You're Mine, I'm Yours

Part 4

Khaotung awoke to the gentle warmth of sunlight filtering through the curtains. He groaned and squinted at his phone, which displayed 8:30 AM. "I'm late!" he muttered, his eyes widening in alarm. He leaped out of bed, his heart racing, only to suddenly remember that it was Saturday—no university today. He let out a relieved sigh and sank back under the blanket, curling up comfortably.

Minutes later, a sudden realization jolted him upright. "Shit, I have to be there by 8:00," he cursed, remembering that it was his first day working for First Kanaphan. Despite Mark having sent him the schedule, Khaotung had ignored it, planning to arrive late in the hopes of getting fired.

With a mix of anxiety and resignation, Khaotung scrambled out of bed, hastily dressed, and made his way to First's residence. By the time he arrived, it was already 10:45 AM. He approached the front door and pressed the doorbell. The door swung open almost immediately, revealing one of the bodyguards from the previous day—the one wearing glasses and dressed in all black.

"The Boss is waiting for you," the bodyguard announced crisply, his tone professional and devoid of any hint of amusement.

Khaotung entered the spacious living room, where he saw First Kanaphan seated on a long, modern couch. First was engrossed in handing over files to another bodyguard—one who was familiar from the day of the accident. The atmosphere in the room was tense, and First's gaze was unwavering as he assessed Khaotung's arrival.

"You're late," First stated, his voice deep and serious. He dismissed the other bodyguard with a casual gesture of his hand.

"Traffic was terrible," Khaotung replied smoothly, maintaining his composure despite the growing anxiety inside him. He had hoped his tardiness would get him fired, but it seemed he had miscalculated.

"Finn!" First called out sharply.

"Yes, boss," Finn responded promptly, appearing from the side room and standing at attention.

"From now on, you'll ensure Khaotung is punctual," First ordered firmly, his eyes fixed on Finn.

"Okay, boss," Finn acknowledged, nodding respectfully before stepping away to carry out his new task.

"I don't want any more excuses for tardiness," First warned sternly, rising from the couch with an authoritative air. "I need to shower," he added curtly before striding towards his room.

Khaotung watched as First disappeared down the hallway, his frustration palpable. He muttered to himself, "Guess I can’t get fired for being late now." His plan to test First’s patience had clearly backfired, and he resigned himself to the reality that his day was just beginning. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever challenges lay ahead, and followed First’s path.

Entering First’s room, Khaotung was met with the sight of the taller man standing near the bathroom door. First’s arm, still in a cast, was propped up as he held his phone with his other hand. The room, while tastefully decorated, was marked by a tense silence.

"You know what you have to do, right?" First’s voice was authoritative as he tossed his phone onto the table with a deliberate gesture.

Khaotung nodded silently, moving closer to First. He began carefully removing the cast, his movements deliberate and gentle to avoid causing any additional discomfort. Once the cast was off, Khaotung’s hands trembled slightly as he worked to unbutton First’s shirt. He was acutely aware of the proximity between them, feeling First’s breath against his face. The room seemed to close in around them, filled with an uncomfortable intimacy that neither of them acknowledged.

"The pants too," First’s voice was softer now, catching Khaotung off guard.

"What?" Khaotung asked, confusion evident in his voice. He looked up at First, who was towering over him.