Chapter 41: Kim Macau

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The bar was dimly lit, filled with the low hum of conversation and occasional laughter. Kim leaned against the counter, swirling his drink lazily as he watched Macau down another shot. The younger man was already tipsy, his cheeks flushed, and his usual bratty energy was now amplified by the alcohol in his system.

Kim sighed. He knew this was a bad idea.

“Macau, that’s enough,” he said, voice firm but not unkind.

Macau, grinning like a troublemaker, ignored him and waved for another drink. “Live a little, old man.”

Before Kim could respond, a girl approached, all smiles and confidence. She leaned on the counter next to Kim. “Hey, handsome. Wanna join me for a drink?”

Macau, who had been zoning out, suddenly snapped to attention. His drunken jealousy kicked in full force.

In the blink of an eye, he climbed onto Kim’s lap, wrapping himself around him like a koala. His arms locked around Kim’s neck, his legs draped over his thighs, clinging onto him as if Kim was his personal tree.

Kim stiffened. “Macau—”

“You’re mine,” Macau declared loudly, glaring at the girl like she just stole his favorite toy. “Go away.”

The girl blinked in shock before awkwardly walking away. Kim, on the other hand, wanted to disappear. People were staring, some snickering, some even pulling out their phones to record the scene.

Kim sighed and adjusted Macau in his arms, preparing to leave before the younger man made more of a scene.

“We’re going home.”

Macau, still latched onto him, nuzzled into Kim’s neck like a spoiled cat. “Good. You’re too pretty. No one else can have you.”

Kim exhaled sharply. This idiot.

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Kim had finally managed to get Macau out of the bar and was carrying him down the street—because Macau outright refused to walk.

“Your dorm is close. We’ll walk,” Kim had said.

Macau, still attached to him, had smirked drunkenly. “Are you carrying me like a princess?”

Kim gritted his teeth. “Shut up.”

They had barely made it two blocks before they were stopped by a pair of patrolling police officers.

“Is everything alright here?” one of them asked, raising a suspicious brow at Kim, who was still carrying Macau like a human backpack.

Kim internally groaned.

Before he could explain, Macau lifted his head dramatically and pointed a shaky finger at Kim.

“Officer!” Macau slurred, his voice overly loud. “I wanna file a complaint!”

The police officer hesitated. “A complaint?”

“Yes!” Macau dramatically flailed in Kim’s hold, nearly making him drop him. “My boyfriend is too hot and too handsome! It’s unfair! Everyone wants him! I—I don’t wanna share!”

Kim closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose. He was going to kill this brat.

The police officers exchanged looks—one of them visibly trying not to laugh.

Macau wasn’t done. “You don’t understand! This man—this gorgeous, breathtaking man—ruined my life! Every time I look at him, my heart goes BOOM!” He made a weak explosion gesture with his hands. “How can I live like this?!”

Kim slapped a hand over Macau’s mouth, his patience hanging by a thread. “He’s drunk. I’m sorry. We’re going home.”

The officer chuckled. “Just make sure he gets to bed safely.”

Kim muttered a stiff, “Yes, sir,” before quickly walking away with Macau still clinging to him.

Macau giggled into Kim’s neck. “They totally think you’re kidnapping me.”

Kim sighed. “I should have left you at the bar.”

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By the time they reached Macau’s dorm, Kim was exhausted.

He dropped Macau onto the bed, earning a dramatic whine. “Be gentle with me, lover.”

Kim rolled his eyes and started pulling off Macau’s jacket and shoes. “You’re impossible.”

Macau hummed lazily. “You love me.”

Kim froze for a second before composing himself. “You won’t even remember this tomorrow.”

Macau grinned sleepily. “But it’s true.”

Kim sighed and pulled the blanket over Macau, tucking him in before heading to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back, Macau was staring at him through half-lidded eyes.

“You’re really staying?” Macau mumbled.

Kim climbed into bed beside him. “Obviously. You can’t be trusted alone.”

Macau shifted closer, curling into Kim’s chest like a cat seeking warmth. “Good.”

Kim hesitated for a second before pressing a soft kiss to Macau’s forehead.

Macau let out a happy hum. “Mine.”

Kim chuckled. “Yeah. Yours.”

Macau fell asleep smiling—and Kim followed soon after, holding him close.

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The Next Morning…

Macau woke up with a splitting headache and a warm body next to him. He blinked at the sight of Kim’s arm around his waist.

Memories flooded in.

His face turned red.

“Oh my god.”

Kim, still half-asleep, tightened his hold. “Go back to sleep.”

Macau covered his face with his hands. “Kill me now.”

Kim smirked against his hair. “Why? You were pretty cute last night.”

Macau groaned. “I hate you.”

Kim only pulled him closer. “Liar.”

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