The sun rose gently over the city, spilling gold across the Kim family restaurant. The scent of sizzling spices, freshly baked bread, and roasting meats filled the air as Karan moved expertly between stations, his hands a blur of precision and grace. Korn was perched on a stool near the counter, munching on a croissant, and laughing at Karan's exaggerated chef antics.
"Stop pretending you're some genius chef!" Korn teased, throwing a small piece of bread at him.
Karan caught it mid-air, smirking. "Excuse me, young master? I *am* a genius. Remember who's running this kitchen while Dad's on a business call?"
"Yeah, yeah… genius," Korn snorted. "But you still can't beat me in a marshmallow fight."
Laughter erupted as Nova and Lusi joined in, teasing Karan for being so serious while Korn dominated in playful antics. The restaurant, bustling with morning customers, seemed alive with joy, but Karan's mind occasionally flickered to **Arthit**.
He hadn't seen him since that night by the beach. Every time he thought of him, he felt warmth and a strange fluttering in his chest — a mixture of longing, confusion, and desire. But he pushed it aside, focusing on his work, college studies, and perfecting his recipes.
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Meanwhile, at the same college campus across the city, **Arthit** was busy with business strategy projects. His fiancée, Arshiya, was out for a photoshoot, and he used the free time to concentrate on his plans — yet, despite the busy schedule, his mind wandered to Karan constantly.
*He's so focused, so passionate… so alive,* Arthit thought. *I need to be there. I need to see him, even from afar.*
That evening, Arthit decided to drop by the restaurant under the pretense of business errands. He wanted to see Karan without drawing too much attention, but fate had other plans.
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The restaurant buzzed with energy as Karan plated a signature dish for a returning VIP customer. Suddenly, he felt a presence near the counter.
"Excuse me… Karan?"
He looked up, blinking. His eyes met Arthit's. Calm, confident, and impossibly magnetic as always. A shiver ran down his spine.
"Arthit," Karan said softly, trying to maintain composure, his hands still working. "You… uh… what are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd drop by… see how the famous chef is doing," Arthit said smoothly, his lips curling into that faint, irresistible smile that always made Karan's heart skip.
Karan coughed, nearly burning his fingers. "I… we're… busy right now. Orders…" He waved vaguely at the bustling kitchen, trying to sound nonchalant.
Arthit leaned closer, lowering his voice. "I only came to see *you*, Karan. Just for a moment."
Karan's pulse quickened. "You… just… me?"
"Yes," Arthit said simply, his gaze intense. "I want to see how you work, how you lead, how you shine… without anyone else around."
Karan felt heat rise to his cheeks. "You… you're impossible."
"And you," Arthit countered softly, stepping slightly closer, "are irresistible. I can't look away."
For a moment, the kitchen and customers faded into background noise. Only the two of them existed — a space full of tension, unspoken emotions, and the simmering fire of desire neither wanted to admit openly.
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Later, when the restaurant quieted down after the dinner rush, Karan found himself on the balcony, staring at the city lights. Arthit appeared again, casual, as if he belonged there.
"Karan…" he began softly, stepping closer. "I can't stop thinking about you."
Karan swallowed, heart racing. "Arthit… we… we shouldn't. You have your life, I have mine. And…" He paused, looking away, "I don't want to interfere with… your plans."
Arthit's hand brushed lightly against Karan's. "Stop thinking like that. I *don't* want the plans. I want you."
Karan's breath hitched. "You… can't just say that…"
Arthit's voice dropped, intimate, almost a whisper. "Watch me."
Before Karan could respond, Arthit pulled him gently into a deep, lingering kiss. The heat, the intensity, the quiet passion overwhelmed him. His hands gripped Arthit's shoulders, then hesitated, then moved to entwine with Arthit's fingers.
"I… I can't…" Karan breathed, torn between resisting and surrendering.
"Shh… don't fight it," Arthit murmured, his forehead resting against Karan's. "Just feel it… feel me. I'm yours, if you let me be."
Karan's resolve wavered. The emotion, the longing, the undeniable pull of desire, and love — everything collided in that single, intimate moment. "I… I don't know what I'm feeling…"
"Then feel me," Arthit whispered, pressing a soft, deliberate kiss against Karan's lips again, letting the warmth of his hands, his heart, and his presence guide him. "I'll take care of everything else. I only want you."
Karan's breath shuddered. Finally, a small, trembling laugh escaped him. "You're… impossible… you know that?"
Arthit smiled, soft, victorious. "And yet… you can't resist me."
Karan's cheeks flushed, but a small, genuine smile broke through his uncertainty. "Maybe… maybe I can't."
They stood there for a long while, wrapped in the intimacy of the moment, hearts syncing, breaths mingling, and the city lights sparkling like stars around them. Outside, the world carried on, but in that small balcony, nothing else existed — only the fire between two souls who had finally acknowledged the truth.
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Meanwhile, in the restaurant below, Korn, Nova, and Lusi laughed and teased each other, completely oblivious to the quiet, romantic storm unfolding above.
"Hey, Karan!" Korn called from below, "come on, time for a marshmallow fight!"
Karan turned toward the laughter, smiling softly at his brother. Arthit's hand brushed his back gently. "Go," he murmured. "I'll be right here when you return."
Karan's heart swelled. "I… I'll be back," he whispered, his thoughts full of warmth, longing, and the undeniable bond they had just begun to explore.
And somewhere, in the quiet of the city night, their hearts silently promised — this was only the beginning.
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End of Chapter 12 — Secrets Between Laughter and Flames