“But all I have is my school bag. I don’t have anything that most people need for a trip.” Heart said incredulously, surprised by Saint.
Saint smiled. “Anything you need I can get you, no problem. I doubt you need anything specific that can’t be bought.”
“There might even be some things you need that money can’t buy. I can take care of those too.” Saint winked. Heart leaned back, grimacing and clutched his seat belt tight.
Saint noticed and made this soft sort of heavy strangled sound.
“You are trouble, so much trouble.” Saint sighed.
Heart sucked in his bottom lip pouting unsure what he had said or done, other than ignoring Saint’s clear advances.
Instead, he reached forward and clicked the button for the radio.
The sounds trickled into the car and Heart smiled at the radio station it was tuned to. It was 107.5 his favorite. It played both classics and newer songs and always had a great mixture on at all times of the day.
‘Saint likes the same radio station as me? That’s cute. I never would have thought we had something in common.’ Heart smiled at the thought.
“What are you doing?” Saint looked over at him.
“Huh?”
“Aren’t you going to attach your phone so it can sync over to your playlist?” Saint asked, confused.
“Oh, you don’t listen to this radio station? It’s not on this channel cause you like it?” Heart asked.
Saint laughed.
“No, this is the channel that it clicks onto originally before switching over to the phone connection. Who listens to the radio nowadays except old people?”
“Ahhh, Right.” Heart nodded his agreement feeling too stupid to say anything else.
“What?… Wait? Do you like this channel?”
“No, no I have just heard stuff on it before, you know my sister driving me to school and stuff. She is older, so she likes that kind of stuff.” Heart lied.
Saint chuckled and reached his hand over.
Heart moved back while watching Saint from the corner of his eyes.
“You ride to the school on a bus. Just admit you like it, it’s cute.” Saint’s finger and thumb grabbed a hefty chunk of Hearts chubby cheek pinching the soft pink flesh.
It was light enough that it didn’t hurt, but was just slightly uncomfortable until he pulled on it lightly.
Heart turned to look at Saint displeased.
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The roads were filled with as many rainbow colored taxis as there were regular vehicles. Pink, Blue, Red, Green, Yellow, they all whizzed past the vehicle like a skittle box thrown across your face. Heart leaned back and closed his eyes. The motorway was nothing new and was nice to watch here or there. He sighed.
The car hummed gently the sound of the radio playing in the background quietly.
A part of him wanted to open his eyes to watch Saint. ‘Open your eyes. Just watch him from under your lashes. He won’t know. He might look at you too.’
Heart realized that was a stupid thought. He would watch the road, or they would crash.
He sighed, that made him slightly sad. He wanted his attention on him. Part of him lurched at the thought. ‘When did that start? When did I start searching for him? When did I start hoping he was looking for me at me? Wanting me? When did I start feeling this way?’
‘Why am I so attracted to him?’
Heart felt a tap on his shoulder and opened his eyes.
“I tried waking you, you dozed off there for a second. We are here now.”
Heart looked out the window at the Suvarnabhumi Airport and nodded, then stretched.
Saint held the car door and pre-offered a hand.
Heart blinked up at him sleepily.
“Take my hand?” Saint said gently. The wind blew his longer hair, causing the bangs he normally had swept back to fall gently into his eyes, a few pieces moving softly back and forth.
Heart gulped, not trusting it.
He pushed off the seat and got up, Saint’s hand hit into his chest as he stood on his own. Saint narrowed his eyes glaring at him in response.
Heart opened the back door and grabbed his backpack, ignoring Saint.
He turned back around and was startled by the arrival of a young, beautiful girl wearing a sharp yellow blazer and a black skirt with black heels. She smiled politely. Her cheeks dimpled from the pressure.
“Hi, I am Lucy. I will take you inside today. Please follow me. A porter will see to your bags from the trunk.” Her soft, melodic voice was polite.
Heart sighed, realizing that he was being dragged somewhere unserpetuitously again.
The girl took us through all the hustle and bustle of the airport fast tracking us right to the check-in counter within minutes.
A middle-aged woman, with a deep, heavy brow, a gentle smile and long dark hair swept up into a tight bun. Sat behind the small blue counter next to the conveyor belt wearing all purple.
Lucy handed over all the relevant documents and Heart sucked in his lip and gulped.
“Saint I don’t have any of my stuff for travel.” Heart said worried.
Saint smiled.
“You really are slow. You are just realizing this now?” He shook his head, but reached out and pat Heart’s hair gently leaving his hand there in the soft fluff.
“I had Kit pick them up from your sister.”
Heart sighed with relief.
“You’re such a kid.”
Heart blinked up at him, realizing he hadn’t stopped petting his hair.
Heart looked down at the ground as a warm feeling rushed through his skin like a gentle sunburn that spread and ached in different places awkwardly.
Saint’s hand dropped from his head and the girl behind the counter spoke up.
“There are two of you Mr. Saint Wan Nitpattanasai and Mr. Heart Kritsana Chitphentom, but there are only bags for you Mr. Saint did we miss some bags here?” She asked.
The girl turned to Heart and smiled sweetly.
“Do you not have any additional baggage you would like to claim?”
Heart turned to her and blinked, then said with honesty.
“I brought him along with me, does that count?”
Lucy giggled softly beside them covering her mouth with her hand so as not to be rude. The older lady smiled and looked at Saint.
“Mhhhmmm it seems like it should, doesn’t it?”
Heart smiled.
“No, I didn’t bring anything with me, just my backpack I will take with me on the flight.” He answered.
The girl nodded before handing back the necessary documents to Lucy, who took them and motioned for them to follow her. She kept a slight distance in front of them as if to give them some space.
Heart noticed Saint was walking slower than usual, almost matching pace with his shorter legs. He wondered if it was to scold him.
Lucy took us down some flights of stairs and halls past the noise and bustle. Then stopped in front of a silver doorway, above it was the words class lounge.
She handed the papers to the lady at the desk, who had given it to a man behind the desk through the automatic door, and he processed us through. The whole process was fast and accommodating.
“Alright, I hope you two have a wonderful flight and I will see you guys again at the end of your trip.” She bowed slightly then left.
Heart could tell Saint was watching him and wondered if he had upset him with his earlier comment since Saint hadn’t said a word since he had goofed off at the desk.
Heart walked into the lounge and headed for the closest pair of empty chairs that looked like comfortable havens he could sink into.
He plopped down with a sigh of relief and dropped his bag to the floor, then closed his eyes for a second, letting all the stress of the day melt away from him. A part of him refused to relax as it waited for Saint to snap at him for his snarky comment, for being waspish and losing his temper back there.
“I can feel your eyes on me. Am I Khanom Buang, are you going to eat me?” Heart asked, dying to make that berated feeling inside him stop.
“I just might.” Saint’s voice purred happily and Heart opened his eyes to look at him blinking with surprise.
“What?”
Heart sat up surprised at Saint’s tone, at his reaction when he had just called him baggage to some strangers.
“So you want to claim me, do you? Normally, I believe very strongly that no one will ever own me. It’s how I was raised. The Nitpattanasai family never loses power to anyone. But for you, the idea isn’t half bad.”
“What part of me do you want to claim?”
Heart raised an eyebrow and fell back against the chair.
“You are unbelievable. That’s what you got from me calling you baggage?”
Saint didn’t respond and Heart stroked the arm of his chair with his fingertips. The smooth reddish brown suede like fabric felt nice.
“That sounds lonely though.” Heart said gently while staring up into Saint’s face. Saint had turned to peer out the window for a moment when his head turned back his eyes were sharp and distrusting.
“If life were easy to live, there would be no challenge, no reason to rise to an occasion. There would be no need for betterment.”
Heart nodded, “But all those things you can’t do completely alone.”
“Who says you can’t?” Saint asked.
“You can but it’s rather difficult to do. It would create pain.”
Heart looked up at Saint. Saint sniffled after a moment, then stood up.
“Ah, I think I will grab something to eat over at the restaurant part.” He shoved his hands in his pockets of his black dress pants and then walked off.
Heart clicked his phone on and the screen lit up with a picture of his sister Min and an echo of pain ran through his body a tight lump in his chest, almost unbearable when he thought of the loss.
“For the first time since meeting you I think I can understand you Saint. And I wish I could take away your pain, because I know just how bad it feels to hurt that way.”
Two wounded souls.
Not knowing Saint past keeps me on my toes.
Awe yes. His past is something that is just… Well you will have to read ti for yourself. It’s just. sigh…
Wow, love where this is going!!!
Awe thank you! That is high praise indeed.