Khaotung sat down on the bed, leaning his back against the backrest and thought. Just remembering the man he met in the market brought a soft smile to his lips. First was handsome, it was obvious that he took care of himself, dark eyes emphasized with black eyeliner seemed even bigger and more beautiful, slightly longer hair combed in a ponytail on top of his head seemed to fit perfectly with the young man's character. Khaotung knew that he wouldn't be able to forget about him easily, and therefore he didn't understand himself and why he had offered the boy this strange kind of friendship. He didn't usually act like this. Usually he spent one night with some stranger, telling him that he didn't need to know his name, and that was it. He knew that gossip could destroy his career, take away his passion, which after so many years of strenuous and fruitless efforts to win the world title, turned into a necessary and boring, familiar routine. Nothing in the sport excited him anymore, and although he drove for Ferrari, he no longer felt the same pride of belonging to such a great team. Mainly because his team was often the source of jokes for fans who created memes, made fun of them, made fun of their racing strategies. He knew where the problem was and yet wasn't able to solve it.
Khaotung came from a not very rich family, but he was lucky. His racing talent was evident from an early age. He also had no problems learning English, mathematics or physics. You could say he was a so-called wonder kid. His parents immediately took advantage of it. His father always dreamed of becoming a racing driver himself, but he never succeeded, so he transferred his passion to his son and decided that he would do his best to make the boy succeed. That is why he sent his son abroad to school at the first possible opportunity. That was the official story, and Thanawat repeated it so many times over and over that he almost believed it himself.
Now this very boy, now a grown man, was nothing like that cute kid whose only thing was never to disappoint his dad.
It didn't matter now. He was aware that if his father had known about what his only son had known about the expedition, he would probably be turning in his grave, but he couldn't have known, he had been dead for six years, he hadn't even seen his son's first race in Formula 1.
"I made your dream come true, Dad, but you're not here to see and celebrate," he said then, after a race in Australia where he finished a not-too-bad eleventh. He then drove for Haas, for which it was only his third season in Formula 1.
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Khaotung could no longer deceive him. Only on the second day of their acquaintance, he revealed the truth about himself, and he felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his heart. He looked at First closely and decided that he was one of those people you could trust. Maybe it was also the way he behaved towards others. Before he approached him to talk to him, he spotted him in the crowd of people hurrying somewhere, as he supported an old lady, helping her cross the busy street at this hour. He smiled.
"I don't think I'm making a mistake trusting me. I hope he will understand why I was hiding" , he thought.
First understood. And he offered him a cup of bubble tea, to which his little brother had literally become addicted. Khao admitted that he doesn't have the opportunity to drink such things on a daily basis, and First chose the supplements for both. So they walked towards First's apartment and talked.
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✔️My Magical Stranger// GeminiFourth, FirstKhaotung
FanfictionExpect... unexpected. To say „It's complicated" is like to say nothing. First's younger brother Fourth is in almost happy relationship with famous singer and definitely doesn't need any changes. Khaotung is F1 driver for Ferrari in his last year in...