You Are My Enemy. { Kimchay }

I am hungry.

"Why are you pretending to sleep?"

Porchay smiled, he was having trouble staying awake right now, especially because his pelvis was hurting him.

Yes.

Kimhan was not a tender lover and Porchay had never...inquired about how two men did it, well now he knew... And it was quite painful but also..good. Moreover, Kim had guided him with patience and gentleness, fortunately otherwise Chay could really have died.

He took a deep breath:

"I feel like if I open my eyes you'll disappear...It's like I've been unlucky all my life to get this moment with you. I'm so lucky right now...I can't believe it."

He felt Kim's hand caress his shoulder, and he sighed in relief, feeling good. This living room, usually so lonely and cold, had just been filled with a memory that Porchay would cherish all his life.
He looked up at his senior, his curly hair looked like a little bird's nest, and Kim found him so cute that he smiled.

"'P'Kim....I love you. Do you love me?"

Kimhan's reaction was strange. He looked almost lost for a moment, but his fingers stroked Porchay's hair gently and he whispered:

"I'm hungry..."

"Oh ?"

Porchay was surprised, good after so much effort, it was probably normal, Porchay was always hungry after playing football. He got up and rushed into his kitchen. Oh damn, he didn't have much, Chay rarely ate at home, he didn't like to cook. He grabbed some rice and made a fried egg, hoping to satisfy Kim.

"Ah, P'Kim....You can sit down."

With his usual gentleness, Porchay set the table and drew a smiley face with the ketchup. Kim looked at the bowl, crossing his hands in front of his face, and Chay had noticed that he always acted that way when he wanted to hide a shy smile.

As Porchay wanted to sit down because his legs were still shaking a little, he heard the doorbell.

"Oh....P'Kim, wait here I'll be back..."

"Hum."

He went out, crossing his little courtyard, and he opened his big gate. A man threw himself on him and Porchay shouted, he tried to flee by heading towards his house, screaming:

"P'KIM ....HELP...ME!"

But a big burly guy caught him and tackled him to the ground, he received a blow to the stomach, making him scream in pain, and we stopped him from breathing with a handkerchief...

What..

The...

Fuck...

When Porchay opened his eyes, his whole body ached, as if someone had hit him with a car or a tank, and Porsche, his big brother, was looking at him with concern.

"Hia..what the hell happened?"

Chay looked around, they were near a strange old warehouse, surrounded by people dressed in black suits, and Porchay was lying on an ambulance stretcher. He frowned, seeing a familiar-faced man further away smoking, with a stern expression and thick eyebrows... But what was going on for real here ?!

"Hia explain to me..."

"I'm sorry, Chay are you okay?"

Porchay understood the situation by noticing all the guards, and his brother's swollen face... He hadn't gone to an island, he had lied. Black suits, gun, danger... Bodyguard.
He was doing a dangerous job, and probably for the big, muscular guy who looked super rich.
Porsche cleared his throat:

"You should never have gotten involved in this, it's my new job, I'm sorry I.."

"Do you work for gangsters?" Horror hit Porchay's face, he felt betrayed and humiliated.

His brother had started scolding him for a cigarette story and he was working for what...The mafia?! What a joke.
He glared at his big brother, and choked back his tears:

"Have you lost your mind? You always said that even if we were poor we had to remain honest people and this is what happens? I thought we were good guys !"

"Chay, I'm so sorry..."

"NO." Porchay began to tremble with rage, he sat up and was the worry in Porsche's eyes. "You weren't sorry when I didn't knew, so don't pretend now. If you still want me to think of you as my big brother quit this fucking job immediately!"

He got up and jumped to the ground, ignoring his brother's pleading hand on his shoulder, and Porchay left...
Damn, P'Kim was at his home... Was he okay? Chay rushed down the dark alley, he didn't even know where he was anyway. He wandered a bit. He didn't even have his cell phone, and it started to rain, so Porchay let himself cry a little, the rain could hide his tears: he had no family, only his big brother, he didn't realize how worried Porchay was about losing him... Working for the mafia? What a fucking beautiful idea, really, it was like Porsche jumping off a cliff. He was going to die and Porchay won't be able to save him. And he would end up alone... No way.

Chay trotted off, still feeling that strange pain in his back, not sure if it was from his moment with P'Kim or if someone had hurt him... He clenched his jaw and moved forward. As he finally saw the light of the city, a black car stopped in front of him, and someone rolled down the window:

"Hello, Nong Porchay, right? Would you like a ride to go home?"

Porchay was surprised, Kim's father was there, staring sharply at the young man. Chay swallowed his pride and he got into the limo, feeling really stupid: he was hurt, wet and mostly tired. He wanted to go home quickly...

"Hard day?" remarked the old man, handing a handkerchief to Porchay.

The young boy bit his lip, he accepted the handkerchief and Khun Korn tapped on his window, the car resumed its journey. The old man looked at Porchay in silence, the young boy refused to speak.

"You seem to have a hard life...If you want, you can come home...I think my son cares about you more than he show it actually. I don't mind having another son..."

Chay's heart sank, despite himself his gaze hardened.

"This is the second time you've said something like this..."

"Well, I know my son, as well as how he is..." Korn's smile hid a truth that Porchay would rather ignore, he noticed the car pull into his residential area and tapped on the window.

"Thank you," Porchay said as he walked out, but he gave the old man one last look. "Hope P'Kim is doing well."

Khun Korn smirked, and in that moment Porchay realized how much Kimhan looked like his father.

He slammed the door and went home, finding on his table, a paper from Kim, telling him he had to leave, and his heart froze a little more.

"A toy hah ?"