Hello! I was supposed to update this last week but things happened in the KinnPorsche series' company and the fandom is basically in chaos. I lost the energy to finish the translation for this because I was just so worried. As of now, there's still no official statement about what will happen to the series so I'm just worried and confused. But my fave actor from the cast posted something that encouraged me again. Finally finished this, here's the 7th chapter. Enjoy! <3
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TRIGGER WARNING: Rape attempt at the beginning.
- Pete -
"You... Just you," I said, closing my eyes.
Even though in my heart, I wasn't really feeling that way at all. I wanted to run away from here, but because of what Vegas said, I had to endure it by myself. Allow this bastard to do bad things to me time and time again.
His eyes stared at me like a hunter, sneering at me as if he won me as a prey. His lips slowly stretched into a smirk before his face slowly stooped down, burying his face on my neck. My eyes remained closed and my body tensed. I felt goosebumps all over myself. The bastard Vegas ran his lips all over my body. I was confused as to whether I really wanted to die or if I wanted to keep living in this filthy body.
"That's good, simple as that," said Vegas, gently nibbling on my earlobe. His faint words whispering by my ear made my spine shiver and tingle. I swallowed down hard because I knew how much suffering I would face after this.
"Let me go..." Even though I was helpless and I had a calmer attitude, my mouth still wanted to plead for him to stop what he was doing. I wanted to resist, I wanted my body to struggle. I wanted to use all my strength to get it out of my body. But if I did that, I'm going to get hurt even more. That fucking Vegas will always do the same thing.
I felt the warmth of his breath and the wetness of his lips, as he kept sucking and biting as he wished. The more he touched me, the more my heart began to throb with fear. His thick hand gently caressed various parts of my body while my chest kept tensing.
"Vegas... I'm begging you."
"You ask that a lot. Keep begging, I like to hear that," Vegas said in a low tone.
The tip of his nose inhaled along my collarbone as he slowly slid down. As soon as the tip of his tongue touched the top of my chest, I immediately felt a new sensation. It burned all over my body as a tingling in my stomach crept into my feelings. I bit my lip as Vegas started sucking so hard. But it didn't hurt like before, instead there was just an incomprehensible feeling.
But even then, I felt a bitterness in my heart. I was trembling, and before I knew it, tears began to flow. I didn't want to admit how weak I was. I wasn't sad, but I was filled with suffering and agony that it was too hard to bear.
I couldn't even cover it up because I didn't know how much fear I was showing. My hand that was also being held tightly by Vegas twisted into the bed sheet until it was completely crumpled. Tears continued to flow from the corner of my eyes.
Vegas, who was kissing my chest, froze. I didn't know was going on because I kept moving my head around the bed as if I was looking for cover. Both his hands suddenly released me from his grip. The weight that had been pressed against my body became lighter. I narrowed my eyes at him with paranoia. The bastard Vegas pulled away from me as he brushed back his hair and let out a heavy sigh.
"I'm not in the mood anymore. Why are you crying like a little girl?" Vegas said, getting annoyed. I hurriedly backed away from him until I felt the headboard of the bed against my back. I raised my hand and casually wiped my tears.
"..."
"Why?! Do you hate me that much?" The bastard Vegas stared at me. I immediately turned my face away from him.
"..." I didn't know what Vegas would do after this. Somehow, he didn't look daunting with his behavior, and he didn't look as angry as his voice. But I still didn't trust him anyway.
"Fuck! What's wrong with you?" Vegas cursed. He was like talking to himself. He ran his hand through his hair until it was completely messed up. I didn't even want to turn around and look at him now. I was already scared. And it was getting harder and harder to keep it from showing.
"HEEEY!" I suddenly heard Macau's voice. I was sure it was him because Vegas had an immediate reaction even though it couldn't be heard very clearly. He hurriedly walked out of the room without any hesitation.
"Boss Vegas, Miss Pim and Boss Macau are fighting again," I looked up through the glass door and saw his underlings running towards Vegas with agitated expressions. Vegas ran out immediately.
When I saw that, I was relieved that Vegas finally got out of the room. I rushed to the bathroom, managing to take off my pants and quickly washed away the dirt from my body. I kept scrubbing hard until a red streak spread across my chest. The soothing scent of the soap hit my nose which made me calm down. I began to think of various reasons in my head. Just now, why was Vegas like that? My fear began to fade little by little. The paranoia began to disappear as well. Now, only questions and confusion replaced every feeling I had.
Maybe I'm succeeding? Vegas is probably starting to get bored of me. I wasn't that rude anymore. I didn't fight and I didn't talk back much. He might be not having any fun anymore. It was boring, not exciting, because I didn't offend him like I used to! This method worked. I was baffled but I felt like I could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel in my vision. Shit, Pete! You'll get to escape!
My shower lasted for an hour. I tried to stay calm and normalize my mood as much as possible. I had to forbid him to show his disgrace because he was playing with me again. I had to go with the flow! Just follow what he says! I checked myself and put on the same sweatpants, not wanting to only use a towel because I didn't know if Vegas had returned. And as soon as I walked out of the bathroom, I was surprised! That bastard just came back into the room.
I kept drying my hair with the towel, pretending to ignore him. Vegas looked cool, but his face looked like he was embarrassed about something. His eyes looked gloomy, as if he couldn't focus. He walked over to pick up a pack of cigarettes, then went straight to the balcony and slid the door wide open. His back leaned against the edge as he lit a cigarette.
God! Why was he smoking there? I want one, too. Argh, I haven't smoked for a long time. I want it, I really do. I was so stressed that I wanted to take ten cigarettes and light them all together and take a deep breath. Damn it! Frustrated, I walked over even nearer to him. My body unconsciously approached his direction and inhaled the smell of cigarette smoke that continued to flow in the wind. My life is so miserable!
While I was deciding whether I should ask for one or not, I was afraid he'd get mad at me. I could only make up my mind and take a deep breath. I've already thought about it in the bathroom. I won't show my fear or paranoia to Vegas. The more I saw how he's starting to act towards me, I got more determined. Huh, he was starting to get bored of me. Get bored then, I won't fight you and I will act as normal as possible.
"Is it so wrong to be my true self?" I was a little startled when Vegas suddenly spoke up without a warning. Sigh... My mind was weak right now. "Is it wrong for me to be gay? It's like he's never seen me or Macau as his children."
Vegas blew smoke out of his mouth. His gaze was distant for a long time. I turned left and right to check if he was talking to me or not. But in this room, the only people were the two of us. He was probably talking to me.
"..." I stood still and listened to him. Should I really express my own opinion or not? Was he asking me or was it just a statement?
"Fuck! How dare Pim lecture Macau like that? In front of Dad, she acts well. But behind his back, she likes to nag and fight with us. She's such a liar."
"Who is this Pim?" I said all of a sudden. I forgot to close my mouth and I cursed myself in my mind. Why would you want to know about it, Pete?!
"Dad's new wife. She's kind of clever. She let herself get pregnant by Dad in hopes of catching my father to herself. But she actually succeeded, and now my father is obsessed with her. He even said that he had great hopes for the unborn child. That child's mother should raise him well, so that he wouldn't grow up like Macau and I..." I stood still and listened to Vegas.
That sentence was a bit confusing for me. He sounded like a father that wanted the best for his son, more than his dad could ever be. I thought about what he might be feeling, and I felt hurt. I noticed that Vegas' eyes were turning red and he clenched his one hand tightly. I didn't know why, but I felt more sympathy than hatred. I knew I should feel victorious and satisfied, but I wasn't. Even though Vegas was awful with all the shit he's done to me, he just seemed so sad. He seemed so pitiful that it was just heartbreaking.
"He can have high hopes for the child in her womb, but he should still watch over Macau and I. He couldn't even listen to me and see what I've come up with. He shouldn't just side with his new wife and be blinded by her!"
Vegas threw the cigarette butt out from the balcony and walked towards me. I didn't know where I got the courage to stand still and face him. My fear had vanished. The only thing that remained was a new feeling I was getting from him.
"..."
"Am I that disgusting, Pete?" he whispered, his voice raspy. His face was filled with many emotions such as sadness, regret, disappointment, and weakness that I had never seen before. Vegas clenched his jaw hard as if he was trying to suppress everything inside. I didn't know what I should do. Vegas looked so delicate. I knew he will act tough on me again later, but only for this short moment, he wasn't the intimidating brute I got to know before.
"No..." Before I could even say, 'It's alright,' Vegas lowered his head and leaned on my shoulder.
"I'm tired..." he said in a muffled voice. He moved his forehead to turn to my face. He released both his hands and dropped his weight on me, indicating how weak he was right now. "I don't want to be here anymore," he said in a trembling voice, trying to hold it back.
I also wanted to tell him that I don't want to be here, too! But I could only reach out and gently caress his arm and comforting him to make him feel better. Just so he wouldn't be angry and go rampant again.
"It's okay, Vegas... Calm down." We stood still like that for several minutes. Vegas didn't say anything else. I could only stroke his arm back and forth.
I was confused about how I should feel about this bastard. Sometimes he makes me hate him. Sometimes, he makes me feel sorry for him. I was completely confused. I didn't know what I was feeling. Living with Vegas was like living with someone who was about to go crazy.
"You're adjusting your mood quickly. A few hours ago, you were still scared of me," Vegas looked up from my shoulder and said quietly. I didn't want to say that I was actually just confused. I had to survive and stay alive. "You're so calm. You aren't saying much. Aren't you mad at me?"
"..." I frowned slightly at the question. My anger was gone already. All I had to do was follow him to survive the day!
"Huh, you were deeply moved. But are you afraid I'll get mad at you?" Vegas raised his eyebrows. He was really observant. Then he spoke even more. "But you know, you have something in you that makes me feel comfortable when you're near me," said Vegas before walking away, picking up his towel, and immediately rushing to the bathroom.
What was that? What did he mean just now? What was he comfortable with? Uh... Well, he wasn't the first person to say that. The young master used to say that he loved me the most because being with me is fun. That's the same, isn't it? That must be what he meant. But why was Vegas having fun? He should be bored! Don't be entertained! I have to be the most boring person in his life!
The day passed with confusion. I quickly put a bolster pillow in the middle of the bed and closed my eyes to sleep before Vegas came out of the bathroom. Even though I thought I was tired, I couldn't sleep. I secretly watched him walking around the room for a while before laying down and going to sleep. What's with him?! Why was he acting different today? Did he drink something or took some medicine? Or maybe this was the result of my prayers? Which is why I narrowly survived today? What a moron!
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When I woke up that morning, I did everything the same as always. When I opened my eyes, Vegas was putting on his student uniform and left the room after. I was glad every time he wasn't in the room with me, so I'd be comfortable and free. The asshole brought me food as usual. You don't even have to guess what it is. Dammit! Macaroni soup with bread. I'm going crazy! If I escape, Grandma won't recognize my face anymore. I'm starting to think my eyes are probably going blue from all these Western foods I'm eating.
My days went by with boredom, circling the room like a prisoner. I had no way of entertainment here. At least actual prisoners still had things to do. Meanwhile I was like a madman walking back and forth in the room. Doing some exercise, trying to pry the chain off for a while, and search the room again. Then I went to sit and lie down while reading a book. I really can't do anything here! My brain thought of ways to escape, but nothing worked!
Screech~ The sound of the door opening in the late afternoon caused me to take my eyes off the book, and then frowned. I saw Vegas walk in while carrying a bunch of bags before placing them all on the sofa. Then he sat and leaned back, pulling on the collar of his shirt and fanning himself like he was feeling hot.
"Speed up the air conditioner. It's hot," said Vegas. I didn't want to do it because the room was already cold. But all I could do was reach for the air conditioner remote and follow his instructions. "Oh, I brought something for you." Vegas got up from the sofa. He took all the bags and threw them on the bed in front of me.
"What?" I said as I opened the bags one by one. Most of them were necessities. There were pajama shorts, long pants, and clothes in assorted colors but labelled with famous brands. There were also facial wash foams, soaps, shampoos, etc. I hurriedly searched everything hoping I would find a razor blade for shaving but there was nothing like that.
"I've already submitted the report to the professor, so I stopped by the mall to get these. Tell me if you want more," said Vegas with an indifferent expression. He leaned forward, looking at the way I searched inside the bags. I picked up something from one bag before furrowing my eyebrows and taking the little, golden box out. I made a surprised face.
"What's wrong with you?!" I accidentally yelled at him. I held the box of condoms in my hand and looked at him with disbelief.
"What, have you never seen or used that before? Damn, I use it all the time," Vegas said, a sly grin appearing on his face.
"Use it on your own." I threw the box of condoms at him. But he smiled again. I forgot myself again and accidentally said my thoughts a little. Sigh... You gotta learn to calm down your mind more, Pete.
"Haha, it's also fine with me if you don't want to use it." The good-humored version of Vegas came out of nowhere. His face and voice was cheerful and happy.
"My god, what a bastard!" I whispered to myself only so he wouldn't hear. Then I began to pick up another bag and took it out to change the subject and wipe the smug devilish look on Vegas' face. "What's this? 'The Light that Guides Your Life'... 'How to Live a Happy Life'... 'She Loves Him, But I Love Her'." I took the books out of the bag and read the titles on the cover one by one. "What's this for?" I asked him curiously.
"I noticed you like to read books. So I bought that for you," said Vegas before going off to do his own business in the room.
"I don't like reading. Is there anything else for me to do?" I said with honesty. Then I sighed and put the books down. During the exam, I didn't read as many books as when I did back in Khun's room.
"Haha, what else do you want?" Vegas seemed to know something was bothering me.
"I want to watch TV, or watch in my phone, or anything that can entertain me!" I said stubbornly. If he wouldn't let me go anywhere, he should give me something that I will find fun. As for the phone, that's just a bonus!
"Huh, is there a sign on my forehead that says 'idiot'? Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Well, how would you like to entertain me? I'm stuck in this room, walking back and forth, reading books about the philosophy of life and religion. What am I, a monk? I've been ordained already!" I took all the courage I had and told him that. I knew the chances of him doing what I wanted was zero. I must have been very lonely which is why I accidentally freaked out and yelled at him. But I really do miss the series we watched and the karaoke machine back in Khun's room.
"Oh, I'll find something entertaining for you."
I gulped in horror. What kind of entertainment was it? Did he mean what I was thinking of? Don't mess with me in broad daylight. I'm going to change and act boring for you again, so just you want and see, you asshole!
But I was overthinking it. I was haunted. Vegas walked up to pick up a guitar in his office and sat on the sofa. He placed his long legs across the table, then shifted into a comfortable sitting position to tune the guitar strings. Don't tell me he was going to play the guitar for me. I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes at him.
"I don't want to listen to music," I said softly.
"Come on... I'll sing for you."
"Who told you to do that?" I immediately frowned.
This bastard Vegas will sing. Well, it's not like I've never seen him do that before. Back when I was spying on him, I often saw him playing the guitar while hanging out with his friends in college and singing with them together. But this is hilarious. What's up with him?!
"You keep telling me what to do. If you won't listen, I'll entertain you with something else." Vegas slowly gazed down at my body and I had to grab a pillow to cover my upper body which was bare.
"Oh, go ahead and sing." I can't do anything about it. I should've just let him when he first wanted to. He was getting more and more strange every day. I was in a good mood until I lost my temper.
And so, the bastard slowly strummed the guitar. It was a tune I was familiar with, but I couldn't figure out what the song was exactly. But as soon as he opened his mouth to sing the lyrics, I immediately frowned.
(TN: The italic parts here are the parts where Vegas is singing. I tried to make it rhyme as much as I could because it was fun to do so there's just a few lyrics I added hehe)
"After two weeks, he recovered from the news. Kinn got the info, but the bodyguard was hurt and bruised. He had to endure because of poverty. But he forced himself to be happy." This man clearly wanted to annoy me. His eyes stayed on me, ready to see what my reaction would be.
"The heck?" I said without a sound.
"What province is your hometown in?" he asked me. I didn't want to answer but I just went with the flow.
"Chumphon," I curtly replied.
"...from Chumphon, he went to become a prostitute in Su-ngai Kolok." Then he continued to strum the guitar and converted the lyrics of the song.
"Hey!" I said, sounding it out again.
"And now he wants to go back all the way to his hometown. Even if there's no TV or fridge, he's okay with what's around. He has his values, beliefs, and passions. And he's also a little old-fashioned. Even with farming and planting rice. It's enough for him, a paradise."
He kept singing and laughing at me. I just watched him as he looked at me relentlessly. I wanted to throw something to his face. What did he eat today? Why was he suddenly in a mood to sing and make fun of me?
"Through life, he admired the beautiful world. And... How old are you?" He stopped the music for a moment and asked me.
"Fuck... Twenty-one," I gritted my teeth and told him.
"Through life, he admired the beautiful world. In only twenty-one years, he had swirled. And with just this, life slowly returned to darkness. Handled by the hands of a thousand men, tarnished. He has to abide and be patient to have the money. So he will be able to get home safely. Redeeming himself, haha."
I couldn't stand it anymore! I threw a pillow to his face which he evaded in time. This asshole! He laughed in a way that I've never seen before. He must have been glad that I finally got pissed off and became frustrated. Even though I wanted to return to my normal face and just let him sing what he wanted, I knew it wasn't true. I have never been handled by thousands of men. That bastard! People like him are really bad.
"Taken by hundreds and thousands of men~" Vegas strummed the guitar and kept singing the same verse until my head was boiling.
"What do you mean hundreds and thousands?! You're the only one I've ever had sex with!"
SHIT! I hurriedly pursed my lips because I accidentally said something I shouldn't have said, goddammit! Fucking Pete! You did it again! Why did you say that?! The damn Vegas smiled broadly and put the guitar down, a cheerful expression on his face. He grabbed his towel and slung it over his shoulder then turned to talk to me.
"Oh, believe me. I know I'm the only one," he said before walking to the bathroom while whistling comfortably.
I shook my head in anger. What is he doing to me?! I think I'm too depressed. I was so stressed that I said it without even thinking. He ordered me to take everything he bought and put it all in the right place. Then he went out to sit and work in the office outside. I saw that there were a few of his underlings waiting to help him with his works. While he worked, he would glance at the bedroom every now and then, but I pretended to ignore him even though I knew that he couldn't see anything through the glass. I kept finding things to do to ease my boredom, like prying the chain from my wrist like I used to do.
Vegas was busy with work from afternoon 'til night. He disappeared from the room for several hours, and I expected he went to Macau and ate dinner with him. As for me, I'll stop minding him. No need to guess, no need to investigate, don't think too much. I'll just let it go. Who cares if Vegas isn't back yet?
Today though, he seemed to be stressed and busy with a large pile of paperwork. When he returned to his bedroom late at night, he took a short shower and immediately lay down on the bed. Inside, I was patting myself on the back and I was proud of my smart brain. The bastard Vegas hasn't messed with me for days. Soon, he'd be tired of seeing my face and would finally let me go. Just thinking about it got me excited. I can't wait for that day to come.
I turned off the bedside light and lay tossing and turning for a while. The two of us almost slept at the opposite edges of the bed with the bolster pillow separating us in between. I didn't want to sleep on the sofa or on the floor. My life was already taxing at is, I'd like some peace of mind when I close my eyes at least. But I couldn't sleep. Tonight, my dinner was a stupid vegetable salad, so my stomach was protesting with hunger. It also came with mild abdominal pain. It seemed like my stomach wasn't used to anything that was organic. I wasn't good with it. The food I liked was different from here. I lay on my side, thinking only of my favorite food. I was deep in thought until...
"Can't sleep?" I felt Vegas' arm suddenly wrap around me from behind. I didn't even notice he got closer and the pillow between us was removed. I felt his warm hands touch me under the blankets. I flinched and looked back at him, reacting in surprise and pulling away which made me fall out of the bed.
"OUCH!"
"Watch out!" shouted Vegas, stretching his neck to look down at me while I lightly stroked my butt. In the dark, which was dimly lit by the moonlight from the balcony, I saw the corner of Vegas' lips twitch into a smile and gently shook his head. He already knows that I'm weak during this time. What are you doing to me?!
"Ouch, that hurts," I cursed softly.
"What are you so afraid of?"
"I was shocked. I thought it was a ghost." I pretended that was the case, although I was actually afraid of him.
"Haha, what kind of idiot are you? So easily scared." Well, that's right! Try being me! "So you can't sleep? You keep turning around." The bastard Vegas stared at me through the darkness.
"I'm hungry," I stammered.
"Again?" Vegas sighed. "My house's food never made you full, does it?"
"Well, since I've been here, I haven't eaten anything with rice that's not porridge yet," I complained as my stomach began to protest harder and harder.
"Argh!" Vegas lay flat on the bed and sighed again.
"You can move and sleep on your side. Back off!" I got up from the ground, pushing Vegas back into his own territory. The bastard Vegas rolled over to his side easily, no matter how much I was afraid to tell him off. But I was angrier than scared.
"Dammit!" Vegas jumped out of bed, slipped into his slippers, turned on the light above the bed, and walked away while groaning.
"Where are you going?" I asked after him. Maybe he already couldn't bear my complains so he got up and went to sleep outside. Or maybe he was going to find the key and release me from the chain? Hey, maybe it's like that. Or if he was feeling extremely cruel, he might be summoning his underlings to attack me. How's that for me?!
The bastard had been gone for a while. I sat on the bed, gnawing at my nails, and my heart pounding from nervousness. Now I was afraid of what'll happen. I should have just endured with whatever I had! But I shouldn't let my brain be more distracted.
Vegas walked back into the bedroom with a bowl of noodles, just like what he had done before. The fragrance wafted throughout the room. I was so dazzled by it that I instantly forgot what I was so scared about before.
"Come eat on the sofa." Vegas placed the bowl on the table and he sat down on the sofa.
"Is it mine?" I asked just to be sure. I looked at him before getting out of bed and swiftly walking towards the fragrant aroma.
"Yes! I made it myself." I sat down next to him and pulled the bowl of noodles nearer and stirred it. Today, the water in the bowl was just right. I couldn't wait anymore so I hurried up and grabbed the chopsticks to quickly eat it in my mouth. Ahh! It was like heaven. This time it tasted like tom yum soup. I finally ate something that was spicy.
"Slow down or you'll burn your tongue." Vegas poured water from the jug into a glass and handed it to me. I took it and drank.
I didn't mind Vegas too much who was now stretching his legs straight onto the sofa. He quickly lay down behind me and ran his hands through my hair, staring at me, his eyes barely blinking. I moved a little to make it easier to rest my legs and tried concentrating on eating the noodles, appreciating how delicious this useless thing was. But when someone was staring at me while eating, it was uncomfortable. I felt the pressure and started eating more slowly. What the hell is he planning to do now?!
"Would you like to eat?" Without thinking, I turned to hold up the bowl of noodles and handed it to him.
"No, my nanny once told me that I'll die quickly if I eat something like this."
"I see..." I almost choked on the noodles I was eating. I saw Vegas chuckle. But damn! Even if it's not healthy, it can make you feel hungry.
"Be careful," said Vegas in a low voice. I drank water again, trying to swallow the food going down my throat.
"You should go to bed first. I'll spray the air freshener after."
"No, I'll wait until you're done," said Vegas with a small smile. I almost choked again because of his vague words.
"Just go sleep on the bed, I can't sit right. And why are you looking at me if you don't want to eat?" I felt so uncomfortable that I spoke in a low voice, pretending to scoop the noodles from the bowl to continue eating.
"This is my house, I can sleep wherever I want. And these are my eyes, I can look at anything I want." I shook my head a little and turned back to the bowl of noodles to eat. I didn't look back at Vegas and stopped minding him. I finished everything and followed it up with two glasses of water. I still wasn't very full because Vegas only cooked one packet, but what can I do? I didn't want him to be in a bad mood again.
"If you're already full, brush your teeth and go to bed." Vegas took the bowl and glass of water outside. I went to the bathroom and do what he said. When I came out, he already sprayed the air freshener all over the room. And he also ordered me not to lay down and just lean against the headboard of the bed for a moment, just so I wouldn't get acid reflux. As for him, he turned off all the lights, put on a blanket, and fell sleep.
"Damn, you dictator!" Why was he being so kind lately? It was weird, but this version of Vegas is better. I wouldn't get hurt, I didn't have to struggle and get tired, and not become his way to vent. It had been like this for a long time. I'll just assume that this is the result of my merits from my past life.
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It was a new day in captivity. Was there any chalk or charcoal here? I'd count the days on the wall as if I was in prison like when Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban. How did he manage to escape the Dementor? I didn't know how to describe it, but my life was the same!
(TN: omg my best boi Pete with the Harry Potter references 👀 hell yeah, my favorite character and I share the same brain cells HAHAH)
As for Vegas, he went out to work in the office outside until late afternoon. And in the afternoon, he went to the company along with his father. I heard his subordinates talk about it. Looking at him these days, he was busy and stressed. If my guess was right, he and his father are definitely finding a way to escape or plan to disprove the evidence I sent to Boss Kinn. I wonder what the major clan was doing now? But I believed that Boss Kinn, Boss Korn, and Phi Chan must be planning something, too. I just wanted to know if some part of them were reminded of me. Have they thought about Pete?!
Screech~ The sound of the glass door opening took me out of my thoughts and I looked up from where I was sitting on the floor.
"Pete, Boss Vegas wants to talk to you," Nop walked in and handed me the phone. As soon as I saw the phone, I immediately expressed my joy until it disappeared immediately.
"Stop making that happy face. Boss Vegas told me to stand guard. If you try anything, I'll shoot you." Nop lifted the hem of his suit, revealing a gun strapped to his waist. I immediately rolled my eyes at him and put the phone on my ear.
"What?"
[What do you want to eat?] The voice of Vegas said while chuckling. He might've heard that guy threatening me to shoot me with a gun.
"Huh? What?" I didn't hear it properly, so I asked again.
[I asked what you wanted to eat. I'll buy it for you.] I turned at the phone and stared at the screen in a daze. Is this the same bastard Vegas? Why was he acting nice these days? It feels wrong. But the name displayed on the screen was his name. The voice, too, was his. The devil in him was probably gone at the moment. I won't be able to accept it comes back... Be nicer to me.
"I can choose what I want?" I asked in surprise.
[I'm too lazy to keep boiling noodles late at night. Whatever you want to eat, hurry up and say it.] The bastard Vegas spoke quickly, his voice stern.
"Uhhh..."
[I'm at a Japanese restaurant with Macau. Do you want me to get you sashimi, sushi, or anything like that?]
"Huh... No. I want to eat plain curry and rice. The spicier it is, the better. I want Southern food." My brain started to process all the foods I wanted to eat before I could stop myself.
[Where can I find something like that? Isn't that too simple?]
"Oh! It's not even difficult to find. Just rice topped with curry, do you know that? Or food that's ready to order."
[Ugh! You're making this harder for me. Go give the phone back to Nop.] So I immediately returned the phone to Nop. I was in a good mood but still secretly terribly angry with Vegas. It's just rice topped with curry! It's the easiest food to find! Why is it hard for him?! It's easy to eat, too. Damn!
"Yes, Boss Vegas. Understood." Nop had said a few words to Vegas on the phone before hanging up. He turned to look at me, where I was now smiling. I didn't even notice that I was making a cheerful face.
"I think you're doing great so far, Pete. I think there's a chance for you to survive. Fighting," he simply said and walked out of the room.
A chance to survive! I thought so. My hopes began to shine brighter. Before long, Vegas has to let go of me. He won't be able to stand the annoyance! I considered it as my way to victory. I will keep my head down and pretend to be lazy. Vegas must've had complained to that bastard Nop that he was already getting bored.
I found myself waiting for something, the food. I waited so anxiously that I forgot what I was going to do! Why am I such a glutton?! I have to think about finding a way to get out of here, fighting and waiting for the day when Vegas will kick me out. It seemed so promising that I was probably getting used to him and numb now. We, humans, have to adapt. I shouldn't be obsessed with other matters for now, like the chain that couldn't be released. I should stop thinking about it for the moment and tread the new path of survival with strength and hope.
Screech~ The sound of the door being opened. I quickly bounced off of the sofa and turned around, hoping to see... See Vegas? Why would I want to see him? But I was disappointed when the same asshole walked in again.
"Hey! Boss Vegas is going to talk to you," he said and handed me the phone again. I took it seriously and put the speaker on my ear.
"Yes?"
[I'm at the curry restaurant. What will you eat?]
"What is it?"
[I just asked you. I don't know what you want to eat.]
"No! I meant, what restaurant are you in?" Is he stupid, huh?!
[Excuse me, what's the spiciest food you have?] I accidentally smiled because I heard Vegas asking the seller. He's probably not used to eating curry rice, haha. [So there's Kua Kling... and...]
"Buy that one," I said as soon as I heard the name of my favorite dish.
[I'll have that one, then.]
"Is there any sweet pork? I want sweet pork, too."
[Is there any sweet pork, too? ...I'll buy that, too. Do you want anything else?]
"I want to eat yellow curry with coconut shoots and shrimps."
[Wait! Do you have yellow curry with coconut shoots and shrimps, too? Okay... And what else do you want?]
"I think that's all. I'll eat everything."
[Oh, heck. Give the phone back, I'll talk to Nop.] I handed the phone back to Nop and sat back on the sofa, smiling. Dear Southern food, I'll finally eat you again! Hell yeah! Since that time, I've only just had a big smile on my face today.
I was lying on the sofa, wagging my feet, and looking for a book to read. I've been a person who has always been easily happy with little things. A lot of people tell me I'm a chill person, and I'm really like that. Like today, it might just seem like a small thing, but it took out the stress I've had for days. At least if I had to wait to be executed, I could eat my favorite food as my last meal.
More than an hour later, Vegas carried a plastic bag of the food into the room, accompanied by the asshole who walked in and placed some plates on the table. I chose two side dishes and two boxes of plain rice. The rest, he'll put it in the refrigerator for me to eat later. I managed to pour all I wanted to the plate. I didn't know how big my smile was now. But I didn't care about it, so I scooped up some rice and slowly chewed until the flavor penetrated my taste buds, one bite at a time. Vegas walked across the room, opening the balcony door wide, probably afraid that the curry smell would fill the room. I ate the rice until my cheeks were puffed as he watched my actions.
"You're being a little weird. With just this curry rice, did you bring this for me to kill me after?" Ah! I took the courage to say that out of nowhere. Why do I keep forgetting myself and getting Porsche's habit of bad-mouthing someone like this?
"Swallow first. Don't talk with your mouth full." Vegas walked over, poured water into a glass and placed it near my plate, then he collapsed on the sofa next to me.
"Goddamn it," I cursed to myself softly. Then he tilted his head slightly to look at me.
"Is it that delicious? You don't want the Japanese food I bought?" said Vegas, placing his arm on the couch's arm frame, laying down on his back in a relaxed manner.
"Yes! It's delicious. I'm so tired of eating the greasy food here. And holy shit, this restaurant is so awesome!" I praised the Kua Kling and the sweet pork on the plate with admiration. This is the true taste of life.
"The color looks like it could kill you. Isn't it spicy for you?" Vegas looked at me and the plate of rice alternately in curiosity.
"It's not that spicy. Sweet pork and Kua Kling go together perfectly." Vegas shook his head. I was afraid that he wouldn't believe me since he didn't eat much of the sophisticated flavors of local cuisine here. So I took some rice with the sweet pork, cut it with a little Kua Kling and placed them on the spoon. Then I lifted it towards his mouth.
"Here, try to eat this." I did it without thinking. I was just being proud of the food in my hometown. The bastard Vegas looked at me and froze.
"I... I already ate with Macau," said Vegas, a little surprised.
"Come on! Just try it yourself," I urged and kept nearing the spoon to his mouth.
"I don't eat spicy food."
"I know... which is why I put in a lot of sweet pork. Hurry up." Vegas hesitated before slowly opening his mouth as I slipped in the spoon filled with food.
"What do you think?" As he chewed, I watched him with excitement. Why was I even excited, you may ask? It was just that it's in my blood to boast about the food of my hometown.
"It's good." Vegas chewed and swallowed, then took my glass of water and drank it all.
"So you like it then." I turned to continue eating with overflowing happiness. I haven't felt this comfortable in a long time.
"I'm intrigued. I'll have more," Vegas said in a low voice but I heard it so I moved the plate of rice, nudged his hand away, and turned to look at him.
"Go buy one for yourself. This is mine," I said, my greediness coming out of my voice and I turned to eat the food quickly. The bastard Vegas deeply laughed and said one more thing for my food.
"Just give me another piece of the sweet pork to eat. I'll go to work soon." I frowned a bit because I was starting to get to feel jealous for my food, but I had to do it. It's easier to accept orders. Let it go like that. But I was a little annoyed.
I scooped enough rice and took some sweet pork on the spoon and lifted it to his mouth again. The bastard Vegas opened his mouth with a smile on his face. He finished munching, pouring water for himself to drink and filling the glass again for me after. Then he got up and walked out of the bedroom to his office.
"Huh! Don't you have the money to buy some for yourself? Dammit!" I said, whispering after him angrily so he wouldn't hear.
I enjoyed the food on my plate until I felt so full already. Damn, that was good! I ate so much that I felt like I was going to vomit. I sat on the sofa for a while before going to the bathroom to do my personal business. I took a shower, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and I couldn't go to bed early because I ate too much. My stomach felt so full and my eyelids eventually became heavier.
I wore some pajamas, then washed my face at the sink a little more. I knew that the situation I was facing right now didn't seem to make me happy or smile at all. But it's not like I could escape, I couldn't. I have to do everything to give me the strength to fight for in days to come, right? At least the endorphins in my brain cleared my mind so I could think. And I might be able to come up with a good plan and not mess up.
I finally finished everything and was about to go to bed but no! Vegas suddenly walked in the bathroom without me even realizing it.
"Why did you come in?" I asked him in surprise.
Well, I was already done getting dressed. Don't tell me he was annoyed with something again and went to me so he could vent, huh?! He was holding something in his hand but I couldn't see it very well. I stood still, trembling with paranoia, and stepping backwards because Vegas kept approaching near me.
"Huh," Vegas sneered. He kept stepping closer to me. I retreated until I felt my back hit the wall. My heart began to dance rhythmically. This bastard! He wasn't like this for the past three or four days, maybe he was sick! Did I accidentally do something bad to him? I closed my eyes as he walked closer and leaned towards me until I felt his warm breath on my cheek.
"V-Vegas..." I called his name, trembling. And for a split second, something cold touched the surface of my chin, then the ridge of my jaw, and near my lips. I slowly opened my eyes to see that Vegas had splayed some shaving foam on my face and saw an automatic razor working in his hand.
"Stay still." Vegas used one hand to gently hold my head. His gaze was focused on the ridge of my jaw and slowly began to shave.
"I... I can shave myself." I was still stunned and I still couldn't register the events happening in front of me.
"Huh, do you think I'm a fool to let you use a sharp object? You might go slit my throat or something," said Vegas as his hands slowly moved to shave.
"Crazy! Why would I do that... I'm scared." My heart twitched every time the blade slowly slid through my skin of my jaw. Ever since I was born, I had no one to shave for me. Who would do this?! He's not even a barber!
"Stop talking and stay still," said Vegas sternly. I just stood there frozen because I felt a sudden shiver in my body.
"Okay, fine," I said as I thought.
"Huh, I've made you even more nervous. You don't have to be afraid." Vegas smiled. I really wanted to move a little to support my feet, but if I did, I was sure that my face would get cut or wounded by the razor.
"..." I stood still, scared of the blade. But Vegas did everything with skill and he looked confident while doing it so I tried to let it go. And seeing that everything went well, I was relieved.
"Wash the foam off," he told me which I agreed to do. After washing the foam, I looked up and stood staring at him again.
"Wait a minute, don't move for now," said Vegas, locking my head in the same position as before then came closer, staring at the lower part of my face.
He looked like he was checking the details of his work meticulously. I stared at his serious expression strangely. Vegas was the type of person who, if you didn't know him personally, looked like a normal person and was even warm and gentle at times. My eyes couldn't believe sometimes that he and the demon I got to know before was the same person.
I didn't know how long I stared at him. But when I finally realized it, Vegas glanced up and fixed his gaze on me. His sharp eyes was filled with many feelings. It was mysterious, both chaotic and resolute at the same time. A certain feeling permeated me. My heart started beating erratically. I didn't know why I was pinned down by those eyes.
Before I knew it, Vegas' lips landed on mine with a soft touch until I could feel the warmth of his breath. I felt the tension as he pressed closer, and I closed my eyes to the touch. There was no depth or movement, it was just a gentle and long but slow kiss until I started to feel awkward.
My brain began to process what was happening. What the hell am I doing?! I hurriedly pushed his chest away from me a little in shock. Vegas looked stunned as well. I averted my gaze and turned away.
"I'm done, I'm going out." I didn't know if he wanted to tell me something. He grabbed the shaving cream bottle and the razor before immediately walking away from the bathroom. When he was gone, I clutched on my chest and cursed madly.
What the hell am I doing now?!
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Hope that was fun! This is one of the chapters in the VegasPete storyline where I had a lot of favorite scenes. There's more of my favorites in the future chapters, but I like that this one managed to be heavy and light-hearted at the same time.
I'm sorry by the way if the TNs (Translator Notes) bothered you, I couldn't help but put them in lol. Please wait for the next chapter! I'll try to finish translating the 8th one as fast as I can :)
- GWEN