Love in the billionaire's mansion

Porchay

Porchay stepped out his family's private jet with a spring in his step. He is finally back home for his semester break and although the long plane ride from USA to Thailand was not so wonderful, he gets to see his Hia after a long time, so its tolerable.

"Big! Are you sure that Hia is in the farm house?" He asked.

"Khun Porchay, K'Porsche is right now in France but is expected to arrive to Thailand tomorrow." Big replied, bowing his head.

"And Big, make sure Hia doesn't know I'm here, alright? I want to surprise him!" Porchay told with a hint of excitement.

Big nodded again. K'Porsche ordered Big and Ken to protect his nong. While K'Porsche loved his little brother to the core, he respected the latter's privacy. As long as K'Chay was safe and sound, Big didn't have to report much back to Porsche.

Porchay walked into the waiting car, followed by Big and Ken. He the connected his Bluetooth to the car's stereo and selected WIK's playlist from his Spotify premium account. As the singer's soulful voice played, Porchay hummed along and bobbed his head, making Big smile with adoration . Young master Porchay, 'Chay' as he like to be called was a huge fan of the musician WIK. His room was filled with that singer's merchandise and Big and Ken accompanied Chay to numerous of WIK's concerts. The trio sat in the first row, swinging their light sticks like a bunch of lovesick teeny. Chay also participated in meet and greets, video call events and what not. Now that they are in Thailand, Big wondered fondly, how many more concert tickets he has to buy for Chay.

The car stopped in front of the sprawling mansion, one of the many properties of Porsche Kittisawat. Big and Ken unloaded the car, tallying the luggage as Porchay went inside.

Chay walked into the familiar house, eager to jump into his soft bed and take a long nap, damn jet lag. As soon as his foot touched the stairs leading to the first floor, he heard a beautiful melody being played somewhere in the house.

It was one of the Beethoven sonata, the very piece that Chay was struggling to learn in his college this semester. Chay always messed up this song, it's complicated chords making his head spin.

Chay followed the music and stopped in front of the door and peered inside. And rubbed his eyes again and looked inside again.

And then took two steps and took a deep breath to suppress his budding scream.

Is that his idol/crush/role model/love of his life WIK? Or was his sleeplessness causing him hallucinations? Because there is no way in hell, the WIK is sitting in his room, playing his piano. Did hia already knew Chay was coming and brought WIK over to surprise him instead of other way around? But Chay made Big and Ken swear on their lives that they should not report his arrival to Hia.

As the sonata came to its end, the enchanted Porchay suddenly blurted, ""Wow, that was very impressive..Play me another song!"

Porchay pinched his mouth shut, feeling extremely shy as WIK looked at him hooded eyes, surprise flicking through his dark orbs.

Chan, Hia's bodyguard, came inside, probably after hearing Chay's excited squeak, and bowed deep at the sight of Porchay.

"Khun Porchay" he respectfully said.

At that mention, WIK stood up, seemingly confused at the familiar yet so unfamiliar face in front of him. The room was quiet for a few long minutes. Chay was speechless at the sight of WIK who didn't know whether it was his place to speak and Chan was thinking hard to make up some excuse to pacify the situation.

"Khun Chay, should I keep K'Porsche gift in your room or his.." Big said, as he came in holding a huge gift wrapped box and stopped at the sight of person who adored the walls of his Boss's penthouse for the past 5 years.

Porchay couldn't hide his inner fan boy anymore, as he scrambled to introduce himself. "P'WIK! I'm Porchay, your biggest fan ever. It's an honour to have you here! I think you were so awes-"

"K'Chay, give him a minute" said Big carefully, intercepting the frantic SOS signal from Chan.

Chay nodded understandingly. He was quiet for a minute before he piped up again "P'WIK, what are you doing here?"

Chan winced, glancing at Big who looked equal parts uncomfortable. In what vocabulary could they delicately tell that Chay's idol is his beloved brother's  current fuck toy?

"I'm his guest" WIK replied, looking down.

Chay bobbed his head, accepting easily and started gushing excitedly about music...

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Chan and Big stood in the corner of the room, looking at the two people who were immersed in music.

"Does K'Porsche know that his nong is coming over?" Chan asked solemnly.

"No sir, K'Porchay wanted to surprise his brother."

"This is a nightmare! Atleast if boss knows that his nong is coming over, he wouldn't have brought his...guest here."

"I'm sorry, Chan."

"No Big, you should have atleast reported it to me. I'm very disappointed in you. Meet me in the training room tonight. You need to be taught a lesson."

"Yes sir"

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"P'WIK-"

"It's actually Kim."

"Huh?"

WIK took a sheet of paper and wrote his stage name. WIʞ and showed it to Chay. He then tilted the paper, making WIʞ look like KIM, a wonderful example of ambigram.

"Wik is another side of me. Maybe, it's the side that I prefer." Kim told Chay, surprising himself at the relevantion. Kim was a very private person and too introverted for his own good and yet there was something in Porchay that made him blurt out his hidden feelings, even thought he knew the latter only for a few hours. Maybe it was the air of naïvety sprinkled with innocence of the supposed business heir that Kim couldn't find anywhere in this dark world, made him comfortable, too comfortable with Chay in short span of time.

Or maybe it was the way Chay's eyes lit up when they talked about music with him. The passion, the sheer amount of knowledge about the depths of chords and melodies that can be known only through hours of hard work reminded him of himself when he was younger. But talent alone isn't enough to become a top musician, Kim reminisced, that's why he was here...

".... Huh? Any side would do. I like them all.
Oh, I meant, the songs. Your songs." Stuttered Porchay, his cheeks flaming red.

Kim smiled a little. Generally, he felt creeped out by the stares he received from his obsessive fans and a few rich people who openly leered at him. But to know that this young man in front of him, who was a bit of fan and came from wealth, has a ?teeny tiny, kinda obvious crush on him made his heart sing a symphony.

Kim diverted the topic by asking a few standard questions,"And why do you want to study Music?"

As Porchay answered, Kim glanced at the clock. It was nearing midnight and tomorrow Khun Porsche is expected to arrive. Kim suddenly wished time would pass slower.

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