Interest in you - MacauChay

Chapter 8 - Concealed

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Obviously Macau knew Chay was cute. 

Everyone knew. 

Those Bambi eyes could convince even the coldest most disciplined soul to bend under his will with just a few bats of his eyelashes and glimpse of his dimples, which were only visible when he smiled. Like really smiled.

But before they had even 'met' Macau had observed the younger, or more precisely his father had made him follow the kid a few times after finding out he was Kinn's favourite new bodyguard's little brother. Macau, despite his nosy nature, was very uninclined to spy on random people (especially the little brothers of guys who pushed him into ponds) and couldn't c are less about gathering information on the boy.

When he first laid eyes on the boy, from a distance the family resemblance hadn't been very clear. Unlike his brother, the boys features were very soft, his skin a few tones lighter, much less muscular and had slightly curly hair covering most of is upper head including his ears and eyes. However, when he was able to move in closer as to gage more of both the boys appearance and personality, the likeness between the two brothers shone through clearly. They both had the sort of contagious smile that Macau found extremely annoying. 

However after watching him for only a short while, Macau realised their personalities were wildly different. Porsche was extraverted and reckless, his brother was neither of those things. Porchay seemed empathetic and had this kind of gentle power to get anyone do what he wanted without even realising he possessed said ability. Although, Macau wasn't sure if his perceived innocence and kindness was just an act to achieve whatever he wanted.

Macau hated that.

He hated liars. He had been lied too, left out, and manipulated his entire life yet, even despite this, he was so incredibly jealous of those who could perfect the art of stratagem and deception. He did not possess those abilities, however he did exceed at concealing his own feelings and presenting how he wanted to be seen by others with much ease. He had been forced to hide himself and his emotions all throughout his childhood but never gained his fathers air of authority or his brothers aptitude for exploitation. He was often described as 'the black sheep of the family'.

Porchay was an enigma to him and even now, after knowing each other for months, the boy never stopped surprising him.

However, some of the things Chay did that others would describe as "cute" Macau just thought were weird and funny. Weird and funny. Those were the only words Macau could think of at this very moment. Chay had come running into his room with a huge back-pack that looked as though it was made for carrying a tent not whatever was sat inside, that the boy had clearly over compensated for. He quickly shut the door behind him and placed his index finger on his lips to obviously signal to Macau to stay quiet.

Macau couldn't help giggle a the image, but his "annoyingly loud laugh" as Chay had called it on the first time they trained together, in his defence Chay had kicked a punching bag as hard as he could causing it to smack him in the face afterwards. Macau thought it was hilarious. Buy his laughing subsequently made the boy to run over to the other and cover his mouth. It wasn't until Chay felt Macau mouth "sorry" on his hand before he hastily removed it.

Chay had managed to escape the body guards assigned to him (which he didn't understand why he still needed since Macau had been teaching him defend himself anyways) so he could go to a party later that night, but was not about to let Macau ruin his chances by alerting the whole building of his presence.

Chay watched Macau put down the video game controller he was holding as he took of his bag, that in hindsight was probably too big but "it's better to have too much space than not enough" as Porsche had always said. Well... said once... but the details weren't important.

Macau visibly sighed and crossed his arms giving the other a disapproving look. "Who said you could just barge into my room whenever you like?" He asked rhetorically as Porchay started to reach into his bag. 

"You did?" he asked hoping at some point Macau had said something like "you can go into my room anytime" even though he knew that would be extremely unlikely, especially since the only other time he had gone into Macau's room other than the day Pete got shot was when he was told by Pete to wake the other boy up so he could study more knowing he had probably blown of his revision time to take a nap. On that day, the extent of time Chay had spent in there was going over to the bed and flicking water onto Macau's face to wake him up before getting a pillow thrown at him and leaving.

"You know I have never said anything of the sort." Macau responded to the frankly idiotic remark, trying his best to keeps his voice down as it was clear Chay didn't want someone to hear. He watched as Porchay's usual strange expression he adorned when thinking slowly transformed into a pitiful pout making him look like a sad puppy in the rain.

Chay knew his sulking face was working when Macau let out an exasperated "God." and rolled his eyes at the boy. "Fine you can stay." That was all the information Porchay needed before continuing his search in his seemingly bottom-less rucksack. 

He only stopped to look back up at the other when he heard a loud cough. Macau raised his eyebrows questioningly at the other provoking Chay to respond with a quick and slightly annoyed "What?" before rolling his eyes and turning back to the task at hand. 

He had placed the bag down and knelt on the floor to make his mission easier. If he was being honest, throwing a singular eye-shadow brush amongst lots of clothes and other make-up was probably not a great idea but in his defence he had to pack quickly and wasn't being as careful as he could've been.

Macau got off his bed and wandered over to the boy. "Aren't you going to thank me?" he asked, a small smirk adorning his lips. He watched as the other groaned and tuned his gaze to look up at the other through his eye-lasses. Macau had to admit this was one of the moments when Chay looked cute-cute not weird and funny-cute but he wasn't going to dwell on that thought, he had goal to achieve right now. If Porchay was going to show up so suspiciously while taking over his room and interrupting his gaming, he was going to get compensation that's for sure.

The boy had the nerve to ask "For what?" in that half sassy half innocent way only he could pull off. "Well..." Macau started walking even closer to the other, "For not calling Porsche about his run-away little brother and for not shouting as loud as I can 'Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat is here' right now." 

Porchay once again rolled his eyes but knowing that Macau would most definitely do those things if not he replied "Thank you." in the most ironic and sarcastic voice he could muster.

"See, that wasn't so hard was it?" Macau replied, smirk growing bigger every word. "But-" Before he could continue Chay suddenly stood cut and cut him off  "But what? Just say what you want from me because I don't have the time to listen to you right now." he remarked placing his arms on his hips now awaiting whatever stupid reply Macau would have.

Macau only smiled more at that, copying the other by placing his hands on his own hips he finished his sentence. 

"What are you going to give me in return for my silence, Bambi?"