My Chocomallows Cake by ARIE78 (on hold)

Chapter 2

  Mondays were always a contrast to the sluggishness of the weekend. Suddenly, he felt like being home and wouldn't even mind if he got stuck with Phana and Wayo trying to hog his television.

He tied the string of his apron and got to work, eyebrows set in a thin crease.

Chocomallow cafe was a small, popular cafe establishment on the corner of the street off Bangkok. To most people, it served as a fancy relaxing place to take your entire family. People flocked in and out, to get the delicate taste of the cake cuisine after exhausting an entire day in the shopping districts of Bangkok. But to Forth, Chocomallow was 'life'.

Nothing more, nothing less.

His boss was an old friend of his father and appreciative of Forth's skills. Hailing from Chiangmai, Mr Baramee was a keen businessman who'd set the work code and the ethics of Chocomallow. Forth had never met his family before but he doesn't remember hearing of a 'son' raised in the isolation of the countryside. For what reason, he could not comprehend a son would be raised like that.

Great. He was stuck with a country bumpkin.

The 'Dolce' gave him a queer glance, looking concerned.

It had already been 4 years since he started working over there. Yet, if he'd ever cared to look over his shoulder, he'd have noticed the stressed, burnt out auras of his staff who hadn't got a vacation in weeks.

Two years. And he was still as unpopular as the first day he'd joined them.

He was preparing the ingredients for baking cakes, eyes fixed on the chocolate melting in the pan when a waiter walked in to hand him a new order.

He turned around, read the order aloud and watched the others get to work with a loud 'done!'.

Again, if he'd cared to notice, he'd have seen the frown on their faces.

When the restaurant closed at ten, he found himself to be the last person to walk out. He sauntered home, tired and weary. Trying not to think of the impending doom awaiting him.

When was the kid supposed to arrive, anyway?

He reached into his pockets and pulled out a small piece of paper. Unraveling it, he stared at his own hastily written note.

'Arrives at  airport Suvarnabhumi 29th April at 5:00 pm. Age 19. Name-'

He paused in his steps.

Wait.

29th April?

His eyes widened as they quickly snapped to his watch. And realization dawned on him soon enough.

Shit.

Oh shit.

He screwed up. Really bad.

Forth hastened the bag on his shoulder and letting out another curse, broke into a run. He didn't stop until he'd reached the building that housed his apartment.

What should he do? If the kid had arrived at five, then surely he wouldn't still be waiting at the airport... right?
Forth broke into sweat, not wanting to think about it. What if he got kidnapped by the mafia? What if he got enrolled into some cult group or by the drug dealers? What if the cops took him into custody? Did he even know the way around the city? Crap-

He'd reached the door and unlocked it.

He stormed in, with half a mind to call the police himself.

But a strange sight awaited him.

A figure laid curled on his couch- a mess of dark black hair and an arm swung over the eyes. His rundown suitcase lay on the floor next to him.

Forth's eye twitched.

Was this-

He withdrew the tiny slip from his pocket again.

'Arrives at airport Suvarnabhumi. 29th April at 5:00 pm. Age 19. Name: Beam.'

Beam

  In his sleep induced state he weakly acknowledged the sharp thud with which the door slammed, he shifted a little at the sound of boots and peeked through his arms in front. He got up hurriedly at the soft unsure,

"Beam?"

He bowed deeply "Hi! i'm Beam Baramee! Nice to meet you Mr Jaturapom"

The person in front of him bowed slightly, " Ah...Nice knowing you too! I'm Forth Jaturapom! Please call me P'Forth" 

"Ah! Ok P'Forth!" Beam bowed once again but internally his thought went something along the lines of, Whaaaaat? THAT'S HIM? That tanned guy with really fit body but with his not friendly face! I can't believe such a person can shout with my father!"

They stared at each other for a few moments, an awkward silence settling in between them. Forth stepped forward finally breaking the silence.

"I don't have a spare bedroom...but umm I'll set out a blanket for you and then maybe we can do something about a mattress and maybe a bed later."

When Forth had stepped closer, Beam got instinctively attracted to him. He stepped forward in retaliation, nose leading the way. He sniffed a few times at the air around Forth and finally decided that yes, it was Forth that was smelling (as eerie as it sounds) delicious. If he didn't look so worn out Beam might have even tried to eat him.

He was hungry after all. He's been on an empty stomach since morning and he didn't exactly want to raid another's kitchen or fridge ...especially since he hadn't seen him yet. The thought of going over to Phana's house had crossed his mind but he was new and didn't want to impose.

"How did you get in?" It was more like a whimper with Forth craning his neck back as far as possible.

Beam realized that he had subconsciously pressed up against Forth in search of more of that delicious smell. He would have retracted upon realization but he was kind of hungry and it took him a while to process that such a position would probably not sit well with strangers. But before he could actually retract the door slammed open.

"Where's the boy?!?" Ah. Chibi Man. The Chibi man stopped short narrowing his eyes at them and then finally it sank in and he jumped back.

Chibi man smirked, "Forth Jaturapom! You pedophile!"

ARIE78: After hiatus for so long, finally   got an idea to continue this stories. . . Sorry for the late update na 😉. Got in the mood due to SBFIVE event 😂