Out of desperation for money. Porchay finally decided if he had to do something inappropriate, then he will. That's that.
He went to a local bar. Even if he just has to wash dishes, he will. He has to pay his fees no matter what. His scholarship is fifty percent of his college fees. And his uncle can send him money just for his rent for the dorm.
So his daily needs and half of the fees are to be paid by money that he earns and because of Kim, he's doomed.
Before entering the bar, His ID was checked. He went inside the counter and asked the bartender. "excuse me, is there any job available in this bar? I'm desperately in need of some money."
The bartender seemed to understand him and answered, "Yeah, there are. You need to talk to the manager about that. Come inside. I'll show you his office."
"Thank you," Porchay replied and followed.
The bartender- net, he learned, stopped outside the gate and knocked and told Porchay to go in.
Porchay went in and saw a 50-ish man sitting on a desk. He asked, "What do you want?" without looking up.
"umm hello, I'm Porchay. I'm looking for a job. It can be anything as long as it pays me well."
The man finally looked up and scanned Porchay's face, then a smirk formed on his dull face.
"well if you say any job, then I might have them. They also pay quite well if you please the customer, right? Fortunately, my old friend just made a reservation this evening, and I wanted someone to entertain him. You have quite a good look. I will please him.
Porchay knew what he had gotten himself into, but there was no going back from here. He gulped and said, "Very well. When do I start?"
"Oh, right now, I will ask Net to provide you with some better clothes and accessories." He looked Porchay up and down. Porchay was feeling like he could throw up, but he just nodded.
Net- the bartender led him to the room up the bar, which was more likely the one-night-stand room. He gave him a polythene, which was all the stuff he needed to get changed into.
"You look young, you shouldn't do stuff like this," Net said to him.
"It's not my choice, anyway. I need the money."
Net gave him a sad smile and left the room. Porchay was alone. He gave himself a minute to breathe and then got changed.
He came downstairs to the Net. Net passed him a drink. "It's on the house, you should get ready before facing him."
"Thanks," Porchay muttered and gulped the whole drink in one gulp.
Net pointed towards a V.I.P. table where a man the same age as the manager was sitting.
Porchay nodded and walked towards the table.
Breathe in
Breathe out
Nothing matters
You're just doing it for the money
He reminded himself and put a smile on his face before approaching the man.
The man saw him coming and looked at him up and down. He smiled looking pleased.
"Kho khun na kha," Porchay said after reaching the table.
"Sit down sit down, so you were the surprise he was talking about." He said his hand playing on Porchay's back.
Porchay is a nervous wreck. He just tittered while bowing.
"Don't be so nervous, let me buy you a drink which will help you calm down" he called over a waiter and said. "can I have a drink for this young man here."
The drink was bought right away. But he didn't give it to Porchay right away, he said, "Can you get a glass of water sweetheart."
Porchay was more than happy to get away from him, but why didn't he just ask the waitress? Nevertheless, he went to get a glass of water.
While he was gone the man took out the drug pill out of his pocket and dissolved it in Porchay's drink.
When Porchay got back with the water, the man offered the drink to Porchay.
Porchay took it and just took a sip and left the rest for the emergence of awkwardness.
But after a few min he was feeling really dizzy. "would you mind if I use the restroom?"
"Not at all, but be back quick, don't let your old man get bored." He chuckled.
Porchay went inside and leaned on the basin for support. He just took one sip, it cannot be that effective. The man must have added something while he was gone. Before his mind could process anything he was calling Kim for help.
Dammit, he needs to get out of here—
He lost his balance and passed out on the bathroom floor.
The door of the bathroom opened after a few minutes revealing the man who drugged him smiling, very pleased.
He called Net and told him to move Porchay to a room above. "But sir he's very young." Protested Net.
"I don't care, he was offered to me. Now don't speak if you don't wanna lose your job." The man ordered.
Porchay was lying on a bed helpless. The man came in, he didn't even bother to lock the door. He kept his glass of water on the bedside table.
He smiled down at Porchay and started undoing his shirt. He unbuttoned three, revealing Porchay's neckline. He was leaning on to put a kiss there.
When the door opened Kim came in face-punching the man. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?" he yelled.
"Who are you? There must be a misunderstanding." The man started to compensate. He looked scared to Kim.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!" Kim yelled in rage. "He is not yours to have."
"What but the " the man started.
"Are you leaving or not? GET OUT!" the man went out, practically running.
Kim grabbed the water from the bedside table and splashed it on Porchay's face.
Porchay woke up still dizzy. "what the hell?"
"Can you come to your senses?" He said while holding Porchay upright.
"What were you thinking can't you see YOU JUST GOT SPIKED!?!" Kim yelled, purely angry.
"I know what I was doing alright?" Porchay tried to yell back.
"what were you doing? Are you ready to sell your body just for mere money?!?!" Kim yelled in disbelief.
"You don't know what this mere money means to me! So don't go around lecturing me about my decisions." Porchay yelled angrily.
" I bet you were with me just bc of my money," Kim said disgusted.
Porchay held his face tight but his eyes gave him away. A single drop of tear fell. But he didn't want to seem weak.
"Yes! I was with you just because of your money."
"you want money right," Kim said a maniac glint in his eyes. He took out s pile of money notes out of his pocket.
"here" he threw some on Porchay's face.
"here" some more on his shoulder.
A lump was forming on Porchay's throat but he held his ground.
"Yes! Alright as long as you give me money. You can do anything to me." He said looking straight into Kim's eyes.
Kim in his rage, pushed Porchay flat on the bed and climbed on top of him. He started kissing down Porchay's neck very aggressively.
Porchay couldn't do anything but lay there with no control of the situation. Kim bit him on the side of his neck. Which made him groan.
The lump that had formed in his throat gave away. Porchay let out a hard, loud Sob. He wanted to cry so bad. But he didn't wanna seem weak, he feels so helpless right now. He just wants a hug right now. He wants his big brother, but that would only be possible if they were in the same country.
Porche left Porchay in his uncle's hand and flew to the US to earn money, they talk on call and FaceTime when they miss each other, after all, they are the only real family each other has.
Kim froze as soon as he heard Porchay cry. His anger was gone with that one sound. Coming back with all that guilt, He is the reason that Porchay is miserable.
He wraps his hand around Porchay's back. And takes him into a hug. He holds him and lets him cry on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry..." Kim blurts out, holding the back of Porchay's head which is bent down to Kim's neck. Kim's heart dropped as Porchay's sobs became louder and more grieving.
Kim pulls back and holds Porchay's face in his hands, sweeping away the tears through his thumbs, "I'm sorry," he kisses his cheek—messy and desperate. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," his neck, his jaw. "Please, I'm sorry." It's sad. It all feels so sad and warped. "I'm sorry," Kim kisses the tears off of his face. "I'm sorry."
"Enough," Porchay says, trying to climb out of Kim's lap. Kim holds him by the shoulder and makes Porchay face him. "I don't..." Porchay continues but Kim cuts in.
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"I know what I did was shit and you have every right to be mad at me but Chay you also need to know how much you matter to me, the past days when you were not with me I thought I was going to lose my mind, you were the one who kept me stable and now when I saw you calling me and I heard you getting dragged away, I'm sorry but I thought I was gonna lose you."
Porchay's face softened a little, "I... don't know, how will we work this out. You are a celebrity and I'm just a pebble"
"Don't call my man a pebble" Kim frowned and a blush crept up Porchay's face. "And don't you worry about that, I started it so I'll make it work"
Porchay smiled at him, "Then let's get out of here"
"No"
"What do you mean no?"
"No" Kim smirked at him and Oh Porchay knew that smirk.
"P'Kim..." but he was cut off by Kim practically slamming their lips together.