Eyes on me

015

"Thank you Phi." Porchay muttered gratefully, as he unlocked his seatbelt, ready to leave.

"I'll park the car." Kim said, catching Porchay by surprise.

"Ah?"

"I'll send you back home later once you are done cleaning up." Kim answered, as he started reversing the car into the only parking lot outside Porchay's house.

"You don't have to!" Porchay replied, flustered. He felt bad enough that Kim had driven him all the way here. But Kim paid him no heed.

Once the car was parked, Kim got off and so did Porchay. The boy took out the keys to his pocket and unlocked the door to his parent's house. He pushed the door open gently after hearing a soft click, and turned on the lights illuminating the living and dining room.

The house appeared relatively clean which was unexpected considering that it has been left unmanaged for a month since Porchay had moved out. But...it wasn't spotless and there was still much to do as dust had started accumulating on the cushions.

"Sorry...the house is kinda messy." Porchay whispered sheepishly to Kim. "You can stay out here if you'd like."

"It's okay." Kim said, and before Porchay could convince him otherwise, the brunette had already stepped in.

So without any choice, Porchay guided him to the living area after he dusted off the seat briefly.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" Porchay asked. He didn't know why but he felt rather anxious with Kim around probably because he didn't think the brunette would feel comfortable in his house. Kim was used to living in a lavish mansion anyway.

Kim shook his head, saying that he was still rather full from lunch and so the boy didn't press further. He left Kim to what he was doing and started to get some cleaning done starting with the kitchen.

He swept the floors, dusted the counter tops and organized the dishes in the cabinets. He was wearing a pair of pink rubber gloves that he managed to find in one of those bottom cabinets, but by the time he was done scrubbing the kitchen and living area, the gloves had turned soggy and..he looked like a total mess. Beads of sweat had trickled down from the sides of his face and his slightly damp fringe was stuck on his forehead.

Porchay was so engrossed in cleaning that he had almost forgotten Kim was in his house until he spotted the brunette scrolling through his phone lazily as he sat on the couch. The boy took one more glance at him, just to make sure he was okay before he headed up to clean the bedrooms.

He completed Porsche's room first because it was the neatest (and the smallest since Porchay had the privilege of having an ensuite bathroom), then his parents' and finally his which was catastrophic to say the least. He had boxes left behind from when he moved to live with Porsche in the Theerapanyakul family, and balls of crumpled paper scattered everywhere which he thought he had disposed of but it didn't appear to be the case. In fact, he thought the same of the waste basket but it was evidently overflowing by the time Porchay was standing in this room.

Anyway, with a determined sigh, Porchay began clearing whatever he could (starting with the papers first) then the bin. Once he had completed going through his room, he made sure to wash his bathroom too which definitely smelt pungent. Maybe the sink was clogged? Porchay wonders to himself as he starts poking around the pipe inquisitively, only to have his doubts confirmed as the smell only got stronger and worse as he neared the sink.

He didn't know how that could happen but he certainly needed to do something about it. And...he did. The only problem was that he was too quick to make a judgment. He thought of calling the plumber but he was confident that minor issues like these were easy to fix except that maybe he should have consulted the web (or Kim) before he started to unscrew the exposed drain pipe under the sink. Has he done this before? Never. But was he still confident that unscrewing the drain pipe would work? Yes. In fact, he thinks it saves a lot more time as opposed to home remedies.