SUGAR=SALT [KinnPorsche]

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑=𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓 [𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜]

❝𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞?!❞

Pete noticed the presence of someone watching them, so he did everything he could to push Vegas away despite his tied hands, but it didn't work. Vegas keeps licking him on the cheek. Macau witnessed all of this from his brother, and he stood there, motionless, until Vegas cast a glance at him. He understood it immediately, so he grabbed his uniform and all of his school belongings before leaving his own room.

~~
Macau skipped breakfast and drove straight to the school campus. He was casually walking down the corridor after leaving his big bike in the parking lot. A strong gust of wind blew hard while he was checking the time on his wristwatch, scattering several sheets of music on his path.

He picked up the sheets without giving them a second thought and surprised them both when he was about to hand them over to the owner.

"Thank you, Phi," Porchay bowed after receiving the sheets. Macau responded with a nod, but he noticed Porchay looking awkward in front of him. The young man couldn't even look him straight in the eyes, so he struck up a small conversation with him.

"So... do you play guitar every day?" Macau realised it was a stupid question. Certainly not! Or perhaps yes? But, unlike him, Porchay is capable of multitasking. He can, however, murder an unlimited number of people. But that's already a different subject.

Porchay carefully tucked his musical sheets into his bag. "Yes, Phi; I haven't gone a single day without playing a song since I got this guitar." Porchay smiled as he remembered the day he received the guitar. It can't be called a gift, but he treasures it because of the special person who gave it to him.

"Can I play a song on your guitar?" he asks casually, but the truth is that he's scared shitless of passing out at any moment because he can't stand Porchay's cuteness. He's just too adorable for him.

"Are you sure... you can play Phi?" This guy is the mafia's second son. Minor kin! That is, Macau and his older brother Vegas have always prioritised their studies, and they will be taught to prioritise their own positions as well. They will conduct their massive business on a global scale. This guy would almost certainly be incapable of strumming at least one chord.

They sat on an unoccupied bench. Porchay took the guitar from its case and handed it to him.

Macau starts his job. His gentle strum of the strings surprised the young lad. Furthermore, Macau did a fingerstyle right at the song's pre-chorus. He can see Porchay's reaction right from when he asks for the guitar to the moment he starts playing a song.

Both gazes locked when Macau began strumming the chorus. Porchay is distracted by the melody of the song. It's not as upbeat and optimistic as Macau's smile when they were talking earlier, which faded as soon as he started playing the song. Macau's eyes are emotionless; he may not be singing, but the melody is compelling. Porchay wants him to stop playing, but he doesn't want to spoil the mood. He knows how much fun Macau is having right now, regardless of the chosen song.

He would have continued to exist in his own world if Macau hadn't snapped his fingers in front of his face. He was so preoccupied with Macau's expression while playing the guitar that he missed the end of the song.

"Is there a problem?" Macau noticed Porchay's uneasiness.

"Today is the first day of midterm exams; err... we're going to be late."

"We still have 5 minutes; our rooms aren't that far away; maybe we could run?" Macau glanced at his watch and smiled as he placed the guitar back in its case.

Porchay smiled and nodded shyly.

~~
"I'm going to die; there isn't a single sane individual in this house! All of you are fucked up! How could you abandon my dear Alaska?!!"

Pol and Arm, along with the other bodyguards, have congregated in the living room. Pol continues to nudge Arm's elbow in an attempt to quell their boss, but no one would dare to do so in this scenario simply by looking at Tankhun, who is so mad.

Tankhun keeps yelling, pointing to each of the bodyguards. "Who is in charge of Alaska today? Huh?! No one wants to expose himself? If I find out, I'll be the one to shoot that person in the head—"

"Khun Nu."

"What?!"

Arm went over to Tankhun's side, displaying the phone's screen, "Pete called."

Tankhun's eyes widened with delight when he heard the name of his favourite bodyguard, and he snatched the phone from Arm's grasp in excitement. "Hello Pete?! How are you?" He was literally beaming from ear to ear at the fact that Pete was now calling him on his own accord.

"Is this really you, Pete???!" Tankhun already saw the caller's name but still wonders if it's really Pete calling. It could be Pete's name, but he doubts Vegas will speak on the other end of the line. He may have a bitchy demeanour, but he's a real softie when it comes to Pete. Being separated from his favourite bodyguard after years of being with him must be excruciatingly painful. He begged Pete to let him live with him again, but that was out of the question.

("Khun Nu.")

"Peeete!!!" Tankhun wiped his tears away when he heard the voice of his most beloved bodyguard. Pete's voice is still sweet whenever he calls his name, as it has been since the first day. He looks at the bodyguards, "All of you, get out of my sight! Including you two!" He pointed at Pol and Arm. "But don't assume we're done!" The bodyguards bowed before heading out quietly.

("Khun Nu? Is there something wrong?") Pete became concerned when he heard Tankhun shout on the other end of the line. He can't help his former boss this time because he's no longer the head bodyguard. Unlike before, when he could solve any of his problems.

Tankhun did not respond; he placed the phone on the table and left.

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Have a good day❣️

—CHOFFIELESOULVES