Upon entering the house, Kongpob tries to lighten the mood for the both of them.

He claps his hands together, and smiles to Arthit. Arthit takes a deep breath looking back at him with a melancholic face. So Kongpob walks over to Arthit, and puts his arm around his shoulder to drag him further inside the house.

"Okay, enough with the sob stories. If there's anymore, let's save it for another day. Maybe on a rainy day with a good bottle of wine. We are home now, so we should just relax."

Arthit's stomach suddenly makes an entrance growling. He rubs his stomach, and glances at his watch, and it's already 9, so that's why.

"Kongpob, I'm hungry. I'm going to make something. Do you want anything? Did you have dinner yet?"

"No, I didn't. Thak had brought me dinner, but I didn't have time to eat it. Like I told you before, I don't really eat when I work."

Arthit starts to frown looking at Kongpob, the other shrugs like it's no big deal.

"So, did you at least have lunch?" Arthit's brows starts to fuse together.

"I think I finished half of my salad before going into a meeting." Kongpob looks down to avoid looking at Arthit.

"So breakfast is really your only full meal of the day?"

Arthit's look now turns incredulous, running his hand through his hair.

Kongpob glances at Arthit, and purse his lips in a flat line looking guilty.

"I just don't have time, but I'm fine. I can always eat at home when I'm hungry." Kongpob quickly tries to defend himself.

Arthit shakes his head because he knows all Kongpob eats at home is instant noodles.

Arthit had originally wanted to just make some fried rice, but he decided to make something more substantial now after learning that Kongpob had barely eaten today. He turned to the kitchen to quickly get to work

"Arthit, do you need any help?" Kongpob offered.

"No that's okay. I'll be quick. Why don't you go freshen up or something?"

Kongpob nods, and goes to his room to change out of his work clothes. He comes back out a few minutes later wearing glasses. And he is again, only wearing black sweat pants. Kongpob wanted to keep Arthit company, so he decided to sit at the counter, and read on his tablet while Arthit cooked.

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Arthit's POV

What the...he wears glasses? Why does he look good in those too? How the heck am I supposed to cook while he is sitting there half naked with glasses?

Okay, Arthit act normal. Don't look at him. Let's try not to lose a finger, or burn the house down.
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What the fuck is he doing now? Why is he doing push-ups?

"What are you doing?"

"Push-ups."

"Yeah. I know, but why?"

"I just like to move for a bit after sitting in the office all day."

Someone just hose me down. I'm burning for a completely different reason now. Okay, Arthit think back to the sad story. Sad story. Sigh.

"Uh, okay. Well, dinner is ready. Come over and eat."

Kongpob walks over to come sit next to me at the counter.

"Here, have some basil chicken and fried rice. Here's an egg too."

I placed a big plate of food in front of Kongpob. I wanted to make sure he gets enough. How does he even manage to function is beyond me.

"Thanks for making dinner. Otherwise, I would have just made instant noodles again."

"Yeah, I figured."

Kongpob chuckles. While I shook my head.
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We enjoyed the rest of the night chatting with the TV on in the background. Kongpob told me that Sachi is Thak's wife, and also the head maid here. Apparently, she fell down the stairs while yelling at Thak, and missed a step. Her left foot is in a cast, and her right arm is in a sling. She actually grew up with Kongpob because she was the house maid's daughter back at his childhood home. He told me all sorts of his mischiefs with Sachi growing up. And although she is a maid, she is like a sister to him because he is the only child. According to Kongpob, she is the only one that yells at him, and that includes his mother. Now, I'm really curious what Sachi looks like.

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Kongpob's POV

I'm starting to get real spoiled with Arthit's breakfast and dinners. I think I may have put on some weight too because I love his food so much. He has stayed for two weeks now. We have fallen into a comfortable routine. He says he's not a morning person, but he seems to get up pretty early to me. He usually has an awesome breakfast ready by the time I come back from my run. After breakfast, we head to work, and come home together for dinner.

It's so easy to let him in my life. I'm a very private person, and I usually keep to myself other than necessary social obligations. But somehow I've gotten very comfortable with him in such a short amount of time. I was even comfortable enough to tell him about my past. I haven't spoken much about it with anyone for the past decade because the last thing I needed was pity. But with Arthit, I wanted understanding. For some reason, I feel comfortable letting him know the real me.

When he told me about his family, I can sense the pain that he still feels. Especially, the lost of his connection with his mother. Sometimes, I just don't understand why some people can't just accept others as they are, especially when it's your own family. Doesn't their own child's happiness mean anything? It's all just nonsense to me.

I told my closest friend M, who is also the GM of my company about Arthit, and even he is surprised that I made a new friend. M actually wants to meet Arthit as he says he is afraid of losing his best friend title. I only laughed at M's childish behavior.

Today is finally Saturday. Time to ride again. I didn't get to ride last week because of a stupid conference call. I walked to the kitchen just before Arthit started to make breakfast. He already had an apron on with his hair tied up. I can't help but chuckle at how cute he looks. I know cute is probably not what a guy wants to be called, but seriously, there is no other way to describe how he looks right now.

"Hey, don't make breakfast. Let's go out."

"Huh? Where are we going?"

"Let's go riding."

"You mean on your motor bikes?" His eyes are wide and hopeful.

Great! He is just as excited, showing his dimples and all.

"Yes. Go get ready and meet me in 20 minutes."

He nods, and quickly abandons the apron.

I quickly went to get ready. I think I should take the CBR out today, but then again, the Ducati's backseat would be more comfortable for Arthit. I'm sure we will have fun no matter which one we take.

When I'm ready, I found Arthit already waiting. He is in a black sleeveless tank with black jeans. Looking pretty cool. The black against his pale complexion makes him seem even whiter than usual.

"Hey, ready to go?"

"Yes!"

I opened the garage, and walked over to the bikes. Arthit's eyes are glued to the red BMW. So, I guess red it is again.

"Which one do you think we should take?"

"They all look awesome. How about the blue one here?"

"Ducati huh? I was so sure you were going to pick the red BMW, but you surprised me."

"Well, you rode that one last time, so I picked a different one for you this time. But can we ride that one next week?"

He looks so hopeful. How do you even say no to that face?

"Let's do that. But this baby here will not disappoint."

I pulled out my Ducati baby, and got her started. I see Arthit's eye sparkling in wonder. I chuckled to myself. Why does he look like a kid given candy? I handed him a helmet and he fumbled with it.

"Wait a second. Let me help you."

I brushed his hair aside and tucked the loose longer strands behind his ears. I put the helmet on for him and adjusted the strap. Then I climbed on the bike to start it. Arthit climbed on after and wrapped his hands comfortably around my waist.

We took off speeding across the city. I took a scenic route near the Lumphini Park. When we came to a traffic light, two ladies in a convertible waved at us. I was about to wave back, but Arthit kept urging me to go when the light had just changed.

Sorry ladies for my bad manners. I need to get going. My stomach started to growl in protest against my detours to Nina's. I wanted to ride a bit more with Arthit, but my stomach was having none of it. So, I guess we will just have to go for a longer ride after we eat something.

Arthit and I were able to communicate through the intercom of the helmets. So, we talked about random things we came across on our path.

"Hey... that tickles. Can your hands stay still?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to tickle you."

"It's okay. It's probably just because I'm not used to anyone riding with me."

"Really? Well, surely I'm not the first."

"No, you're not. But I haven't had a passenger on my bike for many years."

"I'm honored then. Haha."

"You should be. Haha"

Arthit on purposely tickles me this time.

"Hang on tight. Sharp turn coming."

Arthit is a natural rider. He knew how to lean into the turns perfectly in sync with me. He plastered against me like we were one, making every corner turn smoothly.

I pulled into Nina's parking lot, and put the bike in park. I turned around to help Arthit unbuckle his helmet before taking mine off. I gestured him to get off first before I did so I can keep the bike steady.

"Are we eating here?"

"Yes, I'm a regular here. I come here on the weekends for my breakfast."

"Haha... you kind of look out of place with your whole biker outfit and your motorbike."

"Well, that's not always a bad thing."