Pravat curls and uncurls his fingers, feeling a surge of anger that makes it hard to think straight. The desire to fight and explode with emotion consumes him, urging him to release the pent-up frustration. "I should kill Jaran for hurting Tiwa. How dare he be? He hurt my baby deer and told it in front of me like nothing. Also, he blamed me for his stupidity. I should teach him a lesson and make him regret putting his hands on Tiwa."
He is too involved in his own world to care about his surroundings. Before he can even realize what has happened, he is pushed back against the wall, his body awkwardly twisting, with one shoulder pressing on the hard surface and the other being gripped by Jaran's massive hand.
Jaran grits his teeth; his anger is palpable. "Did you think I would let you go?" he snarls. "I will kill you. I will break each of your bones and feed them to the dogs." He raises his fist, ready to strike, but Tiwa intervenes, holding his wrist.
Pravat licks his lips, eyes darting between Tiwa and Jaran. An eerily calm laughter escapes his lips as he observes Jaran's reaction. It looks funny, and he believes no one can be against him if they witness it. The way Jaran stares blankly at Tiwa in confusion, not having any idea about what the younger one is thinking, is quite embarrassing. He wonders how Jaran can call himself a great brother to Tiwa.
Just then, Decha appears with his brother Faisol and breaks the tension between them. The manager takes in the situation and glares at them for entertaining the crowd with their stupidity. It makes sense because he knows where this leads, even if they don't care. "Follow me," he orders while going to the farthest room in the corner without giving them a second glance.
Jaran fumes and shoots a fierce look at Pravat, channeling all his anger through his expression in an instant. "It's not the end!" he declares defiantly.
"I know," Pravat smirks and pushes Jaran away before following the manager to the other room. He knows exactly what he's doing, and he's not afraid to show it.
The room falls silent, a palpable tension hanging in the air. Pravat takes a seat and waits for Faisol to break the silence, but he remains quiet, waiting for the others to join before revealing his frustrations. Pravat's gaze sweeps the place until he spots the bandmates entering through the front door, each taking a moment to steal themselves for whatever is about to unfold. He pays little attention to the others; his focus is solely on the one who enters last.
"Everyone is here," Faisol says once the door is locked. "I don't want to talk much. Even if I do, it will waste my time," he says as he takes a deep breath and puts his rage under control. He glances at them and wraps his arms around his chest while expecting something. "Care to tell what is going on here."
No one is saying anything, so he forces Jaran to speak up, but it seems like it's all in vain. The grumpy alpha remains silent and instead chooses to glare at Pravat since arriving.
Faisol rubs his forehead, appearing as if he has a headache. The crease between his eyes seems deeper than before. He looks tired and clearly does not understand the situation. His jaw is clenched as he tilts his head toward Pravat, giving him an exhausted glare. "Are you going to say something or stay silent like Jaran?" He asks.
"I will never be like Jaran." Pravat snaps out and shifts his focus to Tiwa, staring at him intently as he speaks the truth. "Listen to me, manager. Jaran hurt my mate!"
Upon hearing that, Jaran shoves everything out of his way and makes a beeline for Pravat. "Who is your mate, idiot?" He growls, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up from the chair. "Tiwa is not your mate. He may-" His words halt in his throat when Tiwa moves to his side quickly and covers his mouth. It's when he realizes what he said a minute ago.
His eyes widen in horror as he averts his gaze from Pravat and looks toward Tiwa, who is having trouble facing the situation. He releases his grip on Pravat's collar and steps back slowly, taking Tiwa's hand and squeezing it. Nothing is going to hide the fact that Tiwa is Pravat's mate; however, anyone tries.
Not paying attention to anyone, the two siblings nod at each other and leave the room. It's as if no one else is there. People believe they are egoistic and disrespectful, leading them to leave. However, this isn't true. They are simply not able to cope with situations that have gotten out of hand and cannot handle the consequences of their actions.
A smirk curls on Pravat's lips as he revels in the satisfaction of knowing how to deal with the situation. In his mind, he alone has the power to dictate what holds importance in his life. The meaning of everything rests solely on the significance he assigns. With a shrug of his shoulders, he glances at the remaining people before exiting the room.
As he walks down the hallway, Kasem Panthong, a member of 'Nightless City of Music', suddenly joins him and puts an arm around his shoulders. Pravat jerks away, slipping the arm off his shoulders. He does not want to be associated with another band, but sensing that something is off, Pravat slows his pace and waits for him to make a move. As expected, the other alpha approaches again, but this time keeps a distance.
"Hi, I guess you know me," Kasem says, watching Pravat's expression carefully from the corner of his eye.
Pravat nods, but his expression remains ambiguous.
"Hmm… I guess we have the same problem. We are working hard and doing our best, but the problem assumes they are smarter and better than us. The reasons are their egos and people's madness," Kasem says, bringing up his bother that Pravat is well aware of. "If we break those, they will never get up."
Pravat asks finally, "Really?"
"Of course. If we play the cards right," Kasem replies with a confident smirk. "Every problem has a solution. How to solve it is up to us. There is nothing good or bad about it. Success—that's the one and only. Let's focus on their weakness, keep our heads down, and wait for the right opportunity to strike. We can't let their arrogance and pride bring us down."
Pravat listens, his mind only partially focused on the conversation. When he hears a familiar name mentioned, his gaze sharpens, and he understands that there is something more at play. "Mhm," he responds with a hum, shaking his head slightly with a grunt.
Kasem slips a card inside Pravat's jacket and pats him on the back before saying, "Well, see you later. If you have any needs, you can call me, okay? Now you know how to reach me, Pravat." He smiles and heads over in the direction where the interviewer is.
Pravat recalls Kasem's words carefully and ponders over them. His hand instinctively goes into his jacket to discard what's slipped inside, but he hesitates, realizing that it may be useful at some point. He believes that everything has a purpose and that nothing is truly useless. Perhaps its current usefulness may not be apparent, but it will come in handy eventually.