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"Sound! Sound! Sound!"
The screams of the crowd was deafening to Win although he's somewhar already used to it by now. Win scanned the crowd from the corner of the lighted stage, thousands upon thousands of adoring fans from all over the globe with their glowed up light sticks up in the air with Sound Saran's signature colors chanting their idol's name.
"Sound! Sound! Sound!"
He turned his direction to the singer as he started walking towards the center stage. He then peered at the runway in the middle of the stadium. In a few more minutes it will be the finishing segment where Sound will be walking across the long runway to sing the final song. All hell can break loose.
He'd witnessed it first hand during their previous concert in Singapore.
Sound had listened to the devil and made a sudden nerve to run down the runway in the middle of a set. Win's heart almost jumped out of his ribcage when he saw the singer made the foolish move.
The security was not ready for it and they did not have enough manpower at the front runway. With the singer so close to his fans, it was not a surprise when a bunch of them ran past security and got onto the platform.
At first Sound was courteous enough to give the frenzied fans a hug and allowed them to join him on stage, but then it was a green light for others as well. In a blink of an eye more than fifteen people jumped onto the stage and Sound had suddenly disappeared in the middle of the crowd. His voice was then drowned by echoes of excited fans grabbing at their idol.
Win probably ran the fastest he'd ever ran in his life. He jumped into the pit, trying to find the singer in the middle of a crowd was like trying to find a needle in a hay stack. He pushed and shoved the fans away, and finally found the singer breathless and in the brink of collapse from the weight of the fans clamoring on him.
That evening in the hotel room, Sound's manager went ballistic, all out chastising the idol up and down right and left. Win watched helplessly as the singer sulked as he was scolded like a delinquent. Win honestly felt like Sound got off super easy for his foolhardy move.
And when it was Win's turn to scold the singer, the tables turned and Sound was the one who reprimanded him like a bad dog.
"Where were you! Aren't you suppose to do your job!"
Sound's voice was biting in the room.
"How could you let the situation turn into that! I am not paying you to stand idly by as I get crushed to ground!"
He was so close to Win's face that the bodyguard knew that with a single punch, the singer would be light's out for a whole month. He wanted to do it so much, ever since he first laid eyes on him.
Win could see the thick stage make up still sticking to his skin. They barely had time to go backstage to get his made up face removed. Sound Saran doesn't need any make up, his bare face is literally flawless. Maybe a good punch would make a brilliant mark on his eye that he doesn't need any make up for a smokey eye.
"What were you doing when I was being crowded by them huh?" spat Sound.
Win snorted and turned his head away from the singer. It was his opportunity to reprimand the singer with such a stupid act yet he was still confused at how Sound was angry at him. Sound should be the one being punished right now for bow listening to orders. They've gone through the brief security brief time and time again. How could the singer forget.
"Why don't you answer me!"
Sound got too close and it left Win with no choice but to push him away.
"You're a dumbass!"
"Oh, I'm a dumbass," retorted Sound with equal venom.
"Yes, you're the biggest dumbass in my life," hissed Win, moving closer towards the singer.
"Oh, yeah, if I'm the dumbass then why the hell can't you do your job?"
That takes the cake. Win shoved Sound up until his back hit the wall behind him. The fire in his gut was raging, Win wanted so much to put his frustration out at him. Something to ease the dangerous venom that was building inside him.
"You-"
Win could hear Sound's deep breathing from being so close to him, his arms was outstretched between the singer's head trapping him like a lost doe. They were dangerously close. He could see his delectable pale skin underneath the makeup, Win knew how it would leave a soft mark even with the lightest of pressure. He could feel Sound's heart pounding hard. His was too.
"-Please," whispered Sound desperately.
The tension between them broke when Win's lips suddenly slammed into Sound's. The release was reciprocated by Sound. The singer's hands instinctively wrapped themselves around his bodyguard's waist like it always belonged there, pulling them closer. Win grabbed the back of Sounds head and pushed their faces together, he wanted to be closer to the singer, if that's possible. Their bodies were hungry for each other, Sound was pressing his body onto Win's with gusto. The heat between them could spark a fire. Win moaned as the singer suddenly unlatched from his lips started trailing kisses to his Adam's apple.
"Bed. Now."
Win was incoherent. He could feel the fire burning wildly in him. His mind is getting lost because of the younger boy's lips on his body.
Sound quickly tossed his jacket on the floor and let the bodyguard take him in again.
"Princess, come here."
Sound smiled so widely he could almost burst.
:):)
A few months ago...
Win had received the information a few weeks ago but his lazy ass could not bother reading the email brief that was sent by the client.
All he knew is that the client had bought a new house in the exclusive area in downtown Bangkok and was looking for a security consultation. Win had learned that in this business these VIPs are more or less the same. They're concerned about security and privacy. And they want discretion and they want their personal security to be as invisible as possible.
"We have the engineer and the architect here for any improvement you need to make on the building and the area," explained the client's manager to Win.
"So, this place is not secured when you first bought it?"
"Oh, god no. When he first saw it, he said to remove everything, he had a vision. I think we have the architect here to explain more. And the engineer is here too, just in case you need anything."
Win bowed to the two young professionals in front of him.
"Hi, I am Pran. I am the architect of the project and this is Pat the engineer. Mister Saran wanted a place of total privacy and also for the building to have a maximum of two stories only. He does not want those overly modern or traditional homes, maybe something in between."
Win nodded. Saran?
"We also did the whole place with the amazing engineering fits. Sound proof rooms for recording. All around surround sound. Everything," explained Pat enthusiastically. "This place is basically a massive music studio every inch of the space."
"Can you guys give me a tour of this place? I need to see if this place is secure enough," said Win unimpressed by everything he'd heard.
"Sure."
After the short tour, Win had made multiple notes on the site.
"I have made several pointers here. This place is truly amazing. However, I have several things that are of concern," said Win, pointing at Pat and Pran.
"Oh, how so?"
"This entire place is open. That means a paparazzi or a crazy fan can see his location just by walking from the street outside. I drove here and I could see the balcony of the master bedroom right from the road. What if the Mister Saran... if he was caught in an inappropriate situation and someone has gotten pictures of it. We need taller trees around at least taller than 8 meters in height around to perimeter to ensure complete privacy."
Pran turned to the manager. "Um, how about a smaller tree. Finding trees to that specification is hard especially if they're not in season. And also we just did the lawn. That means redoing the lawn again."
"Yes," said Win flatly.
"And we need more security cameras. With a special saferoom inside the house just in case. It can be a little nook, or a room, nothing fancy. And also I took some notes that there were three reported break-ins in this area just in the past two months. In 2020, one report of kidnapping and random happened, thankfully the person survived and the kidnappers are jailed. So what we know is that this location is prime location. There need to be more cameras, particularly in the backyard because it is so open."
"That means we have to rewire the entire house and the backyard," questioned Pat, looking at Win curiously. "Are you sure we need it?"
Win remained unmoved.
"We have an international singer's home smack near a secondary school a few blocks away. Not only that, the nearest university campus is only a 5 stops away via bus. Ten minutes via car. Around five minutes from the petrol station via bike. Have you seen Twitter? One tweet from a fan with a live location can cause an entire group of fans in the exact location in minutes. And not only fans. Robbers, thieves, scammers, crazed fans. You name it."
Pat doesn't look like someone who could be silenced, but at that moment he could not find any words to rebut the bodyguard.
"This will at least scale back the house to at least two months," added Pran frustratingly. "And we need to get the permits again."
"Are you sure this is necessary? There's a politician nearby, and I don't see him going through all this trouble," asked the manager.
Win turned to the middle aged man, the bodyguard folded his arms and stared down at him. The man seemed to have shrunk under Win's fearsome gaze.
"With all due respect, that is a midsized politician with hardly any real big enemies. Mind you I counted at least twenty discretely placed cameras around his home. And that is just by driving past his home when I got here. You can't tell the security cameras unless you have a trained eye like mine."
"Um."
The manager and Pat and Pran threw a look at each other. They knew there was no way they could get around this guy.
"I will draw out the plans based on your notes and we will need you to check it out for approval. How's next week sound?" asked Pran, hiding an annoyed grin.
"Monday is great. Let's have lunch."
"Let's," interjected Pat. Showing off a tight smile at the bodyguard.
:):)
When Sound first entered his newly renovated house, he wasn't as ecstatic as he expected to be.
For one, this project took even longer than he expected, with recent additional two months of renovation that popped out of no where. The added invoices that costed him more money.
As he walked around the house, he noticed several things that were not to his specifications. There were more cameras than he allowed, he counted at least three at the front and that's already more than he wanted. As he toured around the area, he noticed that not only was the house surrounded by newly planted tall trees, which he did not approve of, but his manager had mentioned that there was a safe room located in his master bedroom for 'just-in-case' situations.
He was not pissed off at the home. In fact, he was actually pleased with it. The architect and the engineer really did made his vision come true. Everything was what he specified, even to the finishing of the trims. But what he could not wrap his mind around was the security and the trees. He did not approve of those.
"Why'd you mean they're for my own good?" asked Sound bluntly.
"You know," shrugged his manager. "We consulted with a security specialist and this was what he suggested."
"You called a security specialist? Under whose orders?" spat Sound.
The manager pinched his forehead at the sudden burst.
"Well, the company felt that with your level of fame. You need added security for your safety," explained the manager.
Sound wanted so badly to roll his eyes. He had mentioned it specifically to the company very early in his career and also written in his contract that he should have free reigns of his personal and private life. And they are not allowed to meddle under whatever circumstances to involve or advice him in any form about it.
"And for what? You're afraid someone is going to get me?" questioned Sound venomously, throwing a incredulous look his manager.
"Whose going to get me here huh? We're in the middle of one of the prime real estate in the country. Is that rich old lady from across the street who owns a bank gonna steal from me? Or the logistic heiress from the next block?"
The manager pinched his forehead harder.
"Sound, I don't know what to say here. My hands are tied," said the manager with a defeated sigh.
"Fine. I'll do that. Nothing a good spray paint can't do," mentioned Sound pointedly.
"I don't think that's a great idea, sir."
Sound instantly tensed at the voice. He recognized that voice anywhere. That sharp almost gangster-like tone that sends shivers down his spine.
"What are you doing here?"
"Hello, sir," bowed Win to his client.
"That's the security consultant."
Maybe the pollution in Bangkok has reached its all time high and is officially affecting his brain. There is no way he is here. Him looking so fine with his hair so messily touselled above his eyebrows. Sound had almost started to forget how handsome Win looked. The fitted polo shirt with joggers combo made him look like a casual young man and not a security specialist.
Sound gulped.
"And your new bodyguard."
:):)