The Storm Inside Me.

1. Hostage.

After receiving this video, Porchay was lost, his heart did not know what to do. He wrote a letter, for his brother Porsche, explaining that he needed time away from everything, his hia, his mother, this Theerapanyakul family.... He packed his bag, he intended to go to his best friend, Tin.

It was midnight and the young boy was walking calmly, he was a little cold, but it didn't matter. He had his guitar on his back, and a bag in his hand. Porchay walked slowly, as if time had stopped, everything was dark.

" Woof ! "

A large dog barked at him, but Porchay only raised a curious eyebrow before leaning towards the gate.

" You protect your garden, huh? Good boy... Oh! " (Porchay's eyes fell on the dog medal). " Be a nice doggie, Bambam."

Then Porchay resumed his journey, he had to go to a neighborhood on the opposite side of the city, he had walked for so many hours... It was only after a long hour that Chay noticed something strange. A black car. The car kept following him, sometimes cutting him off, especially when he almost crossed when the light was red.

" Fuck you ! '' growled Chay.

His brother was probably not back from his party, organized by Kinn. Then anyway, Chay will probably already be at his friend's house before Porsche even realizes that his little brother is gone.

Feeling more tired than he thought, Porchay almost tripped on a sidewalk. He decided to go to a small park ( so that the black car would also stop following him ), and sat down on a bench: his guitar was heavier than he thought.

.................................................. .........

Porchay opened his eyes hours later, in a clean bed. He frowned, yet he was sure that he was in the street... Well he wasn't in his room. He looked around in confusion: it was like a basic bedroom and there was a little bathroom, but there was only one huge window, all glass. There was no door, but a huge gate, closed with an enormous padlock. Porchay shuddered and moved. << Click click >>.

Chain sounds.

Porchay's right foot was chained to the wall.

" What the fuck ?! "

" You're awake ? "

Porchay blinked several times, before noticing someone sitting, legs apart on a sofa, in the dark of the room.

" P'Kim? But.... what's going on? "

Kimhan glared darkly at Porchay, before setting his glass of brown liquid down on his table. He had on a sleeveless white top and black pants. But something escaped Porchay, the strange smell of .. iron?

" P'Kim? May I know what's going on? "

" Chay. " (Kimhan's cold voice made Porchay jump up and look at the man again). " If you refuse to come back, I will make you stay by my side."

Porchay looked in amazement at his ankle, then back at the singer. He couldn't be serious?! He still had his big brother who was going to go crazy looking for his little brother... But Kim was serious. Deadly serious. The man got up, and he opened the gate before going out. Porchay found himself locked in this room and Kimhan no longer comes to see him...

The first week was long. The second a torture, until Porchay finds a tiny laptop: old and obviously not connected to the internet.

" Hooray! Finally something to keep me busy! "

That's how Porchay started writing, he was inspired by many elements of his life, his first love, what he would have liked, he included stories of love triangles, he had read so many on WIK that Porchay wanted to try. The young man wrote every day, he invented a life for himself, with friends, a loving husband and even a dog. It was far from the reality. But it was still better than rotting here, in a big cage, enduring the wrath of a mafia heir.

He heard someone coming, and Porchay knew : HE was here.

"How long has it been, Kim?" Chay asked, while looking at his chains.

"Why caring about such a thing, angel? Times doesn't matter here." Kimhan's voice was cold.

Yeah... It's was like this between them, since the bloody day. The day where Porchay lost himself, wandering in the dark night. Being found by his ex-lover, a mafia heir, more dangerous than ever.

Porchay sighed, he put the little laptop next to him in the bed, if Kimhan was his boyfriend, he would have greatly agreed to stay locked up at home, play the guitar and sing... but he was only a prisoner here. Held hostage by a scary man who seems obsessed by Chay, the same exact man that Porchay had fall in love with... It was fucked up.

"Are you done messing around with that old thing?" Kim pointed at the laptop with his chin.

"Are you going to take it back?" Chay hissed angrily, his imagination was the only thing that could keep him somewhat sane.

"You can keep it."

Kimhan went back into the room, he still took care to close the padlock. Porchay pursed his lips, Kim went to sit on his sofa, away from the bed.

'' How are you ? ''

"Where is my brother? '' Chay replied dryly. "Hia must be looking for me, I'm sure of it. I want to see him. "

Kim's cold gaze made Chay shiver, and the man ran a hand through his locks. He was pretty annoyed by something, and Chay being a brat towards him didn't help his mood.

"Porsche is in much bigger trouble."

"What? Why? What's happening to him?" Porchay cried immediately worried, he noticed Kim's annoyed face and shut up.

"Your brother is giving Pa trouble. He's the one who asked me to watch you...Well, my brother did actually. Kinn told him I was the best option."

"Are you kidding me?" Porchay was gassed, he sat up angrily but he couldn't reach the sofa. "My big brother asked you to watch over me and you locked me in here?"

Kim's face closed up, he no longer had the warm and kind aura of idol Wik, he looked like a bad person, not actually, Kimhan looked like who he really was: the son of the biggest mafia in Thailand.

Porchay's gaze fell on an object Kim was playing with in his hands... Was it like... a necklace? But the object was small... He didn't understand. Kimhan stood up and threw the object at the feet of Chay who stepped back suspiciously before opening his eyes wide:

"How did you get that?! ''

"Killing a dog, a human, or even a ghost. It's incredibly easy, Chay. I'll do it again for anyone who comes near you, so you better take this warning seriously."

Porchay wanted to vomit, the collar before had dark spot : blood turned black in the open air, and he recognized a medal... It has the name Bambam written on it. Wait a fucking minute... Did he really..?

"But you're.... Did you fucking kill a dog just because I ... Oh my god, shiaaa..."

Kimhan smirked, he calmly sat down on the bed before forcing the terrified young man to look him straight in the eye:

"The next will be my dear cousin. You know the one you dare to put as a rival in your stupid writing..."

Porchay felt the tears welling up, he angrily pushed Kim's hand away.

" HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT ?! HOW COULD YOU ...."

Kimhan rolled his eyes before getting up, he had a gun in his belt and immediately Porchay stepped back and looked down.

"There's an account linked to this laptop and it's mine, I was getting notifications every time you wrote. I told you, Porchay, I'm your guardian."