In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

14. Shave Bet (Pt. 1) (18+)

The night was dense, illuminated only by a few neon lights scattered along the shadowed track, casting colors over the twisted metal and asphalt below.

Kim's eyes were narrowed in pure frustration, his hand clenched tightly around his phone.

He had barely believed it when the truth had reached him. Chay, sweet, stubborn Chay, was riding in illegal races.

"PITCH KITTS WINS AGAIN"

"THERE IS A NEW RACER IN THE TOWN"

"YOUNG MASTER OF RICH FAMILY"

"HE IS JUST TOO GOOD AND HANDSOME TO BE TRUE"

Finding him hadn't been hard; tracking down Porchay was something Kim Kimhan Theerapanyakul could do with his eyes closed.

He scoffed.

What he hadn't expected was the sight before him. Porchay, wild and fearless, was laughing as he mounted his bike, preparing for the night's race. With other Biker's Hands wrapped around him. Too Close.

Red tinted Kim's vision. Anger. Jealousy. Possession.

Theerapanyakuls were like mad, possessive dogs when it comes to protecting thier Bone.

With hook or without over thier own sanity.

Hanging by thin thread.

With a dark look, Kim stepped forward, his presence unnoticed until he spoke, his voice cutting through the crowd like a knife. Bodyguards covering the whole surroundings as everyone who were there to watch the race started to murmurs.

"Porchay!"

Chay's head snapped up, his eyes widening as Kim stormed toward him.

He tried to put on a cool face, though a hint of guilt flickered in his gaze. "Kim, what are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you that," Kim said, crossing his arms. "Have you lost your, god danm mind? Its middle of night"

He closed the distance between them.

Chay shrugged, forcing a confident grin. " What I am doing is nothing. It's just a race, Kim. I'm careful, you know?"

"Careful? This is dangerous, it's not just a scratch you'll be walking away with," Kim shot back, struggling to keep his anger from spilling over. "You could get hurt. Or worse."

Chay rolled his eyes, folding his arms defiantly. "You are more Dangerous than anything ever created on earth Kim. I don't need you telling me what I can and can't do, You're not my brother."

Kim's eyes hardened. "Your Fucking brother was worried you might be doing something reckless. And it turns out he was right-you're out here, with no sense of what's safe or not, putting yourself at risk for what? Because you're bored? Trying to prove something?"

Chay's defiance flared as he scoffed. "Oh, come on, Kim. I'm not a kid anymore. I'm a man. I know how to handle myself."

Porchay was silent and resilient. He just glared back at him.

The tension was thick, the two staring each other down, neither willing to back down. Finally, Kim took a breath, his voice softer but still firm. "Man, you say. Alright. Fine. You want to race? Brat, Then let's make it interesting."

Chay raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering over his stern face. "What do you mean?"

Kim met his raven orbs, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips. "We'll make a bet. We race, here, tonight. If I win, you do exactly what I say from here on out."