The air in the VIP room was heavy with alcohol. Yaz couldn't look away. Not… when that man was standing right there, his red shirt stretched tight across a chest that looked ready to burst through the fabric.
Damn…
'He really liked this one.' Yaz
'No… he wanted him now.'
Ram followed his coworkers into the VIP room, but the second he crossed the threshold, he felt a pair of eyes burning into him. Someone was watching, and they weren't trying to hide it.
Ram looked up.
Blue eyes.
They had been staring at him since the moment he walked in. Ram immediately recognized the blond man.
That guy!?
The one who had sent someone downstairs earlier to ask for his phone number.
A chill crawled up Ram's spine. He quickly lifted the tray and turned to follow his coworkers toward the door, hoping to get out of the room as soon as possible.
"Don't go yet."
The voice came from behind him. Flat. Calm. But the accent was obvious. Yaz's Thai sounded slightly off, like a foreigner who hadn't quite mastered the language.
"I'm not into men."ram
"…"Yaz
Ram stopped and turned around. He said it bluntly, meeting the blond man's gaze without backing down.
Yaz stared at him.
His eyes grew a little glassy. He wasn't used to hearing the word no. The alcohol in his system didn't help either. For a fleeting second, something flickered in Yaz's eyes-something wounded.
Then the smile returned, slow and careless, as if he were stitching his pride back together.
The alcohol had painted a faint flush across his pale face, leaving his expression hazy and dangerously soft. Before Ram realized it, Yaz's gaze had already drifted down, lingering on the way Ram's shirt strained across his chest before returning to his face.
"Five thousand."
"What!?" Ram blinked. His eyebrow twitched, and he could feel the heat rising to his face. What the hell was this guy even talking about?
Yaz let out a low chuckle. The alcohol in his system made his voice slow and careless. "Not enough?"
His gaze drifted lazily over Ram's body before returning to his face.
"Ten thou-!"
CLANG!!!
Ram swung the metal tray with everything he had, catching Yaz square in the temple. The blond idiot dropped like a rock.
Chairs scraped harshly as everyone in the room shot to their feet in shock. For a moment, the whole place erupted into chaos. But not a single one of Yaz's friends stepped forward to help him as he lay unconscious on the floor.
The commotion upstairs quickly brought the club owner running in. The moment she saw her VIP guest lying motionless on the floor, the color drained from her face.
Meanwhile, the blond man's friends quietly slipped out of the room one by one.
Cowards.
They ran off and left the whole mess behind.
In the end, Ram had to dig into his already tiny savings to pay for the damages. And that still wasn't the worst part.
Because now he had another problem.
A big one.
The blond idiot was still unconscious. Ram looked down at him and let out a long sigh.
"…Great"
How was he supposed to know where this guy lived? Which left him with only one choice.
In the end, Ram had no choice but to drag the man back to his own apartment
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