Breathe For you (MacauChay)

I Hate You

Porchay was sitting at a corner table during his first year welcoming party because he didn't want to interact with a certain senior. Although a few of the other freshers and some seniors had tried to spark up conversation with him, he had given them a cold shoulder causing them all to give him his space all together. He hadn't expected the night to take the turn it had taken. He woke up that morning with every intention of having a good day and it had been. Porsche had finally agreed to reduce his security detail to only two guards who would tail him from a distance, Tankhun had confirmed their weekend getaway in a few days and his mum had actually actively interacted with him. Chay thought that nothing could ruin his day until he got to the bar where the party was being held. He found his anger and irritation to be somewhat irrational but he was well within his right, or so he thought.

Kimhan Teerapanyakul, his "ex-boyfriend" was there. Kim was in his last year at Porchay's university. That's how they'd met after all. Kim never really went out so the last thing the boy had expected was to see Kim sitting with a bunch of the other freshers. After formalities were exchanged Porchay retreated to a table at the back with a single bottle of beer which was still more than half full. He had just been sitting there thinking about what could have been. Him and Kim ended on bad terms but the boy never really got his closure. He never understood why he wasn't enough or why Kim didn't feel he needed an explanation so he sat there; with his thoughts and beer bottle.

As the night went on the group became rowdier and Porchay's irritation only grew. He was upset that everyone else seemed to be happy while he was despairing at his oh-so terrible life he called the waiter over and called out random orders he had heard from customers when he followed his older brother to work when he still worked at Yok's bar. Soon after he had a glass with a strong smelling drink in his hand which he downed without thinking but almost regretting it as the liquid burned his throat and caused his skin to crawl. It was the second worst thing he had tasted after the suspicious drink he had the first time he went out clubbing with his friends a few months before. He kept drinking though and the waiter kept bringing the drinks the boy asked for and before he knew it, it was near closing time and Kim was standing over him, "Chay we need to leave."

The man was looking over him like a shoulder in his black leather jacket and tight skinny jeans. The nerve of this man, the boy thought to himself, "Bloody hell Kim, why can't you just leave me alone?"

The boy's words obviously rattled the older man as he stood for a second trying to register what had just happened. The last thing he had expected was for Porchay to take on such a hostile tone when speaking to him. He wasn't expecting the blushing little boy he had met a few moths before but he wasn't expecting this either. Kim took a brief moment to compose himself before he spoke again trying not to upset the boy any more than he seemed to be, "Porchay, your brother said I should make sure you get home safe."

"Why do you fucking care? So what if I don't get home safely? Why does that matter to you?" Porchay asked slurring his words barely keeping his head up as he spoke.
"Your brother will be worried..."

Before he could finish his sentence Porchay was wiggling his phone from his back pocket before squinting at the phone and eventually pressing it to his ear "Hello hia? I just wanted to tell you that I don't need P'Wik to take me home. I can get home by myself," he sat listening for a while, "But hia...you said you wanted me to learn to be independent. How can I do that when I have a Teerapanyakul brat looming over me all the time?" he spat only getting himself scolded for his language causing the boy to pout before he mumbled a half-assed apology.

After more persuading and bargaining, Porsche finally agreed to let the boy go home by himself. Without a word to the man still looming over him he pushed away from the table and began to walk to the door on woobly legs. When Kim grabbed at his arm to try and keep the boy from falling over he snapped his hand back and glared at Kim, " Hia says you don't need to take me home. I'll be leaving now."