24. Feeding
[P Pakin, what are your plans for this week's game? ]
"It will be held as normal, but I told them I might not be there."
[Will P Chai be there? ]
"Well, I'll let him help later."
[Then there should be no problem]
Pakin is on the balcony talking on the phone with Phayu, who is a dedicated technician. Putting his hands casually on the balcony, the thought of the illegal racing events he held regularly made his blood boil and his heart pounding with excitement every time. Neither the law nor anyone could make him feel guilty but more eager. However, that excitement has now become dull, and even aroused a little irritability in my heart.
And the reason for this is exactly...that stubborn kid who fell asleep not far away.
I have absolutely no interest in going to the arena.
The person who turned to look at the tightly closed balcony door thought so, and then shook his head.
What are you worried about? It will be cured in a moment.
Although he thought so, the young man did not realize that there were still many things that he needed to deal with before Graph's health improved.
And of course...what comes next.
"Oh, I shouldn't be drunk."
[What did P say? 】
"It's nothing. Just do it like that. If you have any problems, just tell the devil." The tall man shook his head because he accidentally said what was in his heart, and hung up the phone after leaving the last words. Hold the phone gently with both hands, lower your head slightly, and then...
"Oh." He blurted out with a big sigh.
Now, the young man does not deny that he wants to sleep with Graph, yes, he does. The best evidence was lying quietly on the bed, but when his rationality returned, Pakin clearly realized that he had used alcohol as an excuse to create very difficult trouble for himself.
Graph is different from others. Ya's body alone is different from others.
Graph is not a kid he randomly pulls over to sleep with, not a kid on the roadside that he can treat as he pleases, not a kid who can get away with just giving money and banging his head on the head. Who is this kid...the son of his father's friend...no, He is the son of a famous politician with whom he least wants to have problems.
Besides that, this kid... I've known him since he was about waist height.
I'm no different than the bastard relative who slept with his nephew.
The young man sighed again and put the matter out of his mind.
It's not that I don't want to solve the problem, but I have to let the damn problem recover first before thinking about it.
Toot....
At that moment, a cool-looking sports car drove into sight...the sports car that he had just given to his younger brother as a gift back home.
If throwing the key in the room can be called giving away.
Although they didn't say it out loud, the two cousins knew it well...Pakin was not someone who would tell everything.
But now, the relative who was as close as his biological brother but who had teamed up with others to cause trouble for him was getting out of the car, taking off his sunglasses, and then raised his head to make eye contact with him.