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Evening. The house of 24 years old JJ Radchapon.
- Tutor? Seriously? So you want me to go clubbing with you just because you want to stare at that smurf? Did I get that right?
JJ asks his best friend, who is almost ready to kneel and beg, just so the older one will agree. When he heard him how he was calling his crush, he chuckled slightly.
- Phi, you actually have blue hair too.
JJ makes a face and pouts his lips, trying to seem unbothered.
- It doesn't change the point. Sorry little one, but I'm really busy today. Maybe another time.
JJ smiles contentedly. This makes Yim even more angry and he is almost ready to throw the elder on his shoulder and drag him forcefully to the club. The younger can do it, of course he can. But won't do something like that to JJ because the other might get really pissed.
- But phi!
The elder pretends not to listen to him, covering his ears with his hands.
- I don't want to listen to anything! Blah blah blah!
JJ likes to tease the younger, it's his favorite thing - after cooking, of course. He has already disappeared back to the kitchen, and Yim immediately followed him, trying to somehow calm down the yapper. And he succeeded.
- JJ Radchapon! Is it too much to ask of you?
JJ stops, looking at the younger extremely offended, but at the same time questioningly. What impudence!
- Hey, little one, who are you trying to be disrespectful to now, huh?
The elder one attacks Yim with his fists, of course in a joking manner. He didn't even try to hit him, because he knows that he can get it back.
- Well, phi, you know very well that they won't let me into Phoenix without you! And you understand perfectly well how much I want to go there!
Yim tries to defend himself as best he can, but he can't really escape from JJ's hands.
- You only want to go there because that guy Tutor hangs out there every friday.
The younger one pouts his lips and puts on his puppy eyes, that are always working. Well, for now he hoped that it would work. He tries to push on the older's pity. But it doesn't seem to really work this time with the older. JJ turned away from him, starting from where he was stopped with the cooking earlier, by no other than Yim himself.
- Do a good deed for once in your life. Please!
JJ sighs heavily and turns back to the pleading eyes, the frying pan in his left hand, swinging it back and forth. Yim barely slips away under the table at the other end of the kitchen.
- You're only 22! And he's 27! I didn't raise you like that, young lady!
Wait, what?
- My parents actually raised me. And I'm not a lady.
The brunette half lifts his head to look at the elder, but JJ waves the frying pan in his direction.
- Stop giving me attitude, you little shit!
Yim just sticks his tongue out at him and dashes out of the kitchen, because JJ was seriously ready to hit him with that frying pan.
- There's not that big of an age difference, I don't understand why you're reacting like that. If you don't want to go with me, then I'll go ask P'Ohm! He definitely won't refuse me!
Ohm Thanakrit Chiamchunya - a real pain in the ass and JJ's cousin. Openly gay, likes to party and cause shir. Doesn't care about the consequences, once said that JJ passed away. He was just really drunk, passing out seconds after.
- If you ask him, I won't come to the police station for you at three in the morning anymore. And I'll also tell your mom everything. Then you'll definitely won't be able go anywhere and you won't have to ask anyone to cover up your mess.
Yim stops in the middle of the room and looks with horror at his best friend, and JJ smiles slyly, just like the cheshire cat. Then just sighs.
- Okay, I'll go with you to this damn club. But this will be the last time. Today, either you make him your boyfriend, or forget about him forever.
The elder looks at Yim straight in the eyes, then throws the frying pan far away and disappears into his room. Twenty minutes later, he comes out all in expensive stuff, a black shirt, black classic pants that defined his legs and waist, but at the same time free enough to move. Paired with leather boots, a thin silver pendant adorned his neck. His slightly long hair was gathered in a loose bun, leaving a few thin strands to decorate his pretty face. On his lips, the same strawberry lip balm that the older usually uses. Cat-like eyes slightly contoured with a black eye pencil. JJ looks too perfect even with minimal preparation. And also, he smelled of expensive perfume. Yim was actually speechless. He never thought that his best friend could look so stunning.
- Oh my god, phi, you are so freaking pretty. I would date you, but I already like someone.
Yim himself did not understand why he blurted out such a stupid thing and hit himself in the face. JJ laughs heartily.
- We've known each other since we were still in diapers, idiot. How can we both date?
JJ giggles and rolls his eyes slightly.
- Let's go already, I don't like sitting in one place. It's getting too stuffy.
They left the house, and JJ, of course, did not forget to hide the keys in a secret place. He feels with his ass that something will definitely happen today. He has such a premonition. And besides, he wants to drink.
A lot.
Surprisingly, the taxi arrived very quickly. The road was quiet - JJ was lost in his own thoughts, while Yim nervously tugged at the sleeves of his oversized sweater, which fit him simply stunningly, exposing his sharp collarbones. Poor girls who are pining for him, they don't even have the slightest chance.
The party was already in full swing at the club. There were no problems at the entrance, because JJ is good friends with the club's owners. Not the nicest people, but it's worth doing business with them. The security guards already know him like one of their own. They were sitting at one of the VIP tables, with a good view at Tutor's table. Yim kept staring at him, and JJ frankly wanted to disappear into thin air.
- Go buy him a drink, dumbass. Are you going to keep staring at him like that?
Yim's eyes nearly flew out of their sockets from how big they turned. The younger reacts like that only when he's scared. What did JJ say that it affected him like that?
- P'JJ, I'm actually terrified! Look how handsome he is, and look at me! I'm a whole bum!
JJ openly stares at Tutor, who is dressed in a white silk shirt, leather pants, dark makeup that emphasizes his eyes and sharp features, long golden earrings in his ears, bright blue hair arranged neatly. He really looked good, but Yim wasn't bad either.
When he had looked at the other guy enough, he quickly turned to the younger to face him and, grabbing him tightly by the shoulders, looks him straight in the eyes and shakes him as hard as he could. Hoping to get some sense in his friend.
- I'm going to hit you now, seriously. You're not a bum, not even close to being one. I warned you already, Yim - today or never! So get off your flat ass and go hit on him. I'm sure he won't refuse you.
Yim swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded slightly. He was shocked by his friend's words and behavior, with what determination he said all this, even though an hour ago he was completely against it.
- Don't look at me like that. I'll wait for you here. Only flirting and not anything else, you're still young.
Yim snorted at his words and jumped up on his two feet. Slightly swaying, he walked towards Tutor, hands slightly shaking.
- Oh, kids grow up so fast these days.
JJ ironically wiped away invisible tears and drank his glass of clear drink in one gulp. It felt like his throat was burning, but he knows he just has to get used to it if he really wants to have fun. He said that he wanted to drink a lot, and he was already going to give up? That will not happen!
After a while, he got bored, and the alcohol had already started to do its job. He would probably leave half of his salary here, hoping that they would give him a discount. He did not find anyone interesting on the dance floor, and Yim had been absent for too long. Suddenly, he heard a familiar laugh and instantly looked up in that direction. The familiar mop of brown hair disappeared into an embrace with a smurf behind the wall of the corridor that leads to the bathroom.
- I told him not to do anything like that.
JJ mutters under his breath and gets up immediately, following the couple on his own, already cottony legs. There is no way he will allow this. He felt that something was wrong with this Tutor guy. He will get Yim, beat up that crazy guy, then scold his friend for being so reckless. Then just go home. He has had enough. That was not how the deal was supposed to be.
JJ almost reached the bathroom door, when he suddenly is being grabbed tightly by the waist from behind and dragged somewhere.
- Hey, what's going on? Let me go, you asshole!
JJ clearly doesn't like this, even if he is drunk. What the hell is going? What kind of behavior is this? This person clearly has no manners! They could have approached him normally if they wanted to get to know him. He tried to actually escape the strong pair of hands, but didn't really succeed, because his nose was covered with a handkerchief that was clearly soaked in something not very good. The smell was not the best.
Drugs?
He felt unbearably hot and scared, although his blood froze in his veins. It was so hot, JJ actually wanted to take off his damn shirt. Still, the alarm in his brain was going off even louder. He was being dragged somewhere. A long, poorly lit corridor. This situation was clearly not going to end well. But this was not a reason to give up. JJ began to kick more and more with his weak hands and feet, but soon - his vision became blurry and he stopped feeling his own body at all.
His heart was beating so fast, like a rabbit trying to escape from a wolf. His head was spinning and it seemed to him that it was about to burst into a thousand pieces. JJ's whole life flashed before his eyes in that moment. Is this really how he is going to die? No, he has to find Yim! He tries to scream, but his lips are numb and just open in a quiet whisper.
- Let go... what are you doing... no, I don't want to... where is Yim...
But JJ never got the answers to his questions. Stars started to flash before his eyes and the last thing he remembers is being carried like a sack of potatoes to the back exit of the club, a blue mop of hair that disappeared behind the back-door, the leather seats of the black van, then darkness.
JJ couldn't feel anything else anymore.
- Phi, are you sure everything will be okay with him?
Tutor stares at the glass of expensive alcohol, then drinks it without any hesitation. His throat burns like crazy and he totally enjoys it.
- Trust me, Yim, it will be better for everyone. I'll explain absolutely everything to you later somehow.
He whispers quietly and smashes their lips into a heated kiss.