MIDNIGHT DAYDREAM

Chapter 34

Chay wishes he could run, get the gun, and use it on this guy.

The mighty Kimhan Theerapanyakul, on white T-shirts and dark blue denim, may wear a mask to disguise himself, but Chay can recognize him just fine. He looks unbothered, slightly bored. His best mask is his face and body language.

Kim? Kim is just enjoying every bit of his lover's expression after a long draught of more than 3 months without his Pichaya. Even when Chay looks like he wants to strangle him or shoot him in the head. He is glad that his wide smile is covered by the mask. He can't guarantee Chay won't stab him with the chopsticks judging by Chay's eyes.

Chay doesn't know he just stands there in the middle of the room until Auntie nudges him with her hand, "J, the customer." He is contemplating what to do.

Running out of the store is impossible as he knows how Kim works. He is the guy who has a backup plan for a backup plan. Kim also is not above threatening and does the threat to get what he wants. Not sure if he will do it to Chay also, but Chay can't take risks. There are other people involved here.

He sighs in defeat nods and then draws two deep breaths before approaching. He needs all the patience he has in him. He will just pretend this guy doesn't exist until God knows when he is able to confront him.

"J?" Kim asks, sounding genuinely curious. Eyes train on Porchay. Every move, every tick of his mimic. Porchay is so aware of that that the cells in Porchay's body scream, but he willed them to be quiet.

Chay doesn't say anything to reply. He just stands there with a notebook and pen in his hands, mimicking Kim's blank stare to the T. He doesn't even look at the guy. Kim hikes his brows in a quiet question but Chay is resilient in his silence. It is unusual. The Kittisawasds are expressive creatures. Whatever their mouth can't express, they display it in their face.

Vegas taught him too good, Kim thinks sourly.

"I'll eat anything you give me," Kim decides. He hopes the food here is decent at least. He forgets the last time he ate a full meal.

'Fine. Pig's blood, then.' Chay is being vindictive inside his head.

Chay turns around, mentally picks up the most expensive food on the menu, and shouts, "Special seafood noodle, Auntie. Extra spicy."

Kim smiles. He picks up his phone and messages Mong to pick up a stomach ache remedy for him. He's going to need it. His boyfriend still holds his grunge after more than three months. He can't blame him though. With that kind of evidence, if it was Kim, he would've painted Bangkok red.

But Chay is a smart kid. When presented with hard evidence, undeniable black on white, he would understand and come back to him. He just needs to be patient now with groveling. A lot of it.

Chay puts down the bowl and a glass of tea in a not-so-polite way before returning to his chores. Kim chuckles, clearly disapproving. Chay ignores. There are still a few regular customers who chat around, filling their time with friends. Chay refills their drinks and offers them some snacks, but they refuse. It's an indication that they are about to leave, so he starts to clean the empty tables.

Kim hates the fact that Chay smiles so warmly to them but not to him. He raises his hand more than once, asking for things he doesn't really care about just to get Chay's attention. Well, he cares about water because his mouth and stomach clearly need it to put the flame out. The boy complies without a word. He just stands there and waits until Kim speaks what he wants.

Kim is openly staring now but Chay pays no mind. When he is done wiping tables, he glances at Kim's bowl and finds it half empty. To be honest, it gives him a good feeling that the guy is actually eating the food despite it's not his taste as Kim dislikes too spicy food.