Episode-3

They ate together in a comfortable silence, stealing shy glances at each other now and then. No rushed words, no pressure—just warmth.

After dinner, Warith helped Kael close the café for the night. Chairs were stacked, lights dimmed, and the familiar space slowly fell quiet.

As they stepped outside, Kael turned to him and asked,

“If you walk me home, what about your car?”

“Don’t worry,” Warith replied easily. “I’ll ask my driver to pick me up from your place once I drop your home.”

Kael smiled at that—soft, hopeful, and just a little afraid of how good this all felt. Too good to trust all this things are real.

As Kael and Warith started walking home, Warith turned to Kael and said,

“Do you know why this street feels safer tonight?"

Kael shook his head.

"Because I'm here," Warith said confidently, then added, "Try not to fall for me too fast, okay?"

Kael burst out laughing.

“I didn’t know the most ruthless CEO knew how to flirt.”

Warith laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. Not giving up, he tried again.

“Okay… look over there for a second.”

Kael turned his head but saw nothing.

“What am I supposed to see—”

Before he could finish, Warith gently lifted Kael's chin and turned his face towards him. Their eyes met.

And suddenly—nothing.

Warith’s mind went completely blank. There is reason why Warith look into Kael's eyes, Kael’s eyes were soft soft hazel brown with gold dust, always too intense, too warm, too distracting. He stepped back in frustration, kicked the air lightly, then turned to Kael again and blurted out,

“That’s exactly why I don’t look into your eyes. Every time I do, I get completely mesmerized and forget what I want to say. It’s all your fault, Kael.”

He pouted dramatically.

Kael, who had listened to everything, laughed softly, shaking his head.

“Get a grip, Khun.” 🤭

But Warith wasn’t ready to give up that easily. He tried again, clearing his throat seriously.

“Do you know what color the sky is?”

Kael glanced at him.

“Obviously black as it's night time,” he replied, while giving Warith an are-you-an-dumb? look.

“No. Wrong answer,” Warith said confidently. Kael looked at him with a confused look.

“It’s hazel brown… with a thunder gaze.”

Kael stopped walking.

For a second, he genuinely thought Warith had finally lost his mind. Then it hit him—

his eyes.

Hazel brown.

Realization sank in, and Joong didn’t know whether he wanted to punch Warith or grab his cheeks and squeeze them until he behaved.

Because this man—this so-called dominant, ruthless CEO—was seriously trying to flirt using high-school-level pickup lines.

And the worst part?

Kael could feel his heart betraying him.

Somewhere between the bad flirting and the earnest effort, he realized he was already starting to fall for this overgrown idiot.

His idiot. 🤭

“Warith, I really like spending time with you—but if you say one more pickup line, you’ll meet my favorite frying pan, okay?” Kael threatened, struggling to hide his smile.

Warith immediately raised both hands in surrender.

“Okay, boss.”

Their playful exchange stirred something deep inside Kael. A memory surfaced—of a time long ago, when he used to take quiet walks just like this with someone, he believed he would be with forever. Someone who made him smile; someone he had fallen for far too deeply.

Kael shook his head, forcing the past away, and pulled himself back into the present.

That was when he noticed Warith carefully trying to hold his hand without making it obvious.

Kael smiled softly. Without hesitation, he slipped his arm through Warith’s and continued walking beside him.

Warith’s heart soared. In the three years they had known each other—and the four months he had spent courting Kael—this was the first time Kael had initiated physical contact on his own.

Kael told himself firmly:

What happened in the past belongs in the past.

He had struggled too hard to survive, to heal, to stand where he was now.

He wouldn’t let old wounds ruin the happiness he was finally allowing himself to have.

While Kael and Warith enjoyed their quiet walk, thousands of miles away, Bangkok—the city that never slept—was rushing as usual.

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