Kim looked at Vegas with his usual cold face.
"You know they're not like us." Vegas said sarcastically, smoking his cig, looking fake hurt.
" I know that betrayal is not a problem for you, we are not going to lie to each other so let's be honest, you are, Vegas a piece of shit. But I want to leave this shitty universe so that my couple can live downstairs.."
Vegas smiled cruelly, a mischievous glint in his eyes, he turned his attention to a trash can and tossed his cigarette into it.
"You chose a weak partner, cousin."
"Porchay may be weak but he's using his brains at least..." hissed Kimhan, who crossed his arms, clicking his tongue in anger.
Vegas shrugged, before resting his hand on the doorknob leading to the club. He cast a last glance at his cousin:
"I can take over your shitty company, that's not problem."
"Thanks."
" However...On the other hand, when Kinn turns to you for trouble, I hope you won't be stupid enough to interfere. Remember this was your choice." Vegas' menacing tone didn't impress Kimhan, who just stared at him coldly.
The two men entered the club again, joining Tankhun, Arm, Pol, Porchay and Pete. The small group had failed to appease Kinn and Porsche. So the couple were no where to be seen, probably arguing at the hotel, or fucking.. or doing both.
"Stop drinking." Kim said calmly putting Porchay's arm down, but the younger one looked really worried and a little drunk.
"Here come my jailer, hi, handsome." Porchay replied in his tired little voice, he rolled his eyes and noticed Vegas leaving to get Pete to lead him to the exit.
Kimhan sat between Chay and Tankhun, the latter singing, his face pressed against Pol's. It was torture for Kim: they sang out of tune. The singer gritted his teeth and drank the glass of Porchay before looking at his lover, his gaze hardened by anger:
"How many drinks have you had? Your cheeks are so red..."
"It's okay let me have it, I'm stressed and I'm not a child anymore. Don't worry too much, P'Kim."
Kimhan arched an eyebrow, he slid his hand on Porchay's right thigh and squeezed lightly, not liking the tone Chay had just used. But this annoyed Porchay more strongly who pushed Kim's hand away, in vain, and he began to cross his arms.
"You're drunk, we're going home. Get up, now."
"You go, I'm having fun here, I don't want to..."
"You're not having fun," Kim hissed, "...you're drinking to forget that your big brother is hurting. But this is not your business, so stop worrying."
Porchay looked down and bit his cheek.
"If you know it, let me have fun. Go back home alone.''
Kim sighed, he didn't want to bother Porchay really, but drinking wouldn't solve anything, and he knew what he was talking about. He tried to slip an arm around Porchay's shoulders, but Porchay pushed him away again, and he got up in the seat, mimicking Tankhun who was twerking while standing on a table.
"PORCHAY!" Kim roared, "Come down it's dangerous!"
"OOOOOIIII let the boy have some fun!" cried Tankhun, dancing more and more, he even handed a glass to Porchay but suddenly, he swallowed the liquid before grabbing Porchay's neck and kissing him to force him to drink...
Kim's jaw dropped to the ground. He felt his gaze wide open on the two drunken idiots who had burst into high pitched laughter and all eyes were on them.
"See, you can do it too! This is more fun than arguing! " Tankhun chuckled, handing another glass to Kim.
" No no !" cried Porchay almost stumbling, "P'Tankhun you can't do that to him, he's your brother!"
Tankhun glared at Porchay in disgust and he rolled his eyes, of course he wasn't going to do that. He winked at Kimhan who was far too stunned to get angry.
Chay threw himself on the sofa with a giggle, he ignored Kim's silly look, and straddled him.
"Aren't you arguing with me anymore?" Chay whispered, licking his lips.
"Porchay."
"Kimhan."
Porchay bit Kimhan's bottom lip with a devilish grin, he began to wiggle his hips to the beat of the music, rubbing against Kim. Kim put his slender hands on his thighs, pressing lightly, asking Porchay to stop but the latter arched an eyebrow, looking deeply annoyed:
"Grandpaaaa P'Kim maybe want to go to sleep? Always wanting to go to bed early, are we old now ?"
Kimhan rolled his eyes, exasperated by Porchay. He knew his little demon very well, especially drunk. He pulled off his red jacket, and slipped it skillfully down Porchay's bare back, sliding his lips against Chay's ear.
"Stop behaving like a whore, you won't like the consequence."
"P'Kim watch your language! Me ? A whore ? Who ? This is sweet Nong Chay hahaha.." said Porchay, bursting out laughing.
Tankhun, who was returning from the bar, his hands loaded with bottles, made a disgusted face, and he pointed an angry finger at the couple:
"Oh no, Vegas is already eating Pete in the back of the club, it's not for you to fuck on that poor couch! Fuck in your room if you want to act like animals! Here we just have some fun ! Right, Ar....Po...?! Where are they ?"
Porchay blinked quickly, as if someone had woken him up, and he turned his face completely towards Tankun before blushing. Kimhan smiled, his little angel was embarrassed now and he sat up, preventing Porchay from leaving his lap. He chuckled:
"Well, little demon, you are not so confident anymore? Ummm??
"P'Kim...That's embarrassing!" Porchay squealed, hiding his face against Kimhan's chest.
"You're cute even when you're embarrassed."
"Yes, yes, that's good, we're happy for you, will you go somewhere else to show your lovely couple please ?." Tankhun hissed, and he dropped a bottle on the ground, turning around, seeing Arm and Pol kissing. "WHAT THE FUCK!?"
Porchay and Kimhan laughed before starting to look for a .. more appropriate place.
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This Song Is Called You.
FanfictionI Want You To Stay, volume 2 ! Let's check our fav couple, Kimchay, now that they are trying to live as musicians but also head of the mafia.... Things are going to be quickly out of the control, would our couple be strong enough to face new proble...
