Chapter 3: Krist as a Ger 1.1
"How is it?"
Krist frowned in concentration as he double checks the applied concealer on his cousin's chest to hide the red mark or 'Zhushi Zhi' which indicates that Gun is not a man but a Ger. Not convinced that the mark is fully concealed, he applied another layer on it and on its surrounding area for blending.
This world's Gun look exactly like the Gun he knows in his world. The only difference is that Gun is his cousin and he is not as playful as the Gun he knows.
"You're all set."
Gun nodded his head and turned to Krist.
"We need to get another set of your concealer, Krist. The ones of your shade were harboured by Off's ex-girlfriend. Let's order online or drop by the mall later."
Krist almost rolled his eyes. This situation is the reason why that pervert Park found out that he is a Ger. He needs to be doubly careful than the original Krist so he won't make the same mistake. Since he has the original's memory up to the point when his identity was found out, he simulated identical conversation shared by the original Krist and Gun.
"I really don't understand why Off needs to hide your relationship. Why doesn't he introduce you to his parents and tell them that you are a Ger? They'd be more than ecstatic to have you in their family."
Gun sighed. "He has his reasons and I respect them. Now, since you don't have your concealer, use my shade for the meantime. Make sure to blend it well since the mark on your neck is redder and in a more conspicuous place. Okay? I'll go now." After his reminders, Gun left.
Hearing the telltale sound of Gun's motorcycle leaving, Krist stretched and prepared for his day as well. It is 8am and his shift starts at 9:30. He still has 45 minutes to finish his daily morning routine, 30 minutes to travel and remaining 15 minutes to review his set duties as a par-timer. At the age of 23, This world's Krist is a Ger undergrad who works full time as a barista in a cafe and a part-timer as a companion for Bas. Bas in this world is a rich man's only child who happens to be a Ger like him and his cousin Gun. Although powerful families are fighting each other over Gers, Bas in simply untouchable because of his father who owns the biggest automotive empire in Thailand.
Unlike Bas who is really lucky, this is not the same for Krist and Gun. The cousins were stowed away by en elder of their small village in their rural village back when he was 13 years old in fear of being kidnapped or killed by armed men who visited neighbouring villages in search for Gers. From 11 Gers, only Krist and Gun survived the exhaustion and stress of travelling from one place to another. When Krist was 17, the elder who saved them died of heart disease right after they arrived in the city. Gun was 19 at that time and since he was of legal age, he was able to register himself and Krist as well as take on odd jobs before they lived off their savings. Krist has been living in poverty for so long that climbing the social ladder by selling himself off as a Ger to the highest bidder never occurred to him.
For some reason, Krist agrees with the original body's owner decisions and pities him for the life he had. Since the original's life was hell before and after he met Park and lost his chance to be with Singto, he promised to make this body live a very fulfilling life with the man he loves.
The shop was open when he arrived. Toota, his coworker greeted him with a smile while handing a cup of coffee to a customer. Krist greeted back and discreetly went to their dressing room to change. When he's done, he went inside the counter and started taking orders and making drinks.
"Krist bring this to the VIP room. Make sure not to make eye contact with anyone and take their orders for breakfast efficiently. Toota bring this and go with Krist but don't open your mouth." Their boss, Knott, handed a notepad and pen to Toota. "Let Krist do the talking and handing of drinks. God knows what those businessmen are doing in that room but I sure don't want to mess with any of them. Be as quiet and respectful as you two can, okay?"
Krist nodded his head.
Toota on the other hand asked a question. "Who is in the VIP room, boss?"
Knott unhappily grunted: "Singto Prachaya Ruangroj and his men."
"Rua-Rungroj as in the Ruangro-"
"Yes. That Ruangroj. His secretary dropped by to get a cup of ice coffee last week and one of you made it too well that he wants to taste it again. Since they were looking for a place to hold a meeting, they decided to do it here. The man basically owns our livelihood so I obliged even without prior notice. My business is in your hands so. . .be very careful."
Krist acted like he was really surprised. It was a good thing that he is an actor by profession so he did not find it hard to show emotions as needed in different situations. Deep inside, he is looking forward and dreading getting inside the conference room.
In this world, Prachaya Ruangroj known better as Singto is the only son and current president of the world's largest food producer-transporter company. Ruangroj Business Inc. doesn't only include transportation of ingredients and food products. It also includes producing all kinds of raw, sensitised, processed food and beverages, making food products in the market, as well as a chain of well-known restaurants. Knott saying that Singto basically owns their livelihood is not an exaggeration at all. Anyone in the food business bows down to the name 'Ruangroj'.
The original's crush for the older male sprang when he saw one of his interviews. Saying he was starstruck is an understatement. The man screams sexy! But that was not the only reason why the original developed his crush. The second Singto opened his mouth and shared his views regarding the dwindling population and about the allocation of remaining Gers, he became a fan. The original has never met anyone before who has said what Singto did in that interview.
". . . . .Toota. Don't do anything stupid. You may go now."
Only the last part of what Knott said went through Krist's ears. With a nod, he carried a tray himself. Krist knocked and entered the room when he heard an 'enter'. Carefully, he placed his tray on the table and started handing out the drinks without making eye contact.
Having the memories and skills of the original helped Krist a lot. To be honest, he has no idea what a barista does.
"The hot chocolate is mine, pretty."
Krist didn't bother to respond to the other man's blatant flirting and instead of handing the next drink which is a latte, he placed the hot choco in front of the man in dark grey suit. The man is Park and he will not risk attracting his attention at all cost unlike the original who became flustered at being called pretty in front of his crush.
When he is done serving the drinks, Krist respectfully bowed down before asking: "Can I now take your order for breakfast?"
The same flirty voice answered him. "Sure. I'll have you for my breakfast, pretty."
At the response, Krist cursed in his mind. He is getting annoyed at Park but the original doesn't have a temper like his and is known for being sweet and patient. Krist breathed through his nose inconspicuously to calm his nerves and bravely raised his eyes to look at the man who was making him uncomfortable only to meet a pair of arresting eyes. A pair of dangerous onyx eyes met his gaze and he imagines himself having a stare-off with a lion. The same eyes his Singto has but more. . . Fierce. Totally mesmerised and scared, Krist instinctively averted his gaze while feeling his ears heating up which is the telltale sign of his embarrassment.
Krist cleared his throat. "We have different breakfast sets. But if you have a specific meal in mind, our chef can whip it out for you."
"I said I'll have you fo-"
"We'll have all the breakfast meal sets. Make sure it is good to share between ten people. Bring me a cup of ice coffee and a clubhouse sandwich." A familiar voice cuts in.
Krist bit his lower lip and tightened his hold on the tray to stop himself from looking up again. He knows Singto is looking at him. Damn! He can literally feel his hot stare.
"Singto the little waiter is-"
"Park you can flirt with anyone anytime except when you are with me especially during working hours. That little waiter you are hitting on is uncomfortable and he is a man." Singto cuts the irritating man off again.
Park scoffed. "No man has such smooth skin and pretty face. I say he is a Ger."
Before anyone can respond Krist decided to leave the room. The situation is starting to reflect that of the original's memory.
"If there is nothing else, we shall take our leave." Krist lowly bowed down again.
"Your friend can leave but you shall stay." Park ordered.
Toota pinched him again before leaving the room. Krist closed his eyes to compose and relax himself. In his memory, the original thought that everything will be fine since it was not the first time that someone noticed his looks and outrightly claimed that he is a Ger. With his looks, he cannot blame them. The original has tried doing manly jobs like carrying heavy sacks for inventory and playing sports like basketball to build muscles but doing so did not help much. He has gained muscles but his physical features are still too eye catchy and 'beautiful' to be that of a man. What gave the original away was that Park noticed the uneven skin tone on his neck and asked him to wipe it with a wet tissue. Of course, Krist wisely dropped by a convenience store before going to work to buy a concealer of his shade. It took him three stores before he found the correct one and carefully blended it well with his natural skin.
"So, are you a Ger?" Park asked
Without answering, Krist unbuttoned his shirt. Gers usually have their mark on their face or anywhere in their upper body which can be easily spotted by anyone. The easier it is spotted, the redder the mark would be. The redder the mark, the healthier and more fertile the Ger. In reality, his is on the left side of his neck. So far, no one has uncovered the originals's real gender except Off who knows that Gun is a Ger.
After taking off his shirt, he showed his back. When no one said anything, he wore his shirt again.
"Show us your forehead." Another voice ordered.
Krist sighed and moved his hair covering his forehead. "I'm not a Ger."
"How about behinds his ears? Mayb-"
"Enough! We are here for a meeting and not to check if that some barista is a Ger or not. I don't care if he is one and at the moment, any of you shouldn't as well. If you want to waste your time don't drag mine! Krist, you can leave."
Kris's blinked in surprise. Did Singto call his name? No. That's not what he should be surprised about. He should be alarmed that this is not part of the original's memory.
"Don't forget to bring my ice coffee and clubhouse sandwich." Singto ordered.
Awaken from his stupor, Krist bowed respectfully and left the room with his heart beating as fast as a cheetah running after its prey. Did I prevent this body's ugly future?
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