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Third Person POV

"If there's nothing more for me to do, I will take my leave," Yin said, bowing to Mr. Ratsameerat.

Yin was turning to walk away when Mr. Ratsameerat called after him. "Not so fast, young man. Come to my study, please."

Then Mr. Ratsameerat turned to his son. "You too, War."

Yin glared at War and muttered, "Now look at what your crazy stunt has gotten us into."

War just shrugged his shoulders defiantly.

When War and Yin reached Mr. Ratsameerat's study, Mr. Ratsameerat motioned for both of them to sit on the couch facing his desk.

When both of them got seated Mr. Ratsameerat looked from Yin to War and then said, "Now tell me exactly what is happening between the two of you."

"He..." Yin started to say.

"Nothing!" War interrupted Yin.

"I want the truth from both of you!" Mr. Ratsameerat glared at his son.

"Sir, I forced him to come back home because he lied to you about..." Yin was trying to finish his sentence when War suddenly jumped on Yin pushing him to lie down on the couch and covering Yin's mouth with the palm of his hand.

"Wanarat!" Mr. Ratsameerat yelled at his son.

Both Yin and War forgot to listen to Mr. Ratsameerat. Each other's fragrance once more drifted to each other's nostrils.

War's chest was on Yin's chest and Yin could feel War's wildly beating heart but War could also feel Yin's heart pounding against his own chest.

Mr. Ratsameerat's eyes widened so much that they looked like they would fall off their sockets. He stared helplessly as his son lowered his face towards Yin's but just as War's lips were an inch away from Yin's mouth, Yin seemed to suddenly become aware of their surroundings and pushed War off him, making War land on the floor with a loud thud.

"Oww!" War complained.

Mr. Ratsameerat rushed to his son's side to help him to his feet.

"How dare you hurt my son!" Mr. Ratsameerat scolded Yin.

"Yes, how dare you push me to the floor!" War echoed his father's words, while glaring at Yin with his arms on his waist, his elbows jutting outward in disapproval.

Yin stood up, bowed to father and son, and started walking out the door.

"Where do you think you're going, young man?" Mr. Ratsameerat called after Yin.

"To collect my stuff from the car," Yin replied coldly. "I'm quitting."

"No, you're not!" father and son spoke simultaneously,

Yin paused at the door.

"Sir, your son is too much to handle for me," Yin said in a respectful tone to Mr. Ratsameerat. "Please find someone else who can make him behave better."

"I will behave," War spoke up before his father could say a word.

"And how do you intend to keep that promise?" Mr. Ratsameerat asked his son.

"I won't kiss... I mean... I won't... I mean... I... I..." War felt his neck growing warm and tried to adjust his collar but it didn't help so he tried to unbutton his shirt but was struggling with it.

Without stopping to think Yin found himself approaching War and helping War to remove the offending button from its hole.

But Yin did not stop there. He kept on unbuttoning the rest of War's shirt.

Yin suddenly found Mr. Ratsameerat's hand landing on the back of his hand.

"Stop right there!" he commanded Yin.