Love Storm

The Storm Begins

Bang!

A loud explosion came from the front right wheel of Rain’s small car. The steering wheel shook violently as the car scraped against the road.

“Hey! What happened to my baby?!”

Stuck in Bangkok traffic and now with a blown tire, eighteen-year-old Rain felt like his world was ending. He had only passed his driving test three months ago. If his father found out…

“Fuck! Don’t rush me… what should I do first?”

Then he remembered.

Emergency lights.

He quickly pressed the button. The cars behind him began overtaking as he tried to steady the shaking vehicle and slowly move it to the side. Just as he managed—

Pap-pa! Pap-pa!

The rain started pouring heavily.

“Damn…”

Panicking, Rain grabbed his phone.

“Papaaa, help me—”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

He froze.

Outside his window stood a tall man in a black leather jacket, sitting on a huge Ducati bike, helmet covering his face. He looked dangerous. Intimidating.

I’m done for.

The man pointed at the wheel and knocked again.

Rain lowered the window slightly.

“Phii, what’s wrong?”

The man lifted his helmet just enough to reveal sharp, hawk-like eyes.

“There’s a detour ahead. Move your car there. I’ll check the wheels for you.”

“Really?!”

The man nodded once.

Rain slowly drove forward while the biker blocked traffic and turned on his signal to protect him. Watching through the mirror, Rain felt both grateful and suspicious.

What if I get robbed?

But with the rain getting worse and no other choice, he parked at the detour.

The biker parked behind him, turned on emergency lights, then walked over and knocked again.

“Yes, Phii.”

“Your tire’s punctured. Do you have a spare?”

Rain immediately opened the trunk and pointed.

“Can you use it like this, Phii?”

“Have you ever changed a tire before?”

Silence.

“So that’s it,” the man muttered. “Wait in the car. The rain’s getting heavier. I’ll handle it.”

“But—”

“If you stay, you’ll be in the way.”

Rain had no comeback. He sat inside and watched.

With quick, skilled movements, the man lifted the car with a jack like it was nothing. Rain eventually grabbed an umbrella and ran out.

“Even if I can’t help change it… I can hold this. Is there anything I can do?”

The man looked up. His eyes softened slightly.

“Hold this.”

Rain took the helmet.

Now, up close, he noticed everything.

Broad shoulders under the wet leather jacket. Long dark hair tied roughly at the nape. Strong arms tightening bolts with confidence.

So cool.

So manly.

“Thank you very much, Phii. If you hadn’t helped, I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“If you want to drive, learn to take care of your car too. At least know how to solve basic problems.”

“…Alright.”

Soon, it was done.

When the man stood to full height, Rain felt small. But what stunned him wasn’t his height.

It was his face.

Sharp features. Dark brows. Prominent nose. Thin lips. Faint stubble.

“Move back, Nong. I’ll put the tire in the trunk.”

Rain stepped back, staring openly.

“Can I have my helmet back?”

Instead of answering, Rain whispered—

“So handsome…”

The biker paused.

“Thanks for the compliment,” he said calmly, leaning closer to retrieve the helmet. “And I was asking for this back.”

Their faces were inches apart.

Rain’s heart pounded wildly as a faint masculine scent reached him. He didn’t even know why he felt so nervous.

The man stepped back and put the helmet on.

“Don’t throw tires by the roadside again. Go home soon. It’s raining hard—you might get sick.”

Rain nodded quickly.

“Get in the car. I have to go too.”

“Yes! Thank you!”

Rain jumped into the car, still flustered. Through the rearview mirror, he saw the biker watching him. Only when Rain started driving did the man finally move.

The biker raised one hand in farewell before accelerating into the rain.

Rain gripped the steering wheel, face burning.

“Dammit!”

That wasn’t just a man.

That was a storm on a Ducati.

And Rain had just been swept away.

PAYU

RAIN

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The Storm Day

“You’re stupid, did you hear me? That guy was so cool! First, I was scared to death when the tire burst. Then someone knocked on my window. I thought I was cursed or about to get stabbed and robbed. But he was generous, and his skills? Top-notch! He touched it twice and changed my wheel just like that!”

“I freaking heard it,” Sky muttered, eyes still on his manga. “He’s so handsome, a dead cow, a falling buffalo, like a Korean protagonist who fell from heaven.”

“Oh? How do you know?”

“I know because I’ve heard this story three times. Each round you upgrade him. At this rate, that Bike Guy isn’t even human anymore, Rain.”

Young Master Warain pouted and shook the table.

“Sky, you’re an ass. Listen to me!”

“Did you realize you’re annoying?”

“And you realize you’re mean?”

“Well, I am mean. Go tell this story to someone else.”

Rain groaned dramatically. “You’re a terrible friend!”

Sky sighed and finally looked at him properly. Rain was undeniably good-looking—big dark eyes, pale skin, red lips, slim figure. Girls always turned to look at him. But his mouth? Too talkative.

“Fine. Tell me again,” Sky said.

Rain immediately brightened.

“My tire exploded! I thought I was going to the underworld. Then a hero on a white horse appeared. At first I thought he was a bank robber with that helmet. But what robber rides a million-baht Ducati? When he took off the helmet—fuck—so handsome. And when he changed the wheel? So cool. His face was blank like this…”

Sky rested his chin on his hand, listening for the fifth time.

“You were so impressed. Why didn’t you ask for his number?”

Rain froze. “…Why didn’t I?”

Before Sky could tease him further—

“Rain.”

“Ple!” Rain instantly stood up, tail almost wagging.

Ple, the almost-Star of the Architecture Faculty, smiled. Rain had been flirting with her for two months. Failed completely.

“Ple, is there something you want with me?”

“No, I’m here for Sky.”

“Huh?! You’re stealing my crush from behind the kitchen?!”

Sky rolled his eyes. “Ple, what’s wrong?”

“For next month’s event, do you have old document forms? I’m too lazy to ask Phii Som. He’ll scold me again.”

“There should be. Last month I met Phii Phayu, so I got important forms.”

Ple gasped. “You met Phii Phayu?! That Phii Phayu?!”

Rain frowned. “Who is Phayu?”

Both of them stared at him like he had been living under a rock.

“Phii Phayu,” Ple said excitedly, “the one teachers always talk about. Asia Star Award winner. Went to World Star and got second place because he had to help at home. Three-year committee president. University Moon. And most importantly—very handsome!”

Rain felt irritation rise.

“Ple, is your brother gay? Why does he admire him so much?”

The atmosphere turned awkward.

Sky sighed. “If Phii Som is gay, you’re gay first, Rain. You were staring at Bike Guy like you wanted him as your husband.”

“Hey! I just admire him!”

“Well, we’re just admiring Phii Phayu too.”

Ple huffed lightly. “If Phii Phayu dated Phii Som, I’d get him as a brother. Don’t insult him.”

She left.

Sky leaned close and whispered two words.

“Bird. (Rejected.)”

“Damn Sky!”

That Night – The Storm

Rain attended the Code Line gathering despite the raging storm outside. Seniors from many generations filled the pub.

“I don’t drink alcohol, Phii.”

“I’m driving.”

“C’mon, just a little.”

Rain refused politely.

Then the seniors began gossiping.

“He rejected a chief-level salary.”

“He said he didn’t want to be someone’s kid.”

“They call him the Prince of Architecture.”

“Some call him the Architecture God.”

Rain blinked. “Senior, who are you talking about?”

“You don’t know? Phayu.”

The name hit him.

Before he could think further—

Bang!

The pub door swung open as lightning flashed.

A tall figure stepped in, rain dripping from shoulder-length hair. He wiped water from his sharp face. Wet shirt clung to his strong body.

Rain’s heart stopped.

That face.

Those hawk eyes.

“Let’s applaud Khun Phayu for bringing the storm with him!”

Phayu.

Storm.

Same meaning.

Rain shot up and slapped the table.

“You are Phayu!”

All eyes turned.

Their gazes met.

“Yes. My name is Phayu. What’s yours?”

Rain’s world collapsed.

He doesn’t remember me.

Three minutes later, Rain was silently dying of embarrassment.

But when Phayu glanced at him again, those sharp eyes lingered.

Rain’s heart betrayed him.

Don’t look at me like that.

He wanted to hate him. Instead, he felt shy.

Later, Rain tried to approach him—but seniors surrounded Phayu. Ple clung to him like a gecko.

Rain rolled his eyes. “Rhinoceros.”

Eventually he gave up.

“He doesn’t remember me. What’s the point of thanking him? Let’s go home.”

Outside – Again

Rain started his car.

Clack… knock.

Dashboard lights flashed red.

“No… no no no.”

The engine wouldn’t start.

Rain hit the steering wheel. “Unlucky! I have no luck with cars!”

His parents were in Europe. He was alone.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Rain turned.

Hawk eyes.

“Phii Phayu!” He opened the door happily. “The car broke down! It was fine before but now it won’t start. Please help me!”

Phayu looked calm.

“I understand.”

“Yes?”

A small smile appeared.

“Nong Rain, right?”

Rain froze.

He remembers me.

“Yes. My name is Rain.”

And outside, the storm raged again.

Compensation

The rain had been pouring for hours, hitting the umbrella so hard it felt like the sky was breaking apart. But Rain barely heard it.

Not after what Phayu just said.

The warmth that brushed against his cheek earlier felt louder than the storm itself.

“I definitely heard wrong…” Rain muttered, gripping the umbrella tighter.

Phayu had already opened the hood and was checking the engine calmly, as if he hadn’t just said something that made Rain’s brain malfunction.

Rain stood there in disbelief.

“Radiator’s leaking. And from the sound, the starter’s got a problem,” Phayu said casually. “You’ll have to park here. No garage will tow in this storm. You’ll have to wait until morning… if Bangkok doesn’t flood.”

Rain’s heart dropped.

He didn’t even know a garage.

“So, I’m leaving.”

“Wait!” Rain rushed forward and grabbed Phayu’s hand instinctively. “Don’t leave me like this!”

Phayu looked down at the hand gripping him.

Rain immediately let go.

“Phii… do you know any garage? Someone who can take the car now?”

Phayu rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “There is one. It’s expensive. Can you afford it?”

“Okay!” Rain answered confidently, thinking of his father’s credit card.

A faint smile touched Phayu’s lips before he pulled out his phone and made a call.

“Garage is coming.”

Rain almost sighed in relief.

See? He misunderstood earlier. Phii Phayu isn’t flirting. He’s just kind. Handsome. Cool. Helpful.

That’s all.

Not long after, a large forklift arrived. Rain watched nervously from inside the car until Phayu stepped out to talk to the driver.

“I’ll wait in the car. Call me when it’s here,” Phayu had said earlier.

He stayed.

Rain’s chest felt lighter.

“Come down,” Phayu called. “It’s handled.”

“So what do I do?”

Phayu gave him a look that clearly said, Why are you asking?

Rain stepped back obediently while the car was loaded.

“Phii Phayu… how do I contact the mechanic?”

“Go with him. Do the paperwork.”

“Now?!”

Phayu looked at him.

“…Now is fine.”

“But how do I go?”

Phayu jerked his thumb toward a seven-seater.

“You’re sending me?” Rain blinked. “No, I can’t trouble you more. I’m considerate.”

“If I’ve already wasted time, a little more doesn’t matter.”

Ouch.

Rain scratched his cheek.

“There are two options,” Phayu said calmly. “Take my car. Or go with the garage guy.”

Rain turned.

The garage man smiled, revealing two missing teeth.

Rain swallowed.

“I choose the third option. I’ll take a taxi.”

Phayu chuckled softly. “In this rain? At midnight? You’ll wait alone here? I read news recently. A student was murdered in the next alley. Dismembered. Blood everywhere…”

Rain grabbed his sleeve instantly.

“Phii Phayu, please send me. I’ll pay respect!”

The Garage

When they arrived, Rain froze.

“This… is your garage?!”

“Yeah. Didn’t I tell you?”

“You didn’t say a word! My heart almost stopped!”

The garage was huge, filled with sports cars and superbikes lined neatly.

Rain quickly filled out paperwork.

“When it’s repaired, we’ll call you,” the staff said.

“And if I call to ask?”

Phayu handed him a business card.

Rain secretly wished it was his personal number.

“So, I’m going back—”

“Follow me.”

“Follow where?”

Phayu walked upstairs without waiting.

Rain hurried after him. “Why do I have to run while you just walk?!”

Phayu stopped suddenly.

“Ouch!” Rain bumped into his back.

“If I don’t stop, how do I unlock the door? Come in.”

The room was simple. A bed. A wardrobe. A small table.

“My room when I stay at the garage.”

Phayu handed him a towel and clothes.

“Go shower. You’ll get sick.”

Rain hesitated, remembering the murder story.

“I’m scared.”

“When you’re done, we’ll talk about the cost.”

“Oh. Then I’ll shower quickly.”

After the Shower

When Rain stepped out, he almost forgot how to breathe.

Phayu had showered too.

He wore knee-length shorts and a black tank top. Wide shoulders. Strong arms. Damp hair falling over sharp eyes.

Dangerously handsome.

Heart-shakingly sexy.

“Thank you for letting me use the bathroom.”

Phayu looked up, then patted the bed beside him.

“Sit.”

Rain walked over without thinking.

Suddenly—

Swipe.

Phayu pulled a towel over his head.

“Dry your hair. You’ll get sick.”

Rain stiffened.

It was too close.

Too warm.

Phayu’s forearm rested near his shoulder. The scent of clean soap filled the air.

“If it hurts, tell me,” Phayu murmured softly near his ear.

Rain felt goosebumps rise instantly.

His heart was beating too fast.

“And… you’re too close, Phii.”