The Song Of Us.

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Kimhan was back in Thailand after many months of absence, his business in Italy was over, finally. His manager had begged him to come back and sing at a big homecoming concert at the university, and he had accepted, perhaps in the hope of seeing a familiar face.
He set up his guitars on stage, and his favourite microphone, a blue one with gold trim, was set up. Everyone were cheering for Wik.

- Is everything OK?
- Yeah. Let's rock it.

Kim began to sing to warm up his voice, his new album was made up of particularly sad songs, all of Wik's fans could feel that the singer was suffering.
Porchay never have left his heart a single second, he loved him more than he loved himself, but he felt ashamed of himself. He could not keep Chay in danger, and worse he could not bear to hurt him anymore...

      As the concert was about to begin, Kimhan scanned every face of the new students present...Unconsciously his heart sought out for a young boy with big round doe eyes. There was a small crowd of about twenty people and Kim, contrary to his usual custom, agreed to offer autographs to everyone present. Maybe Chay would come... but no. Porchay was nowhere to be seen.

Having given up hope, he began to withdraw more and more into his cold self and as he closed the bag containing his precious guitar, he heard someone clearing his throat behind him:

- Eh , yo ,What's up ? My dear cousin.
- Macau (Kim didn't even turn around to greet the annoying boy, he couldn't explain it very well, but Kim didn't like him, especially since he was close to Chay).

The latter had the same mischievous look as Vegas, his big brother. He was tall, with a stupid look on his face and he looked like a total jerk 95 percent of the time. Macau rolled his eyes at Kim's cold demeanor, walked around to face him, and leaned toward him with a smirk on his face:

- I'm fine, thanks for asking, and you?
- I didn't ask you anything,Kim spat, still not looking at his cousin, he was gonna punch him if he keep getting on his way.
- I have thing to ask, actually. Can we know why you came back suddenly but not Porchay? Isn't he with you? Where is my friend, you fucking dickhead?!

Kimhan stopped moving, his precious guitar fell to the ground and he looked into Macau's annoyed gaze. The boy was waiting for an answer with his arms crossed, damn he really looked like Vegas now. Slowly, Kim asked him with a neutral voice :

- What do you mean?
- Are you for real, right now? Porchay said that...
- Porchay said what? Kim was losing his patience and grabbed his cousin's collar and slammed him against a wall in front of the terrified college students.
- OOOOHHH easy. Calm down, you crazy dog! Porchay said you had a fight, but the next day he disappeared and said you guys were fine... That he just had to meet you for a while in a secret house. You weren't together during all this time? Seriously, what happened? Why was my...  don't give me that look... Why was Porchay looking so bad and sick ? Did you have a really bad fight? Chay didn't say anything! OIII. So frustrating. I hate you guys.

Kimhan let go of his cousin, he frowned, his head hurt.... Porchay had lied, and he had hidden the truth. At least the lie that Kim had told him- in order to protect his love. He saw his cousin put his shirt back on peacefully, as if nothing had happened, and he gave Kim an annoyed look:

- You know, you shouldn't be hanging around here too much. Because Porsche is convinced that you've hurt Porchay and that you're keeping him somewhere. Nobody can reach him anymore, he's disappeared... So I thought he'd be with you, that's all.

Kimhan was lost, he picked up his guitar again before walking back to his car with a determined step, but as he was about to take the wheel, his phone rang: Korn was calling him, surely he was upset about the Italians.

- Hello. Pa.
- Kim. I've heard about your exploits, you amaze me. Going all the way to Italy to kill a whole family? Were you out of your mind ? Do you know what you have done ?!
- Pa. I told you I wasn't interested, you'd keep insisting on it. You didn't think that I'd let you go behind my back? An arranged marriage , come on, we are in 2022,father .... I destroyed my relationship to sabotage your plans,but I'm losing my patience with you. I tried, but I guess we really are a lot alike. But only one is enough. Pa, you have to retire from this family. Because I swear, you're gonna be the next to die if I don't get back what's mine.
- Hmm....What a waste, sighed his father. I guess you'll never get our sweet Porchay out of your head, will you? But Pa will take care of you, son, believe me. I know what's good for you, Porchay deserves better than this too... He's in so much pain, poor thing. Pa will help him forget about you, and once everything is over, Kimhan Theerapanyakul will get married for the sake of his family.

Kimhan's voice tightened and he gripped his steering wheel tightly before roaring:

- Porchay is with you??!!!
- Not really of his own will, as you can imagine. But, Kim, don't worry, we take care of him, for the moment. I thought you were smarter than that, maybe once that boy is dead, you'll come to your senses and marry a girl from another  good family. Time will have his way... Forget about it.

Kimhan's heart dropped to the floor, he felt an intense urge to vomit and his head hurt. He almost had an accident with another car because without realizing it, Kim was driving at full speed through the city. He was heading for the hospital where his father was supposed to be resting, but of course the old fox hadn't been there for a long time.
Kimhan had no choice but to contact the only people who could help him, his brothers but also that bastard Vegas.
Kinn was the only one to answer the phone, he asked Kim to come only once Porsche was asleep. So he waited, looking through his family's bank records to see where his father had gone. He noticed some large but unusual sums of money, and while searching for something that could match such a fee, Kim came across some plane tickets... Shit. Porchay was overseas.