You Are My Enemy. { Kimchay }

A King or a Tyrant ?

The next day, Porchay had practice in the morning, he yawned so hard that his coach looked at him disapprovingly. He hated Porchay, for no reason, but in truth apart from himself, the coach didn't like anyone.

"Student Macau ! You're late!" he barked immediately when he spotted Porchay's best friend.

Macau's face was red, he had just run as fast as possible through the whole university to get to training. He spat on the ground and apologized. But the coach still yelled at the whole football team before ordering them to run three times around the stadium.

"Are you gonna make it?" Porchay whispered as he saw his best friend struggling to catch his breath.

"Damn brother..." Macau growled through gritted teeth, and they started running. "He had a fight with his boyfriend yesterday and I had to take care of Venice on my own..."

Porchay almost fell, he stumbled and caught himself, before looking at his best friend in surprise:

"Wait, your brother Vegas is gay?"

Macau rolled his eyes, before glancing behind them, they had already almost made a full circle of the stadium. To avoid remarks, Macau advanced faster than Porchay. The youngest, not really knowing why, had the image of a certain rival in mind and he grumbled before starting to run faster.

The team then had a penalty shootout practice.

Luckily, of all of them, Porchay was the best at scoring. He always managed to aim correctly.

"That's good, angel face, another score like that and you could potentially bring your team to the final!" barked the coach.

Porchay smiled, he had a such a warm smile so resplendent that he managed to put his team in a good mood, yet tired from this morning sports session.

Once practice was over, Macau was still having difficulty breathing and this worried Porchay, who sat down with him in the stands.

"Are you sure you're okay ?"

"Yeah yeah.." Macau coughed, taking a big sip from his water bottle. "I just had trouble sleeping and I..."

"Oh how cute, our Nongs came to support their senior!'' exclaimed a mocking voice.

Porchay immediately glared at Big, along with his idiot troupe, and Kim, their leader. He positioned himself in front of Macau by instinct but the latter smirked, he knew that his dear cousin would do nothing to him.

Kim arched an eyebrow, he looked up and down at Macau, before giving Porchay a cold look. This immediately irritated the young man, who turned around and grabbed his best friend's arm. But the gesture did not please Kimhan who cleared his throat :

"Come on, my dear cousin, stay. We are a family, it's important that you encourage me, isn't it?"

Macau put a hand on Porchay's thigh and forced him to sit down.

"What the hell are you doing?" Porchay hissed, peering at his friend.

"If that's what you want, cousin." Macau replied, ignoring Chay's complaints.

Kim smiled, almost genuinely, and Porchay blinked quickly, sensing something odd. The group left to warm up.

"I don't want to see them play at all!" Porchay scolded, crossing his arms.

"You don't understand." Macau whispered, sighing and continuing to sip his bottle, "...Might as well stay out of trouble, especially with him."

"Why? Because he's your cousin? You hate him as much as I do..."

Macau's face darkened, he rolled his eyes, his friend was an idiot. Everyone here knew more or less about the Theerapanyakul family, but Porchay obviously ignored the threat.

Despite himself, Chay's gaze kept following Kim... Damn, the bastard was running fast, even faster than him... When an argument broke out between two players, one look from Kim was enough for everyone to steps back and Porchay shivers.

"Dude, is he the headmaster's son or what? Why is everyone scared of him like that?"

Macau chuckled, he was eating a cereal bar, having discreetly slipped his phone in front of his knees to watch a video.

"I should rather ask you why aren't you afraid of him?"

Chay looked at his best friend in amazement, then he shrugged, he had already been through worse, he was very poor and often got beaten up by creditors or gangsters. So the beatings, he was used to. When the last whistle sounded, Porchay stood up and left the gym, ignoring Macau's cries.

As he was getting ready to change, he noticed one of the two players who had almost fought, smoking.

"Hey, it's forbidden here!" Porchay hissed, biting his tongue immediately.

"Shut the fuck up." the guy rolled his eyes, and Porchay gritted his teeth.

But the coach of the basketball team came in a second later and the guy threw his cigarette at Porchay's chest, who cried out when he felt a burn.

"Hey, what the fuck, are you crazy?"

"Student !!! What ...The... HOW COULD YOU ?! Student Porchay, follow me to the office, now."

The coach immediately grabbed Porchay's jacket, he threw the cigarette on the ground and noticed the hole in his white shirt, the other guy had already run away.

"Smoking is prohibited! You are going to be in big trouble, young man !"

"What????No-no-o...no I don't.."

"Don't lie, I saw you!"

Porchay was so surprised that he didn't dare say anything else and he was forced to follow the angry coach. He walked past Kim's troop, and looked down, feeling humiliated. Shit.

Big frowned, and Kimhan didn't take his eyes off him.

"We'll call your family!" barked the director. "Just to know if they are aware of your immoral actions! Smoking at your age and in school !"

Porchay didn't look up, he bit his lip, ignoring the burn on his chest, and he sighed. When his big brother Porsche came into the principal's office, he nearly slapped Chay in front of everyone:

"What the hell happened ? Since when do you smoke? What the fuck!"

Porchay cast a disillusioned look at his brother, we could still smell the smell of tobacco on him...

"Seriously, hia?"

The principal looked at the duo, puzzled, he didn't expect to see a man arriving, dressed like a... Uh... Well, Porsche was wearing his barman clothes. He cleared his throat and tried to remain calm:

"Excuse me...Who are you?"

"Porsche, his big brother and guardian."

"I see...Well, your little brother was caught smoking...And of course we have to punish him for that so I wish..."

Porsche was staring at the man with such ferocity that he crumbled and took a step back, afraid of getting hit. Porsche came around the desk and grabbed his brother by the sweater, he pulled him out of the room and shouted:

"Don't worry, I'll punish him!"