"Yes you are." Khao chuckled. "I can see it in your face. It's fine; I'll be moving out soon anyway."
Look liked around the apartment. He has never been to Khao's place, but he was so stylish, even before finding out he was rich, Luke couldn't imagine someone like him living in a neighbourhood such as Nea Seyi. An apartment building with no elevator, barely any parking space, and nearly paper thin walls. Still, Khaotung's apartment was clean, and quite well decorated.
"I'm just wondering why you'd live here, that's all." Luke shrugged. "Considering you can afford much better places."
Khao bit his lip. "My ex and I...He was always iffy about money. He didn't mind me paying for everything, but if it was flashy he would just get upset. I thought small apartment like this wouldn't make him feel like less of a man."
"Your ex sounds like a dick." Luke snorted, looking at the stacked up boxes labeled 'trash'. "So what is all this?"
"Just things I need to get rid off before I fully move out." Khao shuffled the boxes aside, entering the bedroom. "Just some clothes and stuff I don't want. I might donate it or-shit." He cursed when the top box wobbled and fell to the ground, spilling its contents.
"This is pretty; how come I've never seen you wear it?" Luke looked at the lace shirt he picked up.
"Mom sent it to me few months back, but..." Khao snatched it back. "My ex wouldn't let me wear things like that. He'd throw a hissy fit if my shirt was unbuttoned at work. Imagine me wearing a sheer lace..." He picked in the rest of the clothing and placed the shirt back into the box.
"I don't want to imagine." Luke reached for the shirt again, and gently placed it into Khao's hands. "I want you to wear it. Khao...you don't have to make yourself small for me."
"Sometimes, you're just so..." Khao's fingers gripped the fabric tightly. "Fine. But later, when we get to your place. I want lunch now; I'm starving."
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"I miss P'Tung." Ohm groaned as he pocketed the business card and reach for the ice scooper.
"Didn't you swap shifts so you could have a shift with me?" Leng raised an eyebrow. "And now you're complaining."
"I'm not complaining." Ohm flicked some ice against the guy. "I just miss him, that's all. He was a good friend."
Leng shuddered. "You're talking as if he died or something. He's only been gone for like a week."
"But I'm worried about him." Ohm continued, ripping some mint for a mojito a girl has ordered. "He quit on the night we had shift together, and our last conversation wasn't exactly pleasant. I think I hurt him. I think he and his ex broke up because of me."
"Eh?" Leng stared at him in disbelief. "That's bullshit. I've heard from Pond that P'Khaotung and his ex already had some problems for a long time, and that he and bossman were already...you know. So I doubt that you were the reason for his break up."
Ohm wasn't going to push it further by elaborating, but he couldn't shake off the unpleasant feeling. He knew it wasn't his fault First was a dishonest person, after all, he got played by him too, but Ohm hoped this wasn't the end of his and Khao's friendship.
"Boss really has to hire someone new now." Ohm sighed at the end of their shift. Even with his shirt mostly open and his chest and abs showing, he didn't get the same amount of tips as he would with Khao. He was too busy running around as the club filled, which resulted in lack of flirting with customers, and hasty greetings. With Khao around, there was always more charm, more pleasant aura, and it rubbed off on him. "P'Tung is gone, Dunk is lounging with his broken arm, and Pond can't do more than three shifts a week because of school. Boss isn't here either. It's frustrating."
"Yeah well, it's up to the bossman to hire someone. I could ask around, but hey, I don't mind working every day." Leng switched off the overhead lights above the counter and locked the register inside a safe. "Hey by the way, what was the card that hussy gave you?"
"Hussy?" Ohm snorted. Who uses that word in this day and age?
"The guy from earlier, the one with the thick brows and accent. The one that made Dunk crash his skateboard."
"Oh." Ohm pulled the wrinkled card out of his pocket, squinting as he tried to read the letters. "Joong Archen Aydin; premium Raki brewery. Oh, he's an alcohol dealer. Raki...why does that sound familiar?"
"It's Turkish, I think?" Lung shrugged.
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"What was that all about?" Khao chuckled when Luke returned to the bedroom with startled expression.
"Hm?" Luke shook his head. "Nothing, nothing at all."
"I heard you scream like a little girl." Khaotung raised an eyebrow.
"I yelped." Luke huffed. "There was a spider on the toilet handle."
Khao tried hard not to snort and laugh when Luke shuddered and came back to bed. "You know, that was the first time I've heard you speak Japanese."
"I never spoke Japanese to you?" Luke asked, to which Khao just shook his head. "Should I?"
"Yeah, I wanna hear." Khao spoke eagerly. He shivered with anticipation when Luke suddenly came closer and began whispering seductively into his ear. Khao didn't care what the words meant; it was the tone that set the mood, and Luke's warm breath on his neck.
