"You arrived on this shit?"
Porchay is insulted. Especially when Kim is eyeing his motorcycle with a look of contempt as if the bike itself has thrown insults at him.
"Hey! I love this bike!"
Now, Kim is pinching the bridge of his nose. "You love the bike?" Porchay doesn't like his tone. It's condescending to him. But what can he expect from a rich mogul like him? A Theerapanyakul hasn't been broke poor since the Sukhothai Kingdom era.
"Yes. I bought it with my own money."
Kim releases a deep breath. "How about I buy you a car?"
"Don't wanna. Haven't you experienced Bangkok's traffic?"
Kim shakes his head and when Chay's face is questioning his answer, he says, "I take a chopper if the traffic is dense."
God. Porchay hates rich people. He is so much at the bottom that he just doesn't get them. How Porsche seamlessly fits into that lifestyle is still a mystery to him.
"At least let me buy you a new one. Something better." Something that doesn't break down when riding at 70 km/hour, he thinks sarcastically. It seems his mate has another idea. Kim doesn't get Porchay's allergy to money. Anyone will jump with joy and hurry up to the nearest luxury stores when he or she finds out he or she is mated with a Theerapanyakul, let alone Kimhan Theerapanyakul.
Even Porsche didn't show this much reluctance when Kinn showered him with luxuries.
Tempting, but Porchay doesn't want to be a part of his bike, so he shakes his head. It's not about pride. He likes money like any human, but he loves sentimental things. If he didn't he probably would've moved out of his house. The house is too big for one person but in that house, there are memories of his parents and the old Porsche that he doesn't want to let go of yet.
"Ter," Kim says, his voice is strangely deep, gentle, and quiet. It fascinates Chay. "You're a Theerapanyakul now. No Theerapanyakul will be caught dead in this ... thing," he points to the bike.
"But I'm not a Theerapanyakul. Yet," he adds when he sees the change in Kim's eyes. It becomes dangerous in an instant. "Haven't seen your ring on my finger." He's just being cheeky, wanting to poke fun.
Kim squints. "Don't dare me, Kitt. You know that I can wed you in an hour from now and it will be completely legal and law-binding ironed so much that you can't wiggle your way out to have it annulled or divorce me."
Yeah. Porchay forgets they can do that. So he sheepishly says, "Sorry. I'm just kidding. Look, in terms of logistics and transportation, I want what's comfortable for me."
"And I want what's safe for you!" Kim's voice raises a bit. He begins to dislike Porchay's stubbornness.
"This is safe," Porchay asserts. "Nobody hasn't caught me while riding it!"
"Nobody hasn't caught you yet because Kinn put the best men he got on you," Kim debunks. It's true. Kinn puts the better bodyguards the house has to guard and stalk Porchay, only second best to his own and Porsche. As Kinn and Porsche move as one item, rarely apart from each other, it's not hard to guess the quality of guards that he sent to Chay's side.
Kim wants it too, to be able to not be apart from Chay unless he has to. But seeing Chay's personality, he can kiss that want goodbye.
"Then, it's no problem. Plus we got your men now and I assume you too will put the best for me."
Kim stays quiet for a while, actually liking Chay's assumption. Of course, he will put his best men for Chay. He can get the lesser quality ones as he rarely needs them anyway. But the thought of Chay riding this ridiculous thing still doesn't sit right for him. "It will be ridiculous to see that the guard in a 250 cc bike is guarding someone who rides this."
