’ll pay for it.” Wichapas insisted.

“Please, let me pay. Just this one.” Build said.

Wichapas hesitated. He never let Build pay, even once. But he let it slide. Maybe Build just wants to treat the kids.

They were happily eating their ice cream. Build was helping Tin and Wichapas was helping Ta. The kids are messy eaters when it comes to ice cream. They always cover their faces with it while eating.

“Did you eat the snacks I gave you?” Build asked the kids. He is referring to the sandwiches he made for them earlier this morning before going to school.

“Yes. It was delicious. Can you make us those again?” Ta answered while Wichapas was wiping his mouth to remove the smudges of ice cream.

“I will teach Dao how to make it so you can have those whenever you want.” Build smiled but the hint of bitterness in it never escaped Wichapas’ eyes.

“But you’ll make another one for us, right?” Tin asked, looking at Build with his doe eyes.

Build tapped the kid’s head before smiling at him. They started eating again but Build became a little quiet.

“I need to pee.” Ta said, looking at his brother.

“Alright, let’s go.” Wichapas stood up and helped Ta going down the chair. “Tin, how about you?”

Tin shook his head while stuffing a spoonful of ice cream on his mouth. Wichapas and Ta went to the comfort room. After a while, they went back and found four glasses of water on the table. Build smiled at them.

“Drink some water before we leave. The ice cream is too sweet.” he said. Wichapas noticed that Build’s own glass of water is almost empty.

Wichapas nodded and followed what he said before they decided to leave. They were about to exit when they heard a voice.

“Khun Jakapan?”

They all looked back and found Lord Arphus smiling at them, to Build specifically.

“Oh, Lord Wichapas. You’re here too.” Lord Arphus smiled at the other aristocrat provocatively.
Build and the kids bowed to him but Wichapas remained silent.

“It’s good to see you here today.” Lord Arphus’ eyes never left Build, making the latter nervous.

“It’s nice to see you here too, Lord Arphus.” Build tried his best to sound normal.

The tension between Lord Wichapas and Lord Arphus started to become evident as minutes passed by.

“Are you heading home now?” Lord Arphus tried to create a conversation with him but Build tried his best to end the interaction.

“Yes. We’re leaving now.” Build wanted to sound in a hurry.

“I’m sorry for interrupting you. You must really be in a hurry. Are you not feeling well? I saw you drink some medicine earlier.”

Build silently gasps, eyes a little wide. He looked back at Wichapas who’s already looking at him questioningly.

“Just..Just a little headache.” Build answered, looking back at Lord Arphus. He felt Wichapas’s hand on his waist.

“Alright. Please take a rest. I hope you feel better soon.” Lord Arphus smiled at him before looking at Wichapas. The man passed by them and left the store.

Build felt a squeeze on his side that caused him to silently flinch, heartbeat drumming on his ears.

“Are you okay?” Wichapas asked.

“Y-yes. Just a headache, no need to worry. Can you drop me home?” Build smiled stiffly.

Wichapas felt the urge to ask more but Build seems don’t want to talk about it. He’ll talk to him some other day, maybe.

They dropped Build home before going straight to the mansion. Dao immediately brought the kids to their room to change clothes. Wichapas went straight to his office but he found Prem near the door, on a phone call again. But when he saw his master, he quickly ended the call and bowed to Wichapas.

“Sir, the DNA results are here.” Prem opened the door of the office, letting Wichapas come in before handing the envelope.

Wichapas’ eyes tried to calculate Prem’s movement. At this point, he’s so sure that his assistant is hiding something from him. Wichapas opened the envelope, scanning the document carefully. It was the result of the DNA testing he requested between his brothers and the woman who’s claiming to be their grandmother. He found the result on the bottom of the paper. It was positive, they are blood related.

Wichapas closed the envelope and kept it inside the drawer before sitting. His mind is clouded with thoughts. The DNA test result was positive. There is a high chance that she could get custody of the kids. Prem has been secretive these past few days. Build is keeping something from him too. What is happening to the people around him?

–

“Are you busy on Saturday?” Build suddenly asked. They are currently in the gazebo at the garden.

It was a quiet afternoon. Build was able to coax Wichapas to go out to the garden and get some air. He’s been in his office the whole day. Build wants him to get some fresh air. The kids are settled in their room. The last time Build checked, they were watching some kid shows.

Wichapas is now laying down the long chair, head on Build’s lap, eyes closed.

“Why?” he asked.

Build started playing with his hair. “I was just thinking, we haven’t gone out together for a long time. You know, just the two of us.”

Wichapas looked at him, thinking deeply. The last time they went out alone was the time he got into his rut.

“Can we go to the Central?” Build said, pouting. “Please?”

Wichapas smiled. Feeling giddy about the view he has right now. Seeing Build pouting above him makes his heart warmer. He was startled when Build suddenly kissed his forehead, and then his nose before dropping a quick kiss on his lips.

Build had been extra clingy to him these past few days. Though he must admit that sometimes he can’t give him his full attention, he makes sure that when Build demands it, he does his best to have time with him. Build never forced him, he always asked for permission before doing something because he was afraid to interrupt. Though Wichapas never saw him as an interruption, never.

Wichapas sat up and hugged him. Build nuzzled on his chest, inhaling his body scent, and hugged him tighter. Wichapas kissed the top of his head.

“You don’t have to beg. You know I’ll go with you no matter what.”

Build giggled, feeling warm. Wichapas love this side of Build, clingy and vocal. But there is something inside his head that tells him something is happening. Though he tried to avoid thinking about negative things, Wichapas can’t help but to worry. If Build continues trying to be secretive to him, small worries might end up being big.

The same night, after Wichapas sent Build home, the household is getting ready for lights out. The housemaids are doing final rounds in checking everything in the house before resting. Wichapas was about to ascend to the stairs but he saw a figure from the fountain. The lights that Tin liked not to be turned off helped him in recognizing who it was. It was Prem, on his phone again. Wichapas walked silently until he reached the door going to the garden. But he never went nearer than that. He observed how Prem messed his hair multiple times like he was stressed out and agitated. Wichapas wasn’t able to comprehend his words but it looks like he was saying something serious. In the end, Wichapas could only take a deep breath and turn around, continuing his path upstairs.

–

Wichapas was picking up the kids from school. The people around him gave him respect. He stood beside his car and was ready to go near the gates where the kids could see him easily but he was halted when someone came into his view. The woman bowed to him and gave him a big smile.

“Are you picking up your brothers?” Fah asked.

“Yes.” Wichapas answered as short as he could.

“Would you like me to accompany you while waiting?”

“No need. They’ll be here soon.”

“You seemed to be so distant from me, my Lord. Is he a very jealous type of person that he’s depriving you of freedom to be acquainted with others?” Fah slightly raised her left eyebrow.

Wichapas had to hold back his emotion. He took a deep breath before answering. “My partner is a very understanding person. He never deprived me of anything. In fact, we support each other the best way we can.”

“I see.” Fah nods slowly. “But that doesn’t mean he’s being truthful to you.”

He knotted his eyebrows. Whatever Fah is implying right now confuses him. “What was that supposed to mean?”

The children started to go out of the gates upon seeing their parents or guardians. They heard the voices of Tin and Ta calling their brother from the gate.

“I’ll take my leave now, my Lord.”

Before Wichapas could answer, Fah started to walk away.

–

Saturday came very fast. Build was so excited to have a whole free day with Wichapas. Though his stomach was acting up a bit since early in the morning, he’s looking forward to doing a lot of things with him. He wants to create memories. Happy memories that he knows would remain forever in his heart.

Build is a very sentimental person. He always wants to have anything that would make him remember about the person or a place. He always wants something to keep, a souvenir, be it materials or experience. He wants to remember everything and reminisce about everything that happens to him, good or bad. So today, the goal is to create the best memory he has with Wichapas.

They arrived at the Central during lunch. As the capital of the land, it was a bit crowded because students, employees and tourists tried to find something to eat. Most of the restaurants are full. They kept hopping from one restaurant to another but it was in vain. So, Build decided to bring Wichapas to a convenience store to look for something to eat.

“Are you sure about this? I mean, you need to eat a proper meal.” Wichaps asked while Build is scanning the aisles of snacks.

“I know. But we can eat a meal later. A late lunch wouldn’t hurt. For now, let’s eat some snacks.”

Build grabbed some chips and chocolate bars. He also got something to drink and proceeded to the counter. When the staff noticed it was Wichapas, she immediately bowed to him. Build was about to pay when Wichapas handed the woman his card. Build tried to protest but Wichapas still insisted. In the end, Build agreed.

They sat outside the convenience store, along with some students. Build is happily eating his chocolate bar. Wichapas settled on drinking a cold juice that Build chose for him.

“You will end up not liking to eat a proper meal after this.” he commented.

Build swallowed the chocolate before talking. “It’s fine. We can have a proper dinner after.” and then he smiled after.

Wichapas handed him a bottle of water and signaled him to drink. “You always do that to get away with anything.”

The other raised his eyebrows questioningly.

“I’m talking about you being cute. That’s your strongest weapon to get away.”

Build started to blush. He heard that so many times before from Aunt Praya and his father but hearing it from Wichapas was different.

They stroll over the Central for the rest of the day. They had the chance to explore a lot of things together. Although Wichapas usually go to the Central for meetings, he never had the chance to explore the place like this. Because all he did was to work. Before Build came, he never thought of having free time for himself. It’s either work or his brothers only. Build became his freedom. He never thought that he could have a life outside his work and responsibilities. Build made him alive.

It was late in the afternoon, they were seated in the park, facing the lake. They were kids playing on the ground and other people taking a rest. Build was eyeing the kids running around and laughing their heart out. Wichapas witnessed how his eyes glint with joy and sadness at the same time. He circled his arm around him.

“What are you thinking?”

Build hugged him back, eyes still looking around. “Maybe it was nice to have kids like them.”

Wichapas followed his gaze. There is a family sitting on a picnic blanket. The parents are playing with the baby and two other girls are sitting beside them while eating. Wichapas felt the sadness.He tightened his hold, pulling Build closer to him, before kissing the top of his head.

“Would you like to have kids too?” Build looked up at him, pinning his chin on the other’s chest.

Wichapas didn’t answer. He doesn’t know how to answer. He loves Build so much and he doesn’t want to hurt him.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it does. I want to hear your thoughts too.” Build sat up straight. “If…”

Build trailed off, trying to figure out if he’ll continue what he’s going to say. Even he, himself, is not sure about it. But in the end, he just smiled and continued.

“If one day you realize that you want to have children and find someone who can give it to you, don’t hesitate to tell me.” He felt a pinch of pain inside his chest.

Wichapas immediately looked at him with knotted eyebrows, irritation evident on his face. “What are you talking about?”

Build let out a dry laugh but his eyes started to get wet. “You know, if you find someone who can give you the things I can’t…”

“Stop. Where is this conversation going?” Wichapas can’t hide his irritation anymore. It was a fine day but suddenly Build started tearing up. That doesn’t sit right to Wichapas.

“I’m just saying.” Build swallowed the lump on his throat. He can sense the annoyance of Wichapas' tone but he wants to know. He just feels the urge to know though he is so nervous about his answer.

Wichapas took a deep breath. He doesn’t want to talk about it because he knows it is a very sensitive topic for Build. He just can't figure out why Build is so eager about it.

“You just have to answer. What’s so hard about it?” Build raised his eyebrow. “Is it because I am a failure as an omega? Is that it?” As the words came out of his mouth, his heart clenched. It was on his mind for a long time already and speaking it out hurts more.

“Build.” Wichapas looked at him with a confused expression. He massaged his temple, trying to calm himself. Wichapas is aware they are both on the verge of lashing at each other but he can’t do that. Not to Build. Never. “I booked a dinner in a nearby hotel. Let’s eat before we go back home.”

Build clenched his jaw, feeling like a fever is building up inside him. This is the very first time in their relationship that Wichapas called him by his name, and it hurts. His head suddenly started to throb.

“Fine. Let’s have an early dinner and let’s head back.”

He stood up immediately. He went into a few steps before looking back, glaring at the man. “Which hotel?”

Wichapas can’t decide whether to smile or glare back. He’s confused with Build’s sudden change of attitude but this is the first time he saw him mad and he finds it cute. But Wichapas is too tired. He’s been engaged with work and preparation in the past weeks. He thought going out with Build for a day would make him relaxed. It does, until he brought up that topic. So, he just scratched the back of his head and stood up, leading the way silently.

They reached the hotel at exactly six in the evening. Wichapas booked a table at six because he knew Build might get tired early and might want to eat dinner by this time. He’s right, but not the same reason why they want to eat an early dinner. They sat on their table, assisted by a restaurant staff, beside the glass wall overviewing the busy streets. Wichapas already decided on a full course meal and a red wine upon reservation.

The dinner was quiet. Build kept his mouth shut and focused on eating. His feelings still continue to grow inside him, emotions still controlling his mind. Build is still annoyed by the fact that Wichapas doesn’t want to answer his question. On the other hand, Wichapas is too tired to get into an argument with Build. Both of them came to a realization that this is their first fight as a couple, disregarding the silly fights and arguments they always have where Build always teases Wichapas and when he caught up with it, it’s Build who ends up annoyed. But this is different. One is too heated for a conversation and the other one is too tired to argue.

They started the main course when Wichapas caught a strong smell. He lifted up the wine glass, swirling it a bit before smelling the liquid. It was the smell of the wine he usually has but why is he smelling something else? Smells like bittersweet, like grapes in a vineyard and will suddenly turn into something like an old wine. It smells fine and addicting.

They were both startled when a loud thunder roared outside along with a frightening flash of lightning. The whole restaurant suddenly became dark. Heavy rain started to fall outside, making the people run to find some shelter. Build wanted to reach out to Wichapas. His heart is still thumping loud in his chest. But his ego won, he never reached out. Build held the spoon and fork tightly, trying to calm himself. But the view of the rain didn’t help. His body is a mix of heat and coldness. His hands and feet are cold but his torso is burning hot. Maybe he really has a fever.

Wichapas’ eyes roam around the restaurant, trying to figure out what to do next. He tried to squint his eyes in Build's direction to see him. He was not moving. Is he scared? He was about to stand up when the addicting smell of grapes flooded his nose once again. It’s getting strong. Sometimes it smells like grapes but then it will turn into a smell of wine. He doesn’t know where it was coming from but he loves the scent. He wants more, he wants to smell it more.

Everyone had a sigh of relief when the area lit up again. A woman, maybe the manager of the restaurant, suddenly spoke.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience. An unexpected bad weather had affected the electricity all over Central and the technician had a little difficulty in starting the hotel’s power generator. Rest assured everything in this building is fine and you can stay until the weather is clear. Enjoy your dinner.”

Build looked outside the glass wall and found the streets almost flooded. Nearby establishments nearly cannot be seen as the heavy rain continues to fall. Wichapas followed his gaze.

“Maybe it’s a storm. Is it okay if we stay here for the night? It could be dangerous to drive back home.” Wichapas asked.

Build just nodded and continued eating again. Wichapas started to feel weak. Build’s treatment is becoming colder than the current weather and he doesn’t know what to do.

The dinner had ended quietly. Build started feeling the fever more and more. The bad thing was his stomach is starting to hurt again. It’s safe to admit he’s not feeling well.

“I need to use the toilet.” Build stood up.

As soon as Build saw his face in the mirror, he scrunched his nose. His cheeks are pink and his eyes are a little watery. He touched his forehead and felt the heat coming from his body. Yes, he has a fever. He tried to wash his face to reduce the heat he was feeling. He started to breathe deeper to calm down his body and ignore the pain in his belly. He’s good to go back outside.

Build went back to the table only to find out that someone had already been sitting in his place.

Fah.

She was talking to Wichapas but Build saw how uninterested the man in whatever she was talking about. Another sting of pain hit his stomach but he ignored it. Another wave of annoyance hit him. This time, he is angry. The way Fah tried to touch Wichapas’ hand but the latter was quick to remove his hand on the table. Build cleared his throat and they looked at him. Wichapas quickly stood up and went to his side. He was about to speak but Build cut him.

“Are you not aware that the seat was already occupied, Khun Fah?”

The woman smiled at him sweetly but it just brought an irritating feeling to Build. “I’m so sorry, Khun Jakapan. I thought his companion just left.”

“I haven’t left yet. But you’re too quick to get into the scene.”

Wichapas held his waist.

“I’m sorry, Khun Fah, but we had a long day. We shall leave.” Wichapas tried to control the situation. Build is not in a good mood and Fah’s provocative actions might make a commotion.

“I see. Sorry for interrupting your dinner. Enjoy this night as it might not happen again.” Fah spoke as he stood up. He bowed to Wichapas and threw a mocking smirk to Build.

Build clenched his fist into a ball. His body is shivering in a bad way.

“Don’t mind her. Let’s get a room to stay, come on.”

Wichapas guided him outside the restaurant. They went to the reception of the hotel to get a room. Build was still quiet the whole time. As they got to the elevator, Wichapas held his hand only to find it cold.

“Are you alright? What’s wrong?” He cupped Build’s face. His cheeks were red and his eyes were watery.

Build felt a very warm sensation upon the hold. His body started to melt and his knees weakened. Build gripped Wichapas’ shirt and dropped his head on Wichapas’ shoulder.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he ran his hand up and down on Build’s back.

“N-nothing. I…I think the weather got me.” Build answered in a muffled voice.

Wichapas pushed him a little and palmed his forehead. Warm but not too hot for a fever. The elevator dinged and opened.

“Can you walk or should I carry you to the room?”

Build nods. “I can walk.”

Wichapas held him closer as they walked to the hallway, finding their room. Build started to limp. Something is really wrong inside him. It was hot and cold at the same time. He needs something but he doesn’t know what it could be. He never had this kind of fever before.

They found the room and Wichapas carefully guided him to the bed. He checked his temper once again.

“Is this why you’re grumpy? You’re not been feeling well since earlier, right?”

“Sorry.” Build said weakly.

“I’m sorry too. Take a rest. I’ll get something for the fever.” Wichapas kissed his forehead before calling the front desk, requesting for a fever medicine and a towel.

After a few minutes, the room service came. He quickly grabbed the towel and went to the bathroom. He wet the towel and squeezed it carefully. Wichapas was shocked as he went back to the room. He found Build on the floor, hugging his knees while laying down. Wichapas crouched down and helped him get up.

“Hey, are you hurt? What happened?” Wichapas checked him for injuries or wounds before cupping his face, thinking that he might have fallen from the bed.. “Look me. What happened?”

He stumbled backward and sat on the floor when Build suddenly attacked him. Build grabbed his head and kissed him, aggressively. Wichapas tried to balance their position as Build was straddling his lap with his legs. He tried pushing him a bit but Build bit his lower lip, causing him to groan. Build started to grind his body against him. A mix of sob and moan was heard from him. Wichapas grabbed both of his waist and squeezed it, making him let go and gasp some air. He looked at Wichapas straight in the eyes, burning. There is a glint of fire on his gaze and Wichapas was lost.

“I want you.”

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𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑'𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑'𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.

𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑥𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒. 𝐷𝑟. 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑, 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑟. 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐴 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.

"𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔." 𝐴 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟.

"𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔." 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒.

"𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑢𝑝? 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?" 𝐷𝑟. 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑.

𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔. "𝑃ℎ𝑖 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦?"

"𝑌𝑒𝑠. 𝑊𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝐻𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤." 𝐷𝑟. 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒. 𝑌𝑒𝑠, ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠. 𝐷𝑟. 𝐶𝐻𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑.

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐼𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

"𝑃ℎ𝑖."

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑖𝑚 '𝑝ℎ𝑖' 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙. 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡.

"𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝐷𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑃ℎ𝑖 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡. 𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒."

𝐷𝑟. 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑢𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦. "𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛?"

𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔. "𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑒. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛? 𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒."

𝐷𝑟. 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ, 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. "𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎, 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢?"

"𝑁𝑜." 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑘 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔. "𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑦𝑒𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤."

𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠. "𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒."

"𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐵𝑢𝑡…"

"𝑃ℎ𝑖, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 '𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛' 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒." 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑'𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑥𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑛. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘.

𝐷𝑟. 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤. “𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦? 𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑦𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛’𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒.”

𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦. “𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙.”

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑑𝑠. “𝑌𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑦𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑠.” ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑟. “𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑁𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠, 𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒. 𝐴𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢.”

“𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼’𝑚 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎?”

“𝑌𝑒𝑠.” 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. “𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑒.”

𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘. “𝐸𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒.” 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑝.

“𝐴𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛. 𝐵𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑘. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛’𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎. 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦. 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑟. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑦. 𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠. 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓.”

“𝑆𝑜, 𝐼’𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝐼’𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎?” 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑. 𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤, ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒. 𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎. “𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑖𝑡? 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎, 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠.”

“𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑, 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠.”

𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝐴𝑛 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠.
“𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠, 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑒?” 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑐.

“𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎. 𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒.” 𝐷𝑟. 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒.

𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑥𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠.

“𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑡…”

“𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡?” 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦.

“𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑒.”

–

“Are you sure about this?” Wichapas asked on top of him.

The room is dim and cold but their bodies are hot and itchy. Loud breaths can be heard, thirsty and needy. Their clothed bodies scratched each other. Build moaned and nodded at the same time, eyes closed.

His body is flooded with heat and he wants it gone. It was an uncomfortable and foreign experience for him. He’s scared. What if this is one of the symptoms that he is starting to get weak? Will he die urgently? What will happen after he dies? What about his Dad, his brother, and Wichapas? Will they forget him fast and move on?

He stopped overthinking when Wichapas kissed his temple and wiped the tears he didn’t know were falling. “Let’s stop. You’re scared.”

Wichapas was about to move away from him but Build circled his arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “No.” It took a lot of strength for him to say that single word.

“You’re crying.” Wichapas whispered.

Build shook his head. He doesn’t want to tell him the reason for his tears. He can’t. “I want it. I need it. Please.”

Wichapas is lost. Build is acting so needy and he doesn’t know why. The last time he checked, he had a fever. “I might hurt you. You’re sick and…”

Build cut him by kissing him deeply. His nails scratched the back of his lover. Wichapas loved the stinging pain on his back, he groaned. Build swallowed the muffled sound and smiled. Wichapas pulled away a little.

“Stop me now because if you don’t I’ll go all out.” He said while dropping small kisses on Build’s face, hands traveling from the other’s chest, down to his waist and back to his chest again.

“Give it to me now.” The fire in his eyes is burning wild.

With that, Wichapas sat up and immediately removed his shirt, legs straddling the laying Build. The dim light shines perfectly on his bare skin. The flawlessly chiseled torso caught Build’s attention. He ran his palms on his chest down to his toned abs, tracing with his long fingers. Wichapas took a deep breath when one of Build’s fingers touched his navel. Build smiles and sit up too, still straddled by Wichapas.

“You’re sensitive here.” Build poked his navel once again.

Wichapas dived in, drowning Build in a heated kiss. “Naughty.”

He removed Build’s clothes swiftly. The latter didn’t have time to react as Wichapas devoured him once again when he’s totally naked. Wichapas lips travel all over his body. He laid him down on the bed slowly as Build clung to him tightly. He started moaning loudly when Wichapas' hands traveled lower. Build anticipated more. He grabbed Wichapas’ buttoned pants and tried to undo it but he’s shaking, unable to control the shivering of his body. Wichapas held his hands and kissed them softly.

“You’re too weak to do things right now. Let me do everything for you tonight.”

Wichapas started unbuttoning his pants and pulled it down until it was rolling on the carpeted floor. He saw how Build’s eyes glistened after knowing he’s undressed. He positions himself on top again, making sure their body collides. Build arched his back after feeling Wichapas body on him, grinding. Another level of heat flushed on his body, uncontrollable and firy. They shared deep kisses and they explored each other’s bodies. Hands went to body parts they never touched before, the exposed and the hidden parts.

Build is a moaning mess. His eyes are teary, lips parted and panting heavily as Wichapas rocked his body while inside him. He can’t remember when and how Wichapas did it but they are connected now, moving as one. The dark room smells like wine, wood, sweat and lust. The heavy rain outside can’t do anything to fire out the burning pleasures they both have. The only thing they know is they are together, as one.

Wichapas dropped a kiss on Build’s ears, down to his neck. Build moaned long and heavy when he felt a stinging pain on his collar. Wichapas bit him, hard but not too hard to bleed. Just enough to increase the pleasure and he succeeded. Build clung his legs around Wichapas’ waist and tried to match his pumping. The position made it easier for Wichapas so he pushed deeper, causing another loud moan from Build.

“Say my name.” Wichapas said, dominating. He intertwined their fingers and pinned Build’s hands on the mattress.

As Build is drowning in pleasure, all he could do is to moan. But it was not what Wichapas wanted so he pushed deeper, hitting the sweet spot he just discovered. Build threw his head back, feeling choked by how deep Wichapas is inside him.

“Say my name.” Wichapas said once again.

“W-Wichapas.. more.” Build demanded, lost in the pleasure.

Loud panting is heard from Wichapas. The sound of slapping skin became louder than the rain and thunder outside. Panting and moans became music to their ears. They were addicted to their sounds of pleasure. Wichapas started fisting Build, hand taking care of his needs. Nails dug once again on his back, other hand still pinned on the mattress.

“Faster. More.” Build sounded like a loud whisper. His words are airy and seductive.

And who is Wichapas to deny? He pushed deeper as he satisfied Build. His hand and his hips move in unison, dominating Build’s body and mind. Soon, Build almost shouted when he came on Wichapas’ hand. Wichapas coursed loudly before Build felt a warm liquid splattered inside him. Wichapas dropped his body on top of Build, face buried on his neck, taking long deep breaths. They are both panting loud but they are both dazed.

“That’s so good.” Wichapas said, muffled.

Build nods. It was great but the fire inside him hasn’t extinguished yet. In fact, it felt worse. Build is still itchy, hot and needy. He needs more. When Wichapas moved to pull out of Build, he was caught off guard. Build pushed him back a little but his legs are still circled on Wichapas waist. In a swift motion, Wichapas was sitting while Build was on top of him. Wichapas was still inside Build, not giving him the opportunity to pull out.

Wichapas supported his body with his right hand pressing on the mattress, left hand on Build’s waist. Build started grinding, making Wichapas moan.

“This is your punishment for not preparing me earlier.” Build said, grinding faster.

Wichapas laughed. He felt his body on fire once again. Even though he didn’t get the chance to pull out, he felt hard once again. This time, he became hard while inside Build. The thought turned him on more. He threw his head back, exposing his neck to his lover. Build didn’t waste the chance. He kissed his neck, marking. He felt how Wichapas swallowed his own saliva. Build can’t resist, he felt like he was invited. He’s been admiring this part of Wichapas’ body ever since.

His lips touched Wichapas Adam’s apple, and then he sucked it. Sucking, licking, softly biting. Playing with the lump with his tongue..

Wichapas almost faint. The way he felt inside Build and the way he sucked his neck is heaven. Build started to move up and down faster. Both of them groaned and moaned at the same time. Wichapas continued caressing Build’s waist and the latter loved it. He stopped devouring Wichapas neck and threw his head backwards as he felt the orgasm coming. Wichapas took the opportunity to dive into his chest. Licks and bites scattered on his chest that will definitely leave marks.

Build’s milky white skin complements perfectly with Wichapas’ toned body. The dim light of the room and the flashes of lightning from outside that were seeping through the glass window made it more magical. They looked like they were dancing to their own music, slow and sweet. Build wants a memory with Wichapas but he never expected it to be like this. He wants a happy memory but he was given with a delightful one. Unforgettable, indeed.

“I’m coming.” Build said with a cry of pleasure. He looked down at the man while continuously moving up and down in a faster phase.

Wichapas grabbed his nape and pulled him for a kiss. “Let’s come together.”

The night was long and never ending. They worship each other endlessly like the rain pouring outside. The sun never came out the next day and they didn't care. They wrapped each other under the duvet, tired and still dazed. They never had any sleep. They were so engrossed about devouring each other. It was Wichapas who decided to take a rest as he was worried about Build. He was feeling unwell last night.

Build’s half torso is almost on top of Wichapas, face buried on his neck. Wichapas was playing with his hair, feeling the satisfaction of the moment.

“You should get some sleep. I’ll get you food once you wake up.” Wichapas said, dropping a kiss on his temple.

Build shook his head on defiance.

“How are you feeling?” Wichapas asked.

“Sore.” Muffled, Build sounds like a baby.

Wichapas laughed. “I mean your fever.”

Build wiggled and pulled away. He dropped a heated kiss on Wichapas, licking his bottom lip asking for entrance. He was granted. He continued devouring his mouth. They were fighting for dominance but Build won. He caught Wichapas’ tongue and sucked it. Wichapas groaned in pleasure and slid his hands on Build’s back, stopping on his bottom. Build moved, settling himself above Wichapas without separating their mouths. The fire inside him is never gone even after the long night with Wichapas. He wants more, a lot more.

If this would be his last memory with Wichapas, he’s glad it was a magnificent memory.

–

“So, what’s the next plan?” Victoria, the woman who introduced himself as the twins' grandmother asked.

Fah stood up and went to the kitchen counter, poured champagne to her glass. They are in an apartment, their secret meeting place.

“I already falsificated the DNA results. All you have to do is to continue bugging them and let Lord Wichapas be weak. When everything is a mess, I’ll be there to comfort him until he sees me as someone who can rely on.”

Victoria snorted. “You watched too many dramas, Khun Fah. You can just remove the other guy out of the picture. It’s easier.”

Fah glared at her, ignoring the fact that the other woman is older than her. “You watched too many suspense movies, Khun Victoria. I can’t do that. Lord Wichapas will hate me if that leech dies because of me. I need him to fall for me, not loathe me.”

Fah went back to seating on the sofa, admiring her flower-patterned dress. “Continue appearing in their lives. Get on the kids' good side. Poison their mind and make them grow apart from their brother. That will definitely shake Wichapas’ life.”

–

Days after the unforgettable memories at the Central, their lives went back to normal. Build went to the bookstore. He wants to buy some children’s books from Tin and Ta. They were constantly complaining that they read their old books over and over again. So, today, Build decided to buy some new books.

He entered the shop and went directly to the children's bookshelves. He picked the stories that he thinks the kids might like. He chose colorful covers and stories about royalties. He smiled seeing how many books he had on his hands. Build was just thinking of getting some but he ended up getting a lot.

He’s on his way to the cashier to pay but he felt an extreme pain in his stomach. He stopped walking and tried to calm himself. He remembered drinking the medicine that Dr. Chat gave him for stomach pain. Why is it acting up again?

When he felt calmer, he tried proceeding to the counter. But the moment he stepped, the pain went severe. He dropped the books and clutched his stomach. His head started spinning and he almost saw darkness when he slumped on the floor.

It was painful, too painful.

Build felt a pair of hands on his shoulder. “Khun, are you alright?”

He tried to see who it was but he couldn't. The only thing he could recognize is the pain on his belly and the dizziness. Build tried to fight the pain but he couldn't. Another wave of pain attacked and he automatically lost his consciousness.

“Lord, let’s bring him to the hospital.”

The man immediately scooped Build up and carried him outside the shop, drawing attention from the people around them.

–

Prem was summoned to his master’s office. He found the man standing behind near the glass window, overseeing the beautiful garden.

“Sir.” Prem bowed, making his presence noticeable.

“Did they leave already?” Wichapas asked, not looking back at him.

“Yes, Sir. Dao and our driver are with them like you requested.”

Victoria borrowed the kids for the day. Wichapas agreed, honoring the fact that the DNA result was positive. The woman started having time with the kids and he knows, sooner or later, she’ll ask for more.

“Keep a close eye on them.”

“Yes, Sir. I sent three bodyguards to follow them secretly and they have been sending me updates constantly.” Prem scrolled to his tablet. “They are currently in an ice cream parlor.”

Wichapas nods. “How about the custody I asked you to work on?”

“I have already sent all necessary documents to the court. I already talked to your lawyer and he requested a meeting with you for further preparations. When would you like to meet him?”

“As soon as possible. I want this to end as soon as possible.” Wichapas placed both of his hands inside his pocket, gaze never leaving the glass window.

“Yes, Sir.”

“How long have you been working for me, Prem?”

The man was caught off guard. He never expected the question. “Sir?”

“Was it six years? Or seven?”

Prem cleared his throat before answering. “ Eight years, my Lord.”

Wichapas nods. “Yes, eight. Before university you’re already with me. You’re with me during college, you saw me grieve after my father’s death, you witnessed how I dealt with everything my father left. You even saw my brothers grow up.”

Prem doesn't exactly know where the conversation is going but he trembled.

“In those years working with me, you already know me very well. Have I treated you badly for any reason?”

Prem is totally confused. His master is a cold hearted but not a bad person. He talks rarely about his emotions and acts professional all the time. But he never treated anybody working for him badly. He makes sure that everyone is treated fairly inside his household and he takes care of his employees well being. He’s not vocal but he always makes sure he is not biased. He became a better person after Build appeared in his life. And his master is happy, it makes him happy to.

“No, Sir. I don’t remember anything like that, even once. What made you ask this?” Prem gripped his tablet tighter, anxious about his master’s answer.

Wichapas looked back at him, emotionless. “I knew that. That’s why I’m expecting a lot from you. Your loyalty and your honesty.”

Prem shivered. The coldness in his tone made the summer wind colder than winter. It’s frightening.

“I never thought that you’ll keep something important from me, Prem.” Wichapas stepped forward to the table before getting a folder from the drawer and handed it to him.

Prem placed down the tablet and accepted the folder. He opened it with an anxious mind. He scanned the documents carefully.

“When will you tell me that your mother is in critical condition and needs immediate medical care?” Wichapas said, eyebrows knitted.

Prem’s knees become weak. The documents he was holding are his mother’s hospital records. His mother is getting old and continues to feel ill from time to time. Her condition became serious and he had to be hospitalized. They were located in the outskirts of the land and hospitalization is poor so his mother is receiving minimal care.

“You’ve been dealing with this for a long time already?”

“My sister called weeks ago and she said they were in the hospital. I thought it wasn’t serious but the doctors didn’t let them go home saying she has to be observed.” Prem trembled once again, lips quivering.

Wichapas took a deep breath. “I already arranged the transfer of your mother. I paid all the hospital fees and they’ll arrive tomorrow.”

“S-Sir..” Prem is hesitant.

“Prem, I was hurt after knowing you’re dealing with something heavy and didn’t tell. You stayed by my side when I was at my lowest back then and you keep me company until now. You shouldn’t have kept it from me.” Wichapas went near him and tapped his shoulder.

Prem tried to control his tears. “I really want to bring her to a bigger hospital but my money isn't enough yet so I was waiting for the next payday to transfer her. You helped us more than enough already and I don’t want to add to your burden. Paying me higher than a usual assistant could have and giving my sister a college scholarship is more than enough. I’m sorry for making you worry, Sir.” Prem looked down.

“Prem, you are a family.” Wichapas squeezed his shoulder. “You’re off from work tomorrow. Meet your family at the hospital and spend the whole day with them.”

Prem smiled at him. “Your schedule tomorrow is loaded. I’ll keep monitoring you.”

Wichapas removed his hand and sighed dramatically. “My assistant is off of work tomorrow, I’m supposed to be free.”

“No. You should follow your schedule, Sir.”

“Go out now.” Wichapas slumped his body on his office chair.

Prem stood straight and grabbed his tablet, gaining the same composure he had when he first came in. “If you don’t need anything else, I’ll take my leave now.” he bowed and turned back.

He touched the knob and before he could twist it Wichapas spoke again.

“You’re in need of money. Why did you decline Lord Arphus’ offer before?”

Prem looked back at him. Of course, his master knows. He never kept it a secret when Lord Aprhus offered him such a deal. After having a conversation with Lord Arphus, he immediately told Wichapas about it.

“My loyalty lies only to you, my Lord.”

–

Build woke up seeing white. He squinted his eyes and tried to look around. He saw Dr. Chat, back facing him, talking to a nurse. He’s in an emergency room. He immediately sat up and the nurse saw his movements and went near him.

“Please refrain from sudden movements, Khun.” she said, helping him to sit properly.

“How are you feeling?” Dr. Chat asked him.

“I’m fine now. What happened?” Build asked back.

“You fainted. Tell me what you felt before you passed out.” Dr. Chat sat beside his bed. The nurse left and gave them privacy.

“I was fine. I woke up with a stomach ache again but I drank the medicine you gave so I felt fine. I went to the bookstore but my abdomen suddenly hurts. It’s extremely painful and I passed out.” Build tried to recall everything that had happened. “What happened to me? Why did I pass out?”

Dr. Chat sighed and stood up. “Seems like the symptoms are getting stronger each passing day. I think you have to tell your family about this.”

“What? I am going to tell them that I already know I’m dying?” Build started to panic.

“We are not yet sure about that. I said it’s just a possibility. Just possibly. There is no assurance that it will happen.” The doctor tried to clear his mind.

“It’s a high possibility. And if the symptoms are happening this way, I might die real soon. It’s better than living as a broken omega.” Build gritted his teeth, trying to control his emotions.

“Stop talking like that, Build.” Dr. Chat touched his shoulder. “I’ll call your brother to pick you up.”

“No, don’t do that. I can go home by myself.” Build looked at him. “Don’t tell them this happened. Don’t tell them I already know. I’ll tell them soon, I promise.”

Dr. Chat looked at him thoroughly, analyzing him. He sighed. “This is a very serious situation, Build. You need support going through all these.”

Build looked away. He thinks dealing with it alone will make it easier for the people around him. He doesn’t want to burden anybody and make them worry. He doesn’t want sympathy and to be treated unusually special just because he only has limited time in this world.

“Take a little more rest. Tell me if you want to go. I’ll drive you home and reason out for you. Deal?”

Build nods. Dr. Chat turned around and was about to leave when he saw Lord Arphus looking at them. His eyes widened. How much of their conversation has he heard? Dr. Chat wanted to ask but he refrained from doing so. He just bowed to him and left.

Lord Aprhus heard everything, all of it. He stepped forward and went near Build. He handed him the bag he was holding. Build accepted and opened the bag. He looked back at the man after seeing what’s inside.

“You dropped them earlier so I went back to get them for you.”

Chapter Text

Have you ever wondered how a little caterpillar felt inside the cocoon? How warm it is inside a thick,narrow space but feels safe and comfortable? Because Build thinks he knows that feeling.

He kept his eyes on the glass window of the dark room, enjoying the view of heavy rain pouring outside. He’s curious because it has been raining frequently these past few days. It was summer and it should be warm even at night. Why is the Rain God showing up his abilities right now? Is the summer going to end already? Is it going to be the rainy season?

Well, Build doesn’t care - for now. Because he cannot feel the cold of the summer rain as he is lying on a soft mattress, covered with a thick duvet and an arm holding him tightly. A source of heat on his back, spooning him closely. Is this how warm a little caterpillar feels inside his cocoon? He felt a soft kiss on his shoulder. He can’t help but smile, feeling a pair of lips linger on his shoulder longer.

Wichapas pulled Build closer to his naked body. The closer, the better. Build giggled when he felt his partner squeezing him tightly, having a cute aggression.

"What's wrong with you?" He said between his giggles.

But the other didn't answer. He continued dropping kisses on his nape, then to his clothed shoulder. Wichapas paused. He saw a red patch below Build's right ear. Could be a mosquito bite, he thought. He leaned down and kissed the patch and smelled a faint scent of sweetness. Wichapas knotted his eyebrows, confused. Is it his perfume?

𝑂𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑?

Impossible. Build said his sweat gland was lost the day he lost his ability to smell others. And he never saw this before. Just tonight.

Build suddenly takes a deep breath, eyes still in the glass window.

"What are you thinking?" Wichapas asked, once again pulling him closer.

"It's raining quite a lot lately. Summer rain." Build answered.

Wichapas pushed his head up and slightly went to Build's ear. "Perfect weather for round two."

Build tapped his arm that had been hugging him since earlier before laughing. "No. The household might be asleep now and they might hear something peculiar."

"That's the point. They might be asleep now in their own rooms so we're more than free to make a noise." He dropped a kiss on his neck.

Build was about to speak when the knob of the room suddenly twitched. They both eyed the door with shock evident on their faces. Luckily, it was locked.

"It's locked." A muffled voice spoke.

"Why?" And another twitch of the knob.

It was the twins, trying to get inside the room.

Wichapas dropped his body on the bed but he spooned Build again.

"Don't open the door. They'll leave anyway." Wichapas whispered.

They heard small knocks. "Hia?" Tin called.

None of them answered.

"We need to let them in. Tell me you're dressed now." Build asked.

But, instead of an answer, Wichapas grinds his hips on Build's bottom, letting him know he's still naked. Build sighed as he felt the other's manhood nakedly rubbing on his clothed bottom. Good thing he wore Wichapas shirt and sweatpants after they've done it earlier.

"Get up and get dressed. I'll open the door."

Wichapas shook his head and continued grinding.

Loud sounds resonated inside the room coming from the other side of the door.

"Phi Build! We know you're in there! Open the door!" Ta shouted from the outside.

Wichapas and Build looked at each other. Wichapas ran his hand on his face in deep frustration. Round two is canceled, for sure. Build laughed a little.

"Go and get dressed before the whole household wakes up."

Build stood up and walked to the door while fixing his hair and checking if he was clothed enough to be seen by the kids. Once he was sure with his visuals, he opened the door.

"See? I told you he's here!" Ta told his twin before running inside the room.

"You didn't go home? You'll sleep here tonight? Can we sleep here with you?" Tin's eyes are shining and Build's can't help but crouch down and smooch his cheeks.

"No, I didn't go home. Yes, I will sleep here tonight. And yes, you can sleep here with us."

Tin squealed and ran inside the room, following his twin brother who's now lying comfortably on the bed, right leg on top of his left, like he owns the bed.

"Move, move." Tin pushed his brother and positioned himself beside him.

They were in the middle and there was enough space for Build and Wichapas on both sides. The King size bed is more than enough for the four of them.

Build closed the door and joined the kids. He was about to sit when Wichapas went out of the walk-in closet, wearing a tank top and shorts. Build smiled at him but Wichapas was pouting, still sulking.

"Hia! Turn on the television. Let's watch something before bed." Ta sat up, pointing at the television hanging on the wall beside Wichapas.

"No. Either you sleep now or go out of my room." He placed his hand on both sides of his waist.

The three people sitting on the bed know he's not really angry. They know it really well.

"Phi, what should we watch?" Ta asked Build, ignoring his older brother.

Build side-eyed Wichapas with a teasing smirk. "Hmmm… What do you want to watch?" He asked the kids back.

"Aladdin! I want Aladdin." Tin threw his hands in the air, excited.

"Yes! I want Aladdin too." Ta said and fixed the pillows for him and Tin.

Build looked at Wichapas, who's still looking at him suspiciously. "Love, can you turn on the television and play Aladdin, please?" He told him while positioning himself beside Ta.

Wichapas narrowed his eyes to them, contemplating whether to follow or not. His gaze landed on Build, who's smiling ear to ear. In the end, he picked up the remote control from the nearest drawer and opened the television. He heard giggles from the bed. He set up the television and the movie started.

"Turn off the lights!" Tin shouted in excitement.

Wichapas looked back at them in disbelief.

"Love, please turn off the lights so we can watch better." Build coaxed him once again.

Wichapas strode to the switch with heavy footsteps and turned off the lights. He, once again, heard giggles from the bed. These three are playing with him. He went to the bed and lay down beside Tin.

"Thank you, love!" Tin and Ta teased him.

He heard laughter. Wichapas looked at Build who's laughing loudly mixed with the twins giggles. He rolled his eyes at them but he's not annoyed. In fact, his heart is melting at the sight. The three most important people in his life beside him, safe and comfortable.

As the movie continued, the room was quiet. The only source of noise and sound is coming from the television. Everyone is so focused on the movie even though they all knew the story. It's not all about the movie at all, it's all about the moment. Them, just lying down together, waiting for sleep to attack them.

They were all startled when they heard the sound of a slap. Build roamed his eyes and almost burst out laughing when he saw Tin's small hands on Wichapas' face. The kid is fastly asleep and he accidentally slapped his brother while moving to his side. Build suppressed his laughter and Wichapas removed the kid's hand from his face, looking so done. He checked on Ta, and like his twin, he's also asleep, one hand between his head and the pillow, sleeping like a boss.

"Does it hurt?" Build asked, reaching out a hand to his face.

"The sound is the evidence." Wichapas grabbed Build's hand and kissed his palm. "Good night, love."

"Good night."

The television was left open, as well as the glass window. The heavy rain continued pouring and the movie kept playing. Four souls are comfortably asleep. Not knowing what the future has for them.

–

Three more months before the examination for the royal position. Wichapas became more busy preparing and fighting for the kids’ rights. It was exhausting as hell. He barely sleeps and takes rest. Prem and Dao took over the responsibilities of the kids’ school affairs such as sending and picking up. He can only take a full break whenever Build is around. Build always makes sure Wichapas is eating and resting properly.

Today, he just finished a business meeting and was heading back to his home office when he heard the twins talking inside their room. Wichapas went near the slightly open door but didn’t enter the room yet.

“Hia is so busy now.” Tin said.

“He’s always busy even before.” Ta answered.

“P’Build rarely come here too.” Tin said.

Yes, Build rarely comes to the mansion nowadays. He always reasons out that he’s been busy helping his father with business. Though it makes Wichapas a little doubtful, he trusts Build.

“Do you think they have a problem?” Tin asked.

“What do you mean?” Ta sounds confused.

“You know, maybe Hia and P’Build are exhausted taking care of us like Grandmother said.” Tin said, voice sounding sad.

Ta didn’t answer.

Wichapas frowned with what he heard. Why would the woman say that to the kids? Why is she planting negative thoughts in the kids’ minds? Maybe he should talk to the kids.

–

Build is leaving the hospital. He’s done with the check up with Dr. Chat, a secret check up of course. They had been doing these secret medical sessions since they talked. No one knows about it, just him and Dr. Chat. But, today, a realization came to him. Lord Arphus knows about his condition. He was about to pass the waiting area when Lord Arphus called him. He was invited for lunch. For some reason, Build can’t deny.

Build has a plan to have lunch in Wichapas’ mansion. The kids were at home and Wichapas might be drowning himself from work again. But the plan is canceled. He is now having an extravagant lunch with Lord Arphus. A big table between them filled with lots of dishes which some he can’t even recognize, inside a VIP room.

“Are you waiting for someone else?” He asked.

The man chuckled lightly. “No. It’s just us.”

“This is such a feast. Isn’t this too much for a simple lunch?”

“Of course this is not simple. I am not planning to give you anything simple. I want to give the best that I can.”

“Lord Arphus, I think you are fully aware that me and Lord Wichapas are together.” Build said, a little nervous about Lord Arphus' words.

"I am." Lord Arphus fixed his position. "But I am still trying my best to show you how much I adore you."

Build felt uneasy. He doesn't know what to do.

"I am deeply touched about the fact that you admire me, Sir. But I think it would be best if you stop with respect to our relationship." Build tried to calm himself. He's starting to have panic attacks.

"Are you afraid of me, Khun Jakapan?" Lord Arphus looked at him intently, taking mental notes of his reactions.

Yes, Build is afraid. But he'll never tell him that.

"Is there anything I should be afraid of, Sir?"

"Nothing. Being frightened is the last thing I want you to feel about me, Khun." Lord Aprhus answered instantly.

Build secretly clutches his stomach when he feels a sudden pinch of pain. He tried to play calm but his heartbeat is going faster.

"I was there to save you when you were kidnapped. I stood up for you in the middle of the crowd during an argument. I kept my mouth shut when I knew your biggest secret. I just don't understand why you still can't see me." Lord Aprhus looked him straight in the eyes.

Build saw a glitch of pain on his eyes that he didn’t expect. He tried his best to be casual to the aristocrat all the time and he never anticipated that this man is serious about his pursuance towards him.

“Everybody knows I’m not into the throne. I never wanted the throne. I didn’t exert any effort in the past royal examinations because I never wanted to be king. So, if you think I like you because I wanted to be qualified, you’re wrong. I even rejected Khun Fa’s plan of alliance to get you. It’s because I want to fight for you, fair and square. I like you, Khun Jakapan, genuinely.”

Build froze. The sudden confession surprised him. He knows that Lord Arphus likes him but not to this extent.

“I know things with you and Lord Wichapas are going pretty well. But I want you to know that I will stay where I am. I will wait until you see me as I am.”

–

Everything is a mess in Build’s mind. The confession he heard from Lord Arphus didn’t a few days back didn’t help the plan he was preparing for weeks now. The stress made him feel worse.

He woke up today lightheaded. He tried to stretch his muscle but his stomach suddenly churned that made him jump out of the bed. Build immediately threw up after positioning himself in front of the toilet. It felt worse. His head hurts, his stomach hurts and it feels like his intestines will come out through his mouth soon. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and slumped his body on the floor. Build laughed a little. He thinks he developed other symptoms of being a broken omega.

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑗𝑜𝑘𝑒.

Build forced himself to stand up. He needs to eat something so he can drink the medicine for the stomach ache that Dr. Chat gave him. He washed up and went to the kitchen for food. The housemaids and Aunt Praya were busy cooking.

“You woke up early today. Do you have plans? Breakfast will be ready soon.” Aunt Praya smiled at him.

“No, I don’t have plans for today. I just woke up early.” Build smiled weakly.

“Are you not feeling well again? You look so pale.” Aunt Praya went near him and palmed his forehead. “Your temperature is fine. Does your stomach hurt again?”

Build just nods. “Just a little.”

“Alright. I’ll make you some tea. Grab something that can fill your stomach while waiting for breakfast.” Aunt Praya immediately left him and went to the pantry to get some tea.

Build roamed around the kitchen to see what the housemaids are making but he scrunched his nose on every dish. He doesn’t like them. Those green vegetables looked displeasing to him. Weird. He went to the area where bread is stored. He grabbed two slices of loaf and looked for something that could accompany his bread but he found nothing.

“Excuse me,” he asked one housemaid. “Do we have peanut butter?”

The housemaid looked at him confused. “Khun, no one in this house likes peanut butter spread so we don’t have any.” she said looking at the bread on his hand. “Aunt Praya usually makes her own peanut butter when cooking.”

Build frowned. Did they not like peanut butter on bread? Why? He shrugged and muttered thank you to the woman. He opened the overhead cabinets one by one, looking for something that could suffice him. Not so far away, he saw a jar of almonds. Build smiled wickedly and grabbed the jar. He sat on one of the stools in the kitchen and created his own world. He bites from the loaf and tossed an almond in his mouth. Build can’t help but close his eyes. It feels like heaven. Suddenly, his stomach ache is gone.

Aunt Praya came back and started making the tea. When she’s done, she went to Build and placed the teacup in front of him. She raised his eyebrows when she saw what Build was eating, the loaf bag was now on his lap and the almond jar was about to be empty.

“Isn’t it a little bit odd?” She joked.

“I didn’t know I was hungry until I saw this.” Build answered, mouth full of bread and almonds but smiling widely.

The old woman laughed. This ball of sunshine really makes their day better with his cuteness.

“Alright. Drink your tea.”

Build grabbed the teacup. But he frowned when it was about to touch his lips. The smell of the tea is a little bit weird for him. It was unappetizing. He put down the teacup again.

“Why? Is it too hot?” Aunt Praya asked.

Build shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I just don’t think I want it now.” He suddenly stood up and handed Aunt Praya the bag of loaf.

“You haven’t even tasted it yet.” The woman suddenly became confused.

“Maybe later. Thanks, Auntie.”

“At least drink some water.” Aunt Praya had to shout because Build had already run out of the kitchen.

Few moments later, Than entered the kitchen. They greeted each other good mornings.

“Who’s tea is this for, Auntie.” he asked, pointing at the tea that Build ditched.

“That’s for your brother but that naughty young man suddenly changed his mind and ran away.” Aunt Praya answered while slicing some vegetables for the dish she is cooking.

Than laughed a little and sat where Build was sitting earlier. “He’s up early?” he asked before taking a sip of the now warm tea.

“I was surprised too. He usually gets up at the exact breakfast time.” Aunt Praya started putting the ingredients in the pan.

Than tried looking around. “Please put some grapes at the table later, Auntie. Dad would like those.”

“We don’t have grapes today. Don’t worry, I’ll ask someone to buy some later after breakfast so you can have them at lunch.”

Than frowned. “Then why does it smell sweet here? Like freshly picked fruits.”

Aunt Praya looked at him. “I think you’re just hungry.” and the woman laughed at her.

–

The twins are going out again today. It’s Saturday and their so-called grandmother wants to spend a day with them. And as usual, Wichapas agreed. But, Tin woke up grumpy today. He’s been whiny since morning. He refused to eat and to speak to anyone. They left with Dao and the driver. The woman said they will meet him in the park.

“Sir.” Wichapas looked up at Prem who’s standing in front of him. He closed the book he was reading. “Dao called me and said young master Tin is crying and wants this plushie.” Prem let him see the rabbit plushie he was holding. Wichapas recognized it, it was Tin's favorite plushie.

“I am heading out to the hospital. I will stop by the park to bring this to them.” Prem continued. It was his day-off and he will go and check on his family at the hospital.

“It’s out of the way to the hospital.” Wichapas said. “Let me bring that to them. I am planning to visit Build today as well.”

“Alright, Sir.” Prem handed him the toy.

Wichapas picked up Build from his house and they traveled to the park together. They also decided to use the rest of the day for a date. They were walking hand in hand, trying to find where the kids could be. Build was holding the plushie and Wichapas was trying to call Dao but she’s not answering her phone. They walked through the walkway when they heard a little commotion. With a heart beating fast, they followed the sound.

Wichapas and Build didn’t get any farther. They saw the kids, Dao and Khun Victoria in one of the small gazebos. Tin was crying his heart out and wining.

“I told you to shut up! Shut the fuck up!” Victorias voice echoed while pointing at Tin aggressively.

Wichapas held Build’s hand tight. He’s itching to get near and save his brother but he remained silent.

Tin didn’t stop crying, So, the angry woman grabbed his face. “Quiet!” But instead, Tin cried louder out of fear.

“Ma’am, please stop.” Dao tried to remove Victoria's hands off of Tin.

“You stay away, filthy slave! Don’t intervene.” Victoria slapped Dao’s arm using her free hand. Her eyes are wide and scary.

“Stop hurting my brother. You’re bad!” Ta tried to push her away from his brother but Victoria pushed him harder causing him to fall on the floor.

Dao quickly went to Ta and helped him stand up. She checked on him for possible injuries and tried to clean his clothes. Now, both of the kids are crying.

“Shut up! You are both annoying. That’s one of the reasons why your older brother is slowly abandoning both of you.”

“Hia loves us.” Ta told her, glaring.

“Huh! Love? He’s tired of you and this crybaby right here. You both are loud and handful. You’re disturbing and annoying, that's why he’s giving you to me so easily.”

Dao stood up and forcefully pulled Tin, making the woman let go. “You have no right to speak like that. Lord Wichapas love his brothers.” She protectively held Tin and Ta on her side as the kids hugged her waist tightly, still crying.

“Who are you to intervene? You’re just a babysitter.” Victoria became angrier than before.

“At least I cared for them. Unlike you who’s supposed to be their family but treating them this way.” Dao stood still. She’s extremely scared but he cannot let this woman hurt these innocent kids.

“Family?” Victoria laughed. “Who said they are my family? Once I get my money from Fah, I will leave everyone here and live happily out of this country. I don’t care about their dramas in life. I just want my payment for playing as the grandmother of these orphans.”

“Y-you’re fake?” Dao asked with wide eyes.

Victoria realized what she just said. She cleared her throat and tried to look intimidating once again. “You should not know that but…” she sighed. “I guess I need to tell Fah to eliminate you as soon as possible.” She displayed a devilish smirk to Dao.

Dao became more frightened. Her knees trembled upon hearing that. She held the kids tighter.

“You better say goodbye to those annoying creatures. Today might be your last day alive.” Victoria stepped forward to them. She held out her hands to grab the kids but she was halted when a voice was heard.

“Try to lay a hand on my brothers once again and you’ll find yourself drowning in your own blood.”

They all looked outside the gazebo where Wichapas and Build were standing. The kids immediately ran to them, Dao followed. Tin and Ta hugged their brother, still crying. Wichapas tapped their heads and let Build handle the kids for him. He went near the woman with unreadable eyes.

He’s mad about everything. He’ll never forget what he saw. He’ll never forget what he heard.

Build take them. He went closer to the woman, eyes unreadable.

"Thank you for making it easier for me. I was trying to figure out how to get rid of you."

Victoria trembled. She stepped back.

"It wasn't my idea. It's all Fah's…" Victoria wasn't able to finish because Wichapas held her neck. She immediately felt the loss of air on her body and tried to remove Wichapas's hand.

"Where's the braveness you used on my brother earlier? Show it to me now." Wichapas grinned. He felt victorious to see the woman struggling right now.

Wichapas is lost in his thoughts. He's been thinking on how to execute all the plans he has. Should he kill her now? Or should he take Fah and Victoria's lives together?

He went back to the present when he felt a hand on his back and stomach, slightly hugging him.

"Stop, please." He heard Build's voice but he never let go of the woman's neck, still glaring at her. "Love, stop. Not here. People are looking." Build slowly pushed him away.

Wichapas let go of Victoria who is now coughing and trying to find something to hold on to balance herself.

"Find the best place to hide. Tell Fah that I am not letting this go easily. If she wants this kind of game, I'll give her this. You and that woman will suffer in my hands." Wichapas spoke.

Build was also surprised by the way he spoke. This is the very first time he heard Wichapas speak like that. But he calmed himself and dragged Wichapas away.

The whole ride home was quiet. Wichapas was driving. The kids stayed with Dao at the back. Build can still feel the anger in Wichapas' demeanor. But he stayed quiet about it. Once they arrived at the mansion, Tin immediately raised his hands to Wichapas, indicating to pick him up. The older one did. Tin buried his face on his brother's shoulder and started crying once again.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault. Hia is sorry, okay?" Wichapas ran his hands up and the kid's back. "It's alright. It won't happen again. I'm sorry."

"She's really bad." Ta started to tear up again so Build picked him up.

"It's alright."

They went to the living room and sat down on the sofa while the kids were hugging them like a koala.

"Young Master Ta's hand has a scratch. I'll get the first aid kit." Dao said and was about to leave.

"Dao." Wichapas called.

"Yes, my Lord?" Dao bowed her head.

"Are you alright?" Wichapas asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, master. Thank you for asking."

"Thank you for taking care of them."

Dao looked at his master, surprised. "Sir, it's my duty to take care of them."

"And you proved to me that I was right to trust you. Thank you." Wichapas smiled at her.

"It was an honor to serve you and your family, my Lord." Dao bowed to him once again, smiling. And then she left to get the first aid kit.

Build tried to lighten up the mood. He kept talking to the kids and even mentioned staying the night with them. It made the magic. The kids felt a little lighter after hearing that. Dao came back with the kit and Build cleaned Ta's wound.

Build and Dao helped the kids settle down in their room, after that Build asked Dao to accompany the kids in the room for a while to check on Wichapas. He went to his room but it was empty so he went to his office. He knocked before opening the door. Build found him standing in the near the glass window, staring outside, deep in thoughts.

"Love?" He called.

Wichapas quickly looked at him upon hearing his voice. He smiled a little before opening his hand, beckoning him for a hug. Build gladly complied. Wichapas kissed his head before burying his face on Build's neck. Build laughed a bit thinking how this gesture is really the same with Ta and Tin.

"Calm down." He said.

"I'm trying." Wichapas said, muffled.

"You have to think clearly about this. I trust you to do the right thing." Build can't forget about the threats he heard from Wichapas earlier.

Wichapas stood straight and looked at him. "Did I scare you?"

Build looked him in the eyes. Was he scared? Was he frightened by how the situation was handled by Wichapas?

He shook his head. He raised his hand and held his cheek. "You were just protecting your family."

"I'll do anything for them." Wichapas tilted his head to kiss Build's wrist. "And for you."

Build felt a pang of pain. Now that Wichapas's biggest problem is starting to settle down, he's ready to make his plans in action.

Wichapas sighed. "I want to smoke right now." He said looking down.

"Do you want me to stay with the kids until you're done smoking?" Build asked politely. He knows Wichapas needs to relieve his stress. Even though he's against it, if smoking will make him feel better, he'll allow it.

But Wichapas hugged him again, inhaling deep.on his neck and leaving a peck. "No. Stay with me. You are more addicting than anything else."

Wichapas wanted to end this problem. He went all throughout to drag Fah's family down. He bought all their family properties, by force of course. After that day, Victoria and Fah went missing. But Wichapas will never let them go. He formed a group of his bodyguards to find them in every corner of the world as soon as possible. It will take time, but they will meet again soon. And when that happens, things will be fine again.

Everything will be fine again, right?

Chapter Text

They manage to go back to their old lives. Going to kindergarten helped the kids forget about what happened. Wichapas made sure that the kids are safe even at school. He stationed some bodyguards outside the school to be sure. He can't take any risk.

Build was okay. Aside from the symptoms he's battling with every day, he is occupied with the thoughts. He tried to act normal around everyone even though he feels worse every morning. He's been battling with stomach pain, sudden headache and vomiting. He's still drinking the medicines Dr. Chat gave him. But these days, he feels easily tired. Like going up and down the stairs makes him out of breath. Or the sudden rapid of his heartbeat even when he was sitting. Build thinks he's out of shape, so he tried to exercise more. But he also feels lazy. He just wants to be in bed all the time and sleep or just eat in the kitchen. But he kept staying away from green vegetables.

He tried to assess his body. All the differences he observed made him think more. His anxiety attacks every now and then. What if he suddenly shuts down? What if he'll get betrayed by his body and it suddenly gives up without warning? What if he never wakes up tomorrow.

Build visited Dr. Chat again. He's complaining about the tiredness and sudden rapid heartbeats. But he never told him about the vomiting. So, the doctor ran a test to check his heart.

"Your heart is getting weaker. I don't have an explanation for these but your heart is a little.weaker than before. Do you feel really fine?" Dr. Chat sounded so worried.

"Aside from what I told you, I think I'm fine." Build shrugged.

"Build, I think you need to tell them." Dr. Chat always persuades him to tell his family about this condition.

"I will, of course." Build looked away.

"You've been saying that for weeks now." Dr. Chat sighed in defeat.

"I will. I mean, soon. You know, it's just that..it's hard to tell them that I'm getting weak and will die soon." He shrugged once again. "I don't want any of them to create limitations just because I will die soon. And I don't want to be an additional burden to them. They have their own problems."

"Are you surrendering? You're still strong enough to fight." The man asked, trying to read Build's mind.

Build smiled bitterly. "There's no point in fighting, anyways. It's me against destiny."

Imagining the look of pity on his family's eyes, seeing tears from the people he love, being weak in front of others makes his stomach turn upside down. He can't bear to see them suffering because of him. He better have this by himself and leave this world peacefully.

"I will never get tired of reminding you that everything is just a possibility. And I hope you are telling me everything about you and not leaving any details behind. You are not alone. Please, let them help you."

Build just smiled at him, not wanting to talk anymore.

So, the doctor just sighed in defeat. "Alright. I give you medicines for headaches, in addition to the medicines for stomach aches. Just drink them when it hurts so bad, okay?" Build nods. "I'll give you vitamins. Drink them regularly and observe how it will affect your body. Take proper sleep and eat healthy. "

–

“Phi, how does it feel to live in a country with snow?” Build asked one morning while they were having breakfast.

“It’s cold all year round.” Than laughed.

“Do you still have the house there?” Build asked.

“Yes. In fact,” Than side-eyed his father. “Dad bought the house while I was there.”

Their father stopped eating and looked at Than.

“What? You think I don’t know? You bought the house where I live and every month I pay the rent, the amount appears in the bank account mom gave us.”

Mr. Puttha cleared his throat, trying to gain composure.

“Dad, don’t try to reason out. I know you're checking on me from time to time.” Than looked at his father mockingly.

“No one’s staying there now?” Build asked.

Than started to frown. A little confused about Build’s sudden interest. “No one. Why do you ask?”

Build smiled. “I want to go there.”

“Really? Alright, let’s have a vacation there.” Than said.

“No. Uhm…” Build placed down his utensils. “I want to stay there. Like for good.” Build looked at them, trying to figure out their reaction.

“For good? What do you mean?” Their father asked.

“P’Than is staying here already. He resigned from the hospital and will be here for good. So, I think I want to experience living alone. Like P’Than did.” Build tried his best not to tremble. He must not be obvious about his plan.

“Build, this is not sitting well with me.” His father looked at him seriously. “Enlighten me.”

“Dad.” Build tried to laugh the nervousness away. “I just want to experience what P’Than had experienced. Look at him now. He’s fine and very well.”

Than is looking at him carefully. He’s feeling something about Build these past few days and today made his suspicion higher.

“Are you planning to run away with Lord Wichapas?” Than asked.

“What? No.” Build laughed a little. “Why should we run away? And he's busy with the preparation of the examination so he’ll stay here.”

Than’s guess is right. Build wants to go alone. He knows his brother is not feeling well and being alone is very dangerous for him. Build never say anything about stomach ache or not feeling well at all. And it made him a lot more suspicious.

The conversation was left open and Build insists that it was for his personal growth. Than and his Dad are not convinced so they agreed to talk about it some other time.

The plan is on the move. Everything is fine. Things are going smoothly. There is only one thing left to do and he’ll work on it now.

–

Wichapas came home a little late. He went to the Central this morning with Prem for a council meeting about the royal examination. Prem decided to spend the night at the hospital with his family. Wichapas is so exhausted that he might not be able to eat dinner with the kids today. Or maybe, they had eaten already. He got out of the car when it stopped in the garage and walked straight to the stairs but he halted his steps when he heard giggles from the garden. He frowned and went to look. A housemaid, who's about to enter the house, saw him and quickly bowed to him.

"Good evening, Sir. Dinner is ready. Khun Jakapan requested to have dinner in the garden so we set a table outside."

Wichapas' mind suddenly relaxed. He nods to the housemaid and she continues her track. Wichapas stepped outside and saw the three most important people in his life, sitting at a well set table. They were talking about something and playful laughters could be heard. Dao saw him coming.

"Lord Wichapas is home." She said, letting the others know, before bowing to him followed by the other housemaids.

The twins waved at him with wide smiles while Build stood up immediately to go to him. He quickly wrapped his arms around Wichapas's shoulder, making the latter a little bit shocked. Build is not fond of public displays of affection. He's clingy when it's just the two of them.

"Hi. Sorry I took over your position in this house and asked them to set up the dinner outside." Build giggled.

Wichapas immediately held his waist before dropping a sniff kiss on Build's forehead. He groaned. He smelled some fruits and a hint of his own scent.

"What's wrong?" Build looked at him full of worry.

"Nothing." Wichapas shook his head. "Maybe I'm just too tired and hungry. What do we have for dinner?"

Build smiled again. "I know you'll be so tired today. So, I asked them to cook a lot of delicious food for us. Aunt Praya and I baked an apple tart today. I brought some."

Maybe that's why he smells like fruit today.

They both went to the table, hand in hand. Wichapas kissed both his brother's head before sitting on the chair left vacant for him.

"How's school today?" Wichapas asked.

Build started putting food on Wichapas's plate while Dao helped the kids.

"It's great. P'Build picked us up today and we bought ice cream." Ta answered enthusiastically.

"I had chocolate and Ta had mint. It tastes terrible." Tin made a disgusting face.

"It's delicious. That's why I let you have some of mine." Ta frowned.

"It tastes like toothpaste though." Tin looked at his twin brother like he had grown another head.

The twins continue bickering. Wichapas looked at Build who's smiling while putting food on his own plate. He grabbed his hand and kissed his palm. Build palmed his cheek.

"You look so tired. Hurry up and eat so you can take a rest."

"Will you spend the night here?" He asked, looking him in the eyes so deep.

Build laughed a little. "I was planning to. Can I?"

"You don't have to ask." Wichapas smiled before kissing the back of his hand.

The twins clapped their hands upon hearing their conversation. Wichapas can't believe how relaxed he is right after a very hectic day. Is this how it felt going home to a complete family? Build made them feel complete like sunshine in summer.

"But I will sleep in the kids' room so you can rest."

"What? No." Wichapas looked at the kids who were happily eating their dinner.

"I promised to read for them at bedtime." Build showed an apologetic smile.

Wichapas lets out a deep breath. "You can go to our room after they fall asleep."

Build had a glint of happiness on his eyes after hearing him. He never expected that Wichapas would call his own room as theirs now. His heart beat faster and he felt butterflies flying inside his stomach.

"Hia, P'Build rarely sleeps here. And when he does, he sleeps with you. Let him sleep with us." Ta complained.

Build laughed. They continued the dinner as Wichapas surrendered. How can he win a one versus three argument in the first place?

The dinner was done and Build helped the kids wash up before going to bed. But the kids insisted that they could do it on their own. So he let Dao prepare their sleepwear before going to the other room.

𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚. Build can’t help but smile once again. He hoped he heard that a little sooner. Another smile appeared but this time it’s a bitter one.

He reached the door of the room. He knocked before opening it, witnessing Wichapas going out of the walk-in closet, freshly washed up and ready to go to bed.

“Sleep here, please.” Wichapas buried face on the crook of his neck. He felt his shoulder getting wet with the droplets of water from his hair.

“If I do, the kids will follow me here.” Build played with his hair. “Dry your hair then go to sleep.”

“Dry my hair.” Wichapas’ voice is muffled and sounds sleepy.

Build laughed. “The kids don’t want me to help them wash up. Then here you are, being a big baby.”

“I am your baby.” Wichapas pecked his lips.

Build laughed. “I’ll go wash up too. Dry your hair now.”

Build went inside the bathroom and wore Wichapas’ clothes after. He has some pairs of clothes in the closet too but he always chooses to wear Wichapas’ clothes every time. He went out of the walk-in closet and saw Wichapas asleep on the bed. His mouth is a little gaped and deeply asleep. Build smiled before going near him. He fixed his blanket and checked if his hair was already dry. He kissed Wichapas’ forehead, nose and dropped a peck on his gapped lips. Wichapas groaned due to the disturbance but didn’t wake up. He must be really tired. Build left the room smiling.

He went to the kids who were waiting for him on the bed. Dao bid his good night when he saw Build getting ready to join the kids. A storybook was waiting for him in between them indicating that Build should position himself there. The story started, Build sandwiched by the kids but before the story ended he found out they were asleep already. He fixed their position properly, covered them with a blanket and slowly slipped out of the bed. The kids didn’t even stir, they were deep asleep.

Build went to Wichapas’ room. He slowly opened the door and locked it after he was inside. He tried not to make any noise. He slid inside the blanket carefully. The dipped from his weight so Wichapas was a little startled. He looked at Build with hooded eyes.

“Sorry.” Build displayed an apologetic smile for waking him up.

Wichapas didn’t answer but he pulled Build on his chest, one leg on his waist. He squeezed Build until the other squirmed.

“I can’t breathe.”

Wichapas laughed slowly but he kissed Build’s forehead as he lose his hug. His eyes are still closed, barely awake. Build returned the hug and hid his face on the other’s neck.

“Good night.”

It was in the middle of the night when Wichapas was awakened by a palm playing on his chest. He slowly opened his eyes and looked beside him, seeing Build looking at him too. There is something in his gaze that tells him he needs something. Wichapas held his hand and intertwined their fingers on the top of his chest. Build moved and kissed his clothed shoulder, his jaw until he was inches apart from his lips.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Build looked down and pressed his forehead to Wichapas’ lips. “Nightmare.” he whispered.

Wichapas hugged him tight, one hand running up and down his back. “Do you need water?”

But Build shook his head and looked up. He tried to converse without a word. His eyes stare directly that screams ‘need’. He needs something other than water. Wichapas is not a fool to not understand those stares. But more than need, there is something in his eyes that is different. Moments later, Build’s eyes were pooled with tears. It made his eyes glisten more. Despite the darkness in the room, Wichapas can see it clearly.

There’s fear in Build’s eyes. Was it because of the nightmare? Or was it because of something else?

Build kissed him, long and steady. Their lips remained in contact for a few seconds before Wichapas heard soft sobs and he felt his cheeks wet. Build is crying on top of him. Wichapas started to panic and pushed Build a little.

“Hey. Calm down.” He cupped Build’s cheek and wiped the tears away but they kept flowing. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“I love you so much. I really do.” Build said between the sobs.

Wichapas laughed a little. “ You’re crying because you love me so much in the middle of the night? Aren’t you too smitten with me?”

Build laughed too but tears continued to fall. “Sorry for waking you up.”

“I would love to wake up like this. But not crying, you make me panic.”

Build dropped his body on Wichapas making him groan with the impact.

“If you keep staying on top of me, I might start doing something to you.” Wichapas jokes.

“I have been waiting since you woke up.” Build answered in a muffled voice.

Wichapas immediately flipped him down, now he’s on top of Build. “You should’ve told me you wanted me.” he said.

Build didn’t have the chance to answer when Wichapas dived into him. They kissed each other passionately. Like they don't want to be apart. Wichapas’ hand started to roam around Build’s body, caressing him softly. Build can’t help but moan.

“I’ll do it soft and slow.” Wichapas whispered.

Wichapas removed his shirt and guided Build’s hand to touch him. He pressed his fingers on his neck, down to his chest, to his abs and hooked them to his waistband. Build didn’t move, waiting for instructions. But Wichapas didn’t give any. Instead, he raised Build’s shirt and started kissing his chest, playing with his nipples. Build squirmed and let go. He gripped Wichapas’ hair and cried out of pleasure. Wichapas went down, kissing his stomach. Build’s breathing became faster and uneven. As he went down, he played his navel with his tongue, making Build arch his back and moaning so loud. Wichapas took the opportunity to slide down Build’s shorts smoothly. In a blink of an eye, Build is half naked. The pair of lips traveled to his thighs. Kissing, sucking, and leaving a lot of marks.

Wichapas is amazed as he witnesses a huge amount of slick come out from Build right in front of his eyes. It smells sweet. Like fruits and powder. But it suddenly changed into the smell of wet woods. Wichapas frowned. Was that possible? The sudden change of smell? Wait, Build has a scent. His slick is scented.

Wichapas immediately looked up to him. Build’s eyes are closed, moaning and lost in pleasure. “Do something.” he said when he realized Wichapas stopped licking him.

Wichapas crawled on top of him. “You’re so special.” he said before kissing him passionately.

Build answered his kiss, fighting for dominance but Wichapas didn’t let him win. Wichapas explored his mouth and tasted him like he was the best desert he ever had. The sweetest fruit he had ever tasted. The softest skin had touched. They are both getting wild and crazy.

They spent the rest of the night with passion and pleasure. They made love and let intimacy invade their minds and body. They never let go of each other. But Wichapas had to stop when Build passed out. He pulled out of Build and laughed a little after seeing Build’s sleeping face. He lied down beside him and pulled him closer, kissed his lips and forehead before keeping him in a warm hug and falling asleep too.

Wichapas slid his hand on the mattress only to find an empty space beside him. The sun is high, it’s late morning. He looked at the room but he found no one. He messed up his hair and he realized he’s all naked. Suppressing a smile, he went off the bed and picked up the sweatpants he was wearing last night. Facing the glass door going to the balcony, he let the sun rays touch his skin as he put on his sweatpants and disregarded the underwear on the floor. He picked up the remaining clothes, him and Build’s on the floor and threw it in the hamper inside the walk-in closet. He washed his face and brushed his teeth before getting a new shirt in the closet. He went down looking for a specific person. Wichapas found himself going to the kitchen.

“And you have to put all of this and it’s done. You can make this for the kids from now on.” He heard Build’s voice.

He entered the kitchen and saw Build and Dao doing something. They quickly saw him entering so Dao bowed to him and Build smiled as he went near him.

“Good morning. Coffee or tea?” Build asked him.

Wichapas pulled him and kissed his forehead. “You.”

They heard Dao giggled from the kitchen counter so Build smacked his chest, glaring.

“I mean, coffee.” Wichapas said, smiling playfully.

“I’ll have it prepared.” Dao said but Build halted her.

“It’s fine, Dao. I’ll do it. Please, bring the sandwiches to kids. We’ll follow soon.”

“Yes, Khun.” Dao picked up the tray full of sandwiches they made and left the kitchen.

Build guided Wichapas to sit on the stool at the counter before starting to prepare his coffee.

“You should’ve woken me up when you did.” Wichapas asked.

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔? 𝑁𝑜, 𝐼’𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡.

“You’re drooling. I dare not to interrupt.” Build said playfully.

“Someone visited me in my dream and I keep drooling.” Wichapas stood up and hugged him from behind.

“I wonder who it was.” Build giggled.

“Someone with a soft peach.” Wichapas grabbed Build’s butt cheek.

“Pervert.” Build slapped his hand and guided it back on his waist. “Are you still in a sleep daze that you forgot to wear underwear?”

Build felt his manhood pressed on his buttcheeks and Wichapas was pressing it harder on purpose. He kissed his nape and the back of his ear.

“I just gained consciousness. I hope you realize that.” Build said again.

“I was slow and soft to you last night but you still passed out.” Wichapas whispered.

“It was soft and slow, yes. But it was continuous. We never stopped even for a minute.” Build complained and forced himself to turn around and face him.

Wichapas laughed, holding his waist. Now that he was facing Build so close, he appreciated his beauty even more. “I can’t help it. You’re too sweet.”

“Your coffee is ready just the way you like it. Drink and be awake. The kids are waiting for me. They are mad because they woke up without me.” Build smiled.

“I want to be with you. Just us.”

Build looked at him suspiciously. Something came to his mind. “I haven’t seen the whole territory yet. Let’s ride your horse and have a stroll.”

“How about you ride me instead?” Wichapas tried to kiss him but Build pushed him away.

“I’m done with you and your perverted mind.” Build stepped away. “Wash up and get ready. I’ll tell Prem to get the horse. Either you go with me or I’ll ride alone.” Build ran out of the kitchen, leaving Wichapas smiling because of his cuteness.

They managed to sneak out from the kids. They rode Wichapas’ horse, Wichapas hugging him from behind as he held the lead and had a stroll in the territory. Wichapas introduced him to some workers and they went farther away. They went to the woods and Build loved it. It’s quiet and fresh. He leaned back to Wichapas’ body and rested his head on his forehead.

“Do you really want to be a king?” He asked.

Wichapas was startled with the question. “What?”

Build sat up again and tilted his head to his face. “Do you want to rule this kingdom?”

Wichapas looked away, staring at the woods. “It’s my father’s dream. To be a king. But he died so I want to make it happen for him.”

“And you? What do you really want?” Build asked again.

Wichapas contemplated on answering. What does he really want? The only thing he always thinks is to make his father’s dream come true but what does he really want?

Build sighed and looked at the woods too. “I want a family. A happy family. I want a loving partner and kids, maybe two or three.” 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜. “I want to hear laughter at home. I want to take care of my kids and my partner. But I can’t have them. I will never have any.”

Wichapas hugged him from behind while holding the lead. “We’ll be fine.”

“Now, maybe, yes. But in the longer run, we don’t know.” Build started to tear up.

“No. I’m fine with just us. You and me, forever.” Wichapas buried his face on the side of his neck.

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟.

“Do you remember? We first met here.”

Wichapas looked up and followed where Build was looking. He saw the place where Build suddenly appeared last time. He remembered the pale face of a man, shocked and breathing roughly. The man who he saved from the royal guards. The man who was fooled by his brothers. The man who stirred up his life. The man who gave him so much happiness. The man who he loves right now.

“I’m glad I went here that day.”

Build smiled tilted his head once again to kiss him.

They went back to the mansion for lunch. The kids must be sulking because they are not included on the trip so Wichapas is coming up with an idea on how to make it up to them. They reached the front of the mansion and they saw a car parked in front of it. Wichapas immediately recognized the car. They went down the horse.

“You’re going home?” Wichapas asked.

“Yes. I told him to pick me up.” Build looked away.

“I could’ve driven you home like before.” Wichapas asked, confused. He usually drives Build home.

Build let out a deep breath and looked at him. He went closer. “I want you to be happy, really.”

Wichapas frown. He’s lost.

“I want you to achieve everything that you want. I want you to build the life that you truly want. I want you to…”

“What are you saying?” Wichapas can’t understand the situation. The sudden change in Build's mood confuses him, really.

“I’m saying you deserve someone better. Someone who can make you happy for the rest of your life. Someone who can be with you forever.” Build tried to control his emotions but he failed. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks and he could not control his sobs. “And that’s not me.”

Everything stopped. Wichapas’ face suddenly became pale. He felt like all the blood in his body stopped. He forced his body to move and hold both of his hands.

“Hey. I… Love, what’s going on?” Wichapas looked him in the eyes, searching for answers.

“Let’s end this.” Build said but he wept right after. The words he just said hurts him like hell.

“What? Why? Is there something wrong? Did I do something that upset you? Are you mad? Tell me, love. Please.” Wichapas cupped his face and forced Build to look at him.

“It will be better this way.” Build said in between his sobs.

“Better what?” Wichapas huffed. “I won’t be better without you, you know that.”

Build shook his head and removed Wichapas hands on his face. “Everything will be fine without me. You have to learn how to live again without me.”

Wichapas looked at him intensely. It was a mix of pleading eyes and glare. But he looked away, swallowing his own tears, trying to calm his mind.

“Love, let’s talk about this okay? Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑚𝑒. 𝐼’𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚. 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒.

“I’m sorry.” That's all that Build can say despite all the thoughts he has in mind.

Wichapas can’t take it anymore. His emotions are killing him inside. He’s been trying to calm himself down but he failed.

“Sorry for what? If you’re breaking up with me, at least tell me why. Tell me the fucking reason why!” He snapped, making Build flinch. This is the very first time he shouted at Build.

They were both emotional. Build kept his mouth shut, kept crying and gripping the hem of his shirt. His stomach hurts like hell and he can’t breathe. He’s trying to balance himself and remain conscious.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean it.” Wichapas held his shoulders and caressed his arms when he realized Build was surprised.

He saw some housemaids went out to check for them. They may have heard him shout and wanted to see what’s going on. But when they saw the situation they immediately went inside. In the corner of his eyes, he saw his brothers watching them, Prem and Dao holding them in place because they seemed like they wanted to run to where they were.

Build moved, walking past through him.

“Love.” Wichapas called but he never looked back.

“Build.” He called once again but Build opened the car door.

“Jakapan.” He tried once again but Build is already inside.

The kids ran to him when the car started moving away.

“P’Build!” Ta shouted, stopping beside his Hia.

“Phi!” Tin ran, crying, trying to chase the car but it was already far. Dao ran after him and stopped him.

It was a bright noon of summer, the sun shining brightly in the sky, when the Sumettikul mansion turned into a quiet place once again.

Chapter Text

It hurts. It hurts so much. Build's stomach is aching, his head is spinning, tears keep falling and he keeps his hand on his mouth to suppress sobs but it still makes a sound. He rested his head in the car window, feeling terrible.

It is for the best, he thinks. If he will die, he better die alone. They will remember him for a few years but they will definitely continue to live their own lives after. He doesn't want to see Wichapas crying beside his bed. Build doesn't want to see Wichapas in pain because of him. But, what did he do just now? He hurt him.

Build clutches his chest. It hurts but he’s not sure which part of his body hurts more. The driver tried to check on him by looking at the rearview mirror multiple times. The concerned man decided to drive a little faster so Build could be home as soon as possible. Build cried continuously and he’s pale. He can’t breathe. There was something on his chest that felt like it clogged his air. It hurts.

The driver pulled into the front of the house. He quickly ran around to open the passenger seat and help Build outside. The young man’s body is shaking. Tears never stopped falling. He can barely take a step. Full of worry, the driver shouted for help. Housemaids run to them quickly and soon after, Mr. Puttha runs outside followed by Aunt Praya. He quickly runs towards Build to catch him when he is about to fall.

“Build?! What happened?” He kneeled in front of his son.

“D-Dad.” Build continues to cry, loud and full of pain, holding his father's shoulders.

“Are you hurt? What happened?” His father is so confused. He tried patting his back and shoulders but Build continued to wail.

Mr. Puttha tried to get Build’s attention. He tried asking questions to know what was really going on. Until a black car pulled at the garage. Than and Chat ran out of the vehicle as they saw what was happening. Than did the same as his father. He asked questions and tried to calm Build down but after just a few seconds, Build lost his consciousness. He flopped down on his father’s arms causing the old man to shout out loud. Than immediately checked his pulse.

“I think he’s losing oxygen. Shall we bring him to the hospital?” Than asked Chat.

“Too far. I have a portable oxygen machine in the car. Please get that and the medicine kit. I’ll bring him inside.” Chat scooped Build and ran inside. Than ran back to the car and tried to find the machine.

“Are the medicines in his room?” Chat asked while running upstairs, unconscious Build on his arms, guided by Mr. Puttha and Aunt Praya.

“What medicine?” Mr. Puttha asked, confused.

“I’ll explain later.”

Aunt Praya opened Build’s room door and Chat laid him down carefully. Than came almost breathless from running with boxes on both hands.

“Set up the IV drip. I think he is dehydrated.” Chat said as Than handed him the machine.

Than found an IV drip in the medicine kit and started to set it up as well.

“Auntie, can you get me anything tall to put this?” Than asked the woman who’s shaking at the corner. She quickly went out of the room.

“Is he okay?” His father asked.

“We’re trying to figure it out, Dad. Please calm down.” Than was moving fluidly but his eyes were full of worries.

Than checked his pulse once again. He checked Build’s blood pressure. Aunt Praya came back with a wooden coat rack stand.

“Will this do?” she asked.

“Yes, Auntie. Thank you very much.” He grabbed the rack and clipped the IV drip.

The woman went out of the room, she couldn't cope up with what was happening. He can’t afford to see Build in that situation.

“He needs metoprolol.” Chat said, stethoscope working on Build’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. Build can’t take the medicines he gave, he’s unconscious and won’t be able to swallow anything.

“A what?” Than looked at him, shocked and confused.

“His heart beat is fast and his blood pressure is getting high. I’ll explain to you later.” Chat told him.

Than quickly went back to the kit to find a syringe and the said medicine. Chat told him the dosage. He pricked the syringe to the IV drip. Than continue monitoring his heart beat using the stethoscope. After a few minutes, he pulled back and hung the medical instrument on his shoulder.

“He’s fine. His heart rate is back to normal.”

“Do we need to bring him to the hospital?” Mr. Puttha asked.

“We have to observe him. If he’s not fine until tomorrow, we need to bring him to the hospital.” Chat answered.

“You know something, would you tell us what’s going on with him?” Than asked, sitting down in the bed. He fixed Build’s hair and the strap of the oxygen to place it properly.

Than sighed, long and deep.

“Tell us, Chat. We need to know.” Mr. Puttha said, standing beside the bed.

“Build heard you when you were talking about the worst thing that can happen to him.” Than and his father looked at each other. “He knows you consulted me about it first so he asked me. Your brother is a very persuasive man, you know that. So I told him our suspicions. He’s been having a regular check up with me. Secret check up. He doesn't want to tell anybody. Especially both of you and Lord Wichapas. He’s been drinking medicines and vitamins I gave him and I think it helps. Last time he went to me, he said he’s having difficulty breathing and easily gets tired. His heart is unpredictable. I think..” Chat swallowed a lump on his throat and looked at Build. “I think things are getting different. I just don’t know if it is good or bad. I just have a feeling.”

Mr. Puttha massaged his temples. Than continued staring at his brother’s figure before looking up at Chat.

“I’m sorry. We’re supposed to have lunch here today.” Than told him.

“It’s fine. It’s also pure luck that we decided to have lunch here today. If not, things could’ve been worse.”

“I know.” Than can’t imagine what would've happened if they didn’t come home at that moment.

It was late afternoon, the sun was already setting. Build is still laying down the bed, unconscious. Than is sitting beside him, doing something on his laptop. Chat sat in an armchair near the window and was talking to someone. Mr. Putta went out for a while to do something in his office. Soft knocks were heard followed by opening of the door.

“I am asked to get the snack tray if you are done.” The housemaid went in.

“Yes, we’re done. Thank you.” Than answered to her while smiling.

The housemaid picked up the tray with tea cups and a few remaining pies that Aunt Praya gave to them while waiting for Build to wake up. Her eyes can’t help but to look at the man laying in the bed with an oxygen mask.

“How is he, Khun?” the housemaid asked Than worriedly.

It’s not shocking for Than as they were relatively close to the workers at home. Build is a bubbly person around the household. He has always annoyed Aunt Praya and the housemaid ever since he was a kid. And what happened today made the whole household worry.

“He’s fine. He’ll wake up soon. Tell the others that he’s fine and nothing to worry about.” Than told her.

She smiled. “That’s good to hear. I’ll tell them he’s coming back to the old Biubiu we have.” She slightly bowed and left.

Than can’t help but laugh a little. When they were still kids, whenever Build was extremely annoying to the household workers, they always called him ‘Biubiu’. Build always gets offended and says it sounded like the name of a cat.

That went out of his reverie when the door opened again and his father came in. He was just about to ask Than something but he saw Build’s eyelids move.

“I think he is awake.” He said as he went to the other side of the bed.

Build’s eyelids moved again and opened his eyes, droopy. Chat ended the call and stood near the bed. Build roamed his eyes and saw everyone. But when his eyes landed on Chat, he looked alarmed. He lifted up his hand and touched the oxygen mask.

“Do you want to remove it? Are you breathing fine now?” Than asked.

Build answered with a nod. Than removed the oxygen mask.

“How are you feeling?” His Dad asked.

“I’m fine, Dad. I’m sorry I made you worried.” Build answered weakly. He’s still pale and his voice is a little hoarse.

Than grabbed a glass of water on the bedside table. Their father assisted Build to sit up to drink. When done, Build rested his body on the headboard. He examined his hand with IV drip.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Than asked him again.

Build looked at Chat with questioning eyes. The man just nodded at him, confirming that he had told them.

“You’ve been worrying about me since I was a teenager. I don’t want to be a burden anymore.” Build looked down on the bed sheet.

The bed dipped as his father sat beside his leg. “Of course we are worried. I only have you and Than in this world. You shouldn't have kept it a secret from us.”

“Is that why you wanted to live abroad? You want to keep it a secret from us?” Tha held his brother’s hand that has no IV drip connected.

Build nodded and looked up with tears forming in his eyes.

“It was just an assumption, Build. We haven’t proven anything yet. We are still not sure if it will really happen.” Than refused to say the word. He tried his best to avoid the word at all cost.

“I was getting weaker everyday. I felt changes in my body these past few days. I was taking the medicines P’Chat gave me but it’s still the same. I am afraid to leave all of you. I don’t…” Build choked. “I don’t want to see you in pain just because I’m getting weaker everyday.”

“But you don’t have to fight it alone. We are your family. We’re supposed to fight with you. P’Than and P’Chat are great doctors. They can help you a lot.” Mr. Puttha joined their hands.

“I know but..” he sniffed. “There’s no cure for this sickness. This is very rare that nobody knows what this is even called. I will just wait to become a broken omega and die.”

Mr. Puttha pressed their hands.

“Then let us be there with you. If that really happens, let us be by your side until the end.” Than was about to cry but he bit his tongue to suppress the tears. No, he’ll not allow his brother to die. He’ll do anything to make him better.

Build hugged him. He dropped a kiss on the of his head before Build pulled away. “Sorry, Phi. I’m sorry, Dad. I’m sorry for keeping it from you. But you hid it from me at first. If I didn’t accidentally hear you, you wouldn't even tell me.” Build was pouting.

“I’m sorry for not telling you about it.” Than squeezed his hand.

“Are you planning to tell Lord Wichapas about this?” Mr. Puttha asked.

Build stiffened and then he looked away. “I broke up with him.”

The room suddenly became quiet. They were waiting for Build to speak again but it seems like he has no intention to. Build is in pain, it is clear.

“Alright. I’ll tell Aunt Praya to bring you dinner. Do you want anything?” His Dad asked.

“Anything will do.” Build answered and smiled weakly at him and his father left the room.

“I’ll take my leave now that you’re okay.” Chat said.

“Won’t you stay for dinner?” Than asked, getting off the bed to go near him.

“You know I’m on a night shift today. I just really waited for him to wake up.” Chat smiled at Build.

“Thank you so much, Phi. I’m sorry for being a weight to you for months.” Build said with a faint smile.

“You’re not a burden if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m your Phi, right? You don’t have to worry about it.” Chat touched his leg.

“Now that our secret is revealed, I hope that won’t affect your relationship.” Build said, looking at his brother who instantly became red.

“Relationship what?” Than asked. “Alright, conversation is over. Come on, I asked Aunt Praya to pack some dinner for you to bring to the hospital.” Than pull Chat away until they are at the door and then he looks back. “Let’s have dinner together.” He told his brother and pulled Chat again.

They were going downstairs when Than spoke. “Thank you for taking care of my brother.”

“Stop saying thank you to me. I love him just like my own brother.”

They reached the kitchen and Than asked Aunt Praya about the packed dinner for Chat. Aunt Praya even handed the man an insulated tumbler, a pastry box and a bento box.

“This is a beef soup, I put it here so the heat will last long. I made chocolate muffins this morning so bring some too. And this is your dinner.” Aunt Praya handed him all of it.

“This is a lot. Thank you so much, Auntie. You’re still the best.” Chat winked at her.

“I just want to thank you for taking good care of our Build.”

“Why do you all keep on thanking me? He’s a family to me. You don’t have to do all of this.”

“Still we wanted to thank you.” Mr. Puttha came, hearing their conversation. “Thank you, Chat. Let’s have a drink some time.” He placed a hand on Chat’s shoulder.

“Of course. Just let me know when and where. I’ll definitely come.”

“Alright. Enough talking. You’re late for work. I walk you to your car.” Than grabbed the bento box from him and walked away.

“Good night everyone.” Chat waved his hand that was holding the tumbler.

“Be careful at work.” Aunt Praya told him.

He followed Than in his car that was parked in front of the house. “I put your dinner here in the backseat. Give me those.” he grabbed the tumbler and the pastry box and placed it at the back seat too. “You can share the pastry with others. Or bring home the rest.”

“Is this how it felt like having a husband that cares for you?” Chat smiled at him teasingly making Than blushed. “I’m sorry for not telling you.”

Than shook his head. “No, I know you care for him, that's why you don’t want to hurt his feelings.”

“He kept telling me that he will tell you but I think he’s too afraid. Take care of him, he needs you guys right now.”

“Yes. I am actually glad that I resigned from the hospital and came back home. My family needs me right now.” Than is still full of worries.

“Don’t worry too much. Build is a fighter. He’s healthy. Judging by the fruity smell in his room, he must be sneaking fruits and eating them inside.” Chat chuckled.

“What do you mean?” Than asked, frowning.

“His room smells like fresh fruits. Don’t you smell it?”

Than is slightly confused. Build loves to eat. What Chat said is a possibility. Maybe he was too focused on Build that’s why he never observed the smell of the room.

“I’ll get going now. Good night.” Chat was about to round the car when Than spoke again.

“Chat, be careful when driving. Text me when you get to the hospital.” Than’s stomach felt warm. He felt..happy?

“Of course. Good night.” Chat smiled at him widely and rode the car.

Build, Than and their father ate dinner at Build’s room. But Build only ate a few spoonfuls. Than decided not to force him as the youngest became quiet and responded to them very timidly. Than told him that he will remove the IV once it’s all gone. He asked his brother which medicine he was taking every night. Build took his night medicines and started covering himself with the blanket.

“Do you want me to sleep here tonight?” Than asked.

Build shook his head without looking at his brother. Since Chat left, Built never uttered any word. It concerns Than a lot.

–

Soft knocks were heard from Wichapas door. The man never looks at the door and continues looking outside the glass window from his office.

“Sir, the dinner is ready. Your brothers are waiting for you.” Prem said.

The room is in complete silence. Prem took a long sigh, surrendering on getting an answer from his master. He was about to leave when he spoke.

“I should’ve known something was about to happen. The days were so fine. We were so happy together and I thought everything was right.” Wichapas said. “Tell The kids to eat first. I don’t have the appetite.”

And it lasted for days. Wichapas tried to think straight. He buried himself in business and preparing for the examination. There are times he is asking himself why he has to get busy about the royal examination even if he is not qualified now, it is because he thinks he will win Build back.

But why does it sound like he wanted Build back to qualify for the throne?

No, he wants Build back because he loves him.

Wichapas messed his hair before throwing everything that was on his office table. It was the middle of the night and he never had any decent sleep since that day. He is in so much pain. He can’t think straight.

He decided not to run after Build because he thinks the man needs time to think. So, he endured the pain, the longing. He misses him so much.

Wichapas never saw the kids again after that. He kept himself in the room or in his office. The kids never tried getting near him or approach him. He knows the kids are afraid to do so. He doesn't want it. But what can he do? He can’t bring himself to see the kids. He doesn’t want to see how gloomy the kids are. He knows, even the housemaids, are sad about what happened. Build was the sunshine of all. He came in and brightened everything.

–

Build woke up from a late morning nap. Staying in his room for days, refusing to go out and speak is what he had been busy about. He shut everyone out. Than or sometimes housemaids bring him water and food inside his room. His father tried talking to him but failed. Than and Chat tried their luck too but to no avail. Than almost threw himself to the Sumettikul mansion to tell Wichapas to talk to Build but Chat held him back. Everyone became helpless. Build never complained about any pains. He was eating very little at every meal.

He forced himself to get up and drink some water but there’s nothing left. He went off the bed and proceeded to get out of the room for the first time. He went down the stairs and went straight to the kitchen. The house is quiet and he never saw any housemaid. Maybe his father and brother are outside the house at this moment. After drinking a glass of cold water he traveled back to the stairs but he stopped when he saw Wichapas standing near him beside Aunt Praya.

Their eyes met and Build’s heart clenched.

Wichapas looked stressed. Hair is a bit long, he needs a haircut. His eyes looked tired but he smiled at him.

“Hi, love.”

Build felt a punch on his chest once again.

Wichapas looked at Build carefully. He wanted to throw himself and hug him, tight and long, but he held himself back. Build looks pale. Is he sick? He looks a little thinner than the last time they talk, considering it was just a few days ago. He looks sleepy and tired. There is a hint of dark shade under his eyes but he still looks gorgeous in Wichapas’ eyes. He even looks good in his oversized shirt which Wichapas recognized as his.

The Lord took a step forward to get to him but Build continued walking upstairs without looking back. He only had time to wipe his tears right after he closed the door in his room.

–

One of the Lords sent invitations for a fancy dinner party saying the King will come. Another match hunting evening party. But Wichapas had hopes. Mr. Puttha might attend the party with Build again. So, he went.

The night was magical. But Wichapas is looking for someone. After minutes of searching, he saw Mr. Puttha talking to other elites. His hopes became higher. Wichapas heart felt like jumping from excitement. Maybe they will be able to talk tonight and get back together.

But his hopes shattered when he saw Than go near his father. The old man seemed to be introducing his son to the elites and they were smiling ear to ear. Wichapas lost it. He left the venue even before the dinner started.

–

Wichapas tried to call Build on his phone but it was turned off. But he never gave up. He kept sending fruits, flowers and gifts to the house but he heard nothing back. He kept coming to the house but Build never went down and saw him. But he will never surrender.

Wichapas wanted to give it a try again. He went to the Puttha household before the sun set for the day. He is holding a bunch of flowers from their garden, Build’s favorite. But as he got out of the car, he saw someone standing in front of the house, holding a huge bouquet of red roses. Lord Arphus.

Wichapas went near him and they stood side by side.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

The man looked at him with a grin. “I should ask you that. Why are you here? He already broke up with you.”

Lord Wichapas’ face dimmed. How did he know? “And you’re here to take him? You wish.”

Lord Arphus laughed. “He already broke up with you. It means you’re no good so leave.”

“Shut the fuck up, will you?” Lord Wichapas held the flowers firmly, gritting his teeth.

“Lord Wichapas is revealing his true self. Maybe Build found out who you really are and decided to leave you.” Lord Arphus never stopped provoking.

Build knows the real him because he only lets Build know who he is as a person. The coldness he shows to people is to protect his family and their name. But the warmth he let Build see is the real him. But the tone Lord Arphus made doesn’t sit right to him. He grabbed the other man’s collar.

“You don’t get any right to say anything about us.”

A grin never left Lord Arphus’ lips. “Sure. But he will never want you back. You just used him for the throne.”

Lord Wichapas lost his patience. He threw the flowers away and dropped a hard punch on the other’s face causing him to fall down. Lord Arphus’ bouquet of roses fell on the ground and petals scattered. Lord Wichapas jumped unto him but Lord Arphus pushed him away. He slumped back. Lord Arphus stood up and punched him on the face.

Lord Wichapas tasted iron. But he never backed down. He kicked Lord Arphus on the chest and took the chance to get up. The man is taller and bulkier than him, that’s given, but he will never back down. The lack of sleep will never be a reason for weakness. He landed a punch on the other’s stomach and he groaned. He used all his remaining strength to get him down and he succeeded. He pressed Lord Arphus in the concrete and bumped his head. Lord Arphus’ left side of the forehead started to bleed.

Lord Arphus pushed his body with all his might. They punched each other more on the face and body. Lord Wichapas kicked him once more and the man staggered. He was about to take advantage of his imbalance but Lord Arphus held out a gun, pointing at him.

Shit. He didn’t have his gun with him. Why would he need a gun when talking to Build anyways.

A click was heard when Lord Arphus unlocked the gun.

“The last thing I want is to have a bloodbath in front of my house. Especially when my sons were inside.” Mr. Puttha came out of the house, anger on his face. Than standing behind him.

Lord Wichapas wipes the blood on his mouth and Lord Arphus did the same to his left forehead.

“What do I owe you for this kind of visit, respectful gentlemen?” The sarcasm in the old man’s tone is very noticeable. No one answered. “If you think Build will come down and talk to both of you because of this stunt, he will not. Please leave the premises before I call the police.”

Lord Arphus saw that Lord Wichapas was stepping on the petals of flowers from his bouquet so he kicked the bunch of flowers near his foot, the one that Lord Wichapas was holding earlier.

The Lords didn’t have a choice but to leave, glaring at each other. They rode their own cars and spent the whole night with anger. Than and his father decided not to tell Build what happened. This will just cause him more stress.
–

Chat came to check on Build today. Since Build doesn’t want to go outside, he decided to come to their house to check. Than and his father were in the living room when he came and they gladly went with him to Build’s room. Than and Chat is having a conversation on the way upstairs so the old man knocks and enters the room first.

Build jolted up from his bed when his father came in, leaving his father in confusion.

“Dad, you stink!” Build scrunched his nose before.

His father raised his eyebrow. Considering they have a fair distance from the door to the bed. “Excuse me? I hope you realize that’s the first thing you told me after days of being quiet.”

Than and Chat entered the room, confused about what was happening. Chat was about to ask but Build spoke again.

“P’Chat! You stink too!” Build almost yelled, lifting his hand to cover his nose.

“Hey, I took a bath before coming here.” Chat smelled his own body and gestured to Than to smell him too. The other shook his head indicating he smelled nothing after smelling at him.

“You’re both clogging my nose.” Build jumped off the bed, one hand still pinching his nose, and ran to the window. He unlocked it but before he could open it, he started to gag. So, he quickly ran to the toilet and threw up.

The three men standing at the door immediately followed him. Than sat beside his brother and tapped his back.

“Are you okay? Does your stomach hurt?”

Build continues throwing up water. He already had breakfast but he threw it up after eating so his stomach was only left with water. Than saw the beads of sweat on his brother’s forehead. He’s pale and shaking while continuing to throw up.

“I’ll get some tea for him.” Chat said but before he could turn around, Than spoke.

“He needs something else.”

Build slumped his body on the floor, weak and heaving. Than looked up at Chat.

“Do you have a pregnancy test kit on your medicine box?”

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Wichapas suddenly became stiff. He felt something warm and furry on his lap. It kept moving on his lap but it never left. He looked down. He saw a kitten moving on his lap endlessly. It’s black and so small. He lifted his hand and was about to pet the kitten but it suddenly laid on his lap. Its chest is moving up and down fast. The poor kitten lacks air. Wichapas caress its head. Suddenly, the kitten looked up at him. His eyes are pleading, it looks like he is asking for help. The kitten lifted one of its paws and touched Wichapas palm. Heat. There is unexplainable heat on the touch. And then the kitten slowly closed his eyes. Wichapas panicked. He tried waking up the kitten but it didn’t open its eyes. Is it dead? He shook the poor thing but it didn’t move. It’s dead.

Wichapas gasps for air. A nightmare. He looked around, finding himself inside his office. He fell asleep last night on his office table. He saw sunlight seeping through the glass windows. It’s late in the morning and waking up with a hangover and aching body is not a good start of the day. But what bothers him more is the dream. It felt real.

He grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his drawer and lit up.

–

Chat, Than and his father stayed in Build’s room. Mr. Puttha is calmly sitting on the armchair near the window. Than and Chat stands near the foot of the bed, waiting for the bathroom door to open. Build is inside. Than told his brother to use the pregnancy test to confirm. At first, Build looked offended. He felt like his brother was mocking him. How could a nearly broken omega be pregnant?

“Why do you think he is pregnant?” Chat asked.

“The areas where he stays sometimes smell like fruit just like you say. I smelled the same in the kitchen before. He loved to eat a lot but he suddenly became picky. Before everything that happened, he refused to eat vegetables, especially the green ones. He vomited a lot. I hear him vomit every morning when I come to check on him. His sense of smell became sharp all of a sudden. I’m an omega, I know the symptoms.” Than answered, still looking at the door.

“Do you think… I mean, is it possible?” Chat still can’t believe it. Build never told him about those symptoms. If he did, he’ll have the same suspicion as Than.

“I don’t know. At this point, nothing is impossible.” Than went near the door and knocked. “Build, you’ve been there for thirty minutes already. Are you done now?” But he received no answer. Pregnancy test only needs five minutes to get the result. “Please come out now.”

They heard a click. Than stepped backwards and waited for the door to open. Build went out of the bathroom, pale and confused. He slowly lifted his hand and gave the small instrument to his brother. The older one grabbed it and checked. Mr. Puttha and Chat anxiously waited.

“Positive.” Than whispered.

The room suddenly became silent. Everyone doesn’t know what to say or what to do. Until Build spoke.

“Is that possible?” Build asked, staring into nothing.

“It is. The pregnancy test kit says positive so it could really happen.” Than told his brother, tapping his back.

This can’t be, Build thought. He left Wichapas to remove him from his life. But why is he given another one to think about? He will die soon and he will leave a life. He can’t. This life inside him will grow up without him or…

Build held his belly.

Will he be able to give birth? Will he be able to live for nine months?

Tears started to flow.

“Hey, we’re here. It’s alright.” Than tried to comfort his brother.

“I can’t… This… I don’t..” I don’t want this kid to live without me.

“Calm down, Build. This will be alright. We have to go to the hospital to check how far you are. You’ve been drinking the medications I gave you so we need to check if it affected the baby.” Chat told him.

The baby. He has a baby.

Build looked up. He found his father looking at him. There is no pity or sadness in his eyes. It was pure concern for him.

“D-dad.” he cried out.

His father stepped forward and hugged him. Build anchored to him tightly, bawling his fears out. “It’s okay, son. I’m here. Ssssshh.” He tried calming Build down. “We will go to the hospital, okay?

Build nods.

–

Build is eight weeks pregnant, as what the doctor said. Chat introduced them to his friend who works in the same hospital. She specializes in omega pregnancy. Chat explained to her the situation and Build’s condition.

“Is the baby okay?” Build asked her, still in shock.

“It is still too early to say but it seems fine to me. It is still developing and has a long way to go.” She said, smiling politely. “For now, I recommend you to eat healthy and refuse doing heavy activities.”

“I don’t like vegetables. They look green and unappetizing.” Build told her.

The doctor laughed a little. “Do you eat them before you get pregnant?”

Build nods.

“It’s part of carrying. You’ll dislike a lot of things. You’ll like weird foods. It’s totally fine. But you still have to eat healthy, for you and for your baby.” Build held his belly after hearing her. “I’ll give you some vitamins and you have to stop all the medications that Dr. Chat has given you.”

“Will he be fine during this pregnancy?” His father asked.

“We have to observe him closely. If there are unusual changes, you need to tell me urgently. I know Dr. Chat and Dr. Than will be there to help throughout.” She smiled at Than.

Than man froze on his seat. How did she know Than is a doctor too? He looked at Chat and the man winked at him. Ah, he told her.

“If there are no more questions, you're free to go. See you in your next check up.”

They thanked the doctor and left. Their father is driving them back home while Build and Than was in the backseat. Chat has to stay at the hospital. The ride was quiet as Build kept his gaze outside the car. Several things are going on in his mind that he can’t even think straight. They arrived at the house. It was almost lunch and Aunt Praya told them the food was ready. They sat quietly as they started to eat but Build only looked at his plate.

“Build, you need to eat. You’ve been eating less lately. That's bad for you and the baby.” Than spoke.

The housemaid gasps. Aunt Praya looked at his masters alternately. She looks at the headmaster of the house and the man nods at him. Aunt Praya felt so happy. The housemaids tried to suppress their giggles but they were so happy with the news.

“Darling, please eat a lot. I made them specially just for you.” Aunt Praya tried to coax Build.

The man looked up at her and smiled.

“See? Even if you are an adult now, you are still Aunt Praya’s favorite.” Than faked a pout.

“Come on, Than. Build is my baby.” Aunt Praya teased him.

“Your baby is having a baby now.” Than said in a matter of fact.

“I know. And that’s more adorable. So, you hurry up and make a baby with Chat.” The woman said unbothered.

Mr. Puttha just shook his head and continue eating.

Than suddenly became red. “Auntie!”

“What? Our future new baby will need a playmate. You better make one now so they will be the same age.” Aunt Praya started putting more food on Build’s plate.

The housemaids laughed with them. Than remained red and chose to be silent.

“Auntie, can I have carrots and condensed milk?” Build quietly asked her.

The woman looked at him with confusion but immediately understood. He went to the kitchen and brought a plate of sliced uncooked carrots and a bowl of condensed milk. Build started to eat. Everyone looked at him dearly, disregarding the weirdness of his food. Finally he ate something.

“Will you tell him?” Than asked that night when he is inside Build’s room and the young man is reading a book.

Build didn’t answer.

“He has the right to know.”

But he still kept quiet.

After that dayl, Build started locking himself in his room again.

–

Lord Wichapas is in the Puttha household again. Trying his luck to meet Build. He never missed a day going to their house. What if one day Build decided to go out and talk to him? He will never miss that chance.

“I already asked him but he never answered, my Lord.” Aunt Praya told him.

“Auntie, please. I need to talk to him.”

Aunt Praya can’t help but feel sympathy. The man looked like he was not in a good condition. He looked stressed and he kept coming every single day to ask Build to talk to him.

Than went down the stairs. Aunt Praya left them in the living room.

“Lord Wichapas.” Than bowed. “Build never leave his room. He rarely talks to us as well. I think he still won’t talk to you.”

Wichapas sighed. “By any chance, did he tell you why he broke up with me?” He is desperate. Desperate enough to look pitiful but he doesn’t care.

“I think only he can tell you.” Than said.

“But he doesn’t talk to me. I want to know. I can’t live like this.” he slumped down the couch and messed up his hair. “I can’t live without him.”

“Give him time, my Lord.” That’s the only thing Than can say to comfort him.

Wichapas went home like the other days, lifeless and gloomy. Before he could reach the stairs, the kids approached him.

“Hia.” Ta called.

“Hey. Are you just back from school?” Wichapas crouched down to level them.

The twins nod.

“The teacher said to give you this.” Tin held him an envelope with the school’s logo in front.

Wichapas opened the envelope and read the letter. It was an invitation for a family day. He sighed. Wichapas smiled at his brothers and messed up their hair. He stood up and went to his office, holding the envelope.

Wichapas busied himself reviewing for the examination. He buried himself with books and other learning materials he needed. But he’s spacing out most of the time. Prem often caught him staring at the pages but not flipping for hours. His master never slept and barely ate. He would go out for business matters from time to time but when he goes back home, he would lock himself in his office. There are times the twins visit him and play inside his office but he keeps himself busy with the reviewing. It was easy to say the Wichapas lost a will to live.

He tried calling Build but his number was still off. He tried going to their household but Than said Build is resting, sometimes he says Build was not there and doing some job with their father outside. But Wichapas knows the real reason - Build doesn't want to talk to him. But Wichapas misses him so much. He wants to see him. He wants to feel him. He’s going crazy over him. The sadness and the longing is killing him. He doesn’t even know why Build doesn't want to be with him anymore. He wants to know the real reason why. He wanted to talk to him. He wants to hear his voice, his laugh.

–

It’s hard to Build. Things are messing all in his head and the pregnancy symptoms are not helping. It was very hard for him to sleep most of the times. He’s crying all night enduring the pain and longing. He wants Wichapas near and holds him. He wants to feel the warmth of his embrace. He wants to hear his voice. Build doesn't know if it was him or the baby’s needs but he really wants Wichapas beside him. But he can’t. He has to endure this pain to avoid creating a bigger mistake.

And at times he was able to sleep, Build woke up in the morning with the feeling of being choked. Then a feeling of something is crawling inside his stomach. He’ll jump out of the bed and run to the toilet to throw up nothing but water. The moment he’s finished, his head would always pound the hardest as it could. Sometimes, he feels like he's going to pass out. He can’t eat anything. The smell of the food suddenly became very disgusting to him. Aunt Praya tried cooking lighter meals for him but it still didn’t work. Even the tea that Build always drinks whenever he was feeling unwell didn’t work. He would throw up anything he eats. It was hard. His body is slowly giving up because of the lack of nutrients. His father and Chat can’t get near him. He always says that they stink. In conclusion, Build doesn’t want alphas to be near him.

“It’s good you're out here today.” Than sat beside him.

Build decided to rest in the lanai, taking the fresh air and admiring the beautiful weather. He smiled at his brother but not the same smile he used to give. His eyes are puffy and a hint of dark circles are evident. His face is a little swollen and his skin is starting to get dry.

“I told you to have some sleep.” Than looked at his brother with worry. “You barely eat and you barely sleep. That’s not good for you and for the baby.”

Build looked away, feeling guilty. “I want to eat, really. But this little naughty gift right here makes it hard for me to eat.” he rubbed his belly. Though there is still no bump, he always wants to feel his belly knowing that something is developing right there.

“Build, you’re stressed. What you feel can affect the baby. Your environment, feelings and thoughts can affect the development of the child. Also, your omega is longing for your alpha. Stop making it hard for you, for the baby and for him.” Than felt the need to knock some sense into his brother. He can’t bear to see him suffer anymore.

Build didn’t answer. He doesn’t want to talk about his alpha. He doesn’t want to crave for his alpha even more.

“Build, please…”

“Phi.” Than halted when Build suddenly spoke, sad and out of life. “If I die giving birth to my baby, please promise me that he’ll know who the father is.”

“Stop talking like that.” A hint of anger is evident in the older man's voice.

“I want them to meet.” tears started to fall. His chest started to clenched with the thought that he might not see him holding their baby in his arms. That would be sweet for sure.

“Of course he will know your child. He even wants you in his life. Stop pushing him away and allow him to do his responsibilities as the baby’s father and your alpha. Let him know that you're expecting. Listen to me, Build.” Than crouched down in front of him. He grabbed his brother’s hand and covered it with his own, eyes pleading.

“I can’t go like that, Phi. I’d rather stay away from him now than leave him right after giving birth to my baby. I can’t see him getting hurt.” Build’s tears continue like a waterfall.

“But you’re hurting him right now. You are hurting too. You need each other right now. Listen to me, Build, please.” Than rubbed the back of his hand, trying to be as convincing as possible.

“He’ll find someone else someday. He can forget about me and replace me someday. All I want is for him to recognize his child. I want my baby to grow up well even though he only has one parent.”

“Stop saying that. You know it is not certain that you’ll leave. It is just a possibility. We said it was just a possibility.” Than gripped his hand tighter.

“But the possibility I would die is bigger than the possibility of me being alive.” Build clenched his belly with his free hand. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. He tried to suppress the sobs but he failed. He wanted to see his child grow. He wanted to see his alpha and his child together. But the thought that he might not even see his child in flesh hurts him. He might not even wake up after giving birth.

It hurts Than to think that Build had been talking about his death this way. Nobody wants him to leave but it seems like Build is getting ready for it. It was so painful.

–

Dao will send the kids to school today. It’s always like this. Either Wichapas is still asleep due to excessive drinking last night or he went out early for business. He'll use any way to distract himself.

They were in the middle of their way to the school when Ta spoke.

“P’Dao, can we go to P’Build’s house? We have something to give to him.”

The driver and Dao looked at each other. They were in front and the kids were situated at the backseat, seatbelts on.

“But, young master, Lord Wichapas didn’t know we were going there.” Dao answered.

“We’ll be just quick. Like real quick! Please?” Tin clasped his hand in front of chest, copied by Ta.

“Hia will not get mad. That’s P’Build’s house anyway.” Ta reasoned out.

Dao sighed. He nods to the driver as a sign that they can go. They stopped in front of the house soon. The kids removed their seatbelt and jumped out of the car, Dao followed. A housemaid welcomed them and led them to the living room where Than is sitting and reading a book. He stood up when he saw they had visitors. Dao bowed to him and smiled.

“Sorry to disturb you early in the morning but the kids want to see Khun Build.” Dao apologized.

“Can we talk to him, P’Than? Please?” Ta asked.

The kids looked excited. Than thought that the kids might make Build a little less stressed.

“I’ll go and see if he’s awake now. Alright?”

“Thank you, Phi!” The kids chorused.

Than went upstairs. Suddenly Aunt Praya came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands with a clean towel.

“I heard some cute kids came by.” Aunt Praya smiled.

“Auntie!” The kids ran to him.

“We came to talk to P’Build.” the kids giggled.

“Are they going to be late for school? I want to pack some snacks for them.” Aunt Praya asked Dao.

“I think we’re early enough. Their school is not that far anyway, Auntie.” Dao answered.

“Alright.” He looked down at the kids. “Go sit on the couch and wait for P’Build. P’Dao and I will pack a good snack. I made chocolate chip cookies.”

The kids ran and sat on the couch. They roam their eyes around the house, waiting for Build. But when Than went down, he’s alone.

“I’m sorry young masters but P’Build is still asleep.” Than said and crouched down to level the kids from sitting on the couch.

The kids started to pout. Ta moved and shuffled on his backpack. He let out a white envelope with the logo of their school in front.

“P’Than, can you give this to him?” He handed Than the envelope.

“If he is not so busy, can he attend the family day with us?” Tin said, lowering his head.

Than observed the kids. They looked disappointed and sad.

“I’ll make sure to give this to him. I promise.”

The kids glee and thanked him. Dao and Aunt Praya came from the kitchen with the packed snacks. They bid their goodbyes and left the house.

“P’Dao, please don’t tell Hia we went to P’Build’s house.” Ta said, and they heard giggles from the backseat.

–

It was already lunchtime when Build woke up with a throbbing head. He had a stomach pain last night that kept him awake until dawn. He stretched his body and was forced to sit up. The door opened and Than came in with a tray full of his lunch. He placed it down on the bed.

“The twins came earlier.” Than said.

Build looked at him with a little shock. “Why? Did something happen?”

Than smiled. “They wanted to talk to you but you’re still sleeping so they just asked me to give you this.” Than handed him the envelope.

Build immediately open the envelope and read the letter.

“What does it say?” Than asked.

“It’s a family day invitation from the school. I think the kids just want to see me. Their brother would definitely come for them.” Build said, getting off the bed.

“The kids won’t give you that if he will come. Maybe their brother is too busy to attend.” Than’s eyes followed Build as he went inside the bathroom but didn’t close the door.

“He will not be an irresponsible brother. I know him.”

“If you know him that much, you should have known that Lord Wichapas is a busy man. And with everything that is happening in his life right now, maybe going to a family day is not one of his priorities.” Than bit his lower lip. He knows getting into Build’s conscience is unfair but that is the only way he knows to work things between them.

Build stopped from splashing water in his face. Can Wichapas really do that to his brothers?

–

“Do you think he will come?” Tin asked, fanning himself with his ball cap.

It's family day and everyone is gathered in the middle of the open grounds. The kids are with their parents and guardian while the twins are waiting for theirs to come. The whole school is busy despite the hotness of the weather.

“I hope so. I gave him my invitation so I think he will come.” Ta said, still trying to tie his shoelace.

The sun is hanging proudly in the sky, making it a great day for an outdoor activity. Teachers were busy getting ready and kids and their parents were excited to join the games.

Tin gave his invitation to his Hia and Ta gave his invitation to Build. Of course they have separate invitations. The teachers gave each student an invitation for the family day and they decided to give Wichapas and Build each. Not just because they want them to attend the family day but because they wanted them to talk. They know Wichapas and Build didn't talk at all, ever since the break up.

“Parents and guardians, please go to the homeroom teachers of your kids and register your name so we can start the activities.” they heard an announcement.

A little far away from the open ground, Wichapas is talking to the phone while having a smoke. Prem came running to him.

“Sir, the activity is about to start. They are requesting the guardian to sign the registration.”

Wichapas ended the call with a frown hidden behind the sunglasses he was wearing. He puffed another smoke before throwing the cigarette in the cigarette bin. Prem handed him a small alcohol bottle and he sprayed it on his hands.

They went together to the open ground and the teacher went near him.

“Lord Wichapas.” She bowed. “Please sign here for the registration.”

Wichapas accepted the paper handed by the teacher along with the pen. He signed to the part where the teacher pointed. Due to the extreme sunlight, Wichapas can’t see the paper clearly despite the sunglasses so he just signed. Whatever.

The teacher told him that the twins are now in their area and getting ready. Prem tells Wichapas that he will stay at the benches, his master nods. He walked to the designated area for Tin and Ta’s class. People were bowing to him as he passed by and he’s giving them a nod. He sees Ta and Tin but a man is crouched down in front of them, fixing their clothes.

He knows that back. He knows that hair. He knows those fingers.

Wichapas went nearer to confirm his suspicion. No, it’s not a suspicion. He’s certain.

“Build?”

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“Do you think he will come?” Tin asked.

Build heard the tiny voices not so little far from them.

“I hope so. I gave him my invitation so I think he will come.” Ta said.

He roamed his eyes and searched for the tiny bodies despite the crowded place. The place reeks of some smell that he cannot understand. Stinky. Parents and other guardians pass by him, excited for the activities for the day. If Wichapas isn’t busy, he would have experienced this with the kids.

“Parents and guardians, please go to the homeroom teachers of your kids and register your name so we can start the activities.”

Build hurried. He needs to find the kids to know where the kids are so he can sign the registration. He excused himself to the crowded area as he passed by. Few people passed by and he saw the two little gremlins talking to a teacher.

“Kids, where is your guardian? They need to sign here.”

The kids were about to speak but Build cut them out. He can’t afford to hear that they are with no one today. It hurts him just by thinking.

“I’m here.” he said.

They all perked up when they heard his voice.

“Where should I sign?” Build went to the teacher.

“Please write your name beside any of their names and then your signature.”

Build did as he was told. He signed beside Ta’s name and drew an arrow to Tin’s name to indicate that he was there for the two. The teacher left after that, thinking that he should find the other guardian for registration under Tin’s name.

“P’Build!” The kids threw their grabby hands.

Build laughed and crouched down, giving the kids a tight hug. He looked down and tied Ta’s shoelace. The kid smiled at him.

“P’Than is at the bench. He’ll watch us play today.” Build pointed to the man sitting in one of the benches, waving his hand. The kids waved at him, smiling widely. “Come on. Let’s go to your area.”

“Wait! We are still waiting for someone.” Tin held his hand tightly.

Build looked at him. Seeing him this close, Build saw how messy his tuck is. He started fixing the kid’s shirt.

“Who dressed you up today?” He asked, slightly laughing.

“Just me. We dressed ourselves today. We’re big boys now.” Tin proudly said.

Build smiled at him again. Then he looked at Ta.

“My tuck is nice and neat. Look.” Ta turned around to make Build see.

“But your shoelace is not.” He started tying the shoelace.

“Because I don’t know how to do it.” Ta sounds like complaining.

Build was about to speak again when they all heard a voice calling his name.

“Build?”

Build froze. Why is he here? I thought he’s busy? Why…

“It’s you.” He felt a man standing beside him and Build immediately stood up.

There was a long silence between them. Build looking into nowhere while Wichapas is busy scanning his facial features, the sight he misses the most. The silence was disturbed by a loud whistle, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“Come on! Let’s go! It’s going to start.” Ta said and grabbed Build’s hand and ran away. Tin did the same with Wichapas.

They are now in their area. They stand in the middle of the heat. It looks like the others are fine with the weather but it’s too hot for Build. The area is so crowded and too stinky for him as well. People kept bumping into him and he’s starting to have a headache. Wichapas is standing beside the rope barricade, Build is on the side where others are lined up too while the kids stood in front of them. Build frowns. He started to become irritated and feel uncomfortable with the skin contacts and the stinky smell. Wichapas saw it so he went near him and smoothly changed their position. Wichapas held the rope from. Him back to steady himself, half-hugging Build.

Build wanted to snap as he knows the Bible is taking advantage of the situation but he smelled something. Something comfortable. He leaned in closer until his nose was on the crook of Wichapas’ neck. Taking a deep series of relief. This is what he is looking for for weeks now. Wichapas smiled to himself. But Build suddenly glared. Cigarettes. He smelled like cigarettes. So he pushed him away.

The first activity is a sack race. Each section chose four parent-kid pairs to compete. Tin volunteered and pulled Wichapas. But before he left Build, he removed his bull cap and wore it to Build. The sun is high and Build is not wearing anything to cover himself. Wichapas and Tin played the game. They laughed at how big the sacks are for the kids in their section so the parents had to lower the sack lower than their knees. Tin enjoyed the game even though their section lost.

The next game is to dodge the ball. Ta volunteered to join even though he is hesitant about it. Ta really liked active games. They will be fighting against the other section. Ta’s section had to dodge the ball and if any of their team survived after the time was finished, they won. Build held his belly.

This game is delicate for him. He’s carrying and might not be able to move properly. But he can never let Ta be disappointed. He saw how Ta like this game Build did his best, but with extra care. His head is aching and his vision is a little blurry from time to time. But he survived the game and they won.

The other activities continued but the four of them decided to go to the bench for a water break. Wichapas, Tin and Ta went to Prem as the man handed them water and towels. Build went to Than. Wichapas was about to hand him a bottle of water when Lord Aprhus suddenly appeared. Build, Than and Prem bowed to him. The man just smiled at them.

“I saw you playing in the ground so I bought you water. I also bought a towel and extra shirt just in case you need them.” Lord Arphus handed Build a paper bag.

“You don’t have to do this, Lord Aprhus.” Build said. He wiped his nose because he doesn’t like Lord Arphus’ smell too. He smells like his father and Chat, stinky.

The man moved and slipped the handle of the bag on his hand. “But I want to. It’s nice seeing you outside again.”

Wichapas aggressively opened his water bottle and drank it in one go while glaring at them.

“Lord Wichapas and Khun Jakapan, please proceed to the other part of the field. Tin and Ta registered you for the obstacle race earlier.” The teacher told them.

The children screamed in glee and started running to.the end of the field. Build once again held his belly. Another risky activity for him. His head pounded harshly this time.

“Build.” Than stopped him by grabbing his arm.

“I’ll be fine. I won’t overdue it.” Build smiled and handed him the paper bag.

“You’re pale. At least drink some water.” Than looked at his brother worriedly.

“It’s because I haven't been outside for this long these past few days. I’m fine.” And they heard a whistle. “I’ll be back.” Build ran away.

He went to his group and listened to the instructions. The race is quite long. They have to run almost half of the field to finish the race. Ta will get a folded paper from the table and use the monkey bars and run a few meters going to Build. Build will run a few meters, jump in the tires and run another few meters to pass the paper to Bible. Bible will lift a bag with a heavy weight, run to Tin and pass the paper. Tin will run around some safety cones and hand the paper to the next members. The last member will recite the tongue twister written on the paper. The race is designed for kids and adults alternately. Jumping over a couple of tires is safer for Build rather than lifting a heavy bag or crawling under the net.

They heard another whistle indicating that the game had started. Ta grabbed the folded paper and placed it in between his lips before climbing the monkey bars. Then, he ran a few meters and handed Build the paper. Build tried to focus on the way but his head was pounding so hard. He tried breathing faster to gasp for air. Build started jumping over the tires but his sight slowly got dim. He swayed multiple times but he managed to get balance again. He is now passing by the bench where Than, Prem and Lord Arphus are watching.

Wichapas is waiting. Build is a little far from him yet. He passed the tires already and is now running towards him. But Build is a little disoriented, Wichapas can say. Build removed the bull cap Wichapas wore to him and tried fanning himself while running. In split seconds, Build lost his consciousness and fell down.

The audience gasps in shock. Wichapas got alarmed. He ran as fast as he could but he saw Than, Prem and Lord Arphus already on Build’s side. Lord Arphus is about to carry Build but Wichapas pushes him away.

“Hands off.” He glared at Lord Arphus.

The other was about to snap back but Than interrupted.

“This is not the time to fight. He needs to get to the hospital now. Hurry!”

Wichapas scoped Build and started to run towards Than’s car. They rode in the back seat, Build still on his lap. Than started to drive as fast as he could. Wichapas looked outside and saw Prem and the kids riding their car. Wichapas tried waking up Build but he got no response.

Than dialed Chat’s number while still driving.

“Build collapsed. We’re heading there now.” Than said and didn’t even wait for a response before ending the call.

Wichapas continue staring at Build’s unconscious face. His lips are pale, his hands are cold, and there are beads of sweat on his forehead.

Than stopped in front of the emergency room. A male doctor opened the door for Wichapas and assisted him in putting Build on a stretcher. A female doctor checked his vital signs while they were going to the emergency room. They were stopped by the nurse from entering.

Wichapas felt longing. He looked at his hands, shaking. He was able to hold Build again after a long time. But he never felt relief. Build is unconscious. He looked up at the door.

“He’ll be fine.” Than tapped his shoulder.

Wichapas became restless. He wasn’t able to sit for a long time. He stood beside the door, waiting for it to open. Than stayed at his seat. He may look calm but deep inside he’s so worried about his younger brother.

The door opened and Chat went outside.

“He’s fine now. His body collapsed due to excessive stress and tiredness. He’s also a little dehydrated and…” The doctor looked at Wichapas. “His present condition is a little delicate.”

Wichapas frowned. A little delicate? What does it mean? Is he in a dangerous condition?

“He’s now admitted to a private room. Let’s wait for the other test results.”

Dr. Chat told them the room number and they immediately went there. Wichapas’ heart broke upon seeing Build wearing an oxygen mask, had an IV drip connected to him and was still unconscious. He went near Build. Wichapas sat beside the bed and held his hand. His eyes are full of worries that he can’t look away from him.

He heard the door click and when he looked back, he was alone. Maybe Than went outside to check something.

“Hey, love.” Wichapas’ voice broke. “How are you? Do you feel better now? Please wake up and answer me.” His eyes started to get wet. He can’t push away the worries in his mind. The doctor and Than know something about Build that he doesn't.

Did something bad happen during the days they didn’t see each other?

He pressed the back of Build’s hand on his cheek and kissed it several times, praying for him to wake up.

The door opened and the female doctor entered the room.

“Hi, my Lord.” The female bowed to him. “I am Dr. Cherry. I am Khun Jakapan’s obstetrician-gynecologist.”

Wichapas frowned and then looked back at the sleeping body. Why does he need her?

“You don’t have to worry for now, Sir. The baby is safe and is developing really well on his body.”

A baby? Build has a baby? He is carrying?

“But Khun Jakapan is in a delicate situation right now. His body is quite not responding well to the changes in his body. He lost all his capabilities as omega at a young age and the sudden coming back of all of this shocked his body. At the same time, the pregnancy symptoms are making it hard for him.” Dr. Cherry explained continuously.

“W-Wait. H-he’s pregnant?” Wichapas started to get pale. He felt like floating and he couldn't feel his body parts.

“Yes, he is. You… You don’t…” Dr. Cherry looked at the sleeping Build and Lord Wichapas alternately, confused.

The door suddenly opened, revealing Than, his father and Dr. Chat. Than and Chat immediately went to Dr. Cherry, a little panicked, while their father went in to check on Build. Dr. Cherry looked at Chat with questioning eyes.

“Lord Wichapas is the father of the baby, right? I mean, they are in a relationship and…”

Dr. Cherry was halted when Mr. Puttha spoke. “Build? Can you hear me?” They all went near him, except Wichapas who’s still stunned with the news.

Dr. Chat started checking him. Build opened his eyes slowly. It took him a lot of effort to focus.

“How are you feeling?” Dr. Chat asked while checking his heartbeat.

Build sighed deeply. “I can smell you even when I'm wearing this mask.” He said then touched the oxygen mask.

“Do I still smell stinky to you?” Dr. Chat asked, he faked an offended face.

Build rolled his eyes and then nodded with a small smile.

“What do you mean? He smells fine.” Dr. Cherry asked Build.

“He always calls me and his father stinky all the time.” Dr. Chat answered, still checking Build’s heartbeat. “Your heartbeat is getting fast. What’s wrong?”

“Smell.” Build said.

“You’re affecting his breathing. He doesn’t like the smell of alphas. Let me check him.” Dr. Cherry and Dr. Chat exchanged positions. “How about now? Do you breathe fine?”

“A little.” Build’s voice is muffled because of the oxygen mask.

“Do you feel any pain?” Dr. Cherry tried to get his attention and not focus on the unwanted smell.

Build raised his hands that had no IV connected and touched his belly.

“Is it painful?” Dr. Cherry asked. Build nodded once again. “You have to relax. Maybe the baby is feeling your stress. The baby is alright, you don’t have to worry.” She caressed his chest that is starting to rise in gasping air.

Build removed the oxygen mask with his other hand with IV drip. He’s still having a hard time breathing and the doctors started to move fast, trying to figure out what is going on with him. Build roamed his eyes around the room until his sight pinned on a man standing near the door.

Wichapas never went near the bed. Build is stressed and he doesn’t want to add to his misery. The past few weeks are hard for both of them because he kept forcing himself to Build. He is the cause of his stress. And he is an alpha. His smell will affect him too.

Maybe this will be the last time he will see him. But how about the child? The baby. Their baby.

Their eyes locked. Build is getting pale due to lack of air and Wichapas saw how hard it is for him to even just breathe. Wichapas wants to help. Wichapas wants to hold him. Wichapas wants to be there right beside him. But can he? Will Build let him?

“His pulse is dropping.” Dr. Cherry declared as Dr. Chat and he kept doing something for Build.

Build raised his hand from his belly and held it out to Wichapas, eyes teary and pleading. The man froze, hesitating whether Build is telling them that he is the one stressing him or he is asking for him to come. He looked at Than and then at Dr. Cherry. Everyone in the room stopped.

“L-love.” Build said with difficulty.

Wichapas heart melted. After several weeks, he heard Build called him like that again. He went closer as fast as he could. He almost ran and held his hand. Dr. Cherry gave way for him to get near.

“Hey, I am here.” Wichapas said, smiling and eyes sweaty from tears.

Build brought his hand to his nose. He inhaled deep and closed his eyes. It was a relief. Build inhaled a few times before looking at him again.

Wichapas bent down and kissed his forehead. Build took advantage of the position and circled his hands on the Wichapas’ neck. He buried his face on his neck and inhaled multiple times. Wichapas smells like fresh air. Like the sea breeze, calming and peaceful. Wichapas chuckled a little.

“Do you feel fine now?” Dr. Cherry asked.

Everyone in the room was surprised with the bold action of Build, except for Dr. Cherry. They are aware that the man is not fond of public displays of affection but what they are right now is different. Chat cleared his throat. Build let go of Wichapas with a red face.

“You don’t have to be shy, Khun. Does your belly still hurt?” Dr. Cherry asked him.

“It’s fine now.” Build murmured.

“I think your body and your baby is craving for your alpha’s scent.”

Build looked at Dr. Cherry and then to Wichapas, shocked that the doctor disclosed his secret while Wichapas was around. The man just smiled at him.

“I told you before that you will crave weird things in the future and that’s alright. I think staying with your alpha will be good for you.” Dr. Cherry said.

“How far is he?” Wichapas asked.

“He’s eight weeks pregnant, my Lord.” Dr. Cherry smiled. “I’ll be back tomorrow for the results of the tests.”

“You need to stay here for a day or two, until we figure out what’s really happening to you.” Dr. Chat said.

Build pouted but nods. After that, the doctors left along with Than. Build’s father went near them..

“Are you feeling better?” he asked.

“Did I scare you?” Build asked his father back.

“Of course you did. Why did you go there? You know it’s dangerous for you.” His father wanted to scold him but he couldn’t, seeing his son laying on the hospital bed makes his heart clench in pain.

“I’m sorry, Dad.” Build pouted like he was a child being scolded.

“Stop pouting. You always do that when you’re in trouble.” his father sighed, feeling frustrated that he can’t scold Build enough at the moment. “I’ll go home and get you some clothes and food. Do you want anything?”

Build shook his head but slightly smiled.

“How about you?”

Wichapas flinched as he realized Build’s father was looking at him. He just looked at him like he was asking something. He absent-mindedly shook his head.

“Alright, I’ll go now.” The man was about to step away but he halted.He looked at Wichapas. “From now on, I will never address you as a Lord when it is about family matters. When dealing with the family, I am Build’s father and you are my son-in-law.”

“Dad!” Build shouted but his father already left the room.

Wichapas was left dumbfounded. He heard murmurs from Build. He looked at him as he was glaring to the door where his father went out. Wichapas smiled. Build is so red and shyness is evident on his face.

“Love.” Wichapas held his hand. “Are you okay now?”

Build glared at him. “Why did you even go here? Dad thought we’re together again.”

“You called me ‘love’ in front of them.” Wichapas said, amused with the sudden change.

“I was not thinking straight. I was in pain and…” he trailed off. He felt Wichapas’ palm in his belly. He looked at the man and he’s looking at it while caressing. Wichapas thumb slides up and down on his clothed skin.

Wichapas looked back at him. “Are we really having a baby?”

Build glared again. He pushed Wichapas' shoulder away. “Why? Do you think this is not yours?!”

The man laughed. “I’m not saying that.”

“You’re doubtful!”

“‘I’m just asking.”

Build removed Wichapas’ hand from his belly. “Go away.”

“You really want to? I’ll leave now.” Wichapas was about to step away.

“See? You don’t want to be with me anymore.” Build said, eyes flaring.

Wichapas laughed and bent down to kiss his forehead. “Just kidding. You cannot push me away anymore. I will never let you hide from me anymore.”

Build sighed and hugged him tight. “You smell so nice. I’m sorry for…”

“Ssssshh. We’ll talk about it some other time.” Wichapas caressed his back.

–

Prem came to the hospital to bring Wichapas some clothes. His master told him that he will be staying in the hospital with Build. The kids were so worried and they wanted to come but Wichapas didn’t allow them. Than went home with his father to freshen up so Wichapas and Build were left alone.

Mr. Puttha brought them dinner cooked by Aunt Praya, of course. Wichapas started opening the containers and placed everything on the overbed table. Build clapped his hands upon seeing the meals. Wichapas handed him the spoon and fork. Build accepted them while checking food. He started eating immediately. Wichapas looked at him full of love. He thinks Build is really hungry. He is trying to put all the food in his mouth.

“Slow down. You’ll get indigestion.” Wichapas whipped the side of his lips.

Build put some food on his spoon and brought it to Wichapas’ lips.

“I’ll eat later.” Wichapas said.

Build stopped chewing and glared at him.

Wichapas had no choice but to open his mouth and eat the food. Build immediately smiled and pouted, asking for a kiss. And who is Wichapas to deny? He leaned in and pecked a kiss with their mouth full of food.

He missed Build so much. Coming back to Build feels like coming back home. Wichapas will never let anything bad happen again, to Build, to their baby, to their family.

–

They are now both lying on the bed. Build coaxed Wichapas to lay on the bed with him. He rested his head on the man’s chest and from time to time, he moved to sniff on Wichapas’ neck and then went back to lying above him.

“I can smell scents now.” Build said.

“Really? Since when?” Wichapas asked, playing with Build’s hair.

“I’m not sure. I think I sometimes get to smell your scent even before we break up.”

Wichapas hummed, making Build close his eyes as he felt the vibration from his chest.

“How do I smell?”

“Before, you smell like fresh wood in summer. You smell like a forest. But now, you smell like the sea. Like the fresh sea breeze. It’s calming and addicting.” Build giggled.

Wichapas is confused. He is all matured now and it is very impossible for him to change smell. He made a mental note to ask his doctor about.

“I’m sorry.” Build sighed. “I shouldn’t have done that to you.”

“You don’t have to.” Wichapas started caressing his arm.

“You have to know something.” Build cleared his throat. “P’Than and Dr. Chat said there is a possibility that I would die if I continue being a broken omega.”

Wichapas stopped, gripping Build’s arm. “But you’re not a broken omega now. You can now smell and are conceiving.”

Build moved and pinned his chin to Wichapas’ chest to look at him. “But we are still not sure about that. What if I die before I give birth to this baby?”

“Don’t say that.” Wichapas warned.

“Or if I lose my life while giving birth to the baby? I want to grow old with my child.” Build started tearing up.

“Stop overthinking. We will stay with our child as long as we can.” Wichapas bopped his nose with his finger.

Wichapas might look fine and calm but deep inside he is so worried. Will he be able to live again without Build? He can’t. He knows he can’t.

“And If I can’t do that?” Build tears fell. He can hear his own heartbeat, fast and loud. Finally, his worries are being said out loud and he is being heard by the man he loves.

“Then I would die with you.” Wichapas said, wiping Build’s tears.

“Who will take care of the baby?” Build wailed like a child.. Thinking that his baby might become an orphan at a young age bothers him.

“That is why you have to be strong so we can stay for the baby.” Wichapas sounded like a father coaxing a baby in tantrums.

–

Than came back to the hospital and saw Build and Wichapas lying on the bed, Build still on the other’s chest and sleeping with his mouth a little open.

“He’s drooling in your shirt.” Than told Wichapas, smiling.

Wichapas just laughed at him.

“I just came back to check if you needed something.”

“Nothing. Aside from his mood swings, we’re good.” Wichapas answered.

“It’s because he’s pregnant. Did he eat well?”

Wichapas eyed the empty food containers on the side of the bed. Than smiled.

“Finally. He can’t eat and sleep well for weeks now.” Than went inside the bathroom and got a vomit basin.

“I will put this here.” he placed it at the foot of the bed. “He vomits every morning. Use this so you don’t have to go to the bathroom. Can you be here alone tonight?” Than asked.

“Yes.” Wichapas answered.

“P’Than.” Wichapas halted. “Can you call me P’Than?”

Wichapas smiled at him. “Yes, Phi.”

Wichapas is so happy. Build is really a gift for him. He now has a new and bigger family.

But the pregnancy journey will be tough for sure.

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And it was indeed a hard journey for Wichapas. A week after Build got discharged from the hospital, he stayed most of the time in the Puttha household. He always wanted to check how Build is doing and Build cannot sleep well without him. He already brought some of his paperworks there. Sometimes, Build just lay down the bed while he is working on his laptop. It's actually hard. His office is at home and most of his work is there. So he needs to travel back and forth to his house to finish them. But he can't let go of Build for so long. He still has difficulty breathing sometimes. Although the mood swings and tantrums always fall on him, he can't be away for too long or at least the whole night. The thought of being away from each other for a long time scares them both.

Sometimes, Wichapas has to come back to the Puttha household late. He checked his own household, checked on his brothers, attended business meetings and did all the pending jobs in his office. Tonight, itt's already late but the lights are still on. He's wondering why the household is still awake when it's almost midnight. He thought of calling Build to open the door for him but it suddenly opened. Aunt Praya went out of the door, smiling.

"Good evening, my Lord." She bowed.

"Good evening, Auntie. Why are you still awake?" He felt sudden uneasiness. Something might have happened when he's away.

"I was waiting for you." She let Wichapas enter and followed him. "Have you eaten?"

Wichapas halted. Did she wait for him just to ask if he had already eaten? Actually, he ate nothing since lunch. He hasn't felt hungry until now that it was brought up.

“I haven’t eaten yet.”

“I’ll prepare your food.” she said.

He followed Aunt Praya to the dining. He can’t believe she waited for him to serve dinner.

“You shouldn’t have waited for me. It’s already late.” He told her as he sat in the dining room.

Aunt Praya started bringing food to the table. He saw her place a plate on the head master’s place.

“Don’t worry. Your father just came home too. He just went upstairs to change and will be here soon to eat with you.”

Wichapas became unsettled. First, he is not used to someone waiting for him at home when it’s late. Commonly, the housemaids and the kids were already asleep when he got home at this hour and he instructed them not to wait for him when he's late. So, it’s either Prem will get him food or he will never eat dinner. Second, he is still not used to being part of this family yet. It was all new to him. Having someone called father and elder brother hasn't sunk in yet. After all, Build and him were not yet married. And lastly, Build’s father and him never had an alone moment ever. If the man goes back down for dinner now, this will be the very first time that they will be with each other alone. What should they talk about? Or, will they ever talk?

“Do you want anything else?” Aunt Praya asked him after placing all the food.

Wichapas shook his head with a smile. “Did Build ate dinner, Auntie?”

“Oh, that kid. Pregnancy is hitting him hard. He only ate a bowl of grapes for dinner.” Aunt Praya shook his head worriedly. “By the way, he is sulking because you didn’t get home early.”

Wichapas scratched the back of his neck. He’s calling Build earlier to tell him he’ll be home late but he didn’t pick up the call. He sent him a message but it was left on read.

Mr. Puttha entered the dining room wearing his sleepwear. He sat on his chair.

“When my wife was pregnant with him, I used to sleep on the couch most nights.” He said, putting food on his plate.

“Ah, yes! I remember. She always kicked him out of the room because he used to get home late from work.” Aunt Praya said, offering Wichapas the dish and the man quickly started eating.

“I had to work hard that time because we both want a secure future for our kids. We wanted to make sure that everything was ready before Build came to this world.” They both started eating and Aunt Praya left the room.

Wichapas started to worry again. They were both left in the room, eating their late dinner.

“My wife is a commoner.” The man started speaking again. “She was an orphan and living alone. When I asked her for marriage, she hesitated and my family was against it. But I told her to trust me. The only thing she wished for on our wedding day is to make sure our future kids will be living well. She’s not asking for a wealthy life, she just wanted enough to live well. It is because she knows how it feels to be poor and doesn’t want his kids to experience it.” The man looked at him. “I admit, I want more from what we have right now, but seeing my sons happy for what we have is more than enough for me.”

“And I believe your wife is so proud of you for giving them the life you promised.” Wichapas told him.

Mr. Puttha exhaled. “I was unfair to both of them way back then.”

“Believe or not, Build understands you. And he wants to follow your footsteps.”

Mr. Puttha smiled. “You were raised by great parents.”

Wichapas looked away, a little skeptical with what the man said. “It is because they thought I was an only child.” he sighed. “My father was already dead when I found out that he cheated on my mom and I have step brothers. My father is not aware about it either.”

“You see, there is no perfect marriage. Even though you love each other so much, the journey will never be easy. You’ll understand when you get married.”

Wichapas’ hand started to sweat. This is the topic he was expecting.

“Are you planning to marry my son in the future?”

And he dropped the bomb. Wichapas knows that one of these days, he will be asked this question. But he never, even once, had a doubt.

He loves Build and he will marry him no matter how many times he wants.

“Yes, Sir. I will marry your son. Will you allow me to do so?”

The man rested his body on the chair, looking at him intently. There are thoughts that can be read in his eyes. Wichapas tried to read them.

“Is it because he is pregnant already? Or is it because you wanted to be qualified for the throne?”

Wichapas flinched. He’s afraid that everything will be ruined if he answers wrongly. But, nothing is going to go wrong if you are being honest.

“I want to marry your son because I love him and I want to build a family with him, Sir.”

Mr. Puttha stared at him for a good couple of seconds before smiling. “Then you should get used to calling me Dad from now on.”

The dinner was alright. They switched topics from their relationships, to giving advice until they talked about business. It’s actually nice to have someone who can give fatherly advice during this situation. It was past midnight when they decided to part ways and go to their rooms, Wichapas on Build’s room.

He opened the door as carefully as he could. As Aunt Praya said, Build is sulking and once he gets interrupted from a deep sleep, he’ll be mad for sure. He saw Build, sleeping soundly, cheeks pressed to the pillow that made his lips pout a little. Wichapas went near him and kissed his forehead. He stared at him more and couldn’t help but peck on the pouted lips. Build whined and moved to the other side, eyebrows furrowed. Wichapas laughed a little. These past few days, Build always wants to sleep and gets cranky whenever interrupted.

Wichapas stood up and went to the bathroom to wash up. After washing up, he put on his robe and opened the door. Wichapas’ soul almost left his body when he saw Build standing in the front of the bathroom door and half asleep.

“Hey, are you okay?” Wichapas asked after he recovered from the shock.

“Your child is sleeping on my bladder.” Build answered and passed by him to get to the toilet.

Wichapas laughed a little after realizing that Build was half-asleep and might not be fully aware of his surroundings because he is sure that if he is fully conscious, he’ll jump unto him. Wichapas went to the closet and got a pair of clothes to sleep on. He already had some clothes in Build's closet because he had been staying in the household for a while now. After getting dressed, he went to the bed and waited for Build. The man got out of the bathroom and went straight to the bed. He immediately positioned in Wichapas' chest and hugged him close. Wichapas circled his arms in Build’s torso and kissed the top of his head.

“I love you.”

He said though he’s not expecting an answer because Build is asleep for sure. He closed his eyes and was ready to take a rest after a very long and tiring day. But he heard a murmur .

“Love you.”

–

Build woke up hugging Wichapas’ pillow. He took a few deep sniff of the scent before opening his eyes. He’s alone, again. Build punched the pillow and glared at it before stretching his body.

“Good morning, baby love.” He said while caressing his belly and his stomach started the morning act. The morning sickness hadn't subsided yet so he ran to the toilet.

After throwing up, Build got ready for the day though he wasn’t planning to do anything. He didn’t even check his phone, he knew Wichapas sent him a message. He didn’t even know what time Wichapas came home last night and what time he left this morning. Build is starting to get irritated again.

They rarely see each other and they rarely talk. What is happening to their relationship? They haven’t even married yet but it is being hard for both of them already. Or, does Wichapas want to marry him in the first place? The annoying feeling crept out of Build. He went down for breakfast but was greeted by small voices and giggles. He almost ran from the stairs to reach the kitchen.

Right there, he saw Tin and Ta sitting on the dining table with Than and his father. They were talking about something and they kept smiling at each other.

“Good morning.” Build greeted them.

The kids squealed in glee and jumped off their chairs to run to him. Build crouched down and kissed them on the top of their heads.

“Are you okay now, Phi?” Tin asked.

“Yes, your highness.” Build smiled at them.

Ta took a step backward and looked down. “I am sorry, Phi. I shouldn’t have asked you to come to our school for us. It’s my fault you fainted.”

“I’m sorry too, Phi. We both plan to talk to you about the event because we miss you so much.” Tin started to get teary.

Build sighed. “I am not mad at both of you and I miss you both so much as well. But why did you tell me your brother is busy attending the event?”

Ta perked up, eyes a little confused. “I didn’t say that. I just asked P’Than to give you the invitation.”

Build looked at Than, who’s now shrugging. “I told you ‘maybe he is too busy to attend’ but I never said he will never attend.” the elder defended.

And Build realized that. He just thought Wichapas was too busy but he knows he will never neglect his brothers. He is thankful for his stupidity because he and Wichapas got back together. But the annoying feeling is still there, his hormones are attacking his emotions again.

Build stood up and guided the kids back to their seats. He saw Dao inside the dining room and he squealed. “Dao!” He ran to her and gave her a big hug.

“Good morning, Khun.” Dao returned the hug, smiling widely.

Build pulled away from the hug. “How are you? We haven’t seen each other for a long time.”

“The people at the mansion miss you so much, Khun.”

“I will pay a visit to them soon. How is Prem? The last time we saw each other was at the school event.”

“Prem is currently in his hometown. His mother was discharged from the hospital and wanted to go back to their home so Prem went with them. That is why Lord Wichapas is too busy, he has no assistant for a few days now.”

Build grimaced upon hearing Wichapas’ name. They rarely see and talk to each other because he is so busy.

The breakfast went well, of course Aunt Praya cooked special dishes for the kids. The dining was full of laughter and silly jokes from them. They stayed in the household for the whole day and they played with Build. Build’s father went home early today. He went to the lanai and continued working with his laptop while the kids and Build stayed in the living room. Every now and then, Build had to leave and pee.

“Young masters, we have to go home. It’s almost five in the afternoon.” Dao reminded the kids.

“Can’t we stay for the night? It’s Sunday tomorrow, we don’t have to go to school.” Tin asked her.

“The master of the house might get angry with you if you stayed longer. And Lord Wichapas said you can only stay for the whole day.” Dao said as she started cleaning up the toys that her masters brought.

Tin and Ta looked at each other before running away. Dao called them but they sprinted so fast. The twins went to the lanai, where they saw Build’s father earlier. They stepped slowly, going to where the man was working. They stood there until the man looked at them.

“What can I do for you, young masters?”

“Uhmm…” Tin muttered but he elbowed his brother.

“Can we stay here tonight? Just tonight.” Ta said while looking at the ground.

The old man smiled, these little kids are cute. “Of course. It will be my pleasure to have you here tonight.”

The kids squealed in delight, throwing their hands up in the air, “Thank you, Uncle!” and then they ran back to the living room.

“Where have you been?” Build asked them.

“Uncle just allowed us to stay here tonight.” Tin giggled as he started pulling out the toys from his bag once again.

“But, young master, Lord Wichapas said we can only stay for today.” Dao looked so worried.

“But Uncle already said yes. We can stay tonight, right P’Build?” Ta looked at Build expectantly.

Build smiled. “Of course you can stay.” and started busying themselves once again.

“Khun, I need to go home now. Is it okay to leave the young masters to you?” Dao asked.

“Won’t you stay for the night too?” Build asked while tying some ribbons on Ta’s hair.

“No, Khun. I have duties to the household in the morning. The driver is already here. I need to go now. Goodbye, Khun. Goodbye, young masters.” Dao said.

“Bye bye, Dao.” Tin waved to her while Ta was struggling to keep up with Build tying ribbons on his hair.

“I want that too.” Tin pointed to the ribbons on his brother’s hair.

“Okay, you’re next.”

Dao laughed with the view and bowed to his masters before leaving the house.

–

It’s almost dinner when Wichapas came to Build’s house. He entered the living room and saw Build, the twins and P’ Than. They were playing with the toys that he recognized as his brothers’ because he bought all of them. He stopped at the doorway and admired the scenery. It’s nice to see them happy.

“The house is full of laughter and so bright all day because of the young masters.” Aunt Praya spoke from behind his back.

Wichapas smiled at him.

“Dinner is almost ready. Is there something you would like to eat?”

“I’ll be fine with anything, Auntie. Thank you for asking. Did Build ate well today?” He asked, eyes still looking at the kids.

“He ate quite well during breakfast but he only ate an apple dipped in peanut butter for lunch.”

Wichapas looked at Aunt Praya with disgusted eyes.

“Yes. That’s the same reaction from your brothers.” Aunt Praya laughed and left him stunned.

Build’s cravings are very common. Mostly fruits but the weird parts are the combinations. Dr. Cherry said it will become weirder as the pregnancy goes by.

Build suddenly sniffed the air. He smelled a familiar scent and he immediately roamed his eyes around. He saw Wichapas walking to them. The man smiled upon seeing that Build was looking at him.

“Hey.” he greeted.

Build quickly stood up and ran to him.

“Don’t run. You might slip.” He reminded him but Build crashed his body to him, making him groan due to the impact.

“You’re early today.” Build muttered, face buried on his neck.

Wichapas started caressing his back. “I went home but Dao said the kids were still here. How are you?” He kissed his temple.

“I’m fine. Are you tired?” Build pulled away from the hug.

“A little. But I’m fine. What are you doing there?” Wichapas nods at the carpeted floor where the kids and P’Than were busy with something.

“Come here. I’ll show you something.” Build pulled him to the middle of the living room. “Tadaaaaa!” he said, throwing his hands in the air like he had done a magic trick.

Wichapas saw his two brothers, busy making something out of their clay go with Than, wearing colorful ribbons on their hair. Wichapas suppressed a laugh. Than laughed as well upon seeing his reaction. The kids looked at him.

“What happened to both of you?” he asked.

“P’Build saw Tin’s ribbons from his art materials and made us look like Christmas trees.” Ta answered with a bored look.

“It’s cool though.” Tin touched his ribbons.

"Everyone, dinner is ready." Aunt Praya said before going up the stairs to tell the headmaster of the house.

Everyone went to eat. Build refused to eat the salad that was served. He said it's too greeny for him. So he settled on eating the egg pie. After dinner, Build's father asked some housemaids to prepare the guest bedrooms for the twins.

"Would you like to have separate rooms?" The man asked the kids.

"They sleep together. One room is fine. Sorry for the inconvenience." Wichapas said, a little embarrassed that the three of them are sleeping there for a night.

"You are not an inconvenience. We are family, remember?" Than tapped his back, feeling his discomfort.

"Do you have a room with a television? We like watching movies before we sleep." Ta asked, smiling widely.

Wichapas scratched the back of his nape, embarrassment evident on his face.

"Televisions are not allowed in bedrooms, young master." Aunt Praya smiled at him.

"Oh." Tin and Ta looked at each other.

"I thought we are family, why are you calling us young master?" Tin asked with pure curiosity.

The elders looked at each other and started to laugh.

"Okay, Tin and Ta. Go up in your room and get ready for bed." Mr. Puttha told them with a smile, looking fond of the kids.

"I brought you clothes for tonight. It's already upstairs." Wichapas told the kids.

"Good night, Aunt Praya. Good night, P'Than. Good night, Uncle."

"Good night, little cuties." Than messed up their hair.

"I'll help them wash up. You freshen up too." Build told Wichapas and the man nodded.

Wichapas was already finished taking a quick bath but Build was not yet still in the room. So, he followed him. He found the three already fast asleep on the bed. He thinks Build tried to make them sleep and also fell asleep with them. He'll actually sleep at any given chance. Wichapas tucked his brothers under the blanket properly before going to the side where Build is sleeping. He brushed his knuckles to the man's cheeks.

"Love." He called but Build didn't react. "Love, let's go back to our room." He kissed Build's temple.

Build stirred. Wichapas is ready to get an earful nagging because he interrupted his sleep. He has to wake Build up because, for sure, in the middle of the night Build will wake up and roam around the house, half asleep, looking for him. Build stretched his body and opened his eyes. Wichapas smiled at him and pecked his lips.

"Get up." Wichapas said.

Build smiled back and threw his hands in the air, like a child asking to be carried. Wichapas leaned in and Build snaked his arms around his neck. Wichapas effortlessly lifted Build from the bed, supporting the man's back with his left hand.

"Should I carry you?" He asked.

"No. I'll walk." Build said, yawning.

They both walked to their room along the half-lighted hallway. Wichapas needed to grab Build's waist as he kept swaying due to sleepiness. They got into the room and Build went to the closet and grabbed some clothes before entering the bathroom. Wichapas roamed around the room and ready the vitamins that Build needed to drink every night. Though most of the time he comes back late, he still keeps track of the Build’s medicines and eating habits. Build went out of the bathroom wearing an oversized shirt and shorts, which happens to be both Wichapas’ clothes. Wichapas smiled and offered the vitamins and a glass of water but Build scrunched his nose, reluctant from drinking the medicines.

“You need to drink this, for you and for our baby.” Wichapas tried to coax Build.

“These tablets are big and hard to swallow.” Build rolled his eyes before drinking the medicines and the water given to him.

“Papa is very good, right baby?” Wichapas crouched down and kissed Build’s belly. Build giggled before cupping Wichapas face. The man was anticipating a kiss but Build pressed both of his cheeks like a sandwich and shook his head, having a cute aggression.

They both lay on the bed after Wichapas turned off the lights, Build is hugging Wichapas tight and burying his face on the man’s neck, drowning in the scent.

“It’s Sunday tomorrow. Will you stay home?” Build muttered.

“I have to go to a warehouse tomorrow for an inspection. I’ll try to go home early.” Wichapas returned the hug. But he frowned when he felt Build biting his shoulder. It hurts but not so much.

“You barely have time with me.” He heard Build complain.

“I’m sorry, love. After the examination, I will settle everything about the business so we can have more time together,I promise.”

Build stopped, remembering the examination. Wichapas is so busy with business and the examination. He has less time for Build, for his brother or even having a complete sleep. He goes home late at night and leaves early in the morning. Surely, the man is so exhausted.

“It’s getting late, you should sleep now. Good night.” Wichapas kissed the top of his head.

“I love you.” Build said.

“I love you so much.” Wichapas answered.

They became quiet for some time. Build felt Wichapas’ breath became even, indicating that he’s asleep now. But Build remained wide awake.

Wichapas is having a hard time. He kept working these past few days and he was so busy. Balancing business, the preparation for the royal examination and their relationship is very hard. While Build is staying at home, sleeping most of the time, and demanding attention. Wichapas still wants to become the King. What if he passed the examination? He will have more responsibilities and might not be able to give more time for Build and their child. But it was his dream. Build felt bad. Was he becoming a handful? He thinks being pregnant and being demanding is a burden for Wichapas and their family.

But throwing up every morning and feeling dizzy all the time is hard too. He doesn’t want to eat most of the dishes served to him. Sometimes, he feels bad for not eating Aunt Praya’s dish anymore. Food. Build started to tear up. He wants to taste the usual food he eats before. The curry, the desserts that they always make. He wants to taste them again without throwing up.

Build thinks it’s almost midnight already. He sighed. How come thinking about their hard situation went to thinking about food? He imaginarily face palmed.

“Can’t sleep?”

He flinched when he heard a hoarse voice. Wichapas was awake.

“Did I wake you up? Sorry.” He answered.

“You keep tossing and turning. What’s wrong?” Wichapas moved to pull Build closer.

Build bit his lips, skeptical if he will answer his question.

“What are you thinking?” Wichapas asked again.

Build looked up at him with teary eyes, feeling guilty for waking up Wichapas.

“Food.” and then he started crying.

Wichapas melted, seeing Build like this and then he laughed. Build sobbed louder.

“I’m sorry for waking you up.” He felt really bad.

Wichapas caressed his head and kissed his forehead. “It’s fine. Stop crying. What do you want to eat?” He said, wiping Build’s tears.

“Noodles. With chicken and egg.” Build pouts.The magic technique that no one can resist.

Wichapas frown. “That’s not healthy.”

Build started to cry again making Wichapas sigh, accepting the fact that he can’t win against his big baby.

“Alright. I’ll cook for you.”

Build rustled and suddenly he was already standing up beside the bed. “Let’s go.” he said, wiping his own tears.

Wichapas can’t help but crack up hoarsely.

It’s midnight but the kitchen lights are on. Build is sitting at the kitchen counter, peanut butter and spoon on his hands, while Wichapas is cooking the requested dish.

“Stop eating that. You’ll lose your appetite for these noodles.” Wichapas said, back facing him.

Build didn't answer. He kept scooping the peanut butter but his eyes were locked on Wichapas’ back. He studied how his muscles move behind that white shirt. The way his broad shoulders move everytime he mixes the noodles in the pot. The way the hem of his shirt allows him to see a pinch of the man’s waist whenever he has to reach something on the cupboard. Build looked down further. Wichapas shorts look good but it’s delicately hanging on his waist that it might drop down and Build would see his…..

“Why are you looking at my butt?”

Build looked up, realizing Wichapas was already facing him. The man walked to him and removed the spoon on his mouth that Build is unaware he left there.

“Earlier, you were hungry, now you’re being naughty. Hmmm?” Wichapas set the peanut butter and spoon aside.

Build smiled widely. “I want the noodles now. Is it done?” He tried to look at the stove and he giggled seeing a bowl of hot noodles near the sink.

Wichapas moved and got the food. Build jump off the kitchen counter and run to the nearest high stool. Wichapas settled down the food on the counter and Build started eating.

“That’s what you get for not eating properly during dinner.” Wichapas sat beside him. “Does it taste good?”

Build nods, unable to answer because his mouth is full. Wichapas smiled fondly. Build kept eating and Wichapas cleaned the dishes they used. They went back to the room. Build went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth once again. He found Wichapas sitting on the edge bed, reading a book. Build went near and straddled him, sitting on his lap. Wichapas put down the book.

“The baby wants to say thank you for the food, Daddy.” He snaked his arms around his neck and he pecked a kiss on his lips.

Wichapas held his waist. “You’re welcome, baby.” and he kissed him back.

Build started grinding above him and kissed him deeply. Wichapas froze a bit. They never did anything since they got back together aside from kissing and cuddling. Wichapas didn't want to hurt Build during his pregnancy so he controlled himself. But the way Build acts tonight is making him lose control. Build’s right hand crawled to his clothed chest while the other remained on his back. Wichapas felt heated. He can feel his arousal.

Wichapas kissed back, deeper. He licked Build’s lips to ask for entrance but he was caught. Build sucked his tongue instead of allowing him to enter his mouth. Wichapas groaned in pleasure.

Build continues grinding above him while sucking his tongue. Though a little reluctant, Wichapas’ hands crawled inside his shirt, feeling the soft skin on his palms. Build let go of his tongue with a slurping sound. Wichapas cursed internally.

“Stay home tomorrow.” Build said with his puppy dog eyes.

Wichapas sighed when he felt Build’s clothed groin scratching on his. He almost lost sanity.

“I’ll be home early. I promise.” He answered breathily.

Build glared at him and clenched his teeth but didn’t stop grinding. Instead, he grinded more, deeper and slower. He smiled devilishly when he saw Wichapas closing his eyes and breathing from his mouth.

𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤, 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒.

Wichapas’ hands started roaming around Build body under the shirt. Build leaned in and bit his earlobe. Wichapas groaned once again.

“I’m sleepy. Good night, love.” And he jumped out of his lap.

Wichapas abruptly opened his eyes, still lost in pleasure. He looked around and saw Build tucking himself on the bed, back facing him. He can’t help but bury his face on his palms, sighing deeply in frustration. He is so aroused right now and his body is already heated. He thought of jerking off but he changed his mind. He laid down beside Build, hugging him from behind.

“You’re being bad, love. Good night.” He dropped a kiss on his nape and forced himself to sleep, still aroused.

Wichapas doesn’t need to set an alarm because he is used to waking up at five in the morning. And as usual, Build is still sleeping. Wichapas pulled him closer and kissed the back of his head. He sniffed his hair a few times, trying to take the scent as much as he could. It’s going to be another busy day for him. But he has to finish his schedule fast and be home early as he promised Build.

When he was ready to get up, he moved his body but he stopped. His lower body feels stuck. He tried to move his legs to confirm and he’s right.

He is inside Build. His shaft is buried deep in Build’s ass.

Wichapas tried removing it but Build whimpered and curved his body making Wichapas buried deeper inside him. The man had to close his eyes to control himself. Surrendering the work schedule for the day, Wichapas spooned Build once again. He kissed his shoulder before whispering.

“Cunning and sexy.”

Chapter Text

The morning started steamy. Wichapas can feel his shaft going hard inside Build. He tried taking deep breaths to control his arousal but he failed. His body shivered.

“Love.” Wichapas called. He knows Build is already awake because he’s clenching.

“What?” Build asked. He started thrusting backwards.

“I’m giving you time to back out. I don’t want to hurt you.” Wichapas said, caressing Build’s waist.

Build moved. He pulled Wichapas out of him then crawled on top of him. “Who said I’m backing out?”

“I would love to wake up like this everyday.” Wichapas jokes.

Build leaned in and kissed his lips. “Then stop going home late and leaving too early in the morning.”

The kiss got heated. It’s becoming deeper. They switched positions, Wichapas is now on top and Build giggled.

“You’re making me more addicted to you.” Wichapas said, dropping little kisses on Build’s face.

The room was filled with moans and panting early in the morning. Sun rays started seeping from the window. Wichapas tried to be as gentle as he could and he hoped to succeed. Build is a moaning mess under him, flushed and shivering. It was addicting. The grunts from Wichapas and moans from Build sounds like music.

–

They were all seated in the living room. Build playing with the kids again. Than and his father are talking about business with Wichapas which Build is not clearly interested in.

“Sir, your delivery is here.” A housemaid went near them.

Mr. Puttha stood up, everyone looking at him. Four men entered the living room, two were holding a large box.

“Good morning, Sir. Where shall we install this?” One of the men asked.

“You bought a television? What for?” Than asked his father.

The old man nods. “For the kids.”

The adults were shocked while the kids squealed in glee.

“Really? This is for us?” Tin asked, going near the big box.

“Let’s try it!” Ta said, jumping.

“Follow me to their room. This way.” Mr. Puttha went up the stairs with the kids followed by the men.

Build and Than looked at each other. Television has been highly forbidden in the rooms since they were kids. The three of them followed them into the room. The kids were continuously chatting and they could hear the men working to install the television. They remained outside the room, listening to their conversation.

“Does this mean this room is already ours?” Tin asked.

Wichapas flinched. He stepped forward to enter the room and stop the kids from asking the questions but Build held his arm.

“Do you want this room? You can stay here whenever you want to.” They heard what their father said.

“Can we bring some of our clothes and toys here too?” Ta asked too.

“Sure.”

Wichapas massaged his temple, embarrassed.

“We have two homes now. See?” Tin said.

“We can bring some of our stuffed toys here and design the bed.” Ta giggled.

Build hugged Wichapas from the side. Wichapas kissed his temple. It feels good but embarrassing. The kids having their own room in this household feels like a dream. They are really a family now.

The television installers already left and the kids decided to test their new television. They sat on the bed, eyes focused on the television, while Than was choosing from what to watch.

“What will you say to Uncle, kids?” Wichapas said.

“Thank you, Uncle.” Ta said, looking at the man standing in the doorway.

“Thank you for the television and thank you for the room.” Tin said, giggling.

Mr. Puttha smiled at them. “You’re welcome. I need to finish some work. Enjoy your new television.”

“Dad, it’s Sunday.” Build said, looking at his father with a deadpan face. He sat on the bed with the kids.

“I know. But I have to finish them.” and the man left.

Than’s cell phone suddenly rang. He immediately fished it from his pocket and answered.

“Hello, Chat? Are you downstairs?” he said.

Build looked at his brother with questioning eyes. Than gave him the remote control and left the room. Build looked at Wichapas and the man smiled at him, sitting with them on the bed.

“Hia, we need to bring our clothes here today. Let’s get them.” Ta said, fixing himself under the blanket.

“You’re too at home now. We’re not going to live here.” Wichapas scratched his forehead.

The kids thought they are going to permanently live at the house since Wichapas is spending most of his time here.

“Why not? It’s cool here. They make delicious foods as well.” Tin said, getting the remote control from Build and starting searching for channels.

“Because this is not our house. And I will tell the kitchen staff at home that you like the food here more than their cooking.” Wichapas answered.

“Don’t! They might not make me something good when we get home!” Tin looked at him with big eyes.

Build laughed a little. He’s amazed with the conversation and he’s happy that the kids are comfortable in their home.

“But you always sleep here.” Ta said, pouting.

Build felt the urge to interrupt the conversation.

“I’m sorry if you feel like Hia is not staying at home most of the time. It’s my fault.”

Ta and Tin looked at him with confused eyes.

“I have something to tell you.” Build cleared his throat. He looked at Wichapas and received a supportive smile.

Build felt the need to tell them that he is pregnant. He doesn't want the kids to think that Wichapas was spending more time with him for no particular reason.

Tin put down the remote control and sat beside Ta, covered half of his body with the blanket as well. They looked at Build with anticipation. Build is a bit nervous. He was afraid of the reaction from the kids.

“You see, Hia is always here because of me. He has to take care of me and….” Build touched his belly. “The baby.”

“Me?” Tin asked, more confused.

“You’re not a baby anymore.” Ta looked at his brother with disgust.

“Hia.” Tin said, pouting.

“You’re my baby forever.” Wichapas kissed Tin’s head.

“You are forever our babies, both of you.” Build held their hands. “But right now, Phi is not feeling really well these past few days because I have a baby right here.” He guided the little hands and let them touch his belly.

The kids looked at him really confused.

“Is the baby bad? Why do you not feel well because of it?” Ta said, frowning.

Build smiled at him. “No. The baby is not bad. In fact, it’s a blessing for me and Hia.” he looked at Wichapas once again.

“Is it big now?” Tin asked, eyeing his belly where their palms were touching.

“Not yet. It’s still developing. But soon, my belly will grow this big.” Build guided their hands once again forming a curve outward his belly.

The kids gasped, that made Wichapas and Build laugh.

“Will it hurt you?” Ta asked, face back at frowning. “I don’t want you to be hurt.”

Build suddenly felt like crying. His eyes immediately started to tear up. He bit his lower lip.

“That’s why I am always with him so he’ll not be hurt. I’m taking care of him.” Wichapas said, shifting his position to Build’s side because he knows the man is on the verge of crying. Wichapas placed his hand on Build’s back to comfort him.

But instead of calming down, Build started to cry. Wichapas caressed his head. “Ssshhh. Don’t cry, love.”

“Does that mean we will be having a Baby Love?” Tin asked, tilting his head on the side.

Wichapas and Build looked at each other. Build smiled as he remembered calling the baby as ‘baby love’ too.

“Yes. Because we have Hia Love and Phi Love.” Ta answered, crawling to Build’s lap. “Will you be hurting if I sit here?”

“No, it’s fine.” Build kissed Ta’s head. Wichapas wiped Build’s tears on his cheeks.

Tin suddenly stood up and started jumping. “Then what will the baby call us?”

“You’ll be the uncles.” Wichapas said, trying to put Tin back down.

Tin stopped jumping. “Ew! I’m too young to be an uncle.” Tin rolled his eyes and crossed his arms on his chest.

“Me too. I don’t want to be an uncle.” Ta jumped out of Build’s lap.

Build giggled. “Okay. How about you’ll be…” he tried to think of something that the twins would like. “Tata love and Tin love?”

The twins look at each other before smiling from ear to ear. Wichapas shook his head, feeling overwhelmed with the interaction of the three.

–

Days passed by and Build felt different, a lot different. He felt heavy most of the time and didn't want to get out of bed. His head is poundin and he always feels like vomiting.

It became harder for Wichapas. He rarely goes to work and he can't focus on the preparation because he takes care of Build. Build is surely more important but the business is demanding more attention. Business is getting rough. His competitors are taking advantage of his situation.

Wichapas is currently in his home office for the first time in a week. He has to deal with a lot of paperworks because he wasn't able to work properly. He heard a knock and the door opened. Prem came in with a folder in his hand.

"Sir, the sales report for this month just came in. The sales team said it's a little rough." He placed down the folder.

Wichapas massaged his temple before picking up his phone. Checking if Build had replied to his messages. But he found nothing. It's almost lunch time and he needs to make sure that Build has already eaten. Wichapas is sure he skipped breakfast too.

"The palace invited you for a meeting. The whole council is requested to be at the palace tomorrow." Prem continued.

Wichapas sighed and messed up his hair. He's so tired about all of this and so worried about Build. He opened the last drawer of his table and grabbed a packet of cigarettes. He pulled out a stick and lit it up.

"Can you call Aunt Praya? Build is not answering his phone." He said before getting back to work, a cigarette in his mouth. During busy days and sleepless nights, coffee and cigarettes kept him awake. But he makes sure to clean himself properly before going back to Build.

Prem fished out his cell phone and dialed.

"Hello, Auntie. Sorry to disturb you but Khun Jakapan is not answering his phone. Is he with you?" Prem stopped for a moment, listening to the person on the other line. He muttered a thank you before ending the call. "Khun Jakapan is still on the bed, refusing to eat again."

Wichapas scratched the back of his neck. He doesn't know what to do anymore. Sometimes Build is fine but most of the him he is like this. Pregnancy is surely hard. He decided that if Build didn’t reply to his messages until lunchtime, he'd head back to him. So he has to finish all this paperworks, which is very impossible to do.

It was half past twelve at noon when he received a message from Build.

𝐻𝑖, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘?

Wichapas sighed after reading the text, feeling relieved. He immediately typed a message.

𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔?

It took a couple of minutes before he received a reply.

𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡. 𝐼 𝑣𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦. Build replied with a sad emoticon.

𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑛𝑜𝑤? 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙. Wichapas looked at the stack of folders on his table. What shall he do?

𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝐴𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑃𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑎 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑝. 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦. 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

Wichapas sighed once again. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙. 𝐸𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡. 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑜.

The Lord worked as fast as he could. Prem brought him lunch and snacks but he didn’t eat anything. He sometimes stood up for a couple of minutes to smoke and relieve the stress.

It was almost seven in the evening when his phone suddenly rang. He dropped the pen he is using in signing the documents. He picked up the phone, Build was calling.

“Hey, love.” he said, massaging his forehead.

"𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑒."

Wichapas perked up after knowing that Build is not on the other line. He shivered, nervousness started to swallow his sanity.

“P’Than. Is there something wrong?”

"𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘? 𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑. 𝐻𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢."

Wichapas immediately stood up. He picked up his car key, he grabbed his wallet and a sweater.

“I’m heading there now.” He ended the call, strode out the house as fast as he could.

Wichapas reached the household. He went straight to Build’s room where he found Than and Aunt Praya standing beside the bed. Build is seated on the mattress, half body covered with blanket. He saw tissues that were covered with blood on his lap. Build is currently wiping his nose with a clean tissue.

“Hey, what happened?” Wichapas sat beside Build and kissed his forehead.

“I don’t know. It just suddenly bled.” Build started gathering the blooded tissues and throwing it to the trash bin that Aunt Praya gave.

“Is it still bleeding? How do you feel?” Wichapas asked Build then look at Than. “Do we need to bring him to the hospital?”

“Hey. Calm down. I’m okay now. No need to go to the hospital.” Build held Wichapas’ hand.

“Phi?” Wichapas looked back at Than, asking for his opinion.

“Nose bleeding is pretty normal during pregnancy. His blood volume is increasing and the hormonal changes are responsible for that. If it doesn't happen frequently, he’s fine.” Than said, calm and comforting for Build and Wichapas.

Wichapas nods. He looked at Build. “Have you eaten?”

Build nods. “I was eating when it started to bleed.”

“I’ll head out now. I need to call Dad.” Than went out of the room.

“Do you need anything else?’ Aunt Praya asked Build but the man shook his head. “How about you? Should I bring you dinner?” the woman asked Wichapas.

“I’ll eat later, Auntie. Thank you.” Wichapas answered.

Aunt Praya smiled at both of them before leaving. Wichapas looked at Build before pulling him for a hug. He dropped a couple of kisses on Build’s temple, trying to ease the nervousness he was feeling.

“Did I scare you? I’m sorry.” Build spoke.

Wichapas broke the hug. “Are you sure you’re okay now?”

Build nods but he scrunched his nose. Suddenly, his eyes started to tear up and his nose became red.

“You’re smoking again?” He asked.

Wichapas was stunned. He forgot to shower before coming back here. “Sorry. It was… I…” he exhaled and then stood up. “I’ll shower real quick.”

While Wichapas is in the shower, Build starts thinking. Wichapas is so stressed. He started to feel guilty once again. Traveling back and forth for him is hard and tiring. He can’t imagine the exhaustion Wichapas is currently feeling that led him to going back to smoking. Build felt terrible. He felt like a burden to everyone.

They were both lying on the bed, Build’s head on Wichapas’ chest. The latter’s hand is caressing his back.

“You haven’t eaten yet.” Build spoked.

“I’m fine.” Wichapas answered, eyes closed.

“”Let’s go down so you can eat. I can cook for you.” Build bit his lower lip to prevent himself from tearing up. He wanted to make up to Wichapas for being a burden.

“Take a rest for now. I’m alright.”

Build cried. He can’t bear the guilt and the rejection he was feeling. Wichapas opened his eyes upon hearing the sobs. He moved to see Build’s face and saw the tears.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurting?”

Build tried stopping himself from crying but he couldn't. "I-I’m sorry.” He wiped his own tears. “I think it’s the hormones.”

Wichapas’ hand lifted and cupped Build’s cheek. “Something is bothering Papa Love. What is it?” he cooed.

Build laughed a little with the statement. “I just think….You know.”

“I can’t understand. Speak clearly.” Wichapas stretched his arm and placed Build’s head there.

“I just feel bad.” Build looked away. “You’re tired of work and you keep coming back and forth instead of resting. I’m sorry for being an addition to your stress.” Build hid his face on Wichapas’ neck, still crying.

Wichapas chuckled. “I told you to stop thinking like that. You and the twins are my first priority, everything else is not as important as you.” He started caressing his hair.

Build cried louder. His body started shaking.

“Okay, to make you feel better, can you make me breakfast tomorrow? I’ll be going to the palace for a meeting.”

Build perked up, looking at him with a smile. “Really? I can cook for you tomorrow?”

“Actually, you can cook for me everyday. But I want you to take a rest most of the time.” Wichapas answered.

Build started to frown. “I’m always resting. I think my bones will now break from doing simple tasks.” He moved to the other side of the bed, back facing Wichapas. He started sulking.

The lord started to feel the tiredness of the day. His body started to feel weak and his eyes started to close. But he fought it and hugged Build from behind.

“Resting is good for you and the baby.” Wichapas’ palm landed on Build’s belly, thumb playing on the clothed skin.

“It’s my fault you went back to smoking. You’re stressed. You should be the one who's resting.” Build muttered softly.

“No. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have gone back to smoking. It’s bad for you and our baby. I’m sorry.” He kissed Build’s nape.

Wichapas frowned. He can’t smell Build. The fruity scent is gone. Was it possible? Omegas are supposed to have a stronger smell while pregnant. That’s how it should be, right?

Build placed his hand on top of Wichapas', the one that caresses his belly. "Do you want a girl or a boy?"

"Anything will be fine. As long as you and the baby are healthy." Wichapas is so close to drifting off to sleep.

"If this is a boy, it will be a total chaos. Your brothers are naughty and I'm sure this one will be too. If this is a girl, she'll be the princess for sure." Build chuckles, imagining all the possible scenarios when he gives birth.

"We are all boys in the family. If we have a girl, she'll rule us for sure." Wichapas buried his face more to Build's nape.

"Your family has a history of twins, what if we got twins too? That will be more chaotic." Build sighed but smiling.

Most of the time he was alone, he often thinks of parenthood. What will happen when they already have a family? How is he as a parent? Will the child grow fine and healthy? Is he capable of being a parent? Is he ready?

At some point, he thought of marriage. They never talked about marriage. Or if they have a plan to get married. They are not even mated.

When no one answered him, he shifted. He faced Wichapas only to see that it was already asleep, mouth partly open. Build smile but then he glared, feeling annoyed that Wichapas fell asleep in the middle of conversation. He bit Wichapas shoulder, a bit hard that it left a mark. Wichapas stirred but he’s still asleep.

Build felt satisfied. He kissed Wichapas' upper lip then his lower lip before he chuckled. He buried his face to the man's neck, trying to find a comfortable position but he failed. He sniffed Wichapas’ neck but he couldn't smell him. Build frowned.

–

Wichapas woke up with no one on his side. He stretched his body then he got up and fixed himself before going down. It’s still early in the morning but he needs to leave early. He went to the dining room but no one was here so he went directly to the kitchen. There, he found Build with Aunt Praya and other housemaids, cooking.

“Good morning.” He greeted them.

Build perked up and ran to him, giving him a big hug, Wichapas gave him a smooch on the cheek. The housemaid bowed to him while Aunt Praya smiled at him before going back to cooking.

“Good morning, love. I made you breakfast.” Build said, arms wrapped around on his neck.

“What did you make?” Wichapas kissed his forehead.

Build pulled away and went back to the kitchen counter. “I made you bacon and pancakes. Here.” Build handed him a plate with food.

Wichapas went to a stool and settled at the kitchen counter. “Thank you.” he started to eat.

Build went near him and settled himself in between Wichapas’ legs, holding a jar of peanut butter and a spoon.

“Stop eating that. Eating something that can make you full.” Wichapas tried to feed him a bite of pancake but Build refused.

Build handed him the jar, pouting. “Open it, please. My finger feels a little numb most of the time.”

“I just told you not to eat this.” Wichapas said but proceeded to open the jar and handed it back to Build.

Build hid a smile, he won again. He scooped a spoonful and started eating the peanut butter.

“I forgot to ask. Do you want coffee, tea…” He leaned it to Wichapas’ ear to whisper. “Or me?”

Wichapas chuckled. “Don’t start if you can’t finish it.” He whispered.

“Too early.” Build giggled. “I’ll make you a cup of coffee.”

Build moved away to make him a cup of coffee, leaving the jar of peanut butter on the counter. “What time will you be back?”

“I’m not sure. I might go to the twins before coming back here.” He answered, still eating.

Wichapas finished his breakfast. They bid goodbye to each other. Wichapas left early because he’ll go to the mansion to change his clothes. He didn’t have any formal clothes in Build’s household.

The days went so slow. The meeting lasted too long for Wichapas’ liking. The council is discussing the upcoming examination. Most of the time Wichapas’ mind is out of the meeting room, thinking about the work he needs to finish when he comes back. He avoided Lord Arphus most of the time. Wichapas had no time for a verbal fight. His mind and body are too tired for any drama.

It was almost seven in the evening when the meeting ended. It will take hours to drive back to the mansion so Wichapas took the time to answer emails and do some work on his laptop. Prem, sitting beside him, is doing some updating on his tablet. It was a quiet and busy journey. As a habit, Wichapas forgot about his phone. He never texted or called Build the whole day.

It was late at night and he decided to go straight to the Puttha household. He’ll just leave early in the morning again to see his brothers. He can’t wait to hug Build and sleep. The car stopped in front of the house. He went down and was about to enter when a housemaid, who was assigned to take the trash out, saw him. The woman immediately bowed and looked at him confused.

“My Lord, what are you doing here?” she asked.

Wichapas frowned. Why is she asking him this?

“Khun Build is in your mansion. He went there this morning saying he’ll wait for you there.” she said.

Wichapas ran his hand to his hair. He remembers telling Build that he will stop by the house before going here. He went back to the car and told them to drive home. Wichapas quickly ascended the stairs and went straight to his room. He found no one inside so he ran on the other wing. He opened the kids’ room and there he found three sleeping bodies. Tin is buried in his stuffed toys and Ta is lying horizontally. Build has a book on his chest, sleeping soundly.

Wichapas sighed. He’s so tired and he wanted to rest too. So, without waking Build, he went to his room and get ready for bed.

–

“You said you’re going here before going back to the house so I waited for you here. You never texted or called me the whole day yesterday. You didn’t even wake me up when you came home last night. If you’re trying to piss me off, congratulations. You did it.”

Wichapas sat there without even trying to open his mouth. He started the day with an earful nagging from Build. The kids are just looking at them, food still not touched.

“Eat your breakfast now.” Build told the twins.

The kids immediately held their utensils and started to eat, eyes still on Build. The housemaids are a little agitated because Build is so pissed. This is the first time they saw Build like that. But Wichapas is used to it already. Build’s mood changes from time to time and that’s because he is pregnant.

“I’m sorry, love. I…” Wichapas wasn’t able to finish what he’ll going to say.

“Prem! Drive me home now.” Build stood up and walked out of the dining room.

Wichapas quickly followed him but when Build looked back, glaring, he stopped.

“Don’t you dare follow me, Wichapas.” The whole household stopped upon hearing Build. This is the first time they heard someone called their master without honorifics.

“Defy me and you’ll never see this child ever.” Build continued while pointing to his belly.

They heard gasps from the housemaids. Dao covered his mouth with his hand and looked at Prem with wide eyes. Prem just nods at him, silently confirming the news. The other housemaids can just look at each other with wide eyes.

“Prem, let’s go.”

–

Late in the afternoon on the same day, the revelation in the morning hadn’t died down yet. The housemaids kept talking about Build being pregnant and how happy they were. Build is surely loved by the household.

Wichapas is inside his office when suddenly Prem went in without knocking.

“Sir, Khun Jakapan is back.”

Wichapas immediately stood up and went to the entrance. There, he saw Build going down the car with a large backpack and struggling to pull out a small duffle bag.

“Love, what’s going on?” Wichapas asked, confused with what was happening.

The driver opened the trunk of the car and brought out a large red suitcase.

“Help me.” Build said, struggling with his bags.

Wichapas immediately grabbed the backpack, still confused, while Prem grabbed the duffle bag. The driver placed the suitcase beside Build.

“Thank you. You can go back now.” Build smiled at his driver.

The man bowed to them before leaving. Build grabbed the handle of the suitcase and went near them.

“I’m moving in.”

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Build went upstairs. Prem is now carrying his suitcase because it’s too heavy to be carried by a pregnant person. His duffle bag was carried by a housemaid and his backpack is on Wichapas’ shoulder. Prem went directly to Wichapas’ room but Build halted him.

“Prem. I’ll be staying here.” Build said, pointing to the guest room next to Wichapas’ room where he stayed when he was rescued before.

Wichapas looked at him. “What? Why here?”

Build acted like Wichapas is not there. He opened the door and motioned the housemaid to place his bag inside. The woman followed his order and left them.

“Love, you can stay in my room.” Wichapas went near him.

“Prem, bring my suitcase here.” Build looked at Prem, the man looking back at him.

“No. Prem, he’ll be staying in my room.” Wichapas pointed to his door, motioning Prem to put the suitcase there.

“I’ll be staying in whichever room I want.” Build raised an eyebrow to Prem. “Prem, give me my suitcase.”

“What’s the point of moving in with me if you’re not staying in my room?” Wichapas’ frown deepened. “Prem, bring the suitcase inside my closet.”

“Prem, that is my suitcase so follow me.” Build crossed his arms to his chest.

Prem sighed. He rolled the suitcase in between them before bowing his head. “I guess it’s better if you both figure out the situation. Excuse me.” Then he left.

Build glared at Wichapas. He grabbed the handle of the suitcase but Wichapas grabbed it as well.

“Let go.” Build snarled.

“No. Get settled in my room.” Wichapas answered.

“No!” Build shouted.

“I said stay in my room!” Wichapas shouted back.

Build’s eyes widened. Suddenly, tears started to pool in his eyes.

“D-Did you… Did you just shout at me?” He asked, lips quivering.

Wichapas closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying his best to calm down.

“I’m sorry, love. It’s just…You shouted at me first. I got carried away.” Wichapas held his hand, letting go of the suitcase. “Please, stay in my room.”

Build pout, eyes still pooled with tears. Wichapas’ heart started swelling and he had the urge to smooch Build. But he was shocked when Build kicked the suitcase and it landed on his foot. Upon hearing the loud thud, Build ran inside the guest room. Before he closed the door, he looked back at Wichapas. The man is seated on the floor, holding his left foot, crying in pain.

Build felt the guilt. He bit his lower lip, contemplating whether to help Wichapas or not. But his ego won. He slammed the door shut.

Wichapas stood up, scratching his nape. Build didn’t buy his act. He should practice more so he will be believable next time.

–

A series of knocks was heard from the door. Build frowned, covering his head with the blanket. Wichapas kept knocking on his locked door, begging to let him in. But Build didn’t budge. Wichapas will just tell him to stay in his room. But no, he won’t give in. The reason why he doesn’t want to is because….. nothing. He just doesn't want to.

“Khun, your father and your brother are downstairs. They are looking for you.”

Build perked up hearing Dao’s voice. He immediately stood up and opened the door.

“Where are they?” he asked, excited. He'll tell his brother and his father how annoyed he is with Wichapas. They will definitely side with him for sure.

“In the living room, Khun.” Dao answered.

Build ran downstairs.

“Khun, don’t run! You might slip! Goodness gracious.” Dao palmed his forehead.

Build arrived in the living room only to see his father, his brother and Wichapas talking. His father looked at him with a frown.

“Build, what happened? I came home and your brother said you moved out?”

“Yes, Dad. He just went out of his room, clothes all packed, and said he’s moving in here.” Than crossed his legs and rested his body on the sofa.

“But he doesn’t want to stay in my room. He chose to be in the guest room.” Wichapas complained, standing up from his seat.

Build looked at him with wide eyes, threatening him to shut up.

“I don’t want to stay with him.” Build shrugged.

“Then go home. I don’t see the point of you moving here but don’t want to be with him.” his father stated, standing up as well.

Build rolled his eyes. They are choosing Wichapas over him. “You’re siding with him, Dad.”

“I’m siding who? I’m telling you to go home if you will just act like this.” His father massaged his forehead.

“Why are you mad at him?” Than asked Build.

“Same question.” Wichapas crossed his arms on his chest.

Everyone is looking at Build, anticipating an answer.

“Because….” Build thought. He squinted his eyes, trying to think of a reason. “Just because.” he shrugged.

“Okay. Enough with your antics. Get your things and we’re going home.” His father looked at him sternly.

Than chuckled, can't wait to see who will win with the father and son argument, but he quickly quieted himself..

“Dad!” Build stomped his right foot.

“Build, most of the time you are unwell. Who will look after you when he is at work?” The old man explained.

“That’s the point. I moved here because I don’t want him to travel back and forth to our house.”

“But you’re just making it harder for him if you are acting this way. You’re a grown up man now. How will you take care of your family if you’re behaving like that?” His father’s frown is getting deeper.

Build palmed his belly and looked at Wichapas. The man is looking at him directly in the eyes. Wichapas looked so stressed, actually. Build felt a pang of guilt.

“Either you stop your acts or we’ll go home. You choose.” His father placed both of his hands on his waist.

Build looked at Than, trying to ask for help, but his brother just shrugged at him. Then he looked at Wichapas. They stared at each other for quite some time before Build pouts and looked down. He stepped forward, going to Wichapas, and dropped his head on the man’s shoulder. He immediately felt Wichapas’ arms around his body.

“Sorry.” Build muttered.

Wichapas chuckled.

“Don’t laugh.” Build slapped Wichapas’ arm without looking up at him.

“Okay.” Wichapas cleared his throat to suppress his laughter.

“So, what now? Do you want to go home?” His father asked him.

Build shook his head, still pressed on Wichapas’ shoulder.

“Did you bring all your medicines?” Than asked him while standing up from his seat.

Build nods, still in the same position.

“We’ll head out now.” His father said with a softer tone. Build looked up upon hearing the soft voice.

“Won’t you stay for dinner?” Wichapas asked.

“Maybe next time. Take care of him.”

Wichapas nods. The two of them left the house. Than can’t help but smile upon recalling what happened back at the mansion.

“I never thought that Build would initiate to move in with him.” He said.

His father sighed. “Way back then, he always ran to your mother when someone would scold him for being silly and naughty. Seeing him hide himself to someone else when scolded brings back that feeling.”

Than frowned. He moved to see his father’s face, who was looking outside the car window. “Dad, are you jealous?” he mocked.

“What are you talking about?” His father tilted his head away to avoid Than’s gaze.

“Huh! You are jealous. Don’t hide it.” Than crossed his arms on his chest.

“I’m…” The man cleared his throat. “Maybe just a little overwhelmed that he is starting his own family now.” And then another sigh.

Than can’t argue. He is feeling the same way. He can’t believe that Build is having his own family now. But he felt happy, knowing that Build is in good hands.

“So you better have your own family now too. Get married as soon as possible.”

“Dad!”

–

The mansion was dominated by Build.

That is how they describe the Sumettikul mansion these past few days. Everyone is under his feet. The kids wanted his prepared snacks for school and always came home running to him. The kitchen staff always asked what he wanted to eat. The housemaids always ask about his needs.

About his health, it was unstable. Sometimes he felt good but sometimes he stayed in bed. Wichapas is still busy, but it was easier than before. He will work all day and when he gets home, Build is waiting for him. The best stress reliever he could get is seeing Build and the twins in the living room, slumped on the floor, busy with accomplishing the kids’ homework. Build looked up and smiled at him widely.

“I’m done! I’m done!” Ta screamed while waving his paper in the air.

Wichapas sat on the couch and Build sat beside him. Wichapas kissed his forehead and Build pressed his body to his chest. He placed his hand on Build’s belly, a gesture he always does unconsciously nowadays.

“What are you doing?” Wichapas asked the kids.

Ta stood up and handed him the paper. “Our homework today is to draw our favorite hobbies with our family. I draw us while watching television. See?”

Wichapas smiled. It’s really them, lying on the bed, watching the television. Though the drawing and colors are overwhelming, it’s still understandable.

“How about you, young man? What did you draw?” Wichapas asked Tin, who’s still busy coloring his drawing.

“Wait. I’m not finished yet.” The kid said, not even batting an eye to him.

Build chuckles. “You’ll be surprised.”

Suddenly, Tin stood up and crawled to his big brother’s lap. “Here.”

Wichapas knotted his eyebrows. There are flowers, a fountain and some people in the drawing.

“Us in the garden?” He asked.

Tin nods. “This is us playing in the fountain and this is you and Phi picking flowers,” he explained.

But Wichapas caught something in the drawing. “There are three people in the fountain. Who’s the other one?”

“That’s baby love.” Tin said, pointing to a small stick man. “So, we have Phi love, Hia love, Tata love, Tin love and Baby love there.”

Wichapas looked at Build and the man smiled at him.

After dinner, Build settled the kids in their room and let them sleep. He freshened up and prepared himself for bed wearing Wichapas’ shirt and shorts. He went out of the bathroom and saw Wichapas sitting on the bed, waiting for him. Wichapas gestured for him to come and he did. He stood between his legs and wrapped his arms around his neck. Wichapas buries his face on his stomach.

“Tired?” Build asked.

Wichapas just nods before dropping kisses on his belly. “Hi, baby love.”

Build laughed, a little ticklish with the actions. “Let’s sleep so you can rest now.”

Wichapas looked up, pouting for a kiss. Build pressed both of his hands on Wichapas’ cheeks, making his lips pout more, before diving in for a kiss. He was about to pull back but Wichapas held his waist and pulled him closer. The kiss deepend. Wichapas started to roam his hands on Build’s body. His palms traveled Build’s back and slid lower until he reached his bottom. He started squeezing them, making build squeaks and pulled out of the kiss. Build looked at him with judging eyes.

“You said you’re tired.”

“Just two rounds, please?” Wichapas squeezed his bottom again.

Build slapped his shoulder before laughing. “Hmmm? Lord Wichapas is aging. He can go for only two rounds.”

Wichapas flipped their position and caged Build on the bed. “Stop challenging me, omega. I’m holding back because you’re pregnant. Wait until you give birth and I’ll prove my abilities to you once again.”

Build’s laughter echoed in the whole room. “Should I be thankful?”

“No. You should be worried.” Wichapas kissed him, deep and slow.

That’s one of the pros of living in the mansion. They have access to each other easily. Wichapas don’t have to travel and waste time to meet Build. He can just go straight home and cuddle him all the time.

It was a quiet night. But the panting and heavy breaths didn’t stop. Wichapas dropped his body beside Build. He looked at him with a contented smile. The moonlight touches their naked bodies as they lay down side by side, smiling to each other. Ethereal.

Wichapas forced himself up to clean Build and him before going to sleep.

In the morning, they were awakened by the loud banging of the door. Build was sleeping on top of Wichapas chest.

“Hiaaaaa!!!” Ta’s voice was heard and continued banging the door.

Build moved, making Wichapas awake as well.

“Good morning, love.” Wichapas greeted, kissing him on the top of his head.

Build just hummed, getting off his chest.

“Open this!!” they heard another scream.

“I want to know how strong they are. Can they destroy the door?” Wichapas said, burying his face on Build’s neck.

Build chuckles. “Open the door. They will not stop.” But his actions speak the exact opposite. Build wrapped his arms on Wichapas’ head, making his face closer to his neck. He loved the feeling of his breath on his skin.

They heard knocks followed by a kid singing.

“Do you wanna build a snowman?”

They both laugh. It’s Tin, singing his current favorite Disney song while Ta is telling him to stop. Wichapas dropped a kiss on his neck before standing up. Build sat up and rested his body on the headboard, still tired despite the sleep he just had.

Wichapas opened the door and the two little gremlins ran inside as fast as they could and jumped into the bed.

"Good morning, Phi. Good morning, baby love." Tin smiled sweetly before caressing Build's belly.

"Good morning, Tin love. Good morning, Tata love." Build kissed their forehead.

"Felt like I was abandoned." Wichapas rolled eyes before sitting at the end of the bed.

"Good morning, Hia love. " Tin beamed and jumped to his older brother's lap.

Wichapas kissed the top of his head. Dao came to the room, a little panicked. But he was relieved when she saw the four people sitting on the bed. She immediately bowed.

"Good morning, masters. Good morning, young masters. I'm sorry to barge in. The kids were not in their room early in the morning so I panicked. My apologies." She said without looking up.

"Good morning, Dao. It's okay. These little gremlins invaded our room." Build said while tickling Ta, making him giggle.

"You always make her stressed and panicked." Wichapas looked at his brothers.

"But you always lock the door nowadays. Before, we could enter the room as easily as this." Ta motioned his hand like he was twitching a door knob.

Dao perked up, eyes wide. "I'm so sorry, masters. I should've gone to their room earlier so they didn't bother you. Come young masters, let's get ready for school." Dao fetched the kids from the bed. Before she went out, she looked back and bowed again. "We will leave now. Please continue what you were doing before they came." And she left.

Build and Wichapas were left dumbfounded in the room. They looked at each other after hearing the door click.

"Did she just…." Build's eyes widened. "Did she think we were doing something before the kids came?" She blurted out.

Wichapas laughed and crawled to him. He hugged Build's waist before kissing his belly. "Good morning, baby love. Be good to Papa today. Don't give him trouble."

Build giggled. "Baby love wants peanut butter."

Wichapas squinted his eyes on him, feeling suspicious of what he was going to say next.

"And apples." Build continued. "Get up, let's eat."

Build ran out of the room without looking back at Wichapas. He sighed before dropping his body into the bed, smiling widely. This is the life he wants.

–

Because of the never ending schedules, Wichapas got sick. Build realized Wichapas was in a high fever when he woke up one morning, sweaty. He opened his eyes and saw Wichapas and he was tangled. But the atmosphere is hot and Wichapas is frowning in his sleep. Build lifted his palm and pressed it to his forehead. Hot.

He immediately got up causing Wichapas to stir but then continued to sleep. Build went down to ask for some help and the whole mansion got alerted. The kids are still asleep, it's Saturday anyways. Build went back to the room with a glass bowl and a towel. He asked the housemaids to make some soup for him.

Wichapas didn’t even wake up even though Build is wiping him with a wet towel. That made Build’s anxiety grow more. He told Prem to cancel all the schedules for today because Wichapas still work on the weekends. The kids wanted to enter the room but Build forbid. He’s being cautious if ever Wichapas’ sickness is contagious.

“Love, it’s almost lunch time. Please wake up now. I’m hungry.” Build pouts while shaking Wichapas’ arm.

Build didn’t bother to eat since morning. He never left Wichapas. Than came before lunch. He checked Wichapas’ temperature and vitals.

“He’s exhausted. He needs extreme rest.” Fixing the IV drip connected to Wichapas’ hand.

“Why is he not waking up?” Build sat on the other side of the bed.

“His alpha is so tired. Let him rest a bit more. He’ll wake up soon. Have you eaten?”

Build shook his head while fixing Wichapas’ blanket.

“You’re crazy. You should eat on time. Let’s go.” Than tried to coax him.

“What if he wakes up and I’m not here?” Build looked at his brother with puppy eyes.

“But you have to eat. It’s not good for you to skip meals. Let’s go.”

Build ate a few spoonfuls of his lunch and immediately went back to the room. Still, Wichapas is not awake. At night, the kids wanted to sleep in the master’s bedroom to wait for Wichapas to wake up but Build promised to just wake them up if their brother regained consciousness in the middle of the night. Than stayed in one of the guest rooms for the night to monitor Wichapas’ condition.

It was already morning and Build woke up seeing Than injecting something to the IV drip.

“Good morning, Phi.” He sat up.

“Good morning. His fever already subsided but I still gave him a regular dose of his medicine. He’ll wake up soon.” Than smiled at Build, who was a little disoriented. “ Are you okay? You’re a little pale.”

“Yes. Just a headache and a stomach ache. I’ll take a warm bath.”

It’s not a little. Build feels dizzy and his stomach is pinching. Something is going on in his body. He removed the blanket on his body before standing up.

“Build!” Than shouted, looking at the bed.

Build looked back at him and looked down to where his brother was looking. Blood. There’s blood to where he just slept.

“Are you okay? What are you feeling?” Than rounded the bed and held his arms.

Build tilted his body to see the back of his shorts. More blood.

“Phi.” he whispered.

“We’ll go to the hospital. Come on.” Than covered him with a robe and guided him outside the room.

Build felt like jelly. He doesn’t have enough energy to process what is happening.

The baby is in danger.

Than called for help from the stairs. Prem and Dao came running.

“We have to bring him to the hospital. Faster! Dao, please look after Wichapas.” Than said while going down. “Build, you have to stay with me. Don’t lose consciousness, okay?”

“P-Phi. My baby.” Build cried.

“It’s fine. We’ll go to the hospital now.”

Prem drove the car and they made it to the hospital. They were in an emergency and they started attending Build. Than is nervous, of course, but he lets the doctors do their job without him interfering. He called his father, informing him about what happened.

–

Tin and Ta were crying inside Wichapas’ room. Their brother is unconscious and P’Build is in the hospital. Dao covered the blood on the bed since she can’t change the covers because Wichapas is still lying on it.

“Stop crying, Tin. We’re big boys now.” Ta wiped his tears with his arms.

Tin sobbed, trying to stop his tears.

“Everything will be fine, young masters.” Dao caressed their heads.

They heard a groan. They all looked at Wichapas who was now trying to sit up.

“Sir.” Dao assisted his master.

“Hia, are you awake now?” Ta asked his brother.

Wichapas looked at them with worried eyes, noticing the tears in their eyes. “Yes. I’m good now. Was I asleep for too long?”

Ta nods. “Since yesterday.”

“Hia, P’Build…” Tin didn’t finish his sentence and started crying again.

Wichapas got alerted. “What happened? Where is he?”

“Sir, Khun Jakapan was brought to the hospital earlier.” Dao said.

Wichapas immediately removed the blanket. His world stopped when he saw blood on the mattress. He pulled out the IV drip and immediately stood up. He heard the kids cry louder.

“I’ll go and check on P’Build. Stop crying, okay?” He said and dropped kisses on their heads.

“Sir, please don’t drive. You’re not really well yet. I’ll call the driver.” Dao said before going out of the room. Wichapas went to the closet to change. The eyed him, still crying.

Wichapas came to the hospital. He was guided to the emergency room where Than, his father and Prem were seated in the waiting area.

“Are you okay now?” Than asked worriedly.

“Where is he?” Wichapas tried to roam his eyes around, neglecting the question.

“He’s still getting checked.”

They waited for a few more minutes before the door opened and Dr. Cherry went out. She bowed to Wichapas before speaking.

“Khun Jakapan is fine but he needs to stay here. We need to run some tests to know what really happened.”

–

Build was admitted to a suite room in the hospital, different to the private room he was admitted to before. Of course, courtesy of having a Lord as a partner. Wichapas is standing beside him while Than and his father are on the other side of the bed.

“Are you well now?” Build asked. He is pale and weak. Wichapas’ heart clenched.

“I’m fine. How about you? Are you in pain?” Wichapas caressed his hand.

“A little. My stomach hurts a little. How’s the baby?” Build looked at Wichapas then to his brother.

“You are scheduled for an ultrasound again tomorrow. But Dr. Cherry said the baby is fine.” Than explained.

They heard a knock and Prem went in, holding paper bags.

“Good evening. I brought some clothes for Khun Jakapan and for you as well. I also have dinner for everyone.” Prem placed down the paper bags. Prem looked at Build worriedly and the man smiled at him, silently saying he’s fine. “Sir, if you don’t have anything for me to do, I will go back to the mansion again.”

“You can go home now so you can rest more.” Build told Wichapas.

“No. I’m not leaving you here.” Wichapas said before kissing his forehead. He nods at Prem. “Thank you, Prem. Look after the kids for us.”

Prem bowed and left. He knows that if Wichapas can’t go home, he needs to be at the mansion to take guard of the young masters.

–

Morning came and Build was transferred to the ultrasound room. They are all looking at the monitor while the doctor keeps rolling the transducer on his belly and pressing some buttons on the control while Build is lying down. After a few moments, she looked at them.

“You are almost eleven weeks pregnant now. The first and last trimester are the hardest and you’re almost done with the first.” Dr. Cherry smiled at Build.

Build smiled back and looked at Wichapas who’s holding his hand.

“You see, having twins in the family is genetic. And as Lord Wichapas has brothers who are twins, it runs in their blood.” The doctor continued.

“So, we’re having twins?” Build perked up.

Wichapas inhaled, glad and nervous at the same time.

“Almost.” Dr. Cherry’s smile faded.

Build felt like something fell on his chest. His heart was beating so fast and he felt Wichapas’ hand tighten on his hold. Than and his father looked at each other.

“After reading the result of the tests and seeing the ultrasound now, I’m sorry to say but one of the twins didn’t make it.”

The room fell quiet. No one wanted to speak. The shock in their faces is evident.

“We call it vanishing twin syndrome where one of the twins couldn’t make it. The aches you felt before are indications that the other one is weak. And the baby lost the battle yesterday.”

Build stopped breathing. He felt his whole body trembling and he was about to pass out.

“So, he had a miscarriage?” His father asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

Wichapas cleared his throat, trying to keep strong and conscious. Build needs him right now.

“We lost only one. How about the other one?” He asked.

“Luckily, the other one is healthy and continues growing. I think your body right now is not capable of handling two babies in your womb as you are a miracle omega.” Dr. Cherry pointed to the monitor where a small figure can be seen.

Wichapas nods before looking at Build. Build is staring at nothing so Wichapas needs to get him back to reality.

“Love, I know it hurts but you have to be strong for the other baby. Okay?” He said before kissing the back of his hand. “You’re still with me, right?”

Build blinked, coming back to present. He inhaled before looking at the monitor. There is a tiny figure which he knows is his baby. He can’t cry but he can’t smile as well.

Wichapas is afraid. Seeing Build’s reaction, he knows there are a lot of things running on his partner’s mind right now. But Build won’t speak about it, he knows him too well. It will take time before Build can accept the news. All the exhaustion bursted out of Wichapas. His mind is telling him negativities but he can’t afford to lose Build. The way he stared in the air, not talking, feared Wichapas a lot.

“We can do this, love. Stay with me.” Wichapas cried.

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This is the very first time Build saw Wichapas break down. He cried his heart out, disregarding the other people in the room. Build suddenly felt worse. Wichapas is the strongest among them but seeing him weeping in his arms right now felt different. The way Wichapas dropped his body on top of him and started sobbing melts his heart. Wichapas is tired and afraid.

Build’s eyes started to tear up. He lifted his hand and caressed Wichapas head.

“Look at me.”

Wichapas looked up at him, face stained with tears. Build wiped them.

“We will be good parents to the kid. We will be strong for him, right?” Build asked with a small smile.

Wichapas closed his eyes before nodding. He felt relieved that Build is still aware of what is happening. “Yes. Of course.”

“I love you, Daddy love.” Build pulled his nape and kissed him.

“I love you so much, Papa love.” Wichapas rested his forehead on his.

They remained in that position until they heard someone clear their throat. Wichapas immediately sat up, remembering the other people in the room.

“If no other complications appear, you can go home tomorrow. I will also give you a copy of this image.” Dr. Cherry smiled at them.

“Thank you.” Build answered.

–

The kids were now allowed to visit Build. They are currently lying down on the hospital bed, Build in the middle, holding the sonogram.

“That’s baby love?” Ta looked at the picture trying to figure out what it was.

“Yes.” Build answered.

“It looks like a milky way.” Tin commented.

Build laughed. They heard knocks and Than entered.

“Aunt Praya cooked a lot for you. Good thing the kids are here too.” He said while arranging the food from the paper bag he brought.

The kids jumped out of the bed and ran to Than to check the food. Wichapas went near Build.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

Build smiled. “You just asked me that ten minutes ago.”

“Just making sure you are fine.” Wichapas kissed his head.

“What did I tell you before eating?” They heard Than asked the kids, still arranging the food.

“Wash your hands with clean water and hand soap.” Tin answered.

“Very good. Go and wash your hands. We’ll eat lunch now.”

The kids ran to the toilet but Ta went back to the room. “Hia, the sink is too high.”

Wichapas stood up and followed them in the toilet to help. Than arranged the food on the bed table.

“Where’s Dad?” Build asked.

“At home, sulking.” Than answered.

Build frowned. “Why?”

“Wichapas didn’t let him pay the hospital bill. Dad said he is the father so he should cover the expenses but Wichapas insisted.” Than placed some more containers on the table.

Build laughed.

“I can feel some competition from them, honestly. But it’s more like Dad is not yet ready to let you go and have your own family.” Than looked at Build.

“Was it too fast?” Build held his belly, caressing it affectionately.

“It is. But I am thankful. You have other people to take care of you when we are gone.”

“Phi! Why did you say that?” Build glared at his brother.

“That’s reality, Build. We never know.”

Build wanted to scold his brother but Wichapas and the kids went out of the toilet.

“I told you to move carefully.” Wichapas said before going to the kids’ bag and fetching a shirt.

“What happened?” Build asked worriedly.

Tin climbed up again to the hospital bed and positioned himself on the other side of the bed table. Build handed him a spoon.

“Ta got his shirt wet.” Tin answered, eyeing the food thinking what he should eat first.

“Tin, get off there. Let Phi eat comfortably.” Wichapas said while changing Ta’s shirt.

“It’s fine. I missed eating with my little gremlins.” Build poked Tin’s nose. Tin giggled, mouth full of food.

Ta ran up to them and sat beside Tin. Build started to eat as well. Wichapas went near Than to get a spoon.

“Won’t you eat, Phi?” He asked.

“Look at him. He is so fond of kids.” Than answered while looking at Build, neglecting his question.

Wichapas looked at the three people in the bed, busy munching their food. “Sometimes it feels like the kids love him more than me.”

Than touched his shoulder. Wichapas looked back at him. “Take care of my brother until the end.”

Wichapas frowned, confused with what he was talking about.

–

Build was able to go home the next day with the doctor’s multiple precautions like no stress, no heavy work and eating healthy. He chose to be at the mansion rather than going back to their household after making a promise to his father and brother to follow the doctor’s instructions.

Days passed by real quick. Wichapas just got home from a meeting in the Central. It’s almost ten in the evening and Build waited for him. He waited for this the whole day, to go home and cuddle with Build. He’s resting his back on the headboard while Build is hugging him.

“How’s your day?” Build inquired.

“Tiring. Council meetings are always boring.” Wichapas said, playing with Build’s hair.

“Don’t push yourself too much. I don’t want you to pass out again.” Build pouts, though Wichapas can’t see it. “Why are you even pushing yourself too much to work?”

Wichapas exhaled. “Your father told me before that your mom wants you to have a good life. I want to give it to you. I want to prove to your parents that I can provide for you. That I can make their dreams come true.”

Build looked up at him, confused. “Don’t you have a good life already? You can provide for me and the baby.”

“I thought a good life means giving you all the luxury. But after what happened these past few days, I realized that being complete and right here with you is the good life we both need. So, I canceled my application for the throne.”

Build sat up, eyes wide and shocked. “What? Why? It’s your dream. It’s your father’s dream.”

“Because you are more important. You need me right now.” Wichapas smiled at him, a tired smile.

Build looked him in the eyes. He can’t believe it. Wichapas gave up his family’s dream for him. Was Build a handful? Is he a burden to Wichapas and his dreams?

Wichapas suddenly grabbed his face with both hands. “What are you thinking?”

“Why did you do that?” Build looked down, removing Wichapas’ hands on his cheeks.

“I want to be with you all throughout the pregnancy and even after you give birth. Honestly, I felt guilty. Maybe if I had taken care of you better, we wouldn't have lost the other baby.” Wichapas held Build’s hand.

“No. You’re a great father. The babies and I know that. Maybe we are not yet meant to have another twin. Those gremlins are enough for now.” Build smiled at him. He settled himself again in hugging Wichapas.

“I’m so glad you reacted like this. When we were in the hospital, I thought you’d react to it differently. I was afraid.”

“I was about to lose it back then. But when I heard you cry and felt your trembling body, I realized this is not just my battle. I have you now. I’m okay as long as I’m with you. You’ll never leave me right?”

Wichapas’ heart swelled. He never even once thought of leaving him. Even if Build wanted to break up with him again, he’ll never leave. And there’s one thing to prove it.

“Marry me.” Wichapas said.

Build froze. He’s waiting for any other words from Wichapas but the man was quiet. He moved to sit up again and look for any hint of a joke on his face. But Wichapas is serious. He’s even looking at Build in the eyes. Build lifted his hand upside down.

“Where’s the ring?” He asked, squinting his eyes to Wichapas.

Wichapas cracked up. “I know I came unprepared. I will buy you one tomorrow.” He caressed Build’s hand before kissing it.

Build didn’t know what to feel. He was just trying to prove if Wichapas is serious by asking for a ring. He started sobbing.

“Hey. Don’t cry. I will buy you a beautiful ring first thing in the morning tomorrow. I promise.” Wichapas started to worry. It’s either Build will sulk or Build will nag him because he didn’t have a ring.

Suddenly, Build dived at him aggressively causing him to bump his head in the headboard. He groaned because of the impact but he didn’t mind it. Build is kissing him, deep and passionate. He is cupping Build’s face then he pulls away.

“I will marry you even without an engagement ring. Or even if we don't get married at all, let’s just stay together forever.” Build rested his forehead to Wichapas.

“You deserve all the beautiful things in this world. I am willing to give you everything, even my surname.” Wichapas kissed him again.

“Build Jakapan Sumettikul. That’s beautiful.”

They kissed each other more, making out in the middle of the night. What could be the best feeling other than sitting with the one you love and opening up all the worries in your heart?

–

“It’s been a long time since I met you, Khun Fah. Your family said you are out of the country for a vacation.” Ram told the woman in front of her.

“I just had a little break from everything.” Fah sipped his tea.

They are currently in a Japanese restaurant, inside a private room.

“So, what is the business proposal you were talking about?” Ram asked directly. He is an impatient boy as seen. He doesn’t talk about any indirect path. The faster his plans happen, the better.

“An offer that would make you really hard to reject.” Fah placed down the teacup before smiling like an evil. “I know who killed your brother, the late Lord Sonchai.”

Ram looked at the woman intently. He’s been looking for any leads for his brother’s death but he found nothing. The deputy even resigned right after his brother’s death and vanished into thin air.

“What’s the deal?” Ram crossed his arms.

“Help me ruin Lord Wichapas and Jakapan then I will tell you who killed your brother.”

“I can fish out the information from you even without helping you with that. I don’t want to bother Lord Wichapas about anything.” Ram knows better than to mess with a Lord. His brother is a Lord, yes. But Ram is only an elite.

“A coward, I see.” Fah grinned.

Ram balled his fist above his thighs. His ego was hit.

“I won’t gain anything from ruining their relationship.” He stated.

“And if I say Lord Wichapas covered up the story of your brother’s death?” Fah looked at him, cunning.

“Pardon?” He frowned.

“Lord Wichapas covered up the fact that Build’s father killed your brother inside the prison.”

Ram stopped, stunned with the news. “An alliance?”

Fah suddenly laughed. “Stop pretending you really cared about the death of your brother. It’s just the two of us here, no need to fake care.”

“What are you implying, Khun?” Ram is so confused.

Fah is a very cunning woman. It’s really hard to predict her thoughts. She’s a very dangerous woman.

“I will help you get all your brother’s assets into your name so, you can be a Lord. That’s what you want, right?” Fah leaned on the table, a devilish smirk.

Ram is getting blinded. The offer is too generous to reject. “Why are you so eager to ruin them?”

“Because I don’t accept defeat.” She laughed once again, devilish and irritating. “So, is it a deal?” She laid her hand out for a handshake.

Ram looked at the hand and back to her face. Now, she’s smiling sweetly like she is an angel. It crept him out but ambition wins. Ram wants power into this society. He accepted the hand and sealed the deal with a handshake.

Power blinds people.

–

Build made a habit of calling his father twice a day, every morning and in the evening. Whenever he calls at night and knows that his father is not yet home, he scolds him until his father gives up. He has a baby bump now. Dr. Cherry is right, the first trimester hardship is done but the physical strain in taking over his body. Build can’t walk or even stand for too long, he'll be short of breath. He can’t go up and down the stairs several times. His body started to change, gaining weight. For Wichapas, this is better than seeing Build throwing up in the morning or not eating anything.

Wichapas’ schedule is more tolerable. He only thinks of business and his family. It is much easier to balance his time and attention, especially when Build needs him. He goes home before dinner and spends the rest of the night with them. He sends the kids to school in the morning before going to work and either Dao, Prem or him will pick them up.

Build's belly is getting bigger day by day and it makes a little hindrance from his day to day movements. Like right now, he’s arranging his and Wichapas’ clothes in the walk-in closet but it’s really hard to crouch down and get the clothes in the laundry basket. He insists on taking over the chores in their room, saying it will be his exercise but Wichapas forbid him to clean the bathroom. The man is afraid he might get into an accident by slipping onto the wet floor which earned an eye-roll from Build.

While arranging the clothes, he dialed Wichapas’ number and placed the device on a nearby table.

(Hey, love. Is there something wrong?)

“No, I’m good. When are you going home?” Build started sorting the clothes in the hangers.

(Not sure yet. Do you want anything? I’ll buy you something on the way back.)

“I was thinking of sleeping over to the household. Are you busy?”

(Just visiting some warehouses. Alright, let’s have a sleepover tonight.)

“Really?” Build perked up. "I’ll tell the kids when they get home. They will like it.”

He heard a chuckle from Wichapas.

(I need to hang up, love. I need to finish this so I can go home early. I love you.)

“Alright. Take care. I love you too.”

Build smiled widely after he heard the beep indicating that the call had ended.

The Puttha household settled for a barbecue night in the backyard. The twins are happily running around while the adults are busy preparing and cooking. Aunt Praya started to bring the other dishes she cooked inside the house with the help of the housemaids. Build ate as much as he could. The smell of the barbecue hunted him. No matter how many pieces he ate, he still couldn't get enough.

“Build, don’t eat too much. You might regret it later.” Chat said. Yes, he’s here. When they came earlier, Chat was already at the household. The housemaids said Dr. Chat is usually in their home with his brother. That earns a teasing glare and a smirk from Build.

Build pouts. Wichapas offered him the salad but Build refused. The kids ate a lot as well. They really love Aunt Praya’s cooking. From time to time, Mr. Puttha helps the kids with food. Build and Than adored their father.

He'll be a good grandfather, Build thought.

After eating, they sat to continue their chitchats. It’s still too early for bed, they said. The kids are playing in the open field while the adults are talking. Mr. Puttha stands in the lanai. He went inside to get some tea. He saw how beautiful the scenery was. Wichapas is massaging Build’s back while talking to Than and Chat. He can clearly hear Build teasing his older brothers.

He want to be like this forever.

–

Build is roaming around the house with a big belly. He walks funny now that he is eight months pregnant. Most of the time, he is anxious about giving birth but Wichapas is always there. Wichapas always feel his anxiety and his fears.

He is now going to the kitchen, he wants some ice cream. The housemaids giggles as he passes by. Build frowned. They must be laughing at how he walks. This big belly makes his back a little arc. He walks slower and like a comic character. He got into the kitchen and heard the kitchen staff laughing as well. Build is getting pissed but the woman looks behind him.

Following the gaze, Build saw Tin and Ta imitating the way he walked. He turned around and the twins were shocked. Build placed his hands on his waist, looking at them with squinting eyes.

“Phi, is baby love heavy?” Tin touched his belly and kissed it.

That’s it. These kids know how to make his heart melt. “No. But it’s hard to move.”

“And you walk like this.” Ta repeated the way he walked earlier that made Tin laugh.

Build thought of something to get back with the kids so he faced the kitchen staff. “Do we have ice cream?” the staff nods.

“Ice cream!” the kids scream.

“No ice cream for the two of you because you are bullying me.” Build crossed his arms.

“I love you, Phi love.” Tin hugged his left thigh.

“We love you, Phi.” Ta hugged the other one.

–

Wichapas massages Build’s feet before they sleep. Who would’ve known that the respected Lord would kneel to an elite and give him a foot massage? Well, it's Build after all.

Build can still recall how Wichapas smiled widely when Dr. Cherry told them the baby is a boy. Wichapas already thought of the things they would do when the baby grew up. He said Tin and Ta will be glad to have a new playmate.

“Feel good?” He asked, looking up.

“Yes. Thank you, love.” Build smiled at him.

“Other one.” Wichapas slowly lifted the other foot. “Did the baby give you a hard time today?”

Build shook his head. “He moves a lot but it’s fine. At least we know he’s healthy.”

Wichapas stood up and sat beside him in the bed. He touched Build’s belly before kissing it. “Baby love is a good kid.”

Build froze. “He moved.” He guided Wichapas’ hand to where he felt the baby moved. “Speak.”

“What?” Wichapas is confused. But he felt a little movement on his palm. His eyes widened and looked at Build.

“I think he can hear you. He likes your voice.” Build felt so happy.

Wichapas kissed him and smiled. “I love you both so much.”

Build kissed him back. “We love you too.”

“I want to give you something.” Wichapas ran to the bedside table and opened the drawer. He went back and handed Build the black velvet box. Build looked at him, confused.

“Open it.” Wichapas motioned, sitting back to the bed.

Build opened the small box and saw a ring. A ring shaped into an infinity sign covered with diamonds.

“It took me a while to give you this because I got this customized abroad.”

Build started to cry. “Why?”

Wichapas chuckled. He wiped Build’s tears. “What do you mean why? I asked you for marriage, right? It’s an engagement ring.” He kissed Build’s forehead.

“This is late. You asked me weeks ago.” Build pouted, tears still flowing on his cheeks.

“So, you changed your mind?” Wichapas teased. He knew Build didn't change his mind, he just wanted to make him laugh. But he received a punch on the chest and a glare. “So, what should I do with that?”

Build handed him the box and rolled his eyes. “Ask me again.”

Wichapas mouthed “aaaah” after realizing what he wanted. “I’m sorry. My bad.” He stood in front of Build. “Are you ready?”

“Love! Nobody asks that before a proposal!” Build frowned. “I wish you researched first before doing this.”

Wichapas suppressed a laugh. He doesn’t want to piss Build more. He kneeled in front of him and opened the box. “You have no idea how grateful I am for having you in my life. You’re a gift and a miracle to my life. You love me and my brothers like your own family. I am sure that you are the only one for me. I am willing to give up everything to keep you safe, healthy and happy. I will love you forever. Will you marry me?”

Build bawled out. He cried really hard that his body shook. His emotions are overwhelming.

“Hey, are you okay?” Wichapas got worried so he stood up and tried to hug him but Build stopped him.

“I haven’t answered yet. Kneel again.” Build said in the middle of the sobs.

Wichapas knotted his eyebrows, a little lost of what was happening. He slowly kneeled again, eyes never leaving Build. He offered the box again.

“Y-yes.” Build said before hugging him tight.

Wichapas sighed in relief. “You scared me.” He ran his hand up and down Build’s back.

“That’s what you get for proposing to someone who is pregnant."

They both laughed. Wichapas was able to coax Build to sleep. The man was so amazed with the ring that he kept looking at it. Wichapas’ ego is overjoyed. He likes the fact that Build loves the ring.

But Build woke up. It was dark and he couldn't see anything. He frowned. Don’t they have electricity? He looked around. He forces himself to get up and suddenly he is inside his room at his household. Why is he here? He moved out of the bed and touched his belly. He’s not pregnant anymore?

He went out of the room and found the house empty. It was daylight but where are the housemaids? Weird. He tried calling his brother and father but he couldn't hear himself. He's shouting but there’s no voice coming out. He went to the living room but he halted. He can’t move. He roamed his eyes around but his body didn’t do the same. His heartbeat went faster.

Why? What’s going on?

Suddenly, he saw the surroundings darken. It felt like he was eaten by darkness. He can’t breathe. It felt like he was being choked. He tried gasping for air. The last thing he could do is to close his eyes and gasp for another breath.

Build jolted on the bed. He wasn’t able to sit up because of his belly but Wichapas was awakened by his movement. The man looked at him, still hugging Build from the side. Wichapas saw beads of sweat on his forehead. He sat up and helped Build as well.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Wichapas asked worriedly.

Build shook his head. “I don’t know what that is. I think it’s a nightmare.”

“I’ll get you some water.” Wichapas was about to jump out of the bed but Build held his hand.

“No. Don’t leave me. I don’t need water. Just stay.”

Wichapas hugged him. “Do you not feel well? Should we go to the hospital?”

Build shook his head before burying his face on Wichapas’ shoulder.

“Love,” Build looked at him, untangling from the hug. “Let’s visit Dad tomorrow.”

There’s a huge part of Build that wanted to hug his father right now but he’s too far. And there is fear inside him that he doesn’t know where is coming from.

“Sure. We will drop the kids off at school then we will visit them, okay?” Wichapas wiped Build’s face with his palms. He’s sweating a lot.

Build nods at him. “What time is it?” He hugged Wichapas again.

“Almost midnight.” Wichapas hugged him back. “Let’s lie down again.”

–

“Everything is set?” Fah asked.

“We’re ready.” Ram smiled at her.

Chapter Text

Mr. Puttha came home early today. So he decided to spend the rest of the time before dinner in his home office, burying himself with work. This is how his life works after the death of his wife. He misses her most of the time and always thinks of her. Even after more than a decade of losing her, he still remembers how she smiled every time she saw him. Her wife always welcomes him with a warm hug every time he goes home from work. She always cooks breakfast for him with Aunt Praya. She always arranged their closet and chose to do the laundry. She always says that she is used to household chores as she never grew up with housemaids. She’s a commoner. And a commoner has to do all the labor to live, like her who’s an orphan as well. Even after marrying him and belonging to the elites, she didn’t change. When Than and Build came to their life, she taught them how to live simple and content. Though they have the money, she told the kids to just spend what is necessary. And most importantly, she taught them how to be happy. The simplest things make her happy, like spending time together and playing around the garden. She is the simplest woman he had ever met.

Her loss brought darkness to the family, especially to him. He became a different father to his children and that is what he regretted the most. He should have spent the days with them. They should’ve grieved together, as a family. But he grieved on his own and let his children grieve on their own too. He’s glad the kids were like their mother, they never held a grudge against him. They are the most precious people in his life until the end.

Mr. Puttha was about to open the drawer of his desk to fish out a stick of cigarette when his phone rang. He smiled when he saw who’s calling. It’s Build. His son had created a habit of calling him every morning and every evening ever since he moved in with Wichapas. No, he didn’t call him Lord when it’s private. It’s better than having hierarchical awkwardness within the family.

“I’m home now. No need to nag me.” he said as soon as he answered the call. No matter how much nagging he received from Build for not going home early, he can’t help but get fond of it. His wife always does that as well way back when she’s still alive.

(𝑂𝑘𝑎𝑦, 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔?)

He almost laughed with the tone of his voice. “You’re so clingy. Do you want to go home now?” he teased. He heard a few seconds of silence on the other line. Some part of him wants Build to say yes. He wants him back at their home.

(𝑁𝑜. 𝑆𝑜, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝐷𝑎𝑑?)

He sighed. Though he’s disappointed that Build doesn’t want to go home, he’s happy that his son is happy. “I’m in my office.”

(𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛?)

Mr. Puttha looked at his hand where a pack of cigarettes was resting. He quickly placed the pack of cigarettes back into the drawer and pushed it close like he was caught eye to eye by Build. “No.”

(𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑒𝑟. 𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛! 𝐼 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. 𝐼𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢.)

Mr. Puttha scratched his nape. He can imagine the frown on Build’s face. “Okay, okay. I got it. How are you?” He tried to divert the topic.

He heard a sigh on the other line.

(𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝐼 𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑟.)

He laughed. “It’s good. That means he’s healthy.”

(𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦? 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑃ℎ𝑖?)

“We haven’t eaten yet…” But before he could finish, he heard a knock and the door of his office opened. Than peeked in.

“Dad, dinner is ready.”

“You’re brother is here. We’ll eat dinner now.” He told Build.

(𝐴𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑃’𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑜.)

“You talk like we're too far from you.”

He heard a laugh. Build and his silliness.

“I need to go now. Eat your dinner too.”

(𝐴𝑙𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐵𝑦𝑒, 𝐷𝑎𝑑.)

He turned off the call before standing up and following Than downstairs.

“Your brother is asking for a visit.” he said as they stepped down the stairs.

Than chuckled. “He moved out of the house and then always asked us to visit him..”

“I know. He’s confusing.”

They ate dinner together with Chat. The doctor said he just got out of his hospital shift. Having Chat in the house has become a common occurrence already. The people inside the house are used to having him around at any time of the day, just like how they are with Wichapas. Most of them already know Chat as a friend of Than but now they are thinking it is more than that.

After dinner, Mr. Puttha retreated to his office and started his paperwork again. He wasn’t able to track time. It was almost midnight when he stood up and stretched his body. He wanted to go to his room to rest. As he was walking to his room, he heard a loud thud downstairs. The lights are already off and the housemaids are probably sleeping right now. He went near the stairs and was ready to go down when a figure appeared at the end of the hall.

A man dressed in all black and a mask with a gun pointed at him. He was alerted. He tried looking around, trying to find someone.

“No one would help you. We already killed them all.” The man said.

Than. Than is home tonight and might be in danger too. He got alerted. Mr. Puttha felt more fear of Than getting hurt that the gun pointed in him right now.

“Your son? The older one? He tried to escape but I managed.” The man stepped towards him.

Mr. Puttha stepped back. His heart was beating harder.

“All done here. He has only a few housemaids. Pretty easy.” One man shouted from downstairs.

They both looked at the man downstairs until he was joined by three more people.

“Get everything that would give us money.” The man answered.

They are here to rob? Mr. Puttha knotted his eyebrow. That’s not the sole reason why they are here, knows. He heard crashing and thuds. The men started searching the house.

“What do you want?” he asked.

The man stepped forward once again, still pointing the gun. “Money.”

“No. This is not how robbers work.” Robbers would search the whole house and run when someone caught them. But this man specifically looked for him.

The man laughed, devilish. “You’re really a smart man, Sir. You decided to kill my brother other than fight him legally because you know you’ll lose at court. Money and power.” he removed his mask.

Mr. Puttha knows him. Ram, Lord Sonchai’s only brother.

There he felt it. This is the end for him. He knows this day will come. But he is ready. He is more than ready for what is to come. If death is the only way to pay for his sin, he’ll accept. But he never regretted killing the aristocrat. The man wronged his son so he has to pay.

“He deserved to die for ruining my son’s life.” Mr. Puttha stood tall, not even a pinch of regret in his voice.

“I want it too. You know, for him to die. But he hadn't transferred everything to me yet when you killed him. So, now I am having a hard time getting all his money and assets. Good thing I found this opportunity.” Ram went closer.

“Your brother doesn't want you to give his assets because you’re not competitive enough, admit it.” The older man stepped forward. “You want his assets and his position. You want to be a Lord as fast as you can. You want power. You want money. Why is my death so relevant with your plans? I killed your brother, you’ll gain with it too.”

Ram laughed, loud and irritated. “You are so right. But I want you to die as well. You know a lot now.”

“If I open my mouth, I’ll be criticized by the people too. So your plans are safe with me.” Mr. Puttha frowned. He can’t read the way Ram thinks.

“Ahhhh. You don’t want to die. Do you want to beg? Kneel and beg to live.” Ram grinned.

“You’re crazy.”

“No. I’m sane enough to kill you tonight.” Ram unlocked the gun. “Any last wish?”

Mr. Puttha accepted his fate.This is his end. He doesn’t know where in the part of the house Than is but Build is perfectly safe at Wichapas’ home. He’s hoping that Than isn’t dead yet. Just the thought of Than lying down on the floor, lifeless, sends chills on his bones.

“Let Build out of this. He’s the real victim in the first place.” He muttered.

Ram grinned. “I’ll think about that.”

𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨!

–

As promised, Build and Wichapas went directly to the house after dropping off the kids. Build moved slowly as he got out of the car. He grabbed his round belly and exhaled after settling his two feet on the ground. Wichapas rounded the car and grabbed his waist.

“Good?” Wichapas asked him.

Build nods before looking at the entrance. They both went in, Wichapas guiding him. The house is oddly quiet. No housemaids roaming around doing their chores. They saw all the cars parked outside so his father might still be home.

“Love, I need water.” Build told Wichapas. He sudden;y felt exhausted. He doesn’t know it’s because of the travel or because he’s nervous.

They both went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and to meet Aunt Praya. The severe quietness of the house sets an uneasy feeling for Wichapas but he doesn’t want to alert his pregnant partner.

They arrived in the kitchen and they almost screamed. It was a mess. Everything was scattered on the floor, including some dead bodies. Build became pale. Looking at the familiar faces of their housemaids, lifeless. Blood was all over the floor. Build’s breath hitched.

“D-dad.” Build muttered, eyes not leaving the scene.

“Calm down, love. I’ll check on him.” Wichapas guided him away from the kitchen. Trying to stay as calm as he could. But his whole body is shivering.

What is going on? What happened last night?

“I’ll go upstairs and check on him. Stay here.” He said as he tried settling Build at the end of the staircase.

“No. I’ll go with you.” Build’s grip on his hand tightened.

Wichapas looked upstairs, seeming hesitant about letting Build to go with him. He doesn’t know what was waiting for him upstairs. But Build tugged his hand, he’s already going upstairs. Wichapas can’t utter a word. He followed Build upstairs.

Build stopped at the last step of the stairs. His eyes wide, in shock and in fear. He saw a body, laying down on a cold floor, lifeless. Build ran to him.

“Dad?!”

His father, bathing in his own blood, with a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead, eyes open but staring into nothing.

Build slumped his body to the floor beside his father a little bit harshly due to his current body weight because of pregnancy. Wichapas ran to him, trying to calm him down.

“Dad? Dad!”Build tried shaking his father, looking for a reaction. “Dad, wake up!”

Build is wailing, screaming and his whole body is shaking. He doesn’t know what to do. He kept calling his father but he got no answer. He scooped his father’s dead body from the floor and rested against this, not minding the dried blood on his body.

“Dad, what happened? Wake up!” Build cried. His heart is shattered. He can’t feel anything other than pain.

His father, his only parent left, is dead. He’s in deep pain that even he wasn’t able to describe how painful it was. He kept calling his father out loud.

Wichapas called the police. After a few minutes, there are investigators around the house. They are investigating the whole household. Wichapas stayed with Build all the time. The man refused to remove his hold from his father. He kept hugging his dead body on the floor. He stopped crying but he refused to move.

“Love, you have to let go of his body. They need it for autopsy.” Wichapas tried to talk to him but he got no reply. “Love, please.”

Then Build started crying again. He buried his face in his father’s neck, calling his name once again. It felt like a dream. A very bad dream.

“Sir,” They heard Prem’s voice but Build didn’t look up. “They had collected all the bodies but Khun Than and Aunt Praya were missing.”

Another wave of pain crashed in him. He kept crying, hugging his father’s body.

Soon after, Wichapas was able to coax Build to give the body to the police. He brought Build to his room and changed his clothes. He was also covered with blood from his father’s body. Wichapas did all the work. Build was not moving, not speaking, not even crying anymore.

“I’ll bring you home for now. I’ll take care of everything here.” Wichapas told him before sitting beside him on the bed.

Build held his round belly, eyes still darted into the air. “He’s ready to be a grandfather. He’ll be a good grandfather.”

“He’ll still be a good grandfather. Maybe not in this world but he’ll definitely be watching our child from heaven.” Wichapas held his other hand.

Build started to tear up again. “I don’t know how this could happen. Why?” He cried.

Wichapas can’t say anything. He grabbed Build’s body and pulled into him. He doesn’t know how to console Build because he was grieving as well. Though the pain was not the same as Build’s, it is painful for him too. He lost a second father.

“It’s not good for you and the baby to stay here. I need to bring you home.” He said as he ran his hand up and down Build’s back.

Build slowly pushed away from his hold. “No, I’ll stay here.”

Wichapas sighed. He doesn’t want to stress out Build more. “Alright. But you’ll stay here until it’s clean outside.”

Build nods, starting to cry once again. “How about Phi Than and Auntie? Have they seen them already?”

Wichapas crouched down in front of him, holding both of his hands. “The police are doing their best. I have my people looking for them too. We’ll find them soon.”

“What if… what if they are…” Build choked. He can’t say what is on his mind. He’s too afraid to conclude.

“We will find out.” Wichapas said, and kissed his knuckles.

The investigation continues. All the housemaids’ bodies were found as well as the driver, who was found dead in his quarters. Wichapas hired the best investigators from the Central for the case. He took over the funeral of Build’s father. Build rarely talks. He told Wichapas he wants a one night funeral for his father. He can’t take it any longer than that. Though he wanted to be with his father for a longer time, he wanted him alive. The bodies of the housemaids and driver were sent to their families, some are within the territory and some are to the countryside, with a great amount of cash from Wichapas and a document covering all the burial expenses.

On the same day, Mr. Puttha’s ashes were back home. Build hugged the urn and cried a lot again. Wichapas started to worry. Build started to get weak and tired. He refuses to eat or rest. Flowers and people who wanted to send sympathy started to come to the house. As Build was still in shock and wasn’t able to respond to anyone, Wichapas took over in receiving the guests.

The house is so bright with the white lights and almost full of flowers. Some housemaids from the mansion were summoned to assist at the funeral. But Dao and the kids were not seen.

Wichapas found Build sitting in the lanai, looking at the tree in the backyard.

“It’s cold. Why are you here?” Wichapas sat beside him and covered him with his own jacket.

“He’s with mom now.” Build said, gaze not leaving the tree.

Wichapas understands. He guided Build’s head to his shoulder to rest.

“My dad loves my mom so much. She’s an angel, that’s what Dad always said.” Build sobbed. “I can’t believe they both left me already. And we can’t find P’Than. I don’t know what to do.” Build buried himself more to his body.

“I am here. You don’t have to worry. I am here with you.” Wichapas tried consoling him as we wrapped his arms around Build.

“It was so sudden. It’s so scary.” Build buried his face on Wichapas’ neck, shaking.

“I know.” Wichapas whispered, heart shattering as felt how painful everything is for Build.

Build started to cry once again. No matter how many times Wichapas tried to tell him to stop crying because it’s bad for his health, he can’t stop. That’s the only thing he could do. In a blink of an eye, he’s an orphan. Just like his mom. He has no one to call family. His father is dead and his brother is missing where no one knows if he’s still alive. Build is hoping he’s still alive. Build cried louder. Wichapas caressed his back to sooth him. But the more Build thought of what happened, the more he was eaten by fear and sadness.

It’s painful, sad and confusing. All at the same time.

He can't imagine giving birth without his family. Build always thought of having them by his side. Everything was fine until today.

“You have to rest. Please, love.” Wichapas kissed the top of his head.

Build is tired. So tired. He nodded and Wichapas guided him upstairs. Wichapas was able to coax him to change clothes and fall into sleep. It’s almost midnight and some people are still in the house to pay respect and sympathy. But Build never answered their condolences, he only talked to Wichapas. He cuddled Build until he fell asleep. When he was sure that Build is fastly asleep, he went out of the room after dropping a sniff kiss on his forehead. He went directly to the living room where the funeral was and saw a bunch of elites talking to each other, gossiping and stating their speculations about what happened. Prem saw him and went near him, almost running.

“Sir, I need to talk to you.”

Wichapas step outside the living room until they are on the lanai. Wichapas remained standing and looking outside.

“Have you called the Dao? How are the kids?” Wichapas started the conversation.

“Yes, Sir. Dao said the kids were crying and wanted to gothere. She told me to ask for your permission so she can bring the kids here.” Prem said, opening his tablet.

Wichapas nods. “Call them tomorrow morning. Tell Dao to bring the kids for the burial tomorrow.” He heard a tone of affirmation from Prem. “What do you want to tell me?”

“The police already have the final report. The vault was damaged and all the money and jewelry are gone. Mobile phones, laptops and wallets are nowhere to be found. The surveillance cameras outside the house are all destroyed. The police said it was a planned robbery. As Aunt Praya is nowhere to be found as well, they said that she might be an accomplice.” Prem looked down after saying the last sentence. Even he doesn’t believe the police speculations.

Wichapas snapped a look at him, frowning. He believes Aunt Praya can’t do this to the family. Build and Than grew up with her and she’s been with the family for decades, how can she do something terrible like this? Wichapas shook his head. That’s not true.

“This is not robbery. This is murder.” He said, looking back at the backyard.

“I believe so too, Sir. And, it was so clean and traceless to be a robbery. This must be done by a powerful person to be this clean.” Prem looked at his master in anticipation. “What shall we do, Sir?”

“We’ll investigate on our own. I will talk to the council about this. I don’t trust the police. They can be run by money.” Wichapas knows better. The justice in his country is run by money, proven and tested. Like what he did to cover up the death of Lord Sonchai.

“Yes, Sir.” Prem nods, full of hope. “And one more thing, Lord Arphus’ car exploded while he’s going here for the funeral.”

Wichapas looked at his assistant once again.

“It was reported that Lord Arphus left his mansion to go here for the funeral but his car exploded on the way. He’s with his driver.” Prem doesn’t know what to feel. Everything is happening so fast and they can’t find any leads.

Wichapas sighed. He knows everything that was happening was connected. He just needs to know who is behind this.

“We have to work on this tonight, Prem. I want to finish everything as fast as we can. Build is just a month away from giving birth, I want this to finish before his maternity due.” he looked at Prem. “Don’t trust anyone, not even the authorities. Keep this as private as you can. We don’t know who we are against and I don’t want to compromise Build and the family.”

Prem nods before leaving. Wichapas is so confused. He doesn’t know where to start. He has the heaviest weight on his shoulders right now and he’s starting to get overwhelmed. But he should not slack off, Build is counting on him. He went back to the room to check on Build. The man is still asleep.

He strode down to the other wing of the house and entered Mr. Puttha’s home office. The office is now clean, he asked his trusted housemaids to clean up the office as it was in total mess. He started looking at the files, looking for something that could lead to what happened. He opened the computer and looked over the folders in it, he found all the data about their business. He went back to looking at the folders. He opened all the drawers until he found a sealed envelope. It was closed with a red seal stamp that had the letter ‘P’ in it. Wichapas hesitated. If the document is sealed like this, it means only a family member can open it. He has second thoughts. He decided to keep the envelope and mentally took a note to call Puttha's lawyer first thing in the morning.

Wichapas continued scanning over the files inside the office. He collected all the documents that he knows can help him. He was so busy searching when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He immediately fished out the device and he felt a sudden anger seeing the name on the screen.

𝐾ℎ𝑢𝑛 𝐹𝑎ℎ 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔…

Wichapas answered the call, heart beating so fast.

“Good evening, my Lord. Did you miss me?”

Chapter Text

Build woke up late, very unusual. Build usually wakes up the same time Wichapas would because he always feels it when his partner would slip out of the bed. But today, Build took another hour of sleep before he got up. He sat up from the bed, taking his time to wake up from daze. Maybe because they are in a foreign place that's why he overslept and was a little dizzy. They are in the place where P’Than worked before. This is Build’s dream place. He wanted to see where his brother lived for a long time.

*hachoo*

Or maybe not. He rubbed his nose. It's itchy and a little clogged. He's sick. Not a fever, luckily, but the cold made him light headed, dizzy and lost his energy early in the morning. He slipped off from the bed, went to the bathroom and was ready to go out without changing his sleepwear, he's not planning to go anywhere today. The humidifier is on but it's cold so he grabbed the throw blanket on the couch inside the room and covered himself. Build went out of the room, sniffing and rubbing his nose. He went straight down the stairs looking for Wichapas. Build found him in the living room, reading a book. He looked through the glass wall and observed. It's not raining outside but it feels so cold.

Wichapas looked up when he felt someone coming down from the stairs. He saw Build, wrapped in a blanket, nose red and hooded eyes. Something was wrong.

"Good morning." But Build answered with a sneeze, standing at the end of the stairs. Build looked at him with pout and puppy dog eyes, non-verbally telling him he's sick. Wichapas can't help but smile. He's even cuter right now. He can't explain the feeling but it's so soft.

He put the book on his lap upside down to keep the page he was reading and opened his arms, beckoning Build to come over to him. Build complied with heavy steps. He dropped his body beside Wichapas and buried his head on the man's chest. He felt warm hands wrapped around his body.

"Cold?" Wichapas rubbed circles on his back. Build nods. "I will open the fireplace and get you a cup of tea."

Build moved. He lifted his legs and brought his knees to his chest before snuggling more to Wichapas. He raised his head and buried his face on the side of the neck. "Don't move." He said, breath fanning on Wichapas’ skin.

Wichapas let out a small laugh. "My big baby is sick and clingy, I see." He raised his hand and started massaging his head lightly, he knows it will help.

Build lets out a moan of satisfaction. Wichapas picked up the book using his free hand and started reading again.

"The kids?" Build asked and then sniffed. He is really annoyed with the fact that he can't smell Wichapas because of a clogged nose even though he is this close to him.

"Phi Than brought them to the lake." Wichapas answered, still looking at the book while the other hand continued caressing his head.

Silence covered both of them. Nobody moved away and Wichapas is pretty sure Build is dozing off because he started to feel a long and steady breath. Wichapas looked at his partner. His mouth is a little open, he's breathing through his mouth. Wichapas kissed his forehead. Upon feeling the warm lips on his skin, Build groaned, acknowledging the action.

Wichapas lips never left his forehead while saying. "You need to eat something warm, I think."

"Later. Just stay here." He answered in a whisper, eyes still closed.

Wichapas kissed his forehead again and went back to reading. Build dozed off completely.

After several minutes of silence, the house was interrupted with the sound of laughter. Phi Than and the kids entered the front door. Wichapas tightened his hold to Build to make sure he didn't wake up due to the noise, and good thing he didn't.

The kids run up to them. Their smiles faded when they saw Build covered in a throw blanket, snuggled on their brother's side, asleep.

"What's wrong?" Tin asked with worry.

"He's not feeling well. The weather got him." Wichapas displayed an assuring smile for the kids.

Ta went near them and put a palm on Build's cheek, trying to find out if he has a fever. The man stirred a little because the palm was cold, Ta forgot they came from the outside. The kid immediately removed his palm, eyes wide, then looked at his brother.

Wichapas smiled. "He's fine. Don't worry. He just needs a little rest."

"I'll make soup for us." Phi Than said, observing them with a warm smile. Wichapas nodded.

"I'll help." Tin said. Phi Than held the kid's hand and they went to the kitchen.

Ta ran upstairs and a few minutes later, he got back with his coloring books and coloring materials. The kid settled on the coffee table in front of them and started coloring the pages, occasionally checking his P'Build. Wichapas went back to reading.

Phi Than and Tin called them for breakfast. Wichapas contemplated if he should wake up Build or not but he has to. Build needs to eat so he can take medicine after. After all, his sleeping position is a little weird. His back might hurt if he stays like that a little longer.

He pressed a palm on his partner's cheeks and ran his thumb. "Love, you need to eat so you can drink medicine." He kissed his forehead. "Love, wake up." Wichapas said again after gaining no reaction from him. This time, Build stirred and opened his eyes, looking at him over hooded eyes. "Let's eat. Phi Than cooked some soup. It will help. Come on."

Build moved and stretched a little. He felt a little better after the nap and the warmth Wichapas gave him.

"Phi?" Ta was already standing in front of him, looking worried.

Build smiled and cupped the kids cheeks. "I'm okay. Feeling better than earlier." But his nose is still clogged.

Ta smiled. "That's good. Come on. Let's eat." The kid ran to the kitchen when he removed his hand from his face.

Build looked at his partner. He dropped his body heavily. Wichapas let out a loud groan due to the impact and then laughed. He's not hurt but his body is a little shocked by the action.

"Best nap ever." Build said, nose still clogged.

Wichapas wrapped his arms around Build's once again. "Clingy baby."

Build lifted his head and dropped a kiss to his lips. "I love you."

Wichapas did the same. He dropped a kiss to his lips as well. "I love you too." And kissed him again.

Build squirmed and giggled. "Let's get sick together." And he kissed his partner again.

Wichapas laughed. "Better not. It'll be hard to take care of you if I'm sick as well." And he kissed his forehead.

"It's called a couple goal." Build joked.

"Being sick together? No, I don't think so."

"Are we going to eat or not?" They heard Tin's voice coming from behind. They both looked in the direction and saw the kid, eyebrows creased and hand on his hips.

"We're coming, grumpy prince." Wichapas teased his brother.

"Phi Than made cheese bread. I'll eat it all until nothing is left for you, P'Build." And Tin ran away, laughing.

Build perked up. "Let's go. I smell cream soup too." Build tugged him up and pulled him to the kitchen, dropping the blanket on the sofa.

Wichapas can't help but follow them, shaking his head while smiling. Build and Tin's love for food. That's why they get along so well.

–

Build opened his eyes. It’s still dark and he bet it was still dawn. He only slept for a few hours but his dream was the best. That’s the life he wants for them. The best life he wanted to have was with Wichapas, with the twins, with his brother. But his father was not there. Build stared into the air, the scenarios of yesterday flashing to his memories once again.

His father is gone.

He can do nothing but cry again. That’s the only thing he can do. He buried his face into the pillow. He wants to scream. He wants to break something. He wants to punch something.

It hurts. It fucking hurts.

–

“Build? Baby, wake up.”

Build flinched. That voice, it’s familiar. It’s too familiar. He really missed that voice.

“Mom? Mom, where are you?”

He can’t see anything. It’s all black.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here with you. I never left.”

Build felt warmth around his body. Seems like his mom is hugging him but he can’t see her. “I miss you so much, Mom.” he cried.

“I miss you too, baby. You’re a grown up now.”

“M-mom, D-dad… D-dad is…” Build can’t finish his words. It’s too painful.

“I know, my child. You don’t need to worry. He’s with me now.”

Build perked up, looking at the dark surrounding once again. “Where is he? Dad?”

“No, my baby. You can’t talk to him right now.”

He felt a punch on his chest. He wants to talk to his Dad. He wants to know what really happened.

“I am here to give you a hug. I know you're hurt right now but you are my strong baby. You and P’Than are my strongest babies.”

“P’Than, do you know where he is? Is he still alive? I want to see him, Mom.”

“Calm down, son. There are a lot of things that will happen in the future. I want you to stay strong, for you and for your baby.”

Build held his round belly. His baby.

“Things will hurt more. But you have to be strong. Always remember that Dad and I love you so much. I love you, my baby.”

Then he felt cold. Like the warm hug left his body.

“Mom? Mom, don’t leave yet.” But it was gone. The warm feeling is gone.

–

Build woke up with a gasp. It’s not a nightmare but he felt exhausted. Build felt like vomiting. His head is aching and his stomach is churning. He did his best to stand up and step to the bathroom. The moment he saw the toilet, he sat on the floor and threw up. He protected his belly from hitting on the toilet bowl. He continued vomiting water until he heard knocks from the door and it opened.

“Khun?” He heard a female voice.

The Wichapas’ housemaid appeared in the bathroom door and she immediately put down the tray of food on the bedside table. She went to him, panicking.

“Are you alright, Khun?” The housemaid helped him to get up. “Do you need to go to the hospital?” She guided him to the bed and offered a glass of water.

Build shook his head before drinking the water. “Where’s he?”

The housemaid immediately understood who he was looking for. “Lord Wichapas is downstairs, getting ready for later. He asked me to bring you breakfast and to remind you about your medicines. Please eat before getting ready for today.” The housemaid pointed at the tray of food. “I’ll be back later to help you in getting ready.”

“No need. I'll do it myself.” Build eyed the food and the bottle of medicine.

The housemaid bowed to him before leaving. Build looked at the food for a couple of minutes. Wichapas is busy downstairs but can’t he check on Build first? He started to feel sad again. It’s his father's burial. He’ll send his father’s urn beside his mother’s in their columbarium.

Build caressed his belly. It’s sad that his child won’t be able to meet his grandfather. He still imagines all the possible things that his baby could do with his father.

He ate a few spoonfuls of the food and drank his medicines. He’s still waiting for Wichapas to come to him. It was very unusual for him not to greet Build in the morning. He started getting ready for the burial,occasionally looking at the door. Build put all the energy left in his body to finish dressing up. He left the room and went down the stairs. He saw Wichapas talking to their family lawyer. Prem whispered to his master and Wichapas looked at him, with no expression. Build went near them.

Wichapas is still wearing the same clothes from last night. It looks like he never slept even a blink last night. Build stopped beside him. Wichapas dropped a cold kiss on his forehead, not muttering any word.

“My deepest condolences, Khun Jakapan.” The lawyer said, bowing a little.

Build just nod at him before looking at Wichapas. “You haven’t slept yet?”

“I’m fine.” Wichapas kissed his temple. He stayed in the position for a couple of seconds before pulling away.

Build tried to look at his eyes but Wichapas looked away.

“I’ll freshen up real quick.” Wichapas excused himself before going up the stairs.

Build frowned. Why is Wichapas acting weird? Maybe he’s too tired. Yesterday was a mess and he hasn't rested yet. Build felt guilty.

“Khun, some elite families already came. Are you okay with meeting them?” Prem asked him.

Build just sighed before nodding at Prem. They came today to give sympathy but in reality they are gossiping about his father’s death. Maybe, they are even questioning Build’s capabilities in maintaining their social status. But thinking about what other people say is Build’s least priority right now. He glanced one more time upstairs before going with Prem to where the elites are. They had a short talk before everyone got ready to send the urn to the columbarium.

Wichapas is wearing a black trouser topped with a black dress shirt who’s first two buttons are neglected and a pair of sunglasses to hide his dark eyes while Build is wearing a decent pair of black suit. He tried to comfort Build the best that he could. Build is not being hysterical but he’s crying too much.

Build noticed how uncomfortable Wichapas is.The man often looked around like he was looking for something or someone. He’s still acting weird.

The people left the place one by one, leaving Build and Wichapas standing in front of the columbarium while Prem was a few steps away from them. Build started crying so hard. His whole body is shaking and he can't see clearly. His eyes are full of tears and his heart is so empty. It is so painful that he doesn’t know what to do. He dropped his body on the floor, still weeping. Wichapas tried to catch him but Build slid down, letting his body drop on the cold tiled floor.

“Dad…” Build kept repeating again and again, hands caressing the columbarium niche’s glass. “Please, don’t do this to me. No.”

Wichapas can’t help it anymore, he broke down as well. His heart shattered seeing how broken Build is right now. He tried caressing Build’s back but it did nothing. Build still tapping the glass like he was waking up his father while repeatedly calling him.

They took their time crying in each other’s arms. There is no more reason to pretend to be strong as all of the people are gone now. They are not meant to show weakness in front of other people, especially the elites. Most of them are actually showing sympathy but deep inside they are planning how they can acquire all the businesses and assets that the Puttha family has now that the head of the family is gone and Build is very vulnerable.

They were able to be back after sometime, when Build had already calmed down a bit. Prem didn’t get out of the car, still sitting in the driver’s seat. The house was back to its normal view, flowers and lights were removed and cleaned. Maybe the Wichapas’ housemaids were back at the mansion already. It looks fine from the outside except for the absence of lively housemaids roaming around the house. The housemaids that Build always annoying while doing their job.. Build roamed his eyes outside of the house. What should he do now?

He was about to step inside but Wichapas held his hand, removing the sunglasses from his face. He stopped and looked at the man.

“Build.”

The calling of his name sent chills on his spine. It’s been a long time since Wichapas called him by his name. Where is the endearment? Build almost thought that Wichapas already forgot his real name as he never called him other than ‘love’ ever since they became together.

“Build, I…” Wichapas choked.

Build wanted to speak but he couldn't. His voice was stuck on his throat as he couldn’t understand the sudden changes in his feelings. Was it bad? Why does he sense something weird is going to happen? There is something going on that he can’t distinguish.

“I have to…. I have to leave.” Wichapas said, looking at his eyes.

Build frowned. Is he leaving for work? But why right now?

“Where are you going? Will you be going to the mansion for the kids?” Build whispered, energy almost ran out.

If he leaves now, Build will be alone. Build has no one right now. No housemaids, no driver, no brother and no parents. The thought of being alone fears Build so much.

“I can’t tell you. But promise me to take care of yourself and our baby.” Wichapas said, eyes roaming around his face like it 's memorizing all the features.

“What are you saying?” Build frowned deeper. He tried to step forward to reach for Wichapas’ hands but the man stepped back. It sends another pang of pain in Build’s chest.

“No. Don’t come near me.” Wichapas looked away. Build swore he saw a flicker of pain in Wichapas’ eyes and that made him more confused.

“Love, what’s going on?” Build started to get frustrated. “Tell me what’s going on.” he started to plead.

“Please be well.” Wichapas balled his hand into fist. He wants to hold Build right now. He wants to kiss Build right now.

Wichapas moved, facing the car that was a few steps away.

“Stay. Please.” Build begged, tears starting to fall on his cheeks. “Don’t you love me anymore? Am I a burden to you right now? Am I a handful? Are you tired of me now?” Build stated all the possible reasons why he is leaving.

No. None of it is true. Wichapas wanted to say it but he couldn't. He remained facing his back on Build. Because if he faced him again, things would definitely end.

“I need you right now.” Build cried, hard and loud. “I can’t do this alone. You promised me. You said that you’ll be with me. You said you’ll stay with me.” Build clutched his belly. It hurts. His belly is aching and it adds to his frustrations.

“Why don’t you stay, like how you promised me?” Desperation evident in his voice.

Wichapas didn’t see how Build’s face contorted in pain. All he can hear is the pain in his voice and it pains him too. But no, this is for the better. Wichapas fought all the urge to look back and go back to him. Instead, he stepped forward before opening the car door.

“Wichapas.” Build spoke once again, breathy and slow.

Wichapas went inside the car, sitting with a stern face.

“Wichapas!” Build tried his best to shout for help but his voice came out whispering.

The car started rolling away and then it’s out of sight. Build slump down the concrete floor, holding his aching belly. He wished someone inside of his house would run to him and help him but no one did.

It hurts. His head hurts, his belly hurts, his heart hurts. His whole being is in pain. He never cried this bad in his whole life.

What’s more painful than being in severe pain and no one is there to lend you a hand? What is more painful than seeing your last thread of hope to disappear right in front of your eyes?

Build looked down, feeling defeated. Everyone is gone. Now, it’s just him and the baby.

But his hope immediately vanished as he saw blood dripping off of him. Blood flowing on his thighs through his pants.

“N-No… No.” Build tried to wipe the blood, hoping it would erase the fact that the baby is in danger. “No, baby. You’re not going to leave me too.” The blood is dripping once again and it is more than earlier.

An excruciating pain traveled from his belly to his spine. He groaned, tears invading his sight more. Build tried wiping all the blood once again.

“Hold on, my baby.” Build cried. He tried standing up but he failed. It hurts a lot.

Build can do nothing but to cry. He can’t move anymore. He let his body lay down on the concrete ground, feeling hopeless. Will this be the end? He felt his consciousness slowly leaving his body. He felt like floating and everything slowly went dark.

In his last thread of consciousness, he palmed his aching belly and smiled through the pain as his eyes were still full of tears.

“Fuck this life.”

~𝒂𝒖𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒏~

Chapter Text

Saved By You has ended and I know it’s not how you wanted it to be.

This story was just intended to heal myself from everything that had happened. My longing for our boys was diverted into making my own world with them. I decided to share the story to others in order to bring ease to what we are going through before. I didn’t expect that there would be people that would love the story and I know there are people who don't like this kind of story. But I write for people who like my work and if it makes them happy, I am happy too. Please always remember to be kind to each other.

Most of all, I am glad and forever grateful to Bible and Build for giving me the inspiration to go back to my dreams. They are a big influence to me and to my dreams. They lead me back to my happiness that I lost for several years. I will stay with both of them forever, together or not. I am so proud of where they are right now and they deserve all the best things that happened, that are happening and will happen to them in the future. I love you both so fvcking much.

And of course, I am so thankful to you, my bebis, for making my dream of writing something like this come true. Your reactions and comments really brought happiness to me and always give me courage to write more. Every time I read your comments, I always feel warm because I know there are people who appreciate my work. But I have to end the story as it feels like I am losing my real intention for the story– to give peace and fluff to all of us. I want this story to be our comfort despite what is happening in the real world. And it feels like I will be jumping into more angst if I continue.

But I want you to know that I just want a reset. So, as Saved By You was already closed, I want to tell you that I’ll be dropping the book two of Wichapas and Build’s story. 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑻𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔 will start very soon and I hope you support me once again.

Thank you very much and see you again very very soon.

𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒,
𝑵𝒂𝒎