You Are My Enemy. { Kimchay }

This is my way.

Porchay avoided his football practices completely. Because someone was here, it seems that Kimhan Theerapanyakul was present every day at the university....

The youngest even avoided going to class altogether, even though Porsche had forced him to come and sleep with him at the freaking hotel where Kim's lived.

"Chay...Wake up...Let's go..."

Porsche's gentle hand on his hair surprised Porchay who woke up yawning, he obediently followed his big brother, taking his things on a bag.

The latter dropped him off with a motorbike in front of a bar:

"I know the owner well, she's a friend, her name is Yok. You've seen her come to the house sometimes, haven't you?"

"Yes..."

"You have to stay here a little ok? She should arrive soon."

Porchaya nodded, still a bit sleepy, and Porsche gave him a strange look before pulling a small lock of his hair:

"Change that color, you look like a punk."

"Yes hia...Watch over yourself."

Porsche smiled, he took his little brother in his arms and left on his motorbike.

Chay entered the bar, it was empty, which was normal because it must have been around ten o'clock in the morning... He slipped into a small room at the back, looked in his bag for a box: it was a hair dye. . He intended to return to his usual black color.

His phone vibrated:

"Nong Chay, are you okay?"

"Yes, P'Yok." Chay smiled, he turned on his pc.

"I'll be back soon, don't worry huh!"

Porchay laughed a little, then he hung up, before putting on his headphones. He intended to play several games: but his favorite was football. Not to feel too lonely, Porchay put some loud music in his ears, and he relaxed, starting to scream and thrash around.

When he finished his game, Porchay stood up, and he heard a door slam.

"P'Yok?"

Porchay walked timidly towards the bar...But he didn't see anyone, before lowering his gaze...There were at least a dozen corpses...

"Oh shia..."

Chay took off his headphones, he rushed under a tap to wash his hair, grabbed his bag and went out the back door, he ran down the stairs and smelled the smell of tobacco... Shit someone was there. Porchay had no choice, he jumped down the stairs, almost crashed to the ground and wanted to run in the opposite direction but someone grabbed his arm.

"LET ME GO... FUCK! YOU LITTLE MOTHERFUC...!!"

Porchay found himself thrown against a red wall, he closed his eyes, waiting for a blow, but the person simply put his hand over Chay's mouth... Chay felt his breath catch, he shivered as the cold water flowed in his neck...

"You should have dried your hair." said Kim's mocking voice.

Chay immediately opened his eyes. He plunged his gaze into that of his worst enemy, before pushing him away, looking all around.

"P'Kim, get out of here, it's dangerous there..."

"Not anymore."

Kimhan crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow, as if Porchay was the dumbest person on earth.

He was wearing a white t-shirt and black pants, such simple clothes, and yet Chay couldn't help but stare at him. Right now, he would have preferred to be angry and hit Kimhan for what had happened, but his stupid heart was openly checking out the boy in front of him.