You Are My Enemy. { Kimchay }

A Toy ?

A month later, Porchay had become much closer with Kimhan Theerapanyakul. This guy was actually Wik...his favourite singer ever... He could die of happiness at any moment, Porchay never felt so lucky before.

He could sometimes go see the kitten, always when Kim's allowed it.
One day when he was about to leave Kim's room after feeding Harry and Potter (yes those were the names of the kittens... For his defence, that was Kim's choice...) he quietly walked towards the stairs.

"Khun Korn."

A loud voice startled him and he turned his head, noticing an elderly man dressed in a suit, like a mafia godfather, surrounded by bodyguards.

Porchay frowned, especially since the man smiled at him and he approached Chay:

"Hello young boy, I believe that you are my son's new favorite toy..."

"Toy?" Hissed Porchay.

"Excuse me haha ​​I didn't mean to offend you. I'm Kimhan's father. And you...Nong Porchay right?"

Porchay took a step back, scanning the bodyguards who all looked aggressive and mean and he let his gaze fall on the old man. He nodded, not liking the energy this man exuded. He looked down, ready to walk along the wall to go home.

This man, Kim's father, he looked menacing and intimidating, more than just bullies like Big and Ken.

"Khun Korn, we have to go, Khun Kinn is waiting for you..."

"Okay, Chan, let's go..."

The old man smiled at Porchay, and walked past him.

The youngest took the opportunity to stick his tongue out at this << Chan aka scary guy >> when the man couldn't see Chay and he ran away.

When he got home, he sniffed a good smell of food:

"Hiaaaa!!"

Porsche was preparing a meal, he immediately hugged his brother... Then he stuffed pasta into his little brother's mouth with affection.

"Well, what are you doing here? And your work, huh?"

"Oh you know..I have a week off...To think...And I was missing you too much..."

Chay felt his heart fill with joy, he rushed to his room, put his things down and ran to take a shower before going downstairs.

"Tonight if you want we can sleep together, I have my friends coming by for a drink, but you go and rest in my bed first..."

"Alright hia !"

Chay nodded briskly and sat down at the table. To let Porsche relax, Chay went up to bed first. He lay down in Porsche's bed as planned, loving the smell of his brother, he hummed happily, before looking at his phone: Kim had agreed to send him exclusive Wik demos! He searched a little while reading aloud:

"Hum...My love song? Family? Brother? Fade? Ah...Stranger."

Porchay clicked on the last song and relaxed as he heard the first guitar notes. He even fell asleep and woke up... The next day alone. Porsche had disappeared again.

This ruined Porchay's good mood. He went to class, glared at anyone who got in his way and even Macau avoided talking too much to him.

At the end of his football training, Kim was waiting for him in front of his locker, a guitar in his back immediately puzzled Porchay who finally found a glimmer of hope in his eyes:

"P'Kim?"

"Hi...I thought you might like to see where I work...If you want to come to my studio...You can even try writing a song."

Porchay's smile lit up the room as he followed Kim around like a golden retriever, grinning at his every word, ignoring Big and Ken's teasing. Sometimes without really paying attention, he slipped his hand against Kimhan's and withdrew it, blushing.

Kimhan's studio was huge, filled with musical instruments, and Chay shyly sat down on a small stool. Kim grabbed a pen and he stood in front of Porchay, his gaze piercing on Chay.

"Tell me what kind of things you would like to express...?"

"Um...I wish I could talk to my big brother...He's a great person, really, he's the person I love the most in the world and I admire him..."

Porchay felt his cheeks turn red, he tried to laugh to hide his embarrassment, and Kimhan handed him the pencil and a piece of paper before saying:

"Go ahead and try... Write something, by the way excuse me, I have to call someone but I have no more battery, can you pass me your phone?"

Porchay tilted his head, but he nodded, handed him his phone with a smile, and immediately started writing...

Feeling a look on him, Porchay turned around and he saw Kim... Hey, did Kimhan had a quick look at him in secret? Chay's heart started pounding faster and Kim walked back into the rehearsal room, so Porchay immediately started singing what he had written.

"Um...that's not bad...well done..." Kim ruffled Porchay's hair with an embarrassed smile and he stood up, declaring that he had to leave.

So Porchay hopped off like a child.

For several days, he composed a song, and he tried to call Kim but the latter ignored him....As if something was happening... << A toy >> had said the latter's father... What was he trying to say...? More than Phi-Nong... Chay's head was hurting. He needed answers.

"P'Kim!" Porchay called out to the young man in front of his car.

"Porchay, not now I have to go..."

"Please just..Wait a second."

Porchay grabbed a sheet from his bag, and he handed the completed lyrics to Kimhan. Kim nodded, and his smile sent butterflies into Porchay's stomach.

Kim left soon after, his gaze still so sweet and Porchay felt happy. Maybe he was just busy and Porchay was just having crazy thoughts.

He went home and prepared a small gift, since Kim had helped him... He had decided to make a guitar pick himself and went to Kimhan's studio a week later. Very proud of his small gift.

"Oh hello, P'Kim."

"Porchay..."

Porchay pursed his lips and handed his gift to Kimhan with a proud smile:

"It's a gift since you were helping me... It's a unique gift."

Kim took the item and he smiled shyly, before giving Porchay a strange look. The young boy lowered his head, the atmosphere was weird, and Kim took a step towards him, he lifted his chin and stared at him, before approaching his lips dangerously...

"Thank you...Chay."