SUGAR=SALT [KinnPorsche]

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑=𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓 [𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐝]

❝𝕴'𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝕻𝖍𝖎. 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖔𝖓.❞

Macau and Porchay turned their heads to face the guy who stood by the door. Tankhun walked inside the room, still shocked, trying to hold his glass of wine properly.

Only Porchay feels the awkwardness until Tankhun speaks up, adding fuel to the fire: "How does it feel for my baby Porchay to hold someone like that? Holding someone's head and chin?" Right. Porchay had forgotten to close the door as he was about to leave to make snacks when he was stopped by Macau. He quickly took his hands off him. "And you, Macau? Do you have something to share with me?"

"Yes, I do have something to say," Macau casually stated, "I'd like to ask Porchay out."

Tankhun's jaw dropped. "You want my baby to go out with you?!"

Macau clearly understood what Tankhun was trying to say, so he made it clear to him. This guy always reacts rashly. Now he can say that living with a mafia family is better than living with a lunatic.

"I thought you'd actually ask him out, you know, that thing; well, you can take him out, but bring back my baby Porchay by 10 p.m., okay?"

Porchay was left befuddled, and he became more so when Tankhun allowed Macau to go out with him. That was a lot quicker than he had thought it would be! He has known that these two are mortal enemies since then. How could they have talked so casually?

"Well, I heard a new Korean drama starts to premiere tonight, so I'll leave you two now, bye!" Tankhun flipped his jacket in a sassy manner before taking his leave. If he can have the grand entrance, he can also have the splendid exit.

"I already have permission from Khun Nu to take you out; will you join me?"

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It was 6:33 p.m. already when they arrived at Dead End, one of the city's most opulent bars. Before the steel door slid open, Macau scanned his royalty card on the small screen, and a camera snapped a picture of them. Macau took Porchay's hand in his when they entered.

"Good evening, Mr. Macau!" A man in a black suit greeted him, and he just gave a nod.

Six more bouncers greeted them as they walked down the zigzag corridor. Porchay is still in the dark about everything, so he remained silent. After about a minute of walking, they were met by two bouncers.

"I don't have any weapons right now, but I can still kill you with my bare hands," Macau winked at the bouncer as he stepped inside the body scanner machine.

Porchay trailed behind, making no eye contact with the bouncers. When he was done, Macau gave him a mask.

"Why do I need this Phi?" Porchay asked, but the latter didn't respond, so he just wore it immediately. Macau gesticulated for Porchay to hold his hand before casually opening the oak door, and Porchay did so without hesitation.

They were greeted with loud music and smoke from a smoking machine and cigarettes. The aroma of liquor enticed people with dry throats. They walk hand in hand without giving those busy people a second thought. Porchay started to realise why Macau let him wear the mask. This is a bar. Secondhand smoking is harmful to one's health, but he doesn't understand why Macau didn't wear one.

They entered the VIP room. Using the remote control, Macau chose his orders from the monitor. He doesn't want Porchay to get drunk, but he also doesn't want to be egoistic, so he lets him, and fortunately, the young lad ordered apple juice. "Is that all?"