You Are My Enemy. { Kimchay }

My Bully.

"Student Porchay, get your butt over here immediately!"

The soccer team coach yelled so loudly that everyone in the gym turned and stared at Porchay.

The young boy grumbled, but he got up, limping a little, ignoring the help his best friend Macau wanted to give him, and walked towards the bald man who held a whistle in his hands, his face red because of the anger.

"What is this? A rebellion? Are you still refusing to listen to me? I told you, move your pretty little ass and run faster. Hurry up !"

Porchay gritted his teeth: he was already out of breath!

The coach left, still glaring at him angrily and Porchay collapsed to the ground, pulling his rubber band out in exhaustion and his hair almost hiding his big bambi eyes.

"Dude, you're really unlucky with that asshole coach..." Macau whispered, approaching him, handing him a bottle of cold water. "Fuck it, those assholes saw everything too..." hissed the young boy, glancing behind Porchay.

Chay frowned, and he refused to turn his head, he already knew. The fucking basketball team... They were all seniors from their uni, horrible people who loved to bully younger students and especially their leader ... Bastard Kim.

Macau took a step back, he clasped his hands in front of his chin but didn't lower his haughty gaze.

"Hello P..."

"Are the brats tired already?" sneered a tall dude with bleached blond hair.

Porchay rolled his eyes, he straightened up with Macau's help, feeling a burning gaze on him, and he shivered before letting go of his best friend's hand, gently turning his body towards his worst enemy.

"Hello." Porchay simply said, he grabbed Macau by the shoulders and dragged him to a bench.

He could still feel the man's eyes on him.

Kim. Kimhan Theerapanyakul.

He was a year older than him and a tyrant...Magnificently narcissistic and haughty, with an almost irritating beauty.

Porchay grabbed his bag, and he felt Macau's arm slide against his waist.

"You're limping so much that it worries the team."

"Fuck you.." Porchay replied with a smile, letting himself go against Macau and the latter helped him towards the locker room.

"I don't understand why he hates you so much... Every time he looks at you it looks like he's going to kill you.." Macau confessed, sitting across a bench, watching his best friend put on a clean tshirt.

"He's your cousin,'' replied Porchay, " ...so you tell me..."

Macau grimaced, he crossed his arms and let himself fall on the bench, huffing with fatigue. The rest of the soccer team had already finished getting ready and everyone had to go to class now.
Macau sat up and looked at the time before blinking rapidly.

"Wow, I have to go pick up my little brother or else P'Pete is gonna be mad at me..."

Porchay arched an eyebrow, he finished putting on his shoes and turned to his best friend:

"I thought you said that he was your nephew ?"

"It's something like that, yeah." confessed Macau, before getting up, and he nearly tripped over Kim...

Kim stood in the doorway, his gang of dumb friends behind him, and his icy gaze fell on Porchay. Chay shuddered and Macau took a step back before groaning.

"Ow. Fuck...Sorry, cousin."

"Tankhun has been waiting for you for about twenty minutes now. Hurry up."

Macau stiffened but he stepped out more quickly and Porchay glared at Kim. He ignored him and waited for the latter to enter the locker room so he could go out in turn. But Kim didn't move. He contented himself with judging the youngest by his cold gaze.

In spite of himself, Porchay faced the gaze of his senior, he had long hair tied up, a thin face, a cold look and lips...

"Shit..'' growled Porchay feeling himself blush.

Kim immediately arched an eyebrow, and he crossed his arms:

"Are you insulting a senior there? Right in front of me ? How bold of you...Nong Porchay."

"What? No-no-n-o...I haven't.."

A friend of Kim's entered the locker room, he was a guy with huge muscles, and he almost rushed towards the youngest:

"Did you just insult my captain? Little shit, come here, I'll teach you some respect!"

Porchay was thrown against a locker, and he screamed in pain, before the asshole twisted his arms and he found himself on his knees in front of Kim, his face contorted in pain and he bit his tongue so hard he felt blood. in his mouth.

"Well ?" Kim asked in his calm voice..."Apologize."

The order irritated Porchay's bad temper but the boy was in so much pain that he didn't dare to struggle, he looked up with pride and swore again because of the pain...

" Fuckin...Shia....Damn...I'm sorry."

Kim laughed at the boy's insolence.

"You swear even more in your pathetic apology... Do you want P'Big to show you some more manners?"

Big the bully twisted Porchay's arms even more and the latter found himself face down in front of Kim's white sneakers.

The man smiled at him, cruelly, one eyebrow raised, as if waiting. Porchay gritted his teeth and looked down.

"I said I am sorry !"

Kim looked only once at Big, and the latter let go of Porchay. The poor boy tried to get up, but he felt his legs go weak and almost fell...

"Here you go." Said Kim while catching him in his long arms.

Porchay hissed, he almost punched his senior, but Big was still glaring at him and he didn't dare to move.

"Thanks."

Kim looked at him, something strange in his glance, and he let go of Porchay.

"You are...more funny than I thought."

" ....And you are my enemy." Growled Porchay while running out of the room.

He heard them laugh, those stupids bastards. One day, Porchay would be better than all of them.

No one was allowed to mess with Porchay. Not even a very sexy basketball player.