MIDNIGHT DAYDREAM

Chapter 1

"Chay, have you touched down yet?"

Porchay, who was busy balancing his shoulder bag, trunks, and handphone with two hands, needed a minute to answer his hia question. "Yeah, yeah, just arrived."

"Good, good. Don't forget to get your baggage, all of them. Big is coming to get you."

Porchay rolled his eyes. One year of freedom and coming back to this again. So not fair. "Or, I can just get a taxi."

"No. Absolutely not." There is a stern undeniable colour in Porsche's voice that made Porchay draw a sigh.

"Who?" Macau asked.

"Hia Porsche."

Macau laughed. "We are 19 already but still they treat us like newly hatched chicks."

"Speaking of treating us like chicks," Porchay pointed to a direction after he hit Macau in the chest. There, in all of his, leather jacket and black sunglasses, looking expensive with at least ten people surrounding him, glory, stood Vegas, who was all smiles when he saw Macau. Now it was Macau turned to grumble. "At least my brother isn't here personally."

"But look what your brother sends you," Macau said pointedly. Big brought at least a dozen men with him, all wearing suits. The cringe. Porchay wished someone just shot him now and been done with it.

"Khun Porchay," Big bowed him and the rest followed suit, making people turn their heads. 'God, the shoot, please', Chay prayed silently. But he knew they were only doing their job so he just smiled, nodded, and walked away to where Macau was. In no time, someone already got their hands on his belongings, leaving him empty-handed.

He looked at Macau's state, which was being held hostage in Vegas' embrace and cheek kisses. Definitely worse than him, at the moment. Vegas looked at Macau lovingly before looking at Chay who walked to them closer.

"You got something for me, Home Boy?" he asked in fluent English, giving Chay one of his hugs. His face was still smiling. Vegas chose an easygoing persona, it suited him, really. No one knew he was a maniac killer if Chay presented them with this view. Chay nodded. "Yeah, for P'Pete too. I'll deliver them later." Vegas smiled at him again. "Hurry, Pete misses you."

To know how fucked up Khun Vegas Theerapanyakun was, one only needs to know how he and Pete ended up being lovers. That, and what 'activities' they chose as 'bedroom extracurricular'. He and Macau accidentally found out about that one and were still unable to scrap it out of their minds. 

Who would've thought that sweet Pete liked that kind of stuff.

Chay smiled. "I'll try. But I think Hia will lock me in a room and throw away the key for at least a week." Vegas laughed, "So true. I guess me with this one too."

Macau shoved his older brother. "No way! I want to go have fun."

"We'll see, we'll see." But it looked like Vegas was not the one to be worried about in this stuff. He was cool with them boys going out to clubs, drinking, smoking, and else, even when they were 17. His only rule was: safety first, safety then, safety always. That was why they were only able to go to clubs owned by family. But that didn't matter much as they were one of the best, most popular, packed-jammed clubs in Thailand.

The rules hadn't change when they were in London. They got at least four shadow bodyguards that Vegas sent and four more that Kinn and his brother sent. Half acted as students like them. How did he know? Macau was great at spotting them, he was used to them. Chay can't protest as they never bothered or restricted his movements.

But he was hyper-aware of them. It was like they took a bit of chunks of fun that Chay had of being free. Yes, he could do whatever he wanted and got away with it, but he was never really free.