Sunset x Vibes

Chapter 02: Brave and peace peridot.

The mirrored glass above the makeup table reflected the image of Suriyen, who was standing holding a hairdryer. He handed the wet hair to the little person sitting upright, allowing him to dry it. After both of them finished showering and cleansing their bodies in the morning, everything was done and neatly arranged.
"Actually, I can do it myself."
The beautiful pair of eyes glanced at the person standing behind them through the mirror, currently wearing the same clothes from last night. Although the hairstyle that used to be well-set was no longer in place, it still made Salin's heart skip a beat.
So attractive that it hurts.
"Keep your strength for the internship, young one." Suriyen looked at the person in the mirror and smiled. He ran his thick fingers through his soft hair and blew hot air until it dried.
"Oh! Is it almost six o'clock?" Salin exclaimed as he noticed the clock hands on the wall indicating that it was only a few minutes before six in the morning. He hurriedly grabbed his shoulder bag and turned to the tall figure wearing a branded baseball cap, who was getting ready to leave the room just like him.
"I have to leave first."
"I'll drive you. You seem a bit unwell, as if you have a fever. I'll also take you to buy medicine."
"It's okay. I'll just take a taxi back."
"Don't you worry about traffic?" Suriyen raised his eyebrows and asked.

From here to the condominium near Sukhumvit. If we take a taxi back during rush hour like this, it will likely take a long time. But wait, if the tall person said they are going to give us a ride, does that mean they came here on a motorcycle?
"Did you come on a motorcycle?"
"Yes, is that a problem?" Suriyan replied with a sharp gaze.
"Wait a minute, why would I be disgusted to ride on a motorcycle? Just..."
Exactly, right now I feel a bit uncomfortable even walking, if I have to ride a motorcycle back to the condominium for more than ten kilometers. It won't get worse or anything, will it?
"The motorcycle seat is comfortable." The tall figure smiled and tried to ease the small person's worries, thinking about what might be bothering them.
"Um...then please help me, if you don't mind." Salin smiled dryly. "With pleasure, Lin."
They both agreed. Both of them walked out of the hotel room and headed straight to the elevator at the end of the hallway. After a short wait, the elevator opened and Suriyen gestured for the small person to enter first before following behind.
"Is it cold?" The tall figure asked the small person, who was rubbing their arms to keep warm.
Suriyen took off his leather jacket and put it on the person instead, then he gently placed his hand on Salin's forehead to check the body temperature that seemed to be burning hot.
In the morning, when it was time to go wash up, Salin took a long time in the shower, causing the small person to feel uncomfortable. It seemed like their fever was gradually increasing. Suriyen suggested that they should see a doctor before going to the condo.

"I'm sorry.. I'll take you to see a doctor first before dropping you off at the condo." The tall figure apologized, looking at the person with a guilty expression in their sapphire eyes, as if they felt responsible.
"No need, I won't need to see a doctor." Salin waved his hand dismissively. "I have fever-reducing medicine in my room. I don't want to bother you." The face curled up into a sweet smile reminiscent of the smile he used to give his parents.
"Are you being stubborn?" Suriyan's eyes narrowed defiantly. "I am not being stubborn at all."
Before they could continue their conversation, the elevator opened as they arrived at the underground parking lot. Suriyen took hold of the person's wrist and led them towards the motorcycle parking area.
The bright red Ducati motorcycle stood out even from afar, before the owner walked over to pick up a full-face helmet and put it on the small head, as they stood amazed, gazing at the sleek bike.
The office worker was riding a million-baht motorcycle!
The salary of an ordinary office worker is not enough to afford the latest model of a million-baht motorcycle, just enough to survive until next month in this deteriorating economy. It's already considered impressive. But this tall person is dressed in branded clothes and jewelry. And they even have this motorcycle. Could it be...
"Are you laundering money?"
Upon hearing that, Suriyen stood still, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "What is it?"
"Uh, you told me you work in an office, so why do you have a million baht priced motorcycle? And you even use branded items. If it's not illegal business or you're not a gangster, then are you a money collector?" He looked at the person in front of him suspiciously.