🍞 Our bread smile 🍞 ✨️🍞 KIMCHAY AU✨️🍞

3. Memories

"Is this a fucking joke?" Porsche screamed, throwing a pillow in front of the tv, the one Porchay just appeared in that weird show. He couldn’t believe that he just saw his brother.

"Why? What's happening?" Yok came running from the kitchen where she was preparing tea for her special guest, her precious Porsche. And then, she screamed too. "Is this Chay?" She asked, sitting next to the boy. She had wanted to try watching but she would have never thought of knowing one of them. It was even more unreal thinking it could be her little cherry.

"He didn’t freaking tell me anything!"

"Love…he is a grown up…"

"Yok. Be serious. Does he look reassured or relaxed now?" He furrowed his eyebrow and pointed his fingers at the same screen Kim was looking at in his room.

“Not really…” She confessed. “I was trying to calm you down but…I think the same…”

“I am pretty sure it’s Ten! That bitch! I can’t believe him!”

“Would he have pushed him into this?”

“Who else? Yok, this man even asked Chay to talk about him in one of his songs, something he would have never done because Chay is a professional who would not do anything as bullshit as this! But here he is with Ten in a show where only Porchay is really known?” Porsche sighed loudly. He just wanted to close the tv but it was his only way to be around his brother as what they were seeing was happening at the same time.

“It might be why we had no idea. He knew that we would have shown him how bad this decision was…”

“Exactly why he should have told us…I am so dumb, he was quieter than usual last week, I should have known…”

“How could you imagine something like this? You didn’t even know that this show was beginning before I forced you to open it…”

“Yok…it doesn’t matter…I don’t like his face…” Porsche said, hugging one of the pillow as if he could send that comforting energy to his brother.

Porchay was expressionless and to be honest Porsche was already witnessing the disaster which that head would provoke. He knew that face, it was the one of someone who just wanted to disappear into his room like he did before, when their parents died and when Porchay didn’t even know how to speak without crying in a river. He hadn’t been more desperate than Porsche, his emotions just buried him deep in earth instead of helping him to express his sadness. This was the moment he finally turned totally towards music, before it was a silly dream, he didn’t believe in it, he was just a child thinking that life could be what he would imagine.

But then it became a necessity, because he needed to survive, because it became something he believed in, because he wanted to not stay in his room all day and that creating notes on a blank piece of paper, using words to enchant the world was a way to make it more liveable. Porsche helped him as much as he could, as he helped him Porchay came out of his room, by small steps and here he was now at the beginning of what he would have never dared to dream of first.

But his head was an absolute downfall. It finally hit Porsche. He took his phone out and looked at the date.

“Shit!...He won’t be home the day of their death…” He screamed before whispering.

“You think Chay knew but was still accepted, pushed by Ten?” Yok asked, the same awful emotion appearing on her face.

“I am sure! Ten! I swear I will! How could he? Persuade Chay at that period of time?”

“And-” Yok couldn’t continue another pillow was thrown on the ground by Porsche.

“Not that one too!”