The Song Of Us.

Be Patient.

Porchay asked one of his men, who in reality was a Korn spy, to take him to the Theerapanyakul's hotel. He pretended that he had something to give to Tankhun, a music playlist for a future party. Luckily he crossed the path of Khun's bodyguards, Arm and Pol. They were always together. Were they a couple or something like that ? Chay didn't really have time to ask... but still he wondered.

- Arm, Pol! I have something for Khun No.
- Heh? Pol looked surprised but Arm who was always more perceptive held out his hand.

Porchay gave them the sheet music with Kimhan's secret code. Then staring at Arm, Porchay said softly:

- Kim wrote this song for P'Kinn. Could you give this to your master? It's important I think.
- Oh, for the big party tomorrow night? Pol asked.

Porchay had no idea what the guard was talking about and he nodded with a small smile before heading back to his car.
Of course Porchay didn't drive but he had a driver sent by Korn, how nice of that old snake... This guy was an asshole but Porchay intended to use the old man until the end. Chay asked to go back to the apartment but Phupha, the oldest guard and most loyal to Korn said with a cold voice :

- Khun Korn would like to let you sleep in one of his rooms. If you don't mind.
- I do. You can tell your boss that unless there's P'Kim in his room, I'm not interested. Take me back to the apartment. NOW.
- Yes, Mr. Porchay. We will told our Boss about your decision.
- Yeah yeah...

This time, Chay found Kimhan in his office, he seemed almost drunk, he had an empty bottle of alcohol next to him and Porchay frowned before knocking on the door:

- What is this childish behavior , P?
- I guess I'm drowning my sorrows knowing that you're up to something behind my back. Kimhan said breathlessly.
- It's for your own good. It smells bad, by the way.
- I never asked you to change for me. No, actually, I don't. I don't want you to change, because you are perfect just the way you are. But stop trying to dominate me, it tends to annoy me. Being the bad guy doesn't suit you.

Kim stood up slowly and his bright eyes staring at Chay, when Kimhan approached him, he didn't step back this time and on the contrary he took a step forward. As if he was challenging the young mafia's heir.

- You smell like alcohol, you drunkard. Go take a shower.
- What are you doing, can't you tell P'? Kimhan spoke in a low voice, it was almost inaudible. Do you know how much I am hurting right now ? I am so worried...
- I'm sorry to hurt you....P'Kim.

Kimhan hugged tightly Porchay and with a quick gesture he slammed the door to his office, locking the couple inside. Porchay immediately panicked, Kimhan's handle was digital, only Kimhan knew the code in order to open or close the room... Fuck.

- P'KIM! What are you doing ?!
- I'm locking us together. Sorry, but I want to know what's going on. Tell me. Or let's die together here.

Porchay fidgeted and pushed Kimhan away before trying to open the door when it was useless. He was stuck with a very angry Kimhan.

- P'Kim are you trying to sabotage my efforts to save your ass?! Can't you fucking be patient for a few days ?

Kimhan calmly walked to his desk before grabbing his empty bottle and smashing it against the desk, squirting blood from his hand.

- P'KIM! Kim! STOP!!!

Porchay threw himself on Kimhan to stop this idiot. He couldn't see his face, hidden by his long hair, but Kimhan was laughing, a cold, menacing laugh. As if he was going mad.... Kimhan always had control but now he was being play with, and he didn't liked it at all. He was feeling like a fool.

- You really thought you didn't deserve to be with me? Porchay. I'm the monster in this story. You are all I have.... Chay... You don't have to change for me. Stay with me and I will take care of everything, I swear. I will kill Pa. I will kill every person that you want.

Porchay hugged the crying man, his heart was tearing to pieces, but it was beating for Kimhan Theerapanyakul. Gently, Porchay removed the pieces of glass from Kim's hand and he kissed him, despite the blood. Kimhan felt a shiver run through his whole body and he met Porchay's soft, worried gaze before slamming him to the ground.
   He put his undamaged hand under Porchay's head to prevent him from bumping into himself and kissed him with all his might. Porchay could feel the alcohol on the tip of his lips and he felt his body tremble with excitement. Kim's hands tore at his clothes. Finally, Porchay responded to Kimhan's kisses, their bodies kept touching and rubbing. Kimhan lifted Chay, the ground was covered with pieces of glass, it was dangerous. He put the young man on the desk and he spreads his thighs before going down with his mouth.

- AHHHH! P'Kim no you don't have to... ah.. P ! It's dirty....oh...

Too late, Kimhan was already taking care of Chay's little brother... Porchay let himself go after a while despite feeling embarrassed and his cheeks were as red as a tomato.
Kimhan had stamina, he kept attacking Chay all night long, for almost four rounds. In the end, Porchay almost fainted on Kim's desk, he wanted the young man to fall asleep before leaving...

Despite what Kim thought, Porchay knew the door code very well: it was the date of the day Porchay first attended Wik's concert. Chay couldn't just leave Kimhan last night, so that was a good excuse to stay...
When he woke up, Kimhan was alone in the office. The mess that Kimhan had made was cleaned, and his hand was neat, he had small superficial cuts. Porchay had taken care to leave him a note on one of his pillows: be patient.