You're Mine, I'm Yours

Part 31

"Where is he?" First spoke authoritatively, his voice sharp and demanding. Khaotung had gone with his father's bodyguard, and Mond had followed him, ensuring that First stayed informed.

"Thanawat's residence. Master Tay was right—it looks like Khaotung has been deceiving you," Mond reported, his tone respectful yet cautious, aware of First's simmering anger.

First's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. He was torn. Deep inside, he trusted Khaotung despite the swirling doubts and half-truths. He had to hear it from Khaotung himself, not through secondhand accounts.

"You can leave, but," First paused, his voice softening just slightly, "don't tell Tay or anyone else about this yet. I want to confirm it myself." Mond nodded, understanding the unspoken weight of First's request, and quietly left the room.

Khaotung entered the Puitrakul mansion, his steps hesitant yet resolute. First's fierce eyes bore into him, a blend of anger, betrayal, and something deeper—conflicted emotions that First struggled to mask.

First's body language was tense and confrontational. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw clenched, and his posture rigid. His eyes, usually cool and calculating, now flickered with barely restrained fury and hurt.

"Where were you?" First demanded, his teeth gritted. His voice trembled slightly with the effort to control his emotions.

Khaotung's heart raced, but he stood firm, his back straight and his chin lifted defiantly. He knew First's men had likely followed and reported to him, yet he needed to convey the truth as he saw it.

"My father—his men were following me," Khaotung sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as the weight of his father's manipulations pressed down on him.

"You said you've cut ties with him. How come you were there, Khaotung?" First's voice was hard, each word a hammer blow, but underneath was a thread of something softer—wounded trust.

"I just met him to stop him from following me," Khaotung said, his eyes locking onto First's, pleading for understanding and trust. He needed First to believe him, to see that his intentions were true.

"I want to trust you, Tung but I'm not sure how," First admitted, his voice changing from authoritative to tender, his eyes softening with an unspoken plea.

First's body language shifted slightly, his arms uncrossing and his stance less rigid. His eyes, still intense, were filled with questions and doubt. He was alert to anything involving Khaotung's father, suspicious and wary. He knew Thanawat's ties to the underworld, much like his own. First's instincts screamed that there was more at play, but his heart wavered, pulled toward Khaotung despite the risks.

"You've to trust me, First," Khaotung replied, his voice a whisper, their eyes locked. The unspoken words between them were charged with emotion, deeper than any spoken argument.

Khaotung, on the other hand, was a tumult of conflicting emotions. He knew his father's manipulations, aware of the darker world he was part of. Yet, he couldn't fully grasp why First was so vigilant about his father. There was something First knew, something he had hinted at but never fully disclosed. Khaotung felt the weight of that knowledge pressing down on their relationship, a shadow neither could escape.

Their eyes remained locked, filled with unspoken questions and doubts, their hearts magnetically drawn to each other. Their desire clouded their judgment, pulling them into a whirlpool of emotions where logic and reason had little sway.

In a moment of raw vulnerability, Khaotung cupped First's face, his touch gentle yet desperate. Their foreheads touched, and then their lips met, a collision of need and longing. Their hearts raced, beating wildly in sync, their breaths mingling. The kiss was a desperate attempt to bridge the chasm of distrust and uncertainty, a bid to hold on to the connection that neither wanted to lose.