AngelophanY

Twenty-eighT

"This is my son, Saint. Handsome, isn't he? He takes after me," said Private Inspector Suppapong shamelessly, showing Zee, his client, a photo of his son.

"Uhm, nope! Your son is definitely more handsome than you," Zee replied matter-of-factly.

"Of course, he's still young!" the Inspector countered.

"And you're old," Zee teased, snatching the photo from the Inspector.

The Inspector smacked Zee on the head with his wallet and snatched the picture back from him.

They had grown close in just a week of investigating something Zee needed to resolve urgently.

"Can I have that photo? I want to keep it!" Zee reached for the photo in the Inspector's hand.

"And why do you want to keep it?" The Inspector resisted, holding the photo out of Zee's reach.

"Just because..." Zee tried to tiptoe to grab the picture, but the Inspector, being taller, kept it out of his grasp.

"Wait... Do you like my son?" The Inspector paused, raising his eyebrow.

"What if I do?" Zee challenged.

"Oh, well, my son is handsome, and you are too. My son has a good heart, and you are the purest person I know aside from him. So, okay..." The Inspector nodded as he continued to hold the photo aloft. "...my son is wealthy because his father is wealthy, but of course, not as wealthy as you," he added. Zee rolled his eyes at the old man's antics.

"So that means I'm qualified?" Zee jumped up to grab the picture, but the Inspector playfully swayed it out of his reach.

"Uh, maybe 99%? I'll introduce you to him after this case," the Inspector teased, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

Zee chuckled at the old man's antics. The way he wiggled his eyebrows was just too hilarious.

"Alright, alright. You promised. Now, back to work," Zee said, raising his hands in surrender after failing to snatch the photo.

They were currently at Zee's condo, working on his secretary's case. The secretary had been missing for three days already. He was last seen at the entrance of the company building, captured on CCTV walking towards his car, but there had been no trace of him since.

Max Nattapol has been Zee's secretary for a year, earning the trust of the Panich family. Orphaned at a young age, he lives independently, but the Panichs have treated him like family. Initially, he served as the chairman's right hand before transitioning to support Zee. Max is highly skilled in martial arts, known for his stoic demeanor and strict approach to his duties. His versatility and competence have made him irreplaceable to the Panichs. Despite extensive efforts, Max vanished suddenly three days ago without a trace.

Zee chose not to inform his parents about Max's disappearance to spare them worry and prevent unwanted attention from the public. Instead, he told them that he had sent Max on vacation. Zee's frustration and deep concern over his missing secretary have left him feeling powerless and ineffective in the face of the situation.

Zee runs his own instant ramen business, which originally belonged to his grandparents. After their passing, he took over and nurtured the business, preferring it over his parents' telecommunications company due to his passion for food over technology. His parents supported his decision and assigned Max, whom they trusted, to work alongside Zee in managing the ramen business. Together, they collaborated for a year, developing the business and managing its operations.

As the year progressed, Zee's mother announced her decision to pass the CEO position to him. However, shortly after this announcement, Max, his trusted secretary, mysteriously disappeared. Zee requested his mother to delay the transition, ostensibly to give him time to prepare for his new role. In truth, Zee needed the delay to focus on finding Max, determined to locate him before assuming the responsibilities of CEO.

"I asked a civilian who saw him," the Inspector suddenly informed Zee.

"What did they say?"

"He was caught on CCTV, but the video won't be retrievable for two days because the camera malfunctioned."

"Damn it!"

"Don't worry, I'll go and get it. We will find him. I assure you of that." The Inspector tapped Zee's back to calm him down.

Saint needed time to process all the stories Fighter had told him. The revelation that Fighter and Saint's father were friends in the past was something Saint couldn't believe. It felt like a small world they lived in. The idea of Saint's father allowing Fighter to date him seemed ludicrous to his ears.

"I can't believe my dad told you that," Saint said, facepalming at his father's ridiculousness.

"He did," Fighter replied, settling beside Saint and pulling him into a side hug. His wings had disappeared while he shared about his past.

"Saint, we're destined to meet," Fighter said, nuzzling his face against Saint's neck.

"And destined to be my boyfriend," Saint added, tracing the outline of Fighter's face with his fingertips.

Fighter grinned, a blush tinting his cheeks. "My baby angel is blushing," Saint teased, planting a kiss on Fighter's head.

"When and how did you come back?" Saint asked, lying down on the floor with Fighter in his arms. They both settled into a comfortable position as Fighter began to recount his story.

When Fighter was on the brink of death, Lexus intervened and pleaded with Archangel Michael to save him. Initially, Michael hesitated, citing Fighter's recklessness and failure to control his emotions. However, Michael eventually relented, understanding the power of love and its impact on individuals. He recognized that Fighter's love for a human was genuine and decided to save him, knowing that Fighter still had a mission to fulfill.

It took several days for Fighter to recover fully from his injuries. During his recuperation, he requested to return to Earth, now fully aware of his past and resolved to confront it. His determination stemmed from his deep love for Saint and the unbearable pain of separation he felt. The angels understood the power of love and its profound impact on Fighter's existence. Denying him his return would have meant condemning him to eternal sadness and eventual demise. Thus, they granted his request, acknowledging that love was a force beyond their control.

Fighter went directly to the Panichs and revealed his true identity as Zee Pruk Panich, their long-lost son. He willingly agreed to a DNA test to confirm his identity. After a few days, the results confirmed that Fighter was indeed Zee Pruk Panich, and the Panichs accepted that the burned man in the car accident was someone else.

In response, the Panichs organized a press conference to announce to the public that their son was alive and had suffered from amnesia. They clarified that the person involved in the accident was not Zee Pruk Panich. As a precautionary measure, they hired two bodyguards and a secretary to ensure Fighter's safety and prevent any future dangers.

Fighter remembered the circumstances surrounding his death and became determined to uncover the truth behind it. He also felt compelled to find Max, his missing secretary, and learned that the Inspector had died in a car accident on the same date as his own demise.

Seeking assistance, Fighter approached the Panichs and asked for their help in discreetly locating Max. He also requested that the transition of the CEO position be postponed, explaining that he needed more time to investigate the case thoroughly. The Panichs agreed to support him in these endeavors, understanding the gravity of the situation and Fighter's determination to uncover the truth.

"Saint! Do you still have your father's phone?" Fighter jolted that made Saint startled.

"The fuck? You scared me!" Saint rubbed his chest and heaved a deep sigh. "Yeah, but I don't have it here. It's at my hometown. Why?"

"I need to check something. Can we go and get the phone?"

"Of course but we have to wait for Sunday. You know that I can't abandon work."

Fighter nodded understandingly.
"Alright, Sunday then."

Saint's hometown, located two hours away from the city, made for a lengthy journey. Sunday was the perfect day for them to retrieve his father's phone.

"Saint, are you not hungry?"

"I am actually. Feed me, Fight." Saint leaned in closer to Fighter's face and pursed his lips forward.

"For food, Saint!"

"You're my food."

"I am not!

Saint leaned back and chuckled at Fighter's reaction. "Alright, alright, just teasing you."

Fighter sighed playfully. "You know you're lucky you're cute."

Saint grinned mischievously. "And you're lucky I like cute."

They both laughed, enjoying the banter as they look forward their journey towards Saint's hometown.