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“Now, tell me. What did you do?”
There they were.
Sitting in the minor house dining room.
Porchay was trying to sense the atmosphere and it was as chaotic as it could be.
On his side was Macau almost on his knees begging for mercy. There was this full guilt-regretful expression going on over his face. Vegas sat in front of him.
'Was Vegas just this nice with Macau or he was playing the good older brother and trying his best to keep his cool?'
“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened. Kim didn’t let out much. He just told me he wanted to talk to you and Kim doesn’t really talk to people, does he?” Vegas said the last sentence staring directly at Porchay.
Does he know something?
UGH.
These mafia little shits.
“We just happen to find Kim account info and he annoys the shit out of us. So we decided to spend a load of money on his card.”
“Out of the sudden? You just happen to have Kim card info laying around and decided to use it?” Vegas asks clearly not buying any of it.
“Yes.” Macau admitted, embarrassed.
“What a coincidence! Just as Wik has this dating scandal news out, you two decide to go and spend tons of money on his card.” Vegas smirks at Porchay.
“What are you implying?” Porchay said, grinding his teeth.
“I’m not implying, I'm stating! You two think I'm stupid?” Vegas stopped to consider the situation they were in. “Let’s get things straight: You both did what you did for whatever reason you did, I really don’t care, and now Kim reached out to me because he can’t get in touch with you, am I right?”
Porchay nodded reluctantly.
Vegas started laughing so hard he started tearing. “Oh. MY. GOD. I didn’t know Kimhan could be so PATHETIC. And that's it?”
Porchay and Macau stared at each other confused as Vegas started to make a call.
“Pete! No need to worry. The whole situation is pretty much -” Vegas starts to laugh again. “Never mind. I need to tell this in person. You’re not going to believe”.
Porchay had trouble sleeping as usual. Macau was sleeping like a baby by his side as if nothing happened. He got up and sat by the balcony door and stared at his phone. 1:43 AM it said.
A new message notification popped up.
Unknown: Porchay.
Before you block me again, Let’s meet up. I just want to talk.
Unknown: This was a misunderstanding and I want to let you know what happened.
Unknown: I’ll send someone to pick you up when you’re willing to talk.
Unknown: Please, let me know when you feel like it. No pressure. I’ll be up to it when you can.
Another message followed.
It was a phone number.
Porchay didn’t know what to think. His heartbeat was too loud to give room for any thoughts.
Should he go?
A voice screamed with no doubt: YES! Part of him wanted to block and ignore him once again, but it was no use running. They needed to talk and put an end to this once for all.
When the morning came, Porchay decided to not tell Macau about Kim’s message yet. Not that Macau wouldn’t be supportive of whatever he decided to do about Kim, he just felt like everything that involved Kim and him was already involving too many people.
He wanted for it to be just the two of them like it used to be.
The anxiety built up a bit on the following days. Porchay didn’t have the guts to get in touch with Kim. He hasn't heard from Kim since then. Was he actually waiting for Porchay to reach out?
Since high school ended and university was a sore subject, Porchay days were basically filled with having breakfast with his Ma, exercizing outside the compound and doing whatever Macau has planned for both each day.
As he was leaving the gym, he saw a black car parked across the street. He recognized it right away.
Suddenly he couldn’t feel the ground beneath him.
Before Porchay could think, Big got out of the car and walked in his direction.
“Good Morning, Khun Porchay”.
Porchay remained in silence so Big proceeded. “I have orders from Khun Kim to pick you up and -”
“I didn’t tell him I was ready”. Porchay cut him off.
“He knows. You’ll only be taken to see him if you want to”.
“And if I say no?”
“I have orders to escort you back to the compound.”
Porchay didn't allow himself to give it a second thought. “I need to change first.”