The Song Of Us.

Trahison.

Trahison.

     This French word meant to be betrayed by someone.  The most difficult thing when you experience betrayal is to realize that you are always betrayed by people you love.

    Porchay was on the big sofa in the Vegas house.  He was now the chef, Porsche had decided to follow his dream, he had bought a bar, finally with Kinn.  Not by the sea, but he intended to open one later.  Pete and Macau looked nervously at Chay, who looked way too upset.  The news of Khun Korn still alive shocked everyone.  Vegas had nearly destroyed his office.  Before Pete drags him into their common room. 
Macau grimaced and looked at Chay:

- We should get out of here. 
- Hmm?  Why... ? 
- Hum... (Macau was embarrassed but already we could hear loud noises and Pete even shouted). 
- Wait, Macau?!  They left to fight there?  Won't you stop your brother? 

Macau got up quickly, he looked depressed :

- Believe me, they're not fighting... Not as you imagine.  Let's leave this place. 

Porchay then followed Macau to his brother's new bar, located downtown: The Pheonix. 

- Chay! 

Porsche who was arranging a new cocktail recipe gracefully jumped over his bar and approached his little brother for a big hug. 

- Hia, I missed you! 
- Me too.  Your coming has had the effect of a bomb upon Kinn.  He left to confront Kim, I believe….

Porchay shrugged, he felt a pang of shame deep in his heart.  But everyone had been deceived by Kimhan.  Chay was his first victim.  He had been stupid to believe that Kim had really killed his father. 

- You two can stay there, resumed Porsche.  There is a room at the back, with a table, sofas and a large TV.

Macau gave a malicious wink to Porchay, he had secretly slipped two beers into his jacket, while his Hia showed them the room. 

- I'll be back as soon as possible, I'll try to reach Kinn. 

Thus, Porchay confided in Macau, of all that he had lived and of his feelings.  Macau seemed indifferent, anyway his dear uncle, dead or alive, did not interest him. However, Porchay was his bestfriend...

- But you know, he shot him in front of everyone anyway, that's what Hia said.  Maybe just that old fox didn't die and Kim felt bad so he tried to save him...? 

Porchay shook his little head, he had a terrible headache since he had left Kim. 

- Still, Macau.  He made everyone believe that his father was dead.  How could he cry in front of me when he was lying to me huh?  He should have been an actor rather than a musician, this filthy liar! 

Macau pursed his lips, he was struggling to appease Chay's anger..

- If I had to.. shoot someone in my family, Chay, I think I would be sad.  Even though Hia didn't die during the attack on the main family, I thought my heart was going to sink to the ground. Maybe he felt really bad after shooting his own father ? He is human, he can't always be strong. Like my Hia, somewhere deep inside them, they have feelings. I believe that my Hia have found P'Pete just in time, you know.

Chay then felt the fragility of Macau, the latter had become more sensitive, especially because of all the events he had gone through.

- I'm sorry, man.  You are surely right.  I'm just... disappointed?  I thought Kim trusted me enough to confide in me that his father was alive.  I don't even understand why he hides it. 

Macau sighed, he opened one of the bottles he had stolen before offering it to Chay.  The two young men quietly drank in front of a television series. 

🏙🏙🏙

Later in the evening, everyone was present for the first party in Porsche bar.  Kinn looked really tired, but he hid his feelings for this special event.  Porsche had said that tonight was just for fun, the problems would wait until the next day.
Tankhun positioned himself in front of Chay before giving him a hug, hugging him tight. 

- I'm sorry, Kim is a motherfucker.  I can date you, if you prefer. 

Macau immediately ran away, he was choking on his drink.  Tankhun preferred to ignore him and he tried to look seductive- which was rather scary actually...

- I'm better than Kinn and Kim, trust my words of Tankhun Theerapayankul.  You can count on me. 

Suddenly, Porsche separated Khun from Chay, before giving him another drink and leading him to the dance floor.  Kinn landed his ass next to Porchay:

- Hello. How is it going ? Who are... ah, Porchay hum ? Woah, you look much more like Porsche now.
- Hello, P'Kinn. Are you ok ? You look pretty bad...

Porchay greeted him respectfully, he noticed that Kinn was completely drunk.  He wasn't standing up straight, and fatigue wasn't helping him... Chay held out his arms so Kinn's head wouldn't smash against the table, and he brushed back one of his locks. 

- P'Kinn you look so much like him...
- Hum ? Kim that bastard! I don't know what to do anymore, every thing is messy... I feel ... so dumb.

Kinn looked up, he saw blurry and he put a muscular hand on Chay's neck before whispering to him:

- Hum... Ai'Porsche.  Let me relieve myself, I need you...

Porchay panicked and cringed when Kinn tried to kiss him.  Porchay put his hand on Kinn's lips before shouting:

- P'Kinn!!!  I'm not Porsche!!  STOP!  PLEASE HELP! Hia !

Porchay looked desperately into the crowd of dancing people but his Hia had gone to the parking lot to smoke. No one were paying attention to them, they were all dancing or drinking and the music was very loud...
Kinn was stronger than Porchay, despite his training, and he almost hurt Chay's neck.  He grabbed Porchay's hair and tugged his face slightly towards his, his voice suffused with the effects of alcohol:

- Porsche, can't you be nice for once hum?  Please, I'll give you as many bars as you want...
- No please don't P'Kinn ! I'm Porchay! Chay , not Porsche ! The little brother of .... arrff. 

Too late.  Oh shit.