Mafia boss and a Photographer [PondPhuwin]

2. Call for Consciousness for the 2nd time

"Mister, please, Khun Tee." The two men stood at arm's length from him. As they stood up straight, he realized they were incredibly tall, likely over 189 centimeters. Their faces were wide, their bodies large, like those of mixed heritage. Their eyes, a smoky quartz color, were stunningly handsome, especially under the bright lights. Their strong jawlines and faintly visible beards made them even more captivating.

They were handsome, but their air of danger was more intimidating than alluring.

(But the literal translation is : "Handsome is handsome, but the danger seems to be more frightening than embarrassing."  It's not making any sense to me.)

"Your hand must hurt badly if you can't even open it," one of them said in a smooth voice, extending his hand to receive the water bottle.

Petch blinked, still wary, but handed over the bottle.

What struck him most was that he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the person in front of him, yet couldn't quite place him.

"Thank you," Petch said as the man's strong hands effortlessly twisting open the bottle. He accepted the opened bottle, he poured water over his wound, careful to avoid splashing any on the floor.

"That's what happens when you meddle in other people's business," a low, gravelly voice said, with a hint of warning.

He paused, his hand momentarily still. The water stopped flowing for a brief moment before he continued rinsing his wound.

A faint smile played on his lips as he retorted, without thinking,

"True, I really didn't mean to meddle, but I couldn't just leave that kid behind. If I could help, I would," Petch said with a shrug, looking a bit embarrassed as he turned to grab some tissues to gently dab at the wound on his arm.

It looked like just a scratch, but he'd probably need to get a tetanus shot anyway.

"You never think that helping others might get you into trouble?" The half-breed man crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing slightly in disapproval.

"I'm a regular guy, I'm used to it," Petch chuckled dryly, pausing for a moment before speaking to the other man in a softer tone.

"Please don't try to seduce that kid, okay? I don't want him to fight with his partner again. Every time they do, I'm the one who suffers."

The other man's face darkened instantly, his already intimidating face looking even more menacing. His voice was laced with a sharp, aggressive tone, "I always get what I want."

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment, before being broken by Petch's stifled laughter. He choked back his laughter, holding it in until he could calm down.

The owner of the previous sentence looked increasingly annoyed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. I was just taken aback by your sentence," Petch said, letting out another brief chuckle before continuing. "But I never thought anyone would use a sentence like that in real life. So selfish and dictatorial."

The person who was suddenly scolded for being selfish and dictatorial looked even more upset. Their angry expression was unpleasant, forcing him to quickly apologize again.

Petch's wide smile faltered as he thought about his own mischievous nature. "If you really want Ran, why don't you try approaching him nicely? Anyway, those two aren't even dating yet. Aran is still single. We can try going about it the normal way."

Petch tried to change the subject, hoping to divert the bad luck away from himself.

However, the person opposite him still looked stern and upset.