WARNING: Implied mature content in some parts.
– Pete –
I walked around the room. Just now, I asked Nop who died in the major clan's household, but he didn't know anything about it. He said he was at home, but he wasn't the bodyguard that followed Vegas to work. So he didn't know much about the funeral. The main job given to him for now was to take care of me only. Now, I was left depressed with my various thoughts.
Was it P'Chan? It probably wasn't. He was still young and strong. Unlikely to die. Maybe Aunt Prik, my favorite cook? Her curry paste was hard to find in Bangkok so she might still be alive. Or was it... Who?! Oh, I can't figure it out. All I was sure of was that it definitely wasn't the young master, Boss Kinn, nor Boss Kim, otherwise both the major and minor clans would be in chaos now. Oh! What if it was P'Jet? There was a big possibility since he was already sixty years old. Maybe it was age that got him. Khun must be sad about that. But I still wasn't sure.
I'm so sad. What am I going to do if it was one of the brothers and sisters (colleagues) that I know? I want to pay respects to their funeral at least. Oh, why did I have to be stuck here with this chain?! Argh! I was getting impatient and Vegas was still not coming back!
As I waited anxiously for Vegas, I knelt on the bed in a pose of I do in temples and clasped my hands together. I prayed with mercy. (TN: The rest of this paragraph was supposed to be Pete praying, mentioning things that reference Buddhism and praying for whoever that died. It was hard to translate so I just left this note, sorry ;-;)
Amen!
Screech~ I opened my eyes from my meditation and hurriedly raised my hand to say goodbye to Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha. As I bowed down to pay homage, I suddenly sensed the smell of Kra Por Pla Nam Dang (TN: The dish's literal translation is Braised Fish Maw with Red Gravy) wafting around the room and hitting my nose. Well now, I was starting to get hungry. It was obviously Vegas who came back with the food that I asked him to buy.
"W-what is this?" I turned to the door, about to call his name, but I suddenly paused and showed a surprised expression.
"What are you doing?" Vegas looked at me with the same surprised expression. My hands were still clasped together, my body slightly bended because I had just finished praying. I didn't answer his question and got out of bed before walking over to look at Vegas fully.
"Pfft... Haha." I tried to hold back my laughter and put my hand over my mouth. His shirt looked like it was spilled with something sticky. "I told you to buy Rad Na, not bathe in it. Haha," I said when I saw his state. And I really couldn't help but laugh, damn! What even happened to him?
"It was Tankhun, that idiot! I don't know what the fuck came over him to spill Kra Por Pla Nam Dang all over me," Vegas said in an angry tone while frowning. I paused for a moment and started to regain my composure. Speaking of the young master, I suddenly thought of the funeral.
"Who is it?" I suddenly asked Vegas with a serious expression.
"Huh?" Vegas seemed to think for a moment before looking at me from head to toe. He was silent for a moment and then pursed his lips to suppress his laughter.
"What's wrong?" I furrowed my brows and then thought of what Vegas was thinking.
"Fuck! They really had to make such a big event, I thought Chan was dead. Why would they... they brought a corpse to pay homage?" Vegas cursed softly and scratched his head in suspicion.
"Brother Chan. Is Brother Chan okay?" I heard him say the name of Chan and my heart immediately sank. Chan was the one who taught me everything. It was because of him why I could shoot guns and use knives. I was well-versed in the company's work because of him. He shouldn't be...
"It's not Chan..." Vegas said, sighing. He took off his shirt and began taking off the rest of his clothes until only his boxers were left.
"So who is it then?" Vegas grabbed his towel and slung it over his shoulder. Then he turned around and stared at me.
"It's my wife!" Vegas yelled.
I didn't know what he was talking about and I frowned deeper than before. His wife? My heart felt like it skipped a beat and was going to collapse in a weird way. But damn, what was he talking about? Huh, I had no idea. As soon as he told me that, he turned his back and walked into the bathroom, closing the door in front of me.
Bam! Bam! I knocked on the bathroom door for Vegas to come out and tell me more.
"What are you talking about, huh?! Who died?! Vegas!" I exclaimed and I heard the sound of Vegas turning on the water from the shower. I felt angrier that he still wouldn't tell me directly who died. So I kept calling out to him and knocking on the door. I completely forgot that he had the right to kick the door open and hit me with it.
Clack~ The sound of the bathroom door opening made me startled a bit. The bastard Vegas appeared all wet and unfathomable in my eyes. He opened the door wide open and walked back into the shower while washing his body. I was flustered and immediately turned my eyes to look the other way. This sassy bastard! Why the fuck was he taking a shower for other people to see?
"What you were saying, say it," said Vegas before rubbing the soap on his body. He wasn't ashamed at all. He kept moving as if he wasn't embarrassed in any way. This idiot!
"Y-you should finish your shower first." I lowered my voice that I had been yelling for a while ago before turning my face to the side. I reached for the bathroom doorknob and intended to close it as before.
"Wait!" I paused for a while as I swallowed the saliva down my throat. I glanced at Vegas who was now beckoning me with his finger. "Come here."
"No!" I retorted thoughtlessly and was about to close the door again.
"Stay!" I just stood still when Vegas shouted his voice at me.
"What?"
"Come in here!"
"Why do I have to go in? I'll get wet."
"Do you want to know who died?" Vegas raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a faint smile.
"Just say it. Why do you want me to walk in?" I turned left and right to avoid looking at him. I felt very embarrassed even though I had studied water and had showered with a lot of male friends.
"If you don't come in, I won't tell you about it," Vegas argued. I immediately groaned. Then he sighed heavily. I wanted to know, I really did. But I didn't want to go in there, it was too precarious. "It's okay if you don't want to." Vegas turned to get the shampoo and spread it all over his head.
"Fine, I'm coming in." I stood with my arms crossed and stepped forward into the bathroom.
"Come closer," said Vegas in a husky voice, then turned to look straight at me with his hands placed on his waist.
"Oh." I stumbled a bit.
"Closer!" he began to yell louder and louder.
"Hey! Just tell me right here. I can hear, I'm not deaf," I said sarcastically. Little by little, I started to panic.
"Come in here. I'll tell you if you come close to me. If you don't want to get wet, take off your pants." I felt a peculiarity. So I made a face to him and went to walk away.
"It's stupid to go in," I cursed, muttering to myself.
"PETE! One..." My footsteps immediately stopped. His eyes stared challengingly at me. "Two... and I can assure you that when I count to three, you'll be hit hard," said Vegas in a threatening tone. But when I turned around, he had a happy smile on his face. Dammit! In the end, I had to surrender myself to him. I couldn't help but stomp my feet towards him. I tried not to look at him and casted my gaze into the distance.
"Fuck!"
"You act like a woman." I huffed at him in disbelief. The water droplets from the shower splattered on my hair until it began to become damp little by little.
"Who was it? Hurry up and say it... HEY!" He grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. I closed my eyes as the warm water hit my whole body.
"Thinking about dying." Vegas didn't wait for me to react properly as he wrapped around my tightly and pushed my body back against the wall. He didn't speak loudly and instead let his movements talk, the tip of his nose repeatedly pressing into both of my cheeks.
"Vegas! Let me go!" I pushed his chest away. The bastard Vegas stared at me with hungry eyes. I looked down on myself desperately and felt my face, torso, and my pajamas all soaked. "Let me go!"
"Would you like to know? Who's dead?" Vegas said with a mischievous grin. His gaze looked deeply into my eyes. The tip of our noses collided, our breaths warm and rich, mixing together between us. "You want me to say it?"
I tried to wriggle from his embrace, but the bastard Vegas got me cornered in every way. He pressed his naked body against me. His weight pressed down on me so hard that I couldn't find a way out.
"I want to know."
"I-I want to... But I can't tell you. I'm sorry." I turned my head left and right, but Vegas followed my movements. "It's an important person... You wouldn't want to know." He drawled his voice hoarsely until I fixed my gaze on him again.
"Who is it?" I wanted to know. I really did. But I was starting to get paranoid because Vegas' thighs were rubbing my legs.
"If you want me to tell you, kiss me first. Then I'll tell you." Vegas smirked. I tried to retreat until my body almost merged into the wall.
"Get off me!" I pushed him away.
"You don't want to kiss me? That's fine. But that young master of yours was crying until his eyes were all swollen. Haha." The bastard stubbornly pulled away from my body.
His expression made it seem like he was looking at me as if he was superior than me. Then he stepped away and stood under the shower normally like before. But to imagine that the person who died must be important to Khun, then I really had to know this time. I couldn't help but want to know. My body moved faster than my brain.
I pulled Vegas' wrist, making him turn around as I took a deep breath, gathering all the courage that I had. I held Vegas' face and leaned closer into a light kiss. I closed my eyes still, trying to push away all my other thoughts. But inside, my heart was beating almost uncontrollably. I didn't know how Vegas even reacted because I didn't dare to look. I could only feel the warmth of his breath and the softness of his lips which made my entire body tremble. Before all thoughts and logic faded in my brain, I quickly pulled away from Vegas who was now staring at me, eyes barely blinking.
"Can you tell me now?" I turned my gaze the other way and lightly pulled away from his chest. But then Vegas grabbed both of my wrists and pulled them towards him.
"What are you doing?" Vegas furrowed his eyebrows slightly, but his lips were forming into a wide smile.
"Tell me, don't be shy," I said even though I knew I had no bargaining power. But I'm not lying when I say that I felt the temperature of my face got higher than usual. It suddenly became hot.
"What? You haven't done what I told you to do though."
"I just did it. Don't come near!"
"That was a peck. But this is called a kiss."
As soon as I set myself upright again, Vegas pulled my face in and crushed his lips on mine once more. The bastard Vegas gave me a second kiss. He went down to my lower lip and sucked on it softly until I finally parted my lips, letting his hot tongue penetrate into my mouth before flicking and probing all around the area.
I didn't know when my strength suddenly weaken. The bastard Vegas pulled both of my arms and wrapped them around his waist so I used it as an anchor. To prevent my legs from slumping to the ground, Vegas' hand slid across my hips before moving to hold me up from my buttocks.
"Ugh..." I accidentally responded, touching the heat on my lips. The bastard Vegas sucked hard on my tongue and tried to push in, leaving me almost no room left to protest.
I felt like I was starting to get upset now for letting him dominate the game. Suddenly, the determination of a warrior flashed through my brain until I responded to every touch of his. Our tongues battled each other like each of us wanted to win. But I'm not giving up! Our lips were connected even more tightly than before. From the kiss where it was only him who was the attacker, it turned into taking turns. We took turns invading each other non-stop.
"Ugh!" I was confused at first. But when his hand slipped into my wet pants, with our mouths still constantly attracted to each other, I started to come back to myself little by little. Wait a minute, asshole! What are you doing here?!
"HEY!" I widened my eyes, quickly pushing him away from me. Vegas looked annoyed as I retracted my neck and looked down. "Vegas, get your hand out!" I pulled his hand from my ass and pushed it farther away.
"Huh." Vegas smiled and softly licked his lips.
"You idiot, you bastard. Can't you just tell me properly? Huh?!" I was losing myself, you bastard! What are you doing here, Pete?!
"Hmm... I'll tell you, okay?"
"I'm not taking it anymore! Stop beating around the bush."
"Fine, I'm not insulting you. This time, I promise." Vegas looked at me. His sharp eyes stared at me as if meeting a fine victim.
"What else do you want?! I already did what you told me to do," I said the last sentence softly, but Vegas heard it too. He let out a laugh before leaning closer to my face, but I quickly avoided him.
"I'm sure. But you have to... have something with me first," said Vegas slowly and clearly. I'm now so angry, you son of a bitch! I could see him clearly and got a little creeped out. This asshole! Do you think people like me will follow you in everything? No way!
"Hmp!" I walked away after thinking that if I stood still, I would just be an easy target for Vegas. He was having fun getting on my nerves. As I walked towards the door, the sound of Vegas' laughter rang out.
"Come on, I'll tell you."
"I don't want to know anymore." I turned around and glared at Vegas angrily. Even though my mouth said no, my heart wanted to know anyway. I at least wasted that much, shouldn't I get something in return?
"Sigh. Don't pretend anymore." Vegas turned on the shower to wash himself again. So I stood still and waited for him to speak. His cheerful face turned slightly more serious.
"What?" I turned around to look at the door. I didn't dare to look back at him.
"I'm thinking about whether or not to tell you." Vegas' tone turned darker.
"Is it serious?" I shifted my mood into stressful mode. Hearing the way Vegas was speaking, it seemed troubling.
"Not really. I guess you don't have to know about certain things," Vegas said, lowering his voice as if he was talking to himself. I turned to look at him with my brows raised.
"What did you say?" I asked him, puzzled.
"I'm not sure how you're going to feel."
"I must feel sorry. Especially since that was how the main family acted." Why was Vegas pulling on my emotions? Now I felt a little worse.
"It's nothing..."
"Argh! So what did you start with just now?"
"Well, I didn't even know the dead person," said Vegas calmly. Then he picked up the checked towel and wrapped it around his waist.
"What do you mean?! You even said the young master was crying with puffy eyes." I dared to stare at him even more clearly because it wasn't the first time.
"Well, maybe it was one of the nephews."
"What's the name? You told me it was a big event, you must know the name for sure." Did he go to the funeral without seeing the person's picture? Or even their name?
"The name. Phong... Phong, something like that." Vegas walked over to the sink and grabbed his toothbrush to brush his teeth with. He made everything look so chill and didn't seem interested in talking to me that much. He probably didn't really know that person.
Phong, right? I didn't know anyone else in the house who had the name Phong, except for me, since my real name is Phongsakorn Saengtham. Was there any other Phong? I stood scratching my head and thinking hard.
"Phong... Uncle Phong! This is serious!" I widened my eyes when I remembered which one of the major clan's members had the name Phong.
"Maybe." Vegas squeezed out a foam facial wash and lathered it on his face while looking at me periodically.
"Uncle Phong, he was the guard assigned in front of the chocolate factory. Oh no! I can't believe he passed away so fast." Vegas raised his eyebrow, looking at me like I was a freak. I stood yelling at the bathroom door and kept thinking about Uncle Phong. "I received news from Wei that he was in a lot of pain. But his condition was still strong. Even though I'm not close with him, he used to share white wine with Arm and I to drink many times when Khun went to visit the factory," I kept talking and babbling.
Even though we were not very close, it was normal to be sad about people I've seen face to face and them passing away. But Khun cried until he had puffy eyes? And organized a big event? Why do that much? They weren't that close to each other. Whenever Boss Tankhun visited the factory, he'd just do his business. When he was done with his work, he couldn't even remember the name of the staff there. But did Khun really cry? He must also have a very fragile side now, right?
"But why did Khun cry? And why did they hold a big event?" I asked, making a face of disbelief. If someone died and the family wasn't close to them, the main family would only be hosting one day. Sometimes, they'd even just send bodyguards to represent them. P'Chan himself hasn't been able to attend a subordinate's funeral yet.
"Maybe the main family knows him well? What do you want them to do?" Vegas washed his face before taking a towel to dab away the moisture. I was very confused about what had happened. Maybe Vegas lied to me for telling me Khun cried. Did Khun go crazy?! Or did he watched a sad series before hosting the funeral? What's wrong with that?! But anyway, I would like to express my condolences to Uncle Phong.
"Hmm. Rest in peace, Uncle Phong. People really come and go. I guess that's just how life is," I said, walking sadly out of the bathroom.
For a second, I saw Vegas' lips twitch into a slight smile, but I didn't have time to quarrel with him. I quickly wrapped myself in a towel and changed into a new pair of pajamas before Vegas came out. I didn't want Uncle Phong or anyone else to die. But I was a little relieved that it wasn't a friend of mine or someone close to me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to make up my mind. I was depressed, but I didn't have a strong relationship with this uncle. But I still felt sorry for his wife. How would she live now?
"Deep in thought?" Vegas said, walking out of the bathroom before opening the closet and finding his pajamas.
"Well, um, I'm worried about how his wife and children are feeling. Think about it. If you have to lose someone you love, what will you do? Damn! I feel so bad. What do you think?" I went to sit on the sofa and kept thinking about Uncle Phong. "Although, I guess that's just how things are. How can people be together forever? But at least being apart was still less suffering than death."
I talked a lot, thinking about the topic of the death of someone close to me. I didn't know who to share this feeling with, so I told it to him. Since in this room, it was just me and him. And also because of the silence. It made me feel the state of Vegas which was so calm that I was surprised.
"Vegas? Vegas, what's wrong?" I called to him as he sat on the foot of the bed, stunned. Just a slight change in the mood. I didn't even understand why my senses were working so well when it came to him. As soon as I spoke about death, Vegas' expression became unsettled until he seemed completely closed.
"I... don't like goodbyes."
I wanted to shake my head in anger again. Dammit! Why the hell did I talk about that? I completely forgot that Vegas' mother died and his nanny left him. He always said things about being alone in the world. Take it back, Pete!
"Whether they live or die, I don't like it either. My mother died and my nanny went missing. And now, no matter how much I miss them, there's no way I can ever meet them again," he continued.
I guessed everything right. Vegas was still Vegas. There was always a lot of feelings bottled inside him. Even if he smiled and laughed, his eyes were still filled with a variety of emotions that was hard to predict.
"In the end, you have to accept what happened, Vegas. If you keep dwelling in your past, your life will never be able to move forward. I mean, I don't want to lecture you, but if you accept the reality of the world, you'll be happier. For real."
I didn't know why, but I wanted to come up with whatever words were necessary to make the other person feel better as I wanted. Maybe because I was afraid he'd get upset and bully me or something.
"Seriously, when I saw the photo of the person who died, it made me laugh... but when I come back to think that if it was true, I won't be able to accept that." Vegas suddenly spoke up without me holding onto the end of the line.
"What? I don't understand."
Vegas turned to look straight at me, and his gaze changed to comfort before he smiled faintly. "I'm glad that all of it isn't true. I came home and still found you sitting here and doing crazy things around my room at that time. Do you know how relieved I am? Even though I already knew in my heart that you were definitely alive."
I was even more confused than before. What the fuck did he get drunk on? He was speaking gibberish. "What can I do? You keep holding me tight like this and I'm always left alone in here. A vein in my brain will burst for sure someday," I said jokingly.
Vegas shook his head slightly before walking towards me. He stood in front of me with his neck bent down before he used his hand to pull my head to his stomach and loosely embraced me.
"Will you be with me forever?" Vegas said quietly.
My heart fluttered for a moment. And I froze before my brain malfunctioned properly again. The heck! Why did I keep acting like this for no reason?! That fucking Vegas was making me even dizzier lately. But I already knew enough to see the truth. Everything has an end though. The feelings he had need to be stopped! I had to stop it myself! I needed to make it all confusing and fussy so he would get tired and annoyed at me! How could I forget?!
"Where is my curry?" I pushed my face away from Vegas' stomach and raised my head to look up at him with stubbornness.
"Huh? Oh, that's right." Vegas was taken aback for a moment before realizing it.
"Don't tell me you forgot!" I was furious as soon as I saw Vegas' expression turned into a guilty look. Oh, I was angry. He can forget anything, but he can't forget the things I wanted to eat!
"Brother Tankhun poured Kra Por Pla Nam Dang on me. I went straight home and completely forgot."
"Damn it! How could you forget, huh?! I'm starving. I'm going to lose my gut!" It was because I haven't eaten anything since lunch. I was too worried about what was going on in the major clan's home that I forgot to eat.
"What? I told you to eat something first."
"Well, you promised to buy me a curry." I stood up from the sofa and turned to face him in frustration.
"Tomorrow," said Vegas with a mischievous grin.
Oh, I'm even angrier than before. Now the feeling of hunger was taking over my mind that I forgot to calm myself down. Maybe Vegas would go berserk all of a sudden because right now, he was too calm. He looked at my blankly, continually staring at my dastardly actions.
"What do you mean tomorrow? I'm hungry right now."
I then kicked the sofa in anger, but not too much that it would hurt my foot. Honestly, my heart was beating so hard. And the more I looked at Vegas, the deeper I frowned and began to exhale. I have to admit though, I was starting to hesitate whether I should go on or if that was enough.
"Then why didn't you eat? You really had to go and get angry at me."
"And you said that you would come back to eat with me!" I suddenly said exactly that, lowering my volume a bit.
If I didn't do this, I would probably eat my feet instead of rice. At the moment, I gave up on my plans. I just wanted to go to sleep so that I could forget my hunger. Then I thought that Vegas was about to explode and burst into Koko Krunch cereal. But from the look of him, he seemed to be quite tolerant to me. So I stomped my feet towards the bed and lied down, pulling the blanket over me.
"Pete... haha." I didn't know what Vegas looked like now. Inside me though, I was nervous. My heart was going crazy and it felt like it could collapse any second.
"Fine, I'll order a Grab for you," said Vegas in a tired voice. He wasn't angry at all. But I probably annoyed him enough. Or maybe the events today tired him a little more than usual. At least if his body was exhausted, he wouldn't be able to lift his feet up to meet my face in a kick.
"No way! You said you'd buy it for me." I took off the blanket and stared at Vegas furiously.
"It's the same, isn't it? Can't I just order it?"
"It's not the same."
"So I really have to go and buy it myself, huh?" Vegas said, shaking his head. I nodded slowly in reply. Vegas sighed heavily and took his robe out of the closet as well as his car keys before immediately walking out of the room.
Woah! I got so relieved that he didn't do anything else. Shit! I felt like I was going to get a heart attack. I looked after Vegas until he disappeared from the room and I burst out laughing.
"Hahaha! I feel awfully good!" Ha, now he must be thinking about how messy it was to be with someone like me. I copied Tankhun's actions and it came out exactly right. "Hehe." I went to sit on the sofa, placing my legs on the table and wiggling my feet. If he wanted something, he would get it. Now I could do the same. This is fun. Now I know why Khun liked doing this! Hehe.
Vegas was gone for almost an hour. He came back with a bowl. I managed to top it off with the best expression on my face. He bought three bags of food. Vegas sat and ate with me, even though he could only eat half. As for me, I stuffed myself with two bags' worth of curry. He sat and watched me finish eating with a calm expression. Ha! In his head, he must be thinking about letting go of me, bastard! I'm so excited, hehe!
The night passed with my satisfaction, but a little awkward when Vegas pulled me into a hug with our legs and arms intertwined again, the way he hugged me every night. Damn! Why was he still hugging me? I drifted into tomorrow. When was he going to stop obsessing over me?
... ... ...
"I don't know if I can do it, or I can just take it, just don't dare. Love comes from the heart. When I saw his face, I got excited but he just looked and walked past. How could he really like me? My image is unsightly. I'm a farmer, a cowboy, covered in mud. I'm holding a hoe to mow the grass." I opened my mouth to sing since the late morning of the new day. I've been thinking about Vegas since I woke up, so I was confused! So to get rid of my dizziness, I've been singing a Southern song which he probably never heard of before. Hehe.
Vegas came out of the bathroom and I noticed him smiling as if he was in a really good mood while he did his business. Why did he look so happy? He shouldn't be like that. He should be annoyed by my singing. Wasn't it kind of annoying?! If not, then I'll turn up the volume a bit.
"Wake up in the morning, go for a long walk. Milk the cows, feed the animals. Watch him until you look at each other... What are you laughing at, huh?!" I made an irritated expression and asked the laughing Vegas. When someone is singing and someone else laughs at him, he'll lose confidence. Vegas got bad manners!
"I'm happy to see you happy." Vegas buttoned up his shirt and had a cheerful expression on his face. What?! Wasn't it irritating to his ears? Normally, when the young master woke up and sings in the morning, I'd get so annoyed.
"Where are you going?" I frowned and looked at Vegas wearing his clothes and spraying perfume all over the room.
"I'm going to meet some customers with Dad."
"But didn't you say the company is temporarily closed?"
"Well, it's not closed in the minor clan's side. Don't worry, after our meeting I'll buy you something to eat." Vegas walked up to me and leaned in to gently kiss my temple.
"..."
"Keep singing but don't do it too much. Be careful, you might get a sore throat," said Vegas as he laughed then walking out of the room. I raised my middle finger at his back. He's so annoying.
What am I doing?! I walked around the room, thinking hard again. I looked at the clock and noticed that it's been two hours since he left. Huh! What else should I do that would bother him? Dammit! I wanted to do something... but eh... I'll wait until that motherfucker gets home. I like to mess around and ask about nonsense until he have to pretend to turn off the phone and act like the signal in his house wasn't that good every time. So that's why when he gets back at the house, he never turns on his device. Sometimes, he would be playing online games with his friends but I would call and ask him here and there for about ten minutes until I would almost want to kick and cut off his leg. Ha! Better get some.
Two hours passed, it was a beautiful time. I sat on the sofa with a magazine open, my eyes wandering all the way to the weekly horoscope page. Hehe, what was Vegas' zodiac sign?
"NOPPP!" I yelled for Nop and threw the tissue box at the door again.
Screech~
"Are you going to call him again this time?" the idiot asked, his face slightly annoyed. Then he took out his phone, dialed Vegas' number, and knowingly handed it to me.
"Thank you, see you."
"I can't believe you have the nerve to do this. If one day he gets angry at you and kills you for doing this, I'll laugh at you." The bastard kept murmuring. He dropped down and sat next to me. As for me, I put my phone to my ear and waited for him to pick up the call with excitement.
[What?!] Vegas answered the call with a voice that was about to get annoyed.
"Vegas," I called him while keeping my eyes on the magazine.
[Pete? What is it?] His voice had softened from before, and he lowered his voice as if he was whispering.
"What zodiac sign are you born with?"
[Huh?!] I burst out laughing. He was probably talking at work, right? I heard a faint voice like someone was talking seriously about business in the background.
"What's your zodiac sign? I'll tell you your fortune."
[Are you talking about horoscopes? I'm at work, you know.]
"What's your zodiac sign?!" I slightly raised my voice and sternly replied.
[It's not funny, stop bugging me! This isn't a good time.] Vegas firmly said at me. After a second, I heard his father's voice calling him out in a serious manner. What the heck?! I forgot about his father. And then I felt guilty about it. Oh no! If he got scolded by his father again, I'll get scolded too. [Pete... Pete?]
"Oh, sorry. That's all," I said softly, because I forgot to think about how rude it was to call and mess around. It seemed so fun that I forgot to think that there might be a problem with his father.
[I'm a Sagittarius, I was born in December 31st. I have to go back to the meeting now. That's all for now.] Vegas then ended the call. Now I was feeling so anxious! Why did I do that? Will Vegas fight with his father again?
"Hey, are you going to keep messing around with your phone calls or do you just miss him?" Nop said, snatching the phone away from my hand and lightly shook his head.
"You can leave now." I waved my hand away. My guilty conscience surged in. The second family was not the same as the main family at all, so if his father got angry, he would always take action. Oh my gosh! Maybe I'm overthinking too much. All right, Pete! It'll be fine. Will he look at me as a problem?
I just kept doing random things all day, but inside I was restless. I wasn't very happy. My eyes kept glancing at the clock. Eventually, the day passed and in the middle of the night, the sound of the bedroom door opening was loud that I jumped out of bed because now I've been rolling and turning for quite a while.
"Phew." Vegas put down his suitcase and took of his watch, placing it on the table while looking tired.
"..." When I saw him, I didn't dare to say anything but I kept my gaze on him.
"Hey, you. Your call and messing with me put me in trouble." Vegas turned to look at me and went to sit down next to me.
"Did your father do anything?" I asked softly. Vegas suddenly reached out and grabbed my head, gently hugging me.
"Just a little. To hell with him... So, how is my fortune though?" Vegas kissed my forehead and let out a sigh of relief. He seemed more relaxed now than when he walked into the room.
"You okay?" I pulled away and asked with a worried expression on my face.
"It's nothing." Vegas patted my head gently.
"..." But even then, a good person like me felt guilty. I was the cause of his trouble.
"Don't think too much, but you did call me that time. Do you really miss me that much that you can't stand it anymore?" Vegas smirked. So I pushed him farther away. Doesn't he understand what is wrong? Of course, my purpose was much more complicated than that.
"Not at all!"
"Come on, I'm back now! You can't miss me anymore here." Vegas grabbed both of my wrists, making me lay down on the bed as he straddled me.
"What are you doing?!" I yelled loudly. I wriggled a little under him. Inside, my heart began to pound again.
"You called me. I'll make you feel better. I missed you," said Vegas with a smile. Then he bent down and kissed both of my cheeks enthusiastically.
"Release me!" Damn it! How can I wriggle to death? When the bastard Vegas started kissing and probing into my mouth, my body got a little weak and my brain was starting to blur every time. What the... What are you doing, Pete?!
"You can call me anytime you want. I missed you too, hehe."
"Let go!" I shook my head. I tried to use my strength to push the bastard Vegas' strong chest away who was now beginning to tuck his face in the crook of my neck. Pete, don't you dare. These days, my body was betraying me more and more. With just little stimulation, I was easily swept up. I hate this so much.
5 minutes passed...
"Ah... Ah, Vegas... No." Vegas slipped his hand under my pants and began to hold my cock again. My heart twitched, trembling all over my body. Don't take it! You misunderstood! I don't miss you at all!
10 minutes had passed.
"Ugh, Vegas... Woah. Shit, hold on! That hurts," I yelled, cursing him for the millionth time. Fuck, I should find him terrifying! But I was ashamed. As soon as Vegas took off all his clothes and the cold lube smeared in my ass, I immediately realized that I was surrendering myself to him again!
Fifteen minutes passed, and then there was just the moaning between me and him. I succumbed to his touch all while cursing himself in my heart. What made him feel like I'm going to miss him? I was doing it to make him irritated of me! Or was it still not obvious, dammit! I did it like Khun. That person made me feel like my brain's blood vessels were going to burst every day. I wanted to run away or slap Khun at least once. So how could Vegas get this wrong? He's taking this all wrong!
The next day, I woke up around noon. It was because of that bastard Vegas. That son of a bitch! He kept going as if he wouldn't let me sleep. I don't know. I don't know why it seemed as if he was craving for me. As soon as we finished in the bed, I ran to the bathroom and he followed me! He continued to fuck me, not leaving any part of me untouched. His mouth murmured and said...
"Do you know, you're getting more and more lovelier every day."
And he said I was cute too! I tried to open my eyes well. But I did everything like Khun did. Shouldn't he hate me? I need him to hate me! But do I really look cute? Or maybe I had to be brutal and straightforward like Porsche? Wait, no! He liked Porsche before. That won't be good, very risky.
"Aren't you hungry yet?" Vegas walked in and went out to manage his paperwork. I slept with my head hanging from the sofa as usual. There were so many things in my brain that they were starting to be out of order. Maybe I'm going crazy like Vegas. But he must have been something crazier.
(TN: The parts in italics below is Pete talking in his local dialect.)
"I'm not hungry yet. Have you eaten though?" I held back my laughter, feeling funny with the distraction in my own brain.
"What are you talking about?" Vegas paused for a second and glanced at me.
"I'm not hungry yet. Have you eaten though?" I smiled, pretending nothing had happened.
"Wait, what language were you speaking just now?" Vegas narrowed his eyes at me.
"It's my native language, a fool like you wouldn't understand. Stupid idiot!" The fact that I've been talking like I did in the South and continually cursing at him made me be in a good mood too. Wow! I feel like I was liberated.
"You're insulting me."
"No, I'm not insulting you at all."
"Huh, I know you're insulting me."
"That's right. You don't know what I'm saying. You're dead. You're a boss, but you're all stupid." Hehe, this is really fun!
"Argh! What a headache!" Vegas walked out of the room angrily. I lifted my head and looked behind him before bursting out laughing. Haha. It's a headache. After a while, you'll have to be very patient, hehe.
Today, Vegas was stressed. It was either because of work or because I gave him a headache whenever he asked me anything. I kept answering him in my Southern language and he couldn't understand. We ate together but Vegas looked so busy with work so he didn't talk to me that much. Hehe. Maybe I should keep doing this. Even if he'd get mad, it's worth it. Damn!
He came to sleep in the room so late today that I fell asleep first. All in all, the whole day passed by like a lazy, sluggish, fun-filled playtime for me. I didn't know if Vegas was thinking about getting me out of his life or not, but hey, maybe it's close.
... ... ...
"Where are you going?" The next day, I lived my life as usual. I asked what he knew, he'd answer a little, but Vegas was busy. He walked in and kiss-sniffed my cheeks again for a quick moment. But when evening came, he took a shower and dressed in an attire. Then he sprayed perfume on himself, the scent which I used to smell when I'd watch him before from outside the house. I stood with my arms crossed, my shoulder leaning against the bathroom door, and looked at him with an eyebrow raised.
"I'm going to my junior's birthday party today. I'm going to come home late. You should go to sleep first." I didn't know why I suddenly felt so disappointed.
"Okay, tell me first."
"Tell you what?" Vegas looked in the mirror, ignoring my gaze. I frowned even deeper than before. He didn't talk to me all day, and he just came to tell me that he was going to leave in the evening! But then why did I have to be so annoyed?!
"What time are you coming back?"
"The store closes after midnight," replied Vegas calmly.
"Four o'clock!" I gave an ultimatum without realizing what he was doing right now.
"Huh." Vegas' lips twitched into a grin as he looked at me through the mirror. His face looked like he was expecting something from me.
"What are you laughing at?" I started to get more and more annoyed.
"Five o'clock," Vegas argued.
"Four o'clock. Four o'clock only."
Vegas sprayed a little more perfume on himself until I glared. He left the mirror and walked towards me. "You're really beyond my expectations," the man said with a smile on his face.
"What do you mean beyond your expectations? What are you talking about?" I followed behind Vegas as he was walking to put on his watch.
"Haha, crazy wife." I just rolled my eyes at him. Then he picked up the perfume and sprayed it again.
"Hey! What did you just say?!"
"I said I'm handsome." Vegas turned to glance at me. My face was more annoyed than before.
"Yeah, you're handsome. You're really handsome, charming, and dashing. You're so handsome I could cry. So handsome. What did your parents feed you to become so handsome that it's creepy? How did you become this handsome, huh?" I said in the Southern language.
Vegas shook his head and looked at me tiredly before pulling my head to kiss me by the forehead. Then he grabbed his car keys and walked out of the room.
Sigh... Where was he going exactly?! He was dressed like he was going to walk on a runway, damn! Hey! What's wrong with you, Pete?! At least when he was out, you won't have to be uncomfortable. Plus, it seemed like I've been giving him headaches lately because he couldn't understand what I say sometimes. My mission is slowly being completed! In your face, bastard Vegas!
"Pete." Nop walked into the room as I tried to focus on the book in front of me with frustration.
"What?"
"I have to go and rest. What do you want to eat?"
"No!" I answered curtly.
"Eh, I have to go back first. Pam is here to takeover my shift. But you can't borrow a phone because Vegas didn't order it."
"Oh, and what if I want to call him then?"
"He will come back. Just let it go. Don't you dislike him? I thought it's uncomfortable to live with him. Be careful, or you're going to die. Vegas is playing with your mind for now. Why do you keep calling for him all the time? He'll hurt you! What are you doing?" I immediately turned to look at him. "Vegas is a sly bastard. You won't know which side of him is real and what's fake. I warned you because I wish you well, Pete. He's making you unable to live without him. You know that too!" he said and walked out of the room.
"Wait a minute! What you said just now, what do you mean?!"
What the hell? There was no way I wanted him to be with me and I don't want to die! That wasn't my intention at all, what an idiot buffalo! I'm here to find a way to escape from him, you bastard!
I think I've been in this room a bit too much so my stress has accumulated. There wasn't much I could do these days. In my head, I kept repeating the same thoughts over and over again. The more I was alone, the more I thought and became even more depressed. Okay, I admit that my moods are very variable. There are just days where I don't know what to focus on. I was like floating through life, and I couldn't do certain things.
When I have Vegas with me, it's like I'm playing for fun every day, looking for things to mess around with him, and so it relieved a lot of my thoughts. But I don't think I'm going to live with him or I'm going to be fascinated with him. It's just now, the surrounding atmosphere was quiet. There was only me in the room. And strangely, it felt very lonely.
My eyes kept staring at the clock. Why do I feel lonelier the later the night got? I started to think about what the hell I was doing. I also thought about what Vegas might be doing now. He was now good to me as if he was a different person than the one I met in the beginning. Was he having fun? So how did he want to make me feel? Between me and him, who's messing with who right now?
Screech~ The sound of the door opening made me turn to look and immediately glance at the clock. It was now four o'clock and ten minutes.
"Not asleep yet?"
"..." I lay still, not answering his question.
"Are you sleepy?" As he walked closer, the smell of liquor lingered instead of perfume that must had almost worn off in the early evening.
"..."
"Why aren't you talking? Usually, you're still lively in the evening." Vegas hunched over and sat next to me on the bed. So I turned to one side and moved away from him. "What's wrong?" Vegas grabbed my shoulder and tried to turn me back to sleep. "Oh, right. I came home late for ten minutes."
"..."
"I got home at exactly four o'clock, but I went to the bathroom downstairs first." Vegas pulled me to lie on the side so I could face him.
"Isn't there a bathroom over here?" I said hoarsely. My confused brain tried to analyze Vegas' behavior. Then I suddenly thought to myself about the possibility that if he really liked me, maybe it wouldn't be that bad.
"I drank several glasses. At half past three, I hurried to the curry shop. I didn't have much time to pee, I felt like dying," said Vegas jokingly.
"Whatever, I'm sleepy now. Get out." I pushed him away and lifted the blanket over my head. The bastard Vegas hugged me tightly before rising from the bedside. I heard his footsteps as he walked towards the bathroom. I took off the blanket and took a deep breath. Because of the words Nop had said, I had to reorganize all my plans in my brain. If Vegas was playing games with me, then I was either in a losing or winning state now.
People like Vegas are bullshit. He's such a hypocrite. / People like him don't have a heart. He just wants to win every day. His parents didn't raise that bastard well. / People like him are demons. When he was a kid, he pushed me down the tree which injured my head, and then blamed Kinn. He's been a bad boy since childhood. / He used to steal Kinn's boyfriends in kindergarten as well, I'll tell you, but it's good that Kim wasn't that serious, hehe. << The voice of the young master who used to curse Vegas flowed back into my head. All the time at the major clan's home, I've listened to him talk about Vegas countless times and it was certainly never good things.
While I was thinking hard, my eyes opened to see Vegas placing his mobile phone on the table in front of the mirror. My heart twitched with excitement. He must be drunk for sure which was why he ignored it like this. Normally, he was careful, but he was probably not conscious anymore at the moment. I quickly grabbed the phone. My hands began to tremble. I had a way to survive once I call someone from the major clan.
But fuck! It was locked with a code. I tried to enter a password, then I remembered the events of the first day I came here, so I tried the same code as the computer in his office but it didn't work. Should I call the emergency number and contact the police? All right. But suddenly, Vegas' phone vibrated and got a notification from the LINE app.
Yimmy_Yummy: P'Vegas, have you arrived home yet? ^_^
Yimmy_Yummy: Thank you for the gift. I like it very much. But I'm afraid it seems very expensive.
Yimmy_Yummy: And... thank you for holding the cake as a surprise. I'm very happy you were there.
"What are you doing?!" The voice of Vegas rang out as his hand pulled the phone away from me. I didn't know how long I had been silent like that, and I didn't know when I stopped hearing properly that I didn't realize that Vegas came out of the bathroom until he yanked the phone away. "What were you going to do?" said Vegas in an annoyed tone, and his eyes stared at me expectantly.
"You didn't have to hurry back, you know," I said with mixed feelings. I really didn't know how I should feel right now.
"..." Vegas frowned and turned to look at the screen. Then his expression changed and a small smile appeared on his lips.
"Is it the birthday of someone important to you? You could've just told me about it." I sighed and walked straight back to the bed.
"Uh, yeah. He's really important, but what can I do? That was all the time you gave me." The bastard Vegas frowned and laid on the bed.
"You tell me, do I have the right to order you around too?" The bastard Vegas suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me towards him.
"You're so cute when you make a sulky face, you know that?" His arms and legs hugged onto me tightly.
"Vegas, let me go!"
"Just say you're jealous. Don't be sarcastic." Vegas tried to reach out and kiss my cheek, but I pushed him away.
"Why would I be jealous? Get out of here." I used my feet to kick him non-stop until the bastard fell off the edge of the bed.
"PETE! That hurts!" Vegas said in a harsh voice.
"I'm sleepy so I'm going to sleep!" I lay down and covered my head with the blanket. Vegas sighed loudly. After a moment, he laid down next to me and then he began to go under the blanket and embraced my body.
"Release me! Get out!" I took his arm off my body and yelled at him in anger.
"Oi, you're acting like a woman in menstruation. I can't catch up with your mood swings." Vegas pulled away from me. I didn't know why but instead of being happy that Vegas was getting tired of my behavior, I became even angrier.
"Yeah, whatever!"
"Oh well, I'm going to sleep then. I'm exhausted too, and I'm too lazy to fight with you." Then Vegas turned his head to the other side and reached out to turn off the light on the headboard. After a while, he fell asleep. He acted like nothing happened to the point where I was terribly annoyed.
For the whole night, I couldn't sleep at all. I contemplated various events. What was I doing right now? Why couldn't my mood be like this? I hate myself when I can't control it. I felt more unreasonable every day. It could've been anyone's message, but just by looking at it, I knew firmly in my chest. What was wrong with me? Maybe I was being too assuming by thinking that Vegas likes me. How could he like me? What's good about me? Looks weren't my best attribute, and neither were my acting habits.
Hey, I'm being stupid! In fact, I thought too much that I wanted to lighten my eyes and not have to look at me. But people like him didn't think anything of me. Because if it was me, I probably wouldn't tie up the person I love like this. And then the bastard was having fun with himself because of me. It might be funny to him in his mind, that I was going crazy in his room and he'd be satisfied that he always stirred my thoughts.
I wasn't going to win at all. But I was about to lose...
I lay back and forth until morning, and until late afternoon came. Vegas and I ate breakfast together. It was peaceful but he was constantly complaining about his headache. But I didn't care. I seemed calm today because I couldn't think about him with so many confusing things in my head.
"Are you okay?" Vegas said gently, placing his palm on my forehead.
"No..." I shrugged and replied in a hushed tone.
"You ate less again." Vegas glanced at the porridge in my bowl which I only finished half of. "Today, I have to go to college this afternoon. Some of our club members need to borrow some guitars so I'm going to lend mine to them," said Vegas, raising an eyebrow and looking at me thoughtfully. "Uh, what do you want to eat later? I can buy you something."
"Don't want to."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Pete... I was just ten minutes late, okay? You don't have to keep sulking like this."
I didn't even know what I was feeling. Since last night, I've been trying to ask myself if I was okay now. What exactly was I feeling? I was actually annoyed when I watched him leave the house yesterday, and then I brought up things until I couldn't stop. And now I had to seriously review myself.
"..."
"Okay, I'm sorry. How many hours will you let me have outside today? What time do you want me to go home? Tell me." Vegas moved and turned to look at my face even more.
"It's up to you," I said, getting up from the sofa and turning to go to the bathroom. I felt like I didn't want to see his face anyway. Why did he have to act like he cared about my feelings? Even though I'm just a vent for his emotions.
'You can only be my outlet.'
'You're a dog. I told you, you're a dog.'
The words of the bastard flashed through my head. A person like him would stay like that no matter how good he seemed now. I was a little bummed out, but the guilt and wounds in my hears would never be erased...
'Vegas is playing with your mind. He's making you unable to live without him.'
Even the words of that idiot that reminded me also came back. He was right! What was I doing, calling for him, and wanting to be with him too much? I realized I wasn't fully pretending or acting when I did that. But why couldn't I feel the truth? Fuck!
Vegas, what are you planning right now? People like you are so damn stupid. People like you are too complicated. What are you interested in? He acted like he had feelings for me. But I wasn't sure anymore. Vegas seemed so manipulative that it seemed like nothing was real, not even the feelings he had.
"Pete, I'll go now. I'll be right back." Vegas walked up to me, sitting on the edge of the bed. He was about to approach me to kiss me by the forehead, but I got up.
"Sure."
"Huh. Behave well in the room." Vegas, seeing me look like that, let out a tired sigh.
"..."
When Vegas walked out, I returned to my seat and looked at the chain that was wrapped around my wrist. Is this just the answer? Whether what he did was true or a hoax... if he really liked me, he wouldn't lock me up like this. No one wanted to see the person they like or the person they love suffer, right? So I'm going to conclude that all of Vegas' actions that made me interpret him in so many ways are all a lie.
I should stop feeling mixed up and too confused. I did it without realizing it because I was so alone that I felt like it was my only refuge. In spite of the fact that before, he was the person who brought me into this state. I really shouldn't forget that point. I had to stop sympathizing with him. I had to stop trying to understand his habits first. I gotta stop acting like he was cheating on me.
The bastard Vegas had been gone for quite some time and I was immersed in my deep thoughts. Later in the evening, the idiot walked in with his phone and handed it to me. He didn't have to tell me who it was. Even though I didn't want to talk to him, I had to accept it.
"Yeah?"
[Have you eaten yet?] Vegas asked in a normal tone.
"Not yet."
[Good! Can you wait for me until two o'clock? I'll buy something for you to eat.]
"..."
[Didn't you miss me today? Hehe. You weren't calling, I was waiting for you to call.]
"That's all."
[Pete... P'Vegas, are you done yet? I'm waiting over here. Ugh... P'Vegas, enter it like this, so it wouldn't hurt.] I automatically frowned when another person's voice intervened. Enter? Hurt? What the hell? (TN: In the original, the person who intervened talked in third person by saying, 'Yim is waiting over here'. So their name is Yim.)
"I—"
[That's all for now.] Vegas cut off the call abruptly. A strange feeling rushed in me again. I handed the phone back to the asshole who was waiting on the sofa. I was arranging everything in my brain, argh! I hated this feeling. I've been like this since last night and now, it got worse.
"Pete, are you okay?" Nop walked over and grabbed my arm.
"Can you please let me go?" I bit my lip tightly and begged him.
"I don't have the key. What did he do?"
"Why did he lock me up?"
"Well, to get revenge against the main family, I guess? I don't know. I really feel sorry for you, Pete. But I'm afraid to die. Vegas is playing crazy, I don't know what it is. But he treats you like you're his wife. I think he has an actual partner though. Was that Yim who spoke? When he came to his birthday last night, I was confused. I saw that person, Yim, from morning to evening, but now he isn't visiting here anymore lately. Maybe it's because you're in the room, I'm not sure. I'm confused about it too. I'm going now."
I stood still, shocked. I thought back to the video that Vegas took of his partner, and it reinforced all my thoughts. In the end, he kept me purely because of my eroticism and just for the sake of his satisfaction. and that was all I was for him. He was just playing a game and saw me as something he could use for fun.
I tried to pull the chain from my wrist over and over again. I didn't know where the immense strength from my own body came from. Like a fire that had just been lit, I was so angry that I almost wanted to tear the chain from my hand.
Worthless, intangible, and meaningless. In the end, he saw me as just a source of emotion. Just being in this condition was bad enough. Why did I have to feel this shit? I'm a human, I have a heart, I have my own feelings. I'm not okay feeling this way at all. What's wrong with me?! I was so busy pulling my wrist out that the bruise started to come back just after it was starting to get better. I didn't know how much time had passed. But I felt like I'd been ripped apart and stepped on over and over again. Vegas was just having fun playing with me. He never saw me as a person. In the end, the person who got into his game was me.
Screech~ The sound of the glass door being opened. I didn't pay attention to it, I just pulled the chain unconsciously with the internal fire in me that continued to erupt. I was cut off from the outside world for a moment.
"I'm back... I bought you a lot of your favorite stuff... as an apology for last night... Pete, what are you doing?!" Vegas put the stuff he was holding on the glass table first before turning to look at me and immediately walking straight in front of me.
"LET GO OF ME!" I, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, got up in anger.
"Pete, what did you do?!" Vegas grabbed my wrist and pulled it to look in shock.
"RELEASE ME! I don't want to be here anymore, idiot!" As soon as I saw Vegas' face in full view, all patience in me was broken in an instant.
"Pete! Why are you doing this?!" Vegas held my wrist and touched the red mark lightly so I hurriedly pulled it back.
"Stop pretending! People like you always lie. You don't have to be nice to me!" I yelled loudly and shouting at the bastard Vegas without any fear.
"Pete, I didn't think you'd be this mad at me." Vegas frowned and looked at me in disbelief.
"I've always been mad at you, Vegas! You can take off your fake mask. Then come talk to me."
"Pete! If it's because I got home late, I'm sorry."
"I don't want such a moron of idiots to mess with my brain!" Both him and I stood staring at each other relentlessly.
"Then... don't tell me that you think I like the person who messaged my LINE. He's just a schoolmate of mine," said Vegas with a serious tone. His eyes and expression tried to convey everything he was saying as if wanting to emphasize that it was true.
"You had a lot of fun, huh?!"
"Pete! I don't think anything of him!"
"It's your business. Enter what you want. Whatever, I don't care!" I couldn't stand it all. Everything was so loud that I wanted to explode everything around me and disappear!
"Wait! No! Yim was just helping me with the instruments. I was just holding the iron base of a drum set." Vegas tried to hold my hand but I always avoided it.
"Tell me what's wrong with you! I'm not a buffalo, you don't have to see me as an animal!" I gasped for breath and yelled every word to his face.
"I never thought of you that way."
"So what is this?!" I held up my arm bound by chains to his face. "You act like I'm not a person, like I'm an animal in a cage. Waiting for the owner to come give me food and water every day. Oh... you even said I'm a dog already. Aren't you satisfied, huh?! Are you still not satisfied?!" I snapped at him, stepping in front of him without any fear.
"Pete! I never thought of that. Can't you see what I'm doing now though? How much I care about your feelings?" Vegas took a step closer and tried to touch me as if wanting to hold me.
"Huh? If you really care about me, you won't treat me like this. LET ME GO!" The bastard held me tightly. I struggled reluctantly and smashed my hand with the chain on the wall. I didn't even feel the pain it caused.
"Pete, stop! PETE!" Vegas held me back and tried to stop my arm from smashing against the wall. But I was so angry that I couldn't control my great strength.
"LET ME GO! I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE!"
"PETE! Enough! Pete!" Vegas gathered all his strength and pushed me onto the bed until I lost my footing and fell down.
"Let me go right now, Vegas! I won't give up. Even if I die today, I won't be afraid!" Vegas rubbed his face tiredly and began to show a very stressful expression.
"Pete! Calm down, please!"
"Calm down... You want me to calm down? I've calmed down enough. You treat me like I'm not a human being. I can't stay like this anymore! I have feelings, I have a heart, I have people that I love. Have you ever even thought of the feelings of someone else? You selfish bastard!" I stood up again and my words gushed out incessantly.
"Pete... I don't want you to feel that way. The reason I do this is because I only want to have you."
"Really?! People like you always use the excuse that you grew up as a child without support. But you don't understand the feelings of everyone else. Just say you were raised to be selfish by your father!" I yelled at him. When Vegas heard that sentence, he raised his head and looked at me with furious eyes for a moment, then pushed me so hard that I fell to the ground.
"What did you just say?!" Vegas gritted his teeth. I didn't know why but when he pushed me down, I felt even worse. Now I was so angry that I wanted to cry. Tears filled my eyes and was threatening to spill out.
"Vegas, you bastard!" I didn't know what kind of eyes I was looking at now. But the bastard Vegas, who was staring at me, his eyes instantly drooped.
"Pete, does it hurt? I'm sorry." Vegas' guilty look in his eyes almost seemed genuine. He immediately crouched down and pretended to help me up.
"You hurt me even more. COME ON! Punch me, slap me like you liked to do!" I pulled my wrist and used my hand to snatch his face and squeezed his cheeks. I lashed at him as if to repeat the way he had hurt me before.
"Please... you can't be like this!" Vegas tried to pull his face out of my grip.
"Beg me first. Are you begging me? And the day I asked you, are you listening to me?!" I pushed Vegas down to the floor as well. I didn't know when but I felt a stinging sensation in my eyes along with tears unknowingly dripping from them.
"Sorry... Pete, I'm really sorry. Stay with me," Vegas pleaded, his voice beginning to tremble.
"Now let me go from here!" I slammed my wrist hard on the ground a dozen times. Even when Vegas stopped me and caught my hand, I swung my wrist helplessly. I didn't feel any pain at all, but now the scent of blood wafted as the liquid dripped from my wrist.
"Stop! I told you to stop!" Vegas held my wrist still, stopping me with force that I paused from my actions. "Okay, Pete, fine. I'm fully giving up to you." Tears streamed down his cheeks from his bloodshot eyes, a sight I have never seen before. His hand rushed into his pants' pocket. When he took out something, I could hardly believe my eyes.
"..."
"Pete... I'm sorry," the bastard Vegas kept saying that over and over again. But inside, my heart was beating so fast as the key lodged in the lock and he took off all the chains. That was the moment I was stunned and felt like I was dreaming.
"Stay with me. Can you promise you won't leave me?" Vegas pulled me into a tight hug. I was almost unconscious and didn't know what to do next.
"I promise, I won't hurt you again. I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I can't be apart from you, Pete. I have no one but you. You came and changed me to make me want to be a better person. Don't leave me. Stay with me here, Pete. I like myself every time I'm with you... stay here." Vegas trembled as he hugged me, as if he was afraid that I was going to disappear.
"..." I froze. I still hadn't registered what happened and I couldn't describe what I was feeling right now. I was both happy and sad until it all mixed.
"Pete..." Vegas pulled away from hugging me and stared at me with a feeling full of angst. He used his finger to gently wipe the tears off my cheek. "I can't live without you... I love you," said Vegas, emphasizing the words as if wanting to tell me that all he said was the truth.
The look in his eyes was trying to convey me everything he wanted so well that I burst into tears in pain once more as a feeling hit me. Everything in front of me was a difficult situation for me right now. The more Vegas showed his sincerity and kept on saying the word love without stopping, the more I hated this idea now. I felt a strong resistance between my brain and the beating of my heart.
"Vegas..." My lips quivered. When my anguish side swept in, I was completely overwhelmed by some feelings in me. "I'm sorry."
I gripped the chains from the floor and smashed it into Vegas' head with full force. And of course, the chains' heaviness made Vegas fall unconscious. He fell to the ground with blood trickling out of his head.
"I'm sorry..." I sobbed at the sight of him lying still. The feeling of suffering was evident. I wasn't happy at all and regretted my actions, but what I wanted more was 'freedom'.
"Pete! What have you done?!" I heard the sound of the door open and Nop rushed inside in shock. I stood up from the ground with blood still dripping from my wrist.
"Nop... let me go." My tears still didn't stop. My voice was shaking as I spoke to the man who was standing in surprise from what he saw. "Just think that this is the last time for you to pity me," I said, biting my lip tightly.
The idiot made a worried face before quickly turning his back on me. "Do what you have to do, do it quickly. I'll give you just one minute, but after this I have to do my duty."
After he said that, I ran to open the closet. I grabbed a shirt without even looking at it. It was a white shirt of Vegas that I casually wore. I didn't forget to run to pick up Vegas' wallet and took the money, a thousand banknotes. I headed to the balcony and opened the windows wide.
"Nop, please look after him."
I looked left and right at the bottom of the balcony before reluctantly jumping down and hurriedly ran towards the back of the house, climbing over the wall to the other side. When my feet touched the grass, I looked at the slope again and half-walked half-ran towards the main road without thinking of turning back to that house. I quickly hailed a cab and hurriedly thrusted myself into it, telling the location of the major clan's home to the driver who looked at me strangely. It was of course because I was wearing a white shirt with my blood stained all over the sleeves. Plus, I didn't even wear shoes. I ran out barefoot without feeling any pain. I leaned against the seat and extended the sleeve of the shirt over my wrist. I still couldn't deal with this feeling. Freedom was what I'd been wanting for days. But now instead of Vegas, what would it be?
I'm sorry.
But I can't really live like that. I still have a family waiting for me. You would not be able to imprison me. And I didn't want my feelings to get deeper than this. I knew myself that I had a sliver of feelings attached to him. But thanks to Nop's warning, I got reminded of the things he did to me in the past. It was like a key that unlocked my true feelings, that made me wake up and know exactly what to do.
"This is the house." I paid the money and opened the car door. I had been away from this house for a long time. I was relieved to be standing here again.
"Cough, cough! Why the fuck is there smoke all over the house?" I walked slowly into the fence of the house. I didn't what was on fire and why there was smoke. I haven't seen the outside world for a long time. I immediately felt a burning sensation in my eyes from the smoke, making me rub my eyes. I accidentally forgot that my wrist was bloody, oh no! Now the blood was all over my face! Shit! Really stupid.
"Khun? Cough!" Sheesh! I couldn't see my path with all the smoke from the house. Should I call the fire station? I couldn't see anything. The smoke was so thick so I slowly walked in. I saw a faint shadow of a man standing in the distance. With joy, I let out my voice.
"Boss..."
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Hi, everyone! I've read all your comments and messages. I'm sorry this took very long, this is the longest chapter so far going on for about 13K words. Things still isn't clear with the issue about the KinnPorsche series too so I kinda lost my motivation to finish this. But don't worry, we just have one VegasPete chapter left after all.
Oh and I'm really sorry but it's not likely that I'll translate chapters from the main KinnPorsche storyline, I just don't have the time which is why I chose to post VegasPete chapters since there's only 10 of them (except for the special Christmas chapter, but that isn't related to the actual storyline at all though). I recommend you just read from the actual site posted by the author or other fan-made translations.
I still don't know when I'll finish the translation for the last chapter but I'll do it as soon as possible so get ready! :)
- GWEN