Without the sun, the sunflower has no obligation to stay in Phuket anymore, so it travels through the wind and returns to Phitsanulok. There aren't many reasons for this action when it has only one. Perhaps it's all about hate or love! Regardless of anyone's speculation, the outcome will be Pravat's, because it's him! From now on, in his mind, the flowery breeze is blowing.
As he walks through the crowd, his eyes search for the only thing that belongs to him. He knows where they are staying, but his heart keeps telling him that it's not possible now. Without a certain goal in mind, his legs carry him through the street until a familiar voice is carried by the wind.
Rushing over to where the sound is coming from, he reaches a small bakery where a sweet scent of cinnamon and jasmine has turned into an intense one, alerting him that the omega is in danger. His sharp eagle eye catches sight of Tiwa as the omega runs behind the screen to hide from an intruder alpha.
Before the man reaches his goal, Pravat grabs him by the arm and pulls him to his face. "I don't think he likes you," he growls, placing his hand on the man's throat and squeezing it a little hard to make him understand his statement. "You will be safe if you understand."
The man tries to free his throat, placing his hand on Pravat's, and manages to choke out, "Who are you?" He pushes Pravat away and reaches for a knife on the counter, ready to fight. "I didn't see a mark on that omega's neck, so let me take him."
Pravat looks up with a sickening smile before throwing a punch. He tries to make sense of the situation but is not satisfied. Ignoring the knife in the man's hand, he throws himself at him and punches him fiercely. Despite receiving minor cuts from the knife, Pravat doesn't pay attention to his injuries. He grabs the man by the collar and growls loudly, "You can't see a mark because it's in his heart. It can only be seen by me!"
Pushing the man away, Pravat looks around to see the shocked expressions of the onlookers. He can feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, fueling his courage and determination. Without hesitation, he approaches Tiwa, who is still hiding behind the screen, and grabs him by the wrist.
Tiwa gets off the screen and spritzes pepper spray over Pravat, causing him to stumble back and drop to the floor.
Pravat screams his heart out, clutching his eyes in pain as he feels a burning sensation. His eyes become blurry, and his throat gets irritated while he has difficulty breathing. He crawls and coughs several times, attempting to overcome it, but he is unable to do so.
The pepper spray slips from Tiwa's grip as he realizes who has been affected by it. Despite not intending to harm anyone, he still did. Shock washes over his face as he reaches out toward the alpha's face. "P-Pravat!!"
He knows he has to do something to help relieve the pain. It's his responsibility. Ignoring everything else around them, he embraces Pravat and guides him outside, grabbing a jug of milk on the way. He's confident that it will provide some relief. Holding Pravat close, he gently cleans the alpha's face with milk and whispers comforting words, oblivious to the intense stares from familiar eyes filled with envy and rage.
To try and calm Pravat down, Tiwa decides to do a rare thing that he would never even suggest in his dreams. He knows he will regret it, but he also knows that desperate times call for desperate measures. Taking a deep breath, he turns Pravat into his arms and stares at his handsome face before releasing his scent around him. The delicious scent of cinnamon and jasmine envelops Pravat, providing some relief from his pain.
The effect lasts probably 15 minutes, but still, Pravat seems uneasy, so looking around a little, Tiwa takes him to a nearby park and lets him sit on a bench. The fresh air helps to clear his anxiety and discomfort. By then, Tiwa starts noticing the cuts and wounds on Pravat's face, neck, and hands. He fights the sudden urge to cry, even though he doesn't want to show himself weak.
The drying blood and stains have disappeared, but he knows they still sting. Unconsciously, he reaches his hand out and brushes the wound on Pravat's neck. "Look at you," he says. "You are hurt badly."
Pravat is totally surprised by Tiwa's affection. He hadn't expected any of this. It is the first outward sign of fondness that Tiwa has ever shown him. His fingers are warm and soft wherever they touch, and they linger there for several seconds with the alpha's eyes filled with appreciation and satisfaction. It's what Pravat has begged for a long time.
"Not more than you, baby deer," Pravat smiles, moving his hand to Tiwa's stained cheek and rubbing it.
Tiwa frowns, his heart hurting at the sight. "No, it's not," he continues, staring at the wounds. There are a few on Pravat's fingers, palm, the back of his hand, and wrist. He examines each one, touching it lightly. He blows air into it to keep himself satisfied, despite knowing it's probably too late. He pulls back and holds the hands to his chest, kissing the knuckles.
Reality hits him hard as he realizes the gravity of his actions. Without considering the repercussions, he lets his guard down in front of Pravat. Looking up with wide eyes, he begins to stutter involuntarily before lowering his hands and pulling away. He is once again enclosing himself in his steel cage.
Watching the emotions play over Tiwa's face, Pravat remains silent. Despite the urge to comfort him by rubbing his cheeks, kissing his cherry lips, and hugging his slim body, Pravat refrains from doing so. He decides to give Tiwa some time to free himself from his cage before expressing his affection. All he wants is for Tiwa to be his baby deer, not Jaran's little brother.
With a shake of his head, Tiwa stands up and runs away. It doesn't change the fact that he has feelings for Pravat. Running away won't make those feelings disappear. He knows he will have to face them eventually, whether he likes it or not.
A mischievous twinkle appears in Pravat's dark brown eyes as he can't hold back anymore. A smirk curls on his lips at the thought of his victory. The victory that he has won over his baby deer's heart. "He can run as much as he wants to stay away from me, but in the end, this tiger will chase that baby deer and claim him as my omega. No one can change that!" His smirk grows wider as he thinks about the challenge that lies ahead.