The Song Of Us.

Danger.

Porchay woke up with the worst headache of his life. He didn't even want to move... Then his argument with Kim had pissed him off, he was mostly angry with himself, because Kim affected him much more than he wanted to admit...

For Porchay, feelings were not something to be ashamed of. And he didn't like being played with, his big brother had already lied all his life to protect him... Porchay didn't want to be a child anymore. His phone vibrated, and Porchay saw a voicemail notification...Kim.

He asked him where he was.

What an asshole.

Although Porchay had no memory of how he got back to the Theerapanyakul, Kim must have been involved. Porchay then blocked his number. He sighed and left to continue his life. Meeting with friends, holding on his guitar.. Not the one Kim gave him, but the one that his Hia bought him.

One morning, Porchay woke up with a caress of Porsche in his hair:

- Chay get up, hurry up.
- Hmm... Hey? ( Chay was confused ).

Porsche quickly took him to Yok, his friend who held the bar, obviously something had gone wrong.

- Take care of yourself, Hia. Promise me.
-  Yes. Porchay is staying with Yok, okay? I'll call you as soon as I can. Love you.

Then Porsche left, with another man... A certain Vegas. When Chay entered the bar, nobody was there, so he called Yok:

- Hum Porchay! Don't worry, you can stay a little alone, can't you? I will come back soon.
- Yes!

Heading towards the back of the bar, Porchay put down his bag and he pulled out his laptop.
In a moment of doubt, he thought he heard the door open, but Porchay shrugged. He was alone and customers were not allowed to enter. After much consideration, Porchay applied a new color to his hair, a shiny black. Then he launched a game of his online game.....

- WOW!!
- YEAHHHH
- DIE!!!!
- Oiiii no no don't go there...

Porchay won his game and he exploded with joy. Video games were really the only thing that could ease his mind. After playing for another hour, Porchay wanted to drink and he got up... To find lots of corpses on the ground:

- SHIT !!!!

Porchay fled through a back door, and unfortunately the young boy fell against some stairs.

- Ouch ouch fuck....

Straightening up, Chay slowly looked at long black legs, then a white t-shirt…and finally a man with long hair, smoking. Kim. Fuck it.
     Kim was looking at him curiously, and he wanted to help him up but Porchay's knees hurt. He squeaked before wanting to go in the opposite direction. Not wanting to meet Kim.

- Chay ! (Kim stopped him and he slammed him against the wall). Don't be stupid.
- Do not touch me ! Porchay growled, avoiding Kim's amused gaze.

But Kim caught him easily and he slung him over his shoulder, to Porchay's disapproving cries. Kimhan threw Porchay into his faovrite yellow car, before telling him coldly:

- Try not to vomit this time.
- Shut up.

Porchay puffed out his cheeks like a child, he noticed Kim driving towards his apartment.

- I want to go home.
- Nope.
- Home.
- Porchay.
- Shut up!

Kimhan sighed, he parked in front of his house and he rubbed his temples before looking at the tired Porchay:

- If you think you can go far with all the gangsters around, you're wrong. You'll end up with a bullet in your stupid little head before you even open your gates.

Chay felt a shiver of dread run through his body. He suppressed his body from shaking and he followed Kim angrily. Kimhan threw a towel at him.

- You can go and have a shower, it's  at the end of the corridor on the left.

Porchay resisted the urge to tell him to shut up again, but he couldn't risk going bald so young… So Porchay went to shower. He was surprised to see that one of his Polaroids hidden in a drawer of the bathroom had disappeared... Kim had therefore found all his stupid and irrelevant photos now. What a waste. Porchay had been so stupid, he wanted to slap himself...

After finishing his quick shower, Porchay left straight away, without glancing at Kim, who was smoking on his balcony. But very quickly, Chay remembered his words; the situation was dangerous...
   Porchay panicked, he returned to the apartment almost running and  while opening the door he fell against Kim's chest which held him back.

- Here. I don't need to pick you up. Great. Get your ass in here.

Porchay blushed and straightened up. Why Porchay had to be so clumsy...
     Kim forced him to sit on his couch and then he started disinfecting his bruised knee. It was all red and even bleeding a little... Chay tried to stay fierce, but it really burned him. Shit. How could a small injury be such a torture?
Silence fell between the two boys, and Kim's hands were gentle on Porchay's knees, so Porchay held back from crying while hiding his feelings. He sank back into the couch once Kim was done, Kim grabbed a guitar before playing quietly, under the intrigued gaze of Chay. That was it ? Porchay couldn't believe it.

- How did you know...? How do you know all the time where I am ? Chay questioned, looking at the floor.

Kim shrugged, and he tapped his guitar before sighing.

- It doesn't matter because you won't believe me. But I'm watching you so that nothing happens to you...
- Why ?

Silence returned, Porchay began to lose patience. However, in a very smooth manner, Kim said :

- Because you matter to me.

Kimhan Theerapanyakul was letting such a little  boy making a mess in his heart and mind. He left the room quickly, meeting Porchay's crestfallen gaze hurting him. They couldn't love each other. Porchay would be in danger, and their love was impossible.
He didn't realize at that exact moment, Porchay let go of all his feelings for him. Because Kim was lying and always leaving.