A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Pete's POV

"Here's your order," I said to my master, handing him the brown paper bag after settling in the driver's seat.

"Thanks," he said.

There was something in the sound of his voice and the expression on his face that caused me considerable concern.

"Is everything alright?" I asked.

He didn't answer. He kept his face lowered as if studying the brown paper bag he was holding but he wasn't even opening it to see what was inside.

"Your order of nasi goreng and loempia are in there," I said, stating the obvious.

"Thanks," he said once again, his voice this time just a little louder than a whisper.

I did not start the car right away,

I turned to him and said, "It's probably not my place to say this but if anyone has done you dirty tell me who it is and I will make him regret it."

"It's okay, Pete," he said, his voice thick with unshed tears. "Let's just go home. I feel incredibly exhausted right now."

I could tell he was right. It showed on his face and his body language.

I turned the engine and eased my way out of the mall parking lot.

I was already almost out of the exit and just waiting for the flow of traffic to ease so that I could merge with it when suddenly I heard a loud crash at the back of the car.

Although it was a loud crash the impact of collision wasn't that strong but still I killed the engine and stepped out.

No wonder the sound of the crash was loud even though the impact was not strong. The vehicle that had crashed into me was a large pickup truck.

The driver stepped out of the truck at the same time that I stepped out of my master's car.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

For those who might not know him, his name is Bible Sumetikul. He played the role of Vegas in the BL series KinnPorsche.

"Are you alright?" was the guilty driver's way of greeting me.

"Yes," I said, "but I'm not sure if my vehicle is."

I tried not to get distracted by his gorgeous face and figure. I tried not to stare.

"Let's assess the damage," he said, walking closer to my car and bending forward to take a close look at my bumper.

As he bent the fabric of his denims stretched to reveal tight shapely buns.

"The damage seems to just be on the bumper sticker."

"Huh?" I asked.

"I said that the damage just seems to be on the bumper sticker. It's bent a little bit inward,"

He looked at me intently.

I felt myself blushing. Had he noticed that I had spaced out for just a few seconds?

I was about to say something to fill the gap of awkward silence when my master stepped out of the car and joined us.

"This is Mr. Kaewbumrung, the owner of this vehicle," I said to the driver who had not yet introduced himself.

He stretched out his hand to my master saying, "Hi, I'm Mr. Sumetikul. I'm sorry about crashing into the back of your car. I will send you a copy of my insurance card if you tell me your phone number."

My master turned to me. "Pete, please give him your phone number."

"Huh? Yes... yes of course," I said, stammering and blushing at the same time.

I pulled out my phone from my pocket and handed it to Mr. Handsome, I mean... I mean... to Mr. Sumetikul.

At the exact same time he handed his phone over to me.

"Tap in your number and I will call it," he said.

I fumbled so much that I almost dropped his phone.

After I tapped in my contact number, I handed back his phone and in a quick second my phone started to ring.

In my frantic confusion I tapped on the phone icon and said "Hello?"

He laughed out loud, "I'm right here in front of you."

I got even hotter in the face.

"Yes... yes of course," I said with an awkward laugh.

Then he started tapping his fingers very quickly on his phone screen and soon I received a notification on my phone.

I tapped on my phone screen and saw the image of his insurance card in my text messages.

Another text notification came in.

He had sent a winking emoji, the cheeky bastard!

"You will receive a call from my insurance company in a day or two," he said, starting to walk away.

Then he suddenly walked back to me with his hand outstretched.

"I am Bible by the way," he said. "I'm afraid I didn't get your name earlier."

"I'm Pete," I replied, accepting his offer of a handshake. "But my other name is Build. I really prefer to be called Build. Pete was just a name that my master gave to me when he and I were growing up together."

Dammit, why was I giving him my personal history.

"Nice to meet you, Build," he said, shaking my hand. "And please accept my apologies for crashing into your master's car. A lot of stuff is going on in my life right now and I got a bit careless when I started driving out of this parking lot."

"That's alright," I said. "Take care now."