08: VEGAS PETE SIDE STORY (R+18)

Note: Some scenes on chapter 8-9 of VP Special Chapters refers to Chapter 34-36 of KP

PETE

[The day of the funeral] Hachoo!

Ha... Ha... Hachoo!

"Gah!" I sneezed until my nose turned red. Since I woke up this morning, I had been sneezing non-stop. Plus, I kept rubbing my runny nose until I began feeling a burning sensation. I started to feel dizzy, too.

"Are you okay?" Vegas, who was typing something in his laptop, was now lying on the bed, his head tilting as he looked at me. The weather was unpredictable today. I felt my head pounding a little.

"I don't know. I might be allergic to the weather. I think it's going to rain," I replied.

I turned my eyes to look at the shelf by the other side of the room so I could find a book to read to ease my boredom. Normally, the humid climate in the country didn't affect me too much. We just had sunny or rainy seasons after all. I never had any allergic reactions before. But I guess my body also changed as time passed. I couldn't stop my headache nor my sneezing and coughing.

I focused on taking a book from the shelf. I saw Vegas from the corner of my sight, his chin raised a little while looking at me. Dammit! The bastard Vegas was still here. Nowadays, he would just stay at home all day, going back and forth from his bedroom and his office. It was strange and I felt even more nervous. I wasn't used to his presence all the time. With him here, I couldn't go and find a way to pry the chain off my wrist. Simply put, I still haven't figured out how to escape. Geez! Doesn't he have any business somewhere else or something?

"Here." I was so focused in my own thoughts that I didn't notice Vegas was now standing near me. He then used his knee to lightly poke the side of my body.

"Huh?" I raised myself up from the sofa and looked at him in a daze.

"Take your medicine first." Vegas was holding a glass of water on one hand, and a yellow pill on the other. He handed both to me.

"A pill?" I asked as I held out my hand.

"To cure your cold. Your face is red. You're not feeling well." Vegas sank down and sat beside me, gently placing his hand on my forehead.

I hurriedly looked away at the other direction, not daring to stare directly at him. I didn't know why but since he helped me shave yesterday and k-kissed me... I felt something weird. I didn't know how it happened. I felt something inside me that wasn't fear nor disgust. It was almost as if it felt good for me. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I'm confused.

"It's okay. I'm fine." I stiffened. I knew I should still follow him, shouldn't resist nor be stubborn, but my mouth still refused.

"Take your pills," said Vegas in a normal tone. So I took the water and drank it after taking the medicine in my mouth, swallowing it. After Vegas made sure I did it, he went to turn off the air conditioner. Then he went straight to the balcony, opened the curtains wide, and slid the glass door open.

"Maybe you stayed in this air-conditioned room for too long? I'm going to get you a fan," said Vegas before he walked out of the bedroom.

I looked at him with such confusion. What was wrong with him? He's been too kind lately. He wasn't getting annoyed or angry with me at all. It was weird! He was so nice now, as if he was a white-clad young saint. It's like, I'm in another world. It was weird. It was very weird.

The bastard Vegas walked back in carrying a tall, black fan. He placed it by the foot of the bed and plugged it in before turning it on. He went up and laid on the bed, the back of his head leaning against the headboard as he placed his laptop over his stomach. Then, he beckoned for me to come over.

"..." Did I have a choice? I didn't want to get too close. I wanted to be like the way Porsche acted with Kinn who would put his foot down and always shouted out loud, 'No, I'm not going!' I would imagine doing it. But could I really do it? Of course not. So instead, I sullenly went forward and crawled to the bed. I sat crossed-legged, facing him and staring at him with eyes that were asking what he wanted.

"Come to bed." Vegas pulled my arm to lean towards him.

"You want me to sleep? I just woke up," I said, trying to push his hand away.

"The medicine you took is sleep-inducing. You'll get sleepy in a moment." Vegas kept pulling me towards him.

"I already know that. Why are you pulling my arm?" Despite that, a part of me was telling myself not to resist. Even so, I tensed every time he touched my body. I felt like a reserved young woman. He made me feel like I was a fourteen-year-old girl.

"Don't be stubborn. I told you come here." When he said that, I panicked a little. I was afraid that my plan would fail. Don't forget, Pete! You need to be boring. Whatever he says, just follow him.

"I'm sick," I repeated, in case it would pass by quickly, even though I knew it won't. It was just a heavy cold. Who was missing me so much?

"Come here!" Vegas tugged at me once more until my face met his chest. He hurriedly adjusted his arm to wrap around me, moving me until it looked like I was leaning on him as if he was a pillow. Goosebumps!

"What do you want to watch?" Vegas moved his hand that wasn't hugging me. He opened a folder in his laptop where there was more than ten movies saved inside.

"Wait, what?" I tilted my head and went for a closer look at the screen. My eyes sparkled as if I had found something precious. "W-will you show me a movie?" I asked excitedly, forgetting how tensed I was just a while ago laying on top of him like this.

"Yeah. But I saved all of these and this isn't connected to the internet."

"I know." I said without looking at him as he went back to the laptop and continued to scroll through the movie list. I finally had something entertaining to do! I felt like a caveman who just discovered light and sound. I didn't feel like a civilized man without any movies or TV shows to watch.

I was so enthusiastic about choosing a movie that I unconsciously placed my chin on Vegas' stomach. Even as the bastard Vegas reached up and lightly brushed my hair, I didn't curse him in my head. At the moment, I was just focused on the screen.

"I've seen this already. Here, look... oh, this looks too depressing. What about this?" I turned to him to ask for his opinion. That's when I saw Vegas smiling brightly for a split second, but he suddenly stopped smiling as if nothing happened.

"Pick what you want."

"Hey, don't judge me, but I want to watch cartoons," I softly said, pursing my lips.

I clicked on the movie, enlarging it, and turning the volume up. Vegas pulled me closer to him, moving me until I was lying on his chest as he hugged me with both hands. He would never do this to me before. I suddenly felt the sound of his beating heart. I felt the warmth of Vegas' body. Even though we were always in the same room, I had never experienced this type of atmosphere before. A certain feeling rushed in me. It was so messed up. It's like I couldn't understand what Vegas was doing to me. But I just let him wrap his arms around me as he wished.

Both of our eyes were staring at the screen. I chose a Disney cartoon film. It was the story of a Mexican boy who loved music and it was the reason why he was able to travel to the afterlife. I had seen this already with the young master and I really liked it. It was light-hearted and not stressful. It was good for me since my life was already stressful to death. Enjoying something for fun made me feel good, too.

"Haha." Vegas and I laughed together. We were so immersed in the story we were watching that we were in our own world. The bastard Vegas kept changing his position from time to time. He moved his arm to support his head but his other hand still held me tightly. I moved my head towards his stomach but he would pull me back to his chest every time. He was too touchy, the idiot!

"Have you seen this already?" I asked, looking up at Vegas. He took his eyes off the screen and turned to look at me, shaking his head. "Can you guess? Who owns the guitar?" I acted like the young master did. Tankhun liked to watch movies and then would always stop to ask the opinions of those watching with him. And I wanted to know if Vegas was stupid or smart.

"It's enough to guess," said Vegas with a chill expression.

"So who do you think is it?" I narrowed my eyes at him. He might've not really known. If he answered and he was wrong, I'd laugh until my teeth fell out.

"Just keep watching."

"No, you have to tell me who you think it is." I tilted my head and stared closely at him, waiting for an answer. I wanted him to show his stupidity! So he would lose his composure.

"Well, I'll keep watching." Vegas pressed my head back down on his chest. "No, I want to know. Who did you guess?" I moved his hand away, leaning forward to ask him again. A mischievous smile appeared on my face. Vegas probably didn't know. He's stupid. It was a children's cartoon, dude! People like him would pretend to be awesome and powerful, but he couldn't even guess a simple cartoon like this. He was probably afraid to reveal his idiotic side, huh? "Well, I'll spoil it then, hehe. The guitar is from..."

"Stop it. I don't like it when people spoil the ending of movies," Vegas said threateningly as he pointed at me. Ha! That was my chance.

"That guitar belongs to... Hey!" Vegas suddenly covered my mouth with his hand. Alright then. I took off his hand and opened my mouth to speak again. "You see, the guitar belongs to... Hmf!"

My eyes widened in shock when I realized his hand wasn't the one covering my mouth this time. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed his lips tightly on mine. My feelings from yesterday came back again. Within a moment, my heart fluttered. He pushed the laptop away and moved my body to lie down on the bed properly. I didn't even notice it happening.

Vegas straddled me before kissing me again harder. He opened his lips, gently biting my bottom lip before his hot tongue explored my mouth. I was feeling a completely new sensation. Ever since I got here, Vegas had never done this to me even once. He only gave me pain, no nurturing, never letting me experience this strange touch that he was giving to me now. He took advantage of the moment I got caught off guard and he was sucked on my tongue, probing around inside my mouth. I was starting to realize little by little the feeling that surged inside my body.

"Ugh..." I protested with a sound from my throat and I used my hand to push Vegas' chest away. He pulled away from me and gave a faint smile, his hand stroking my hair. His eyes that would always display anger and irritation before were now staring at me with an indescribable emotion.

"The guitar belongs to Hector. I've watched it already," Vegas said, a smile immediately appearing on his face.

I frowned back. He fooled me! Stupid! When he finished speaking, I couldn't even open my mouth to curse him. He lowered his face to the crook of my neck and inhaled my scent. I tensed up, a tingling sensation spreading throughout every part of my body.

"V-Vegas, don't." I didn't know if I should be surprised with the change on my expression. Should I even try to stop the person in front of me or not? Because in the end, I couldn't do anything anyway. I should do what my brain was telling me and let him do what he wanted so he would quickly get bored of me. But on the other hand, I still couldn't accept it. I was confused and my mind was in chaos. If I closed my eyes and let it happen, maybe he would be willing to let me go. I was so scared because I knew how this would torture me.

"Vegas... Don't," I said softly as his lips explored my neck, kissing and occasionally biting. He kept doing this until he reached my collarbone.

I got goosebumps all over my body, but the weird thing was my heart began to pound uncontrollably. I tried to push him away, but he held on. I started to feel even more of him than before. That made it more difficult and I felt like I was in a daze.

"I'm... s-scared..." I breathed heavily, trying to suppress everything in me. I felt my body weaken. He pulled away from my chest and back to my lips before kissing me deeply again. We were kissing each other hard until I felt dizzy.

I have to admit, he was good at this. Even though I've had a girlfriend before, I've never had someone made me feel this much before. He kept attacking my mouth until I was devastated for a moment. I could no longer hold back the emotions inside me.

I took a deep breath as Vegas' hand dragged through the middle of my body, heading towards my trousers. My body trembled. No, no, I've never been like this with a man before. But maybe it's because I haven't had any type of release for two weeks now which was why I was letting myself go. With just little simulation, my body was invigorated. Vegas would just take me so violently before, without any feelings at all, and so I never let my emotions out because I was just afraid and paranoid. So, all my feelings accumulated and was suppressed in me.

"Pete... Are you afraid of me?" Vegas pulled away a little from my face. Then, he used the tip of his nose to nuzzle the side of my cheek.

"Hmm," I mumbled in my throat. Both my hands were tightly gripping on the blanket. Even though I know my body wanted this, in my mind I still felt a little scared. It was all so contradicting. This bastard, Vegas, used to torture me and if I tried to resist now, would he hurt me again even more than before? I didn't want any bad things to happen between me and a man again. The bastard's hand kept stroking the stubborn part of me. But I felt terrible as the past events flowed into my mind.

"I promise if you stay good, I won't hurt you..." Vegas said softly. Then he lowered his nose and kissed both of my cheeks. I silently closed my eyes as his thick palm slipped beneath my underwear and gently held my manhood. I stopped breathing for a moment. It was like all my feelings were condensed at the part when he did that.

"Ugh, V-Vegas... If I say no... If I refuse, are you going to punish me?" I said breathlessly, gasping for breath as his thick hands stroked my cock.

In my mind, I was completely confused. I couldn't fight him and not because I had no strength. I was still bound by the chains and even if I tried to get it off, the farthest place I could get to was the sofa. In the end, I had to be harmed anyway.

"I won't dare to do anything drastic anymore... But I don't want to stop. You'll be fine, Pete. I promise I won't hurt you." It was the first time I heard Vegas plead to me.

I narrowed my eyes at him, seeing his eyes filled with a tenderness that I had never seen before. Even though I was terrified that I was trembling, I managed to reach out and grab a pillow to cover my face. Damn it! I tried to think logically, telling myself that he must want more. But I couldn't give a response.

Vegas' face slid down to my chest, both his hands taking off my pants in the process. I bit my lip tightly because I knew what was going to happen after this. His hot tongue ran through my abdomen. I lightly sank my teeth on the pillow, realizing that he wasn't acting violently at all. His hand gripped on my cock and stroked up and down. I felt pathetic and disgusting. However, there was another feeling that intervened. It was good that he wasn't hurting my body anymore. But even so, I couldn't forget that I was still raped by him. But for now, at least it hurt less.

"Ugh... Hmm..." I tried to bite my lip as hard as I could to prevent the sounds I was making from slipping out. When the bastard Vegas ran his thumb over the head of my cock, I admit that it felt a little good. Who would dare execute himself in this room? It wasn't strange that my cock would react easily to stimuli. My heart kept pounding. While his hands kept doing that, his lips began to move towards my thighs. "Ugh, Vegas..."

Vegas moved his hand up and down faster, emphasizing the rhythm that was both strong ang gentle. He knew how sensitive I was. My body began to twist and turn. Then he went to raise my legs a little and parted the two. My vision started to blur as Vegas moved his wrist rapidly, along with his other hand that was now running through the area near my ass. His touch made my whole body flicker.

"Ugh... ugh." I pulled my hand away from the pillow and hugged him tightly. I was suddenly startled again when I felt the same cold lube being smeared into my rear. Sweat began to seep all over my own body. I was scared and tensed, but I also felt like I wanted him to touch me more. I was so confused.

"Pete, I'll take it easy," said Vegas' voice, but I didn't care. His hands were working hard to pleasure my cock. And when his other hand inserted a finger into my ass until I tensed up again.

"I-it's hurts! It hurts!" I scolded Vegas. He immediately pulled his finger out.

"Pete... Just relax." He pulled the pillow away from my face and pressed a light kiss on my lips. His hands were still stroking up and down at my cock. He kissed me all over my face before pulling away.

Then he squeezed more lube on his finger again. He went down to my ass

like before then slowly inserted his finger, and although it still hurt, it wasn't as much as the first. I was sweaty. My heart was beating so fast I almost thought it was going to burst. My torso trembled as he began to move his finger along with the same rhythmic movement as his hand stroking my cock.

"Ugh... hng..." I felt a tightness in my back and I felt like I was about to come at any moment. I didn't know when Vegas inserted more fingers. He moved so hard that my body started surging. The pain began to fade away, leaving only the friction between our bodies and... a feeling of pleasure... tingling until I couldn't hold my moans.

"Ahh..." It was so different this time. So different that I couldn't believe it. I hated and was disgusted with sex because I've been so stubborn about it. But now, it all felt unexpectedly good.

The bastard Vegas accelerated the stroke of both of his hands. And it was during that time that I couldn't hold back anymore. I suddenly felt lightheaded and then a sudden twitching sensation as the milky white cum released from my cock, spilling a little on my stomach.

I gulped from the intensity of it all, along with the heaviness of my breathing. But Vegas didn't let me catch a break. He stayed between my legs, grabbing my thighs and lifting them up until my hips were almost floating above the bed. He didn't waste another second. He ended up positioning his cock that wore a condom, slowly pushing the head down into my ass.

"Yes... Ahh..." I heard Vegas groan as he slowly moved in a shallow rhythm. My whole body began to tremble again.

"Ugh... It hurts," I said, closing my eyes tightly. Even though it hurt and I felt a little numb, I have to say it really wasn't like before at all. The pain that almost broke my body before was nonexistent now. Now I was feeling something so diverse that it couldn't be described. The tightness in my back area made it even hotter.

As Vegas thrusted his full length in me, I tried to relax myself so I didn't have to focus too much on the suspension. I didn't know how I opened my eyes to look at Vegas, who was wiping his sweat and biting his lower lip hard as if he was trying to hold back his own strength. He glanced back at me and gave a slight smile before his face leaned closer and he gently kissed my forehead.

"Good boy. I told you it won't hurt." Vegas held his cock like that. He left kisses from my forehead down to my lips before returning to straighten again, holding my hips with his hand and began to move gently.

"Ugh..." I hurried to find something I could hold on to. My hand swept over the pillow and I held onto it tightly again. Vegas moved his hips in and out, throwing back his head and moaning every now and then.

"Ahh... Hmm." I closed my eyes again as he started to change the pace. He moved harder and deeper. My heart still kept beating like it was about to explode. The stamina began to fade gradually and Vegas emphasized his thrusts into my body which made me move beneath him. He eased down and repeatedly hit the same spot that pleasured me.

"Ugh, you... you psychopath." I grabbed the bolster pillow and threw it at him when I realized that my cock was starting to respond to him again.

The bastard Vegas grinned wickedly at me, but his eyes looked at me with a certain feeling. He wasn't as aggressive as he used to be, but he also made my heart flutter. Vegas began to move his hips at a faster pace. One hand of his held my cock once more and moved in unison.

"Ahh... Umm." The two of us moaned at the same time. My body swayed from the force. Vegas eventually seemed to be unable to hold himself back. He began to thrust harder and even faster. My body temperature started to rise. It was so exhausting that I felt like I was running on a treadmill with the speed set for tens of meters. But the intense pleasure I was feeling never ceased. Every time Vegas' body touched mine, it made me even more unable to control my emotions.

"Hmm... Vegas..." My voice trembled and I had to bite my lower lip softly.

"Like that... I love it... when you... when you call my name... I'm coming, ahh." I didn't even know what Vegas was saying, I couldn't hear properly. With his deep voice, Vegas moaned again. Then he leaned down and placed both hands on the bed, moving his hips even harder and faster than before. Our bodies were full of sweat. My vision began to blur. When my cock twitched again, I let it all out once more.

But this time, with the pills that Vegas made me took and the exhaustion from what we just did, I felt like I could sleep after. Vegas moved in and out a few more times before he could come as well. Vegas laid next to me and the two of us gasped for breath, our chest rising rhythmically.

"You okay?" Vegas pulled me into a tight hug.

"Okay, my ass," I said, my voice still hoarse. Both my legs were trembling uncontrollably.

"Haha... how did your cartoons turn into porn?" said Vegas as he laughed. So I gathered all my strength, rolled out of the bed, and ran into the bathroom. That scum! Fuck! Bitch!

I started washing my body as soon as my consciousness returned. I almost wanted to smash my head against the wall to kill myself. Why did I do that?! Fucking Pete! That son of a bitch must have blinded me. I have done something stupid. I was now in a bad mood. Dammit, Vegas! I had to scrub away the stains of what we did off my body first.

"I'm going to have to wash, too. So if you take too long, I'll come in."

I raised my middle finger towards the bathroom door. Then I hurriedly sped up washing before picking up the towel, wrapped my body with it, and walked out of the door.

"Huh." The naked Vegas looked at me and gave me a sly grin before walking into the bathroom with a cheerful face.

I quickly grabbed my pants and put them on before jumping on the bed to cover myself with a blanket. I'm such a foolish bastard! What did you do?! I cursed at myself madly. What the fuck is Vegas up to?! It's weird. It's just strange that it's shocking!

... ... ...

I cursed at myself until I fell asleep. I didn't even know when Vegas came out of the bathroom because I was too tired and the medicine took effect on me. When I opened my eyes again, I saw him walking in and out of the bedroom to the office holding a pile of papers. Don't you dare look at his face!

And that was it. He walked while typing something on his iPad and headed straight to the room again. Realizing that, I hurriedly laid down and went under the blanket again.

"Pete! Don't pretend to be asleep. It's 8PM. Get up and eat," said Vegas in a normal tone before reaching out to pull the blanket away from me. But I resisted and grabbed the cloth back.

"No! I'm not hungry!"

"Come on. There's still some pork to eat. It's already late at night and you haven't eaten yet," said Vegas as he laughed. What was he laughing at?

"I don't want to eat."

"Pete! One, two..."

"Oh no!" I didn't even know why I got scared all of a sudden. But he left me no choice. I immediately jumped out of the bed. My face frowned at him before I went to sit on the sofa. On the table in front, there were a few Southern dishes lined up from what Vegas bought for me yesterday. More importantly, there were two plates of rice with hot smoke wafting from it. Actually, I was hungry, but I just didn't know how to face him.

"I already prepared it a while ago. You didn't wake up so I ordered Nop to warm it up," Vegas lowered himself and sat down next to me, placing another plate in front of me.

"..." I shoved the rice onto the plate, and I wondered to myself if everything will go okay.

"Which dish is delicious?" Vegas put his arm against the backrest and stared at me. I saw him from the corner of my eyes but I didn't dare to look straight at him.

"..." Don't you dare answer with a curse!

"Pete!" The bastard called my name, but it didn't sound harsh. So I let out a sigh of relief and put some food on my plate.

"Have you not eaten yet?" I asked in a low voice, grabbing the spoon and scooping it into my mouth.

"I was waiting to eat with you."

Why would he even want to eat with me? What did he want? There were fewer side dishes this time. If it ran out, would he buy some more or not? So weird.

"..." I kept thinking to myself, but I didn't dare to open my mouth.

"Quick, which dish is delicious?"

Huh! Which dish is delicious? Every dish is delicious. But it was mine! Would he take it from me? Huh, wait and see! I reached out and placed some yellow curry on his plate and because I was a kind person, I gave him one shrimp, too.

"The color makes it look so spicy." Vegas picked up the rice dish and sniffed it before slowly picking up the spoon and scooped it up. I pretended not to care while I took some rice into my mouth with a mischievous grin.

"Try it," I said without looking at him. I saw him staring at it for a long time.

"Fine." Vegas was about to put it in his mouth and slowly took a small bite. I suddenly narrowed my eyes at him and felt terribly offended.

"Oh, why are you eating like that? Here." I set my own plate of rice back on the table and snatched the plate in his hand and scooped a large mouthful of it, holding out the spoon towards his mouth.

"Damn it." Vegas' lips twitched into a small smile before he opened his mouth.

"There you go..." When he started to chew, the power of the Southern curry paste started working. He choked and immediately grabbed a glass of water to drink.

"..." I put the plate of rice down and turned away to continue eating by myself. You deserve that, asshole! Don't you ever dare mess with us people from the South!

"Damn it, that's spicy." Vegas put down the glass of water and turned to scold me.

"You asked which dish was delicious. And that one is very delicious." I glanced back at him for a moment before continuing to eat my food. So Vegas turned to eat only an omelet instead.

"Fuck! Dang it, it's so spicy. I think I'm going to have a stomachache. This is your fault." Vegas kept muttering.

"..."

"Well, it's still delicious though. It seems that the things from the South are stunning, like the food. Especially the people, hehe." Vegas moved even closer to me that I had to turn around.

"What are you talking about?" I immediately ignored him after frowning at him in annoyance. Vegas turned away and looked back at his own plate, using his spoon to cut his omelet while speaking in gibberish.

"I will never get it done because of you," Vegas kept saying, his voice low and his expression being a little strange. I put the plate of rice down and hurriedly picked up the glass of water and drank. Fuck! Why was he talking like that? I had no idea what he was trying to say!

"I'm probably going to die..." Vegas said sarcastically again.

"Damn, Vegas! What are you even talking about, huh?" I got up from the

sofa immediately. Damn it!

"Argh! Just keep eating."

"What's wrong with you?!" I yelled while walking away. I picked up a towel before disappearing into the bathroom. This time, I swore he wouldn't be there anymore. I didn't know whether I wanted to kill him or not! What was I doing?! He was a demon since birth!

I finished taking a shower. After I finished my dinner, Vegas brought me antihistamine (TN: antihistamine is a medicine for colds) again for me to take after I ate. Later that night, he adjusted the air conditioner, too, which made me feel better. So, I ate and then prepared to sleep deeply. I didn't want to speak to that son of a bitch!

Thankfully, when I laid down, Vegas went to take a shower after. But when I was dozing as if I was asleep, I suddenly felt someone hug me from behind. I didn't have the strength to fight him because I was lazy and exhausted. Why do I know that it was him? Because his unique smell kicked in my senses hard. Just go to sleep, Pete! Go and ignore the irritating thing I was feeling in my heart.

... ... ...

I woke up the next morning. Vegas ordered the same asshole to bring me another meal. My breakfast was a simple porridge. He sat with me on the sofa, and then he got up and went to work, but not in his office. He carried a pile of papers and placed it all on his bed. Wait and watch, I just knew that he would force me to fix the bed later because it got all messed up.

Did a ghost possess him? What was he thinking? Where did the Satan in Vegas go? He perused his laptop, opened some files, and worked in a very good mood. Shit, he's clearly bipolar. Idiot!

I laid spread out on the sofa holding a book near my chest. Today, even if he invites me to watch a damn movie, I won't watch it. I won't be so close to him. I'm going to change the situation so history wouldn't repeat itself. I'm in the defendant's position, and I knew that he'd just cause me suffering. I'll admit that, okay! Being screwed by a guy... I don't want it.

I couldn't make up my mind, but I tried to see it as the truth of the world. Human beings were just born like that. It's just that everyone was a little different. Sigh... It's better to take the time to figure out a way to escape. And also take the time to think about it when he's going to go out.

I fell back and thought about how I had read too many Dharma books. I felt like I could hear the prayer chanting in my ears all the time. And I still felt full of merit. I didn't know how strange it was. I was haunted. So I closed the book of Dharma sermons and put it away to read something else instead.

'Learn your personality from your blood type.'

Let's see if this is legit or not. I had nothing else to do anyway. I couldn't do much being in a room with Vegas. To prevent my brain from being distracted, I kept looking for something to entertain myself.

'You are a very smart person.' That's right! 'Although you're a little lazy, you're always optimistic. You prefer to be a giver rather than a receiver. You get angry easily. You often do not pay attention to the small things. But there are also times when you overthink a lot.' Am I like that? Huh. Well, if I wanted to know if it was right, I'd have to ask other people and analyze my personality.

How should I know? Ask Vegas? To know what he was thinking right now, he might be planning to kill me. To be honest though, I really wanted to know what was on his mind these days, why he's been acting so strange lately. But I was afraid that he wouldn't answer if I asked him directly. Come on! The opportunity for it has arrived. I should use the personality test book. What would it be?

"Vegas." I figured it out, so I called him.

"Hmm, what's up?" said Vegas as his eyes focused on the laptop screen.

"What blood type are you?"

"Me?" No, bastard, I was asking the dog! There is only me and you inside the room. Of course, I was talking about you.

"Yes."

"AB."

"So cool," I murmured softly. When I was young, I used to think that I would like to have some of this blood type because the people who had AB blood were rare. What was he thinking? I couldn't guess so let's look at the blood type.

"Read it aloud to me," Vegas said so I nodded at him before turning the page to read what it said for the AB group.

"You're a mysterious, inquisitive person, often with a complex personality. You can't control your emotions. Hehe, this book is accurate. You tend to dislike some people who are selfish, but you rarely reflect upon yourself. Haha." I couldn't help but laugh. The bastard Vegas' lips twitched into a smile before shaking his head.

"You're obviously lying to me."

"No, it's written over here." I turned the book over and showed it to him. He raised his head for a moment and continued to work.

"So which group do you belong in?"

"O."

"What did it say?"

"That we're good people, handsome, and cool."

"You should throw that book away. It's lying to you," said Vegas with a grin. I immediately frowned.

"Pfft," I said without a sound, and opened the book to continue reading.

'What kind of person are you deep inside?' Hmm... Vegas, what you've been thinking lately, I'll have to find out!

"Vegas." I called his name again.

"What is it?" he asked softly. He didn't turn to look at me and was still working hard. He picked up another document, read it for a while, before typing something in his laptop.

"What if one day you were going camping with your friends in the forest. Suddenly, you turned to see a very beautiful rock, so you stopped to look at it for a while. But when you turned around, all your friends were gone. What do you do? One, walk along the path ahead. Two, go out of the trail to find a stream. Third, find a stone to throw and ask which way to go. Four, shout for help. Which one would you choose?"

"Hmm... I don't like going to the forest," said Vegas calmly.

"It's a hypothetical situation."

"Hmm... I wouldn't stop by to look at the rock in the first place."

"Argh! Let's just say you stopped for it."

"I'd stand still."

"That's not part of the choices."

"Fine! I'll shout for help," said Vegas, not paying the slightest bit of attention.

"Is that really your answer?" I said in a hushed tone.

"Yeah, I'll call for help."

"Okay, number two: you suddenly walk into an abandoned house. What do you do? One, knock on the front door. Two, knock on the back door. Three, climb through the window. Four, just stand in front of the house," I continued to ask him.

"Well, I'm standing there yelling for help, aren't I?" Vegas said with a laugh.

"But you suddenly found an abandoned house."

"I'm just standing there, yelling. How could I see an abandoned house?"

"Let's just say you stood and shouted then turned around. And then it caught your attention from the corner of your sight." I leaned up from the sofa and glanced at him. The bastard raised an eyebrow and turned to look at me.

"What? Why would there be an abandoned house? How did you suddenly come up with that?"

"Well, you didn't see it at first!" I started yelling at him. Shit, he can't even humor me.

"Fine. I'll just stand in front of the house," said Vegas, shaking his head again.

"See, it's that simple," I said in an annoyed tone. Then I turned to read the next item. "But then you decided to go inside the house."

"Huh?!" Vegas turned to me.

"Listen. You decided to go inside the house and went to check the living room. So what do you come across? One, a large mirror. Two, a cute little wolf. Three, a dead body. Four, a skeleton."

"I just said I'd stand in front of the house. How am I going to see anything in there?" Vegas narrowed his eyes at me.

"Because I said so. I thought it'd be better to walk in. Let's just say you went inside the house."

"Again, I didn't go inside." I sighed exasperatedly and glared at him.

"I'm not playing, you bastard!" I closed the book and threw it on the table.

"Fine. I choose the cute, little wolf then."

"No playing!" I said, getting up from the sofa and turning around the room. What do I do next?

"Come here," Vegas beckoned me. I immediately shook my head in response. I won't take it anymore! I frowned at him. Then I laid on the floor and started exercising. Sigh... My life just kept going around in circles! I lay flat on the carpet and started to do sit-ups.

"Pete, do you feel lonely?" Vegas suddenly asked.

"I'm lonely. Will you let me go?" I quickly replied, glancing back at him. The bastard Vegas looked like he was deep in thought.

"No, I want to keep you for myself," Vegas muttered. I didn't hear what he said that well so I let it go. "I won't be here tomorrow."

"Tell me why," I said indifferently. Honestly, yesterday's events still bothered me a little bit.

"I have to spend the night with my dad at the casino and for another day. I'll come back the day after tomorrow." Vegas began to collect the notebooks and papers he had piled on the bed and walked outside to put them away. Ha! It's good that he wouldn't be here so I could figure out a way to escape more freely. So I wouldn't have to sit and be paranoid because of him! I'm tired!

"Wait a minute. Help me pack my bags." Vegas walked back into the room with his guitar placed on the sofa. I let out an exasperated sigh as he commanded me. I had to do what was asked. I had to stop doing sit-ups and get up from the floor before walking straight to the wardrobe.

"What do you need?" I asked impatiently, then I pulled out a luxury brand suitcase from the drawer.

"Anything I can wear when I meet the customers. Two casual clothes. Then a pair of pajamas." Ha! I almost wanted to just put his underwear in, without his pants or anything. But it's not like I was going to actually do that.

I took out one of his shirts, the one which I knew he liked to wear. I knew

that because I was the one who put the used clothes in the laundry basket in the room for the house's maids to wash. When all the clothes are dry, the person who put the clothes in hangers and placed them in the closet was me.

So I knew which one he liked to wear and which one he didn't like. Fuck!

Why do the people in this house don't even mind that I'm here in his room?

"When you go over there, don't fight with your father," I said timidly. I was too lazy to deal with him if he got irritated when he comes back.

"I won't," said Vegas as he grabbed his guitar and slowly tuned it.

"Does he even know that you locked me in here?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Huh, are you crazy? If my dad knew, I wouldn't have kept you," said Vegas, sneering.

"Then why did you keep me?"

"Well, I like you."

"Psycho," I whispered under my breath. You like to torture and play with people. People like you are really fucked up.

"The people who'll be left in the house would be Nop and a few of my subordinates."

"So, what are you going to do next?" I asked in a hushed tone. Vegas got confused.

"What do you mean?" Vegas raised an eyebrow at me.

"About the conflict between the minor and major clans... I don't think Boss Korn is an evil person..."

"Oh, I don't know when they'll make a move. For now, they're still putting smiles on each other's faces. I'm probably going to find the time to play with them. You've been playing with the information until it's almost gone."

I paused and thought that he didn't deserve to say that. I haven't seen the outside world at all, so I didn't know what the major clan was thinking about doing. I was worried about the family, but I believe that the evidence I got was enough. But I didn't know what was going on.

When I look at Vegas, my heart skips a beat. That bastard Vegas, if he wasn't crazy, he was just a problematic person from the trauma he had since childhood. But what he did was so serious that it would be difficult to forgive.

"..."

"But it's fine. I want to know too if my family has nothing left. The major clan took all of them seriously. I'm not that worried about our survival. But I'm worried about Macau. I still don't know what it will be like after this. Surely Kinn probably won't keep me. I played with his lover like that. He'd get revenge on me." Vegas sighed. He stared into space, deep in thought.

"But you still have time to undo all the wrongdoings you did. You can stop messing with Porsche. You can stop thinking of corrupting your own family's company. I think there's still time."

"I haven't messed with Porsche for a long time... and I've been sitting still for a while now. I've just had my dad take care of everything."

"Take care? You mean let Big destroy the evidence like always." I accidentally let that out harshly than I intended. But it was true that was what the minor clan did all the time.

"That bastard Big has disappeared. I think he might have been taken away." I furrowed my eyebrows. If it's what Vegas says, then the major clan were definitely serious this time.

"Already...?"

"He was useless, Pete! And it's up to my father on what to do. My patience is running out and I'm tired. If they want to destroy my family, then let them. I just want Macau alone. Besides, I don't want to beat Kinn anymore. No matter how good I do, no one can see my efforts. Now I'll just wait for the day when my father falls. I want to know if his wife and children are still with him or not," Vegas said. I just stood still.

"You can let go of anything. Different people are different, you don't have to mess with each other. I believe that everything is not evil. There's still time for you to step out, and from there on Boss Korn will love you and Macau. Aren't you his nephew? If something goes wrong, just feel it and adjust. You know that what you're doing is not good," I said to make the situation better, but I didn't know if I said it well. The bastard Vegas stared at me blankly. I got nervous! Fuck! Take it again.

"If I die, pray to me, too. You seem to understand the world so much," said Vegas, his lips twitching into a small smile. Geez! My heart sank.

"Uh... So do you like playing guitar?" I, who was especially afraid of dying lately, pointed daftly at the guitar in his hands and changed the subject. I couldn't stress Vegas out anymore or else he'd transform again.

"Yeah."

"Why do you like playing guitar? Why not drums or bass?" Argh! I just wanted to know about him. Was it okay to change the subject? It was smooth, but maybe it was a bit suspicious.

"Well, a senior of mine from school said I could play guitar to flirt with girls. But I don't like women, so I use it to flirt with guys I like instead."

"Oh... and flirting?" Ahh, I want to slap myself on the mouth. I just wanted to change the subject. The room was quiet just now, the more we talked about stressful things. Argh! It's all gone.

"I'm not sure anymore though. I recently flirted with you but you threw a pillow at me, so I don't know if you're just shy or you hate me," said Vegas with a smile. The exact memory flashed in my head, but I prayed that he wasn't meaning what I thought.

"I hate you, I guess..."

I hurriedly set my sights back on folding the clothes I was putting in the suitcase. Vegas strummed the guitar. His eyes stared at me before opening his mouth and started to sing. As for me, I tried to keep my head down while doing my business, folding the clothes and putting them in the suitcase. He kept playing while looking at me like that, and I was getting a little uncomfortable.

"I keep the moments when it's only the two of us. In my heart, I can never forget it. You're brighter than the blue sky. You've got a golden heart. With pictures of love, I wish I can change our lives to be joyful. When you smile, the world becomes beautiful. I just want to thank you for every good day that I have you..."

I didn't dare to even raise my head to meet his eyes. I knew he still hasn't taken his eyes off me until I started to feel like I wasn't myself.

"Aren't you going to flirt back?" asked Vegas, smiling.

"Which boxer are you going to bring? Between this one or this one." I held up two boxers to show to him. The bastard Vegas just smiled, completely ignoring my question. "I'll just put this one. Oh, I'm done. I'd better go to the bathroom..."

I put the suitcase in front of the closet and stood, looked at my left and right, before walking straight to the bathroom. As soon as I closed the door, I leaned back against the wall and immediately placed my hand against the left part of my chest.

"I'm going to have a heart attack." I cursed and kept glancing at the bathroom door from time to time. What the fuck was Vegas talking about? Not attached to anything. I wasn't stupid, I just didn't want to accept the truth. It's not true, it's not! Argh!

All he sang about just now was clearly meant for me. What are you doing?! Was he joking or telling the truth?! What the heck?! I spent a fair amount of time in the bathroom. I kept gnawing on my nails until some bits were completely cut off. Oh, goddammit! The blood vessels in my brain are going to burst!

I stayed there for a while before opening the bathroom door with a sigh of relief. Vegas went out to the office and stood there, talking to his subordinates with a tensed look. I half-walked half-ran towards the bed and sat down while I tried to figure out what to do next. So I decided to pick up the book and read it. Even though I couldn't read it, at least there was something I could do.

"You ate too little." Later in the afternoon, Vegas had the guy bring me a sandwich which made me a little annoyed. But I couldn't do anything when it was cold. Vegas also came to eat as usual. This time, we had fried food. But I was still also given the same curry rice I liked. I ate three or four mouthfuls before I put down the spoon.

"I don't know but I feel full already. I don't know why though." I drank water as I looked at the plate of rice, confused. Why were all the food I'm eating so satisfying lately? It was like someone making merit to me and I felt weirdly comfortable. Has anyone spread mercy on life to me?!

"That's strange. You usually eat until you're stuffed. Well, if you get hungry later tonight, just tell me."

I nodded. I suddenly felt goosebumps. I didn't know. Vegas! You have to change your mind. Don't fall for me. Don't be serious with someone like me!

Don't.