The Storm Inside Me.

7. Burning.

Porchay had never felt the urge to slap someone so much in his life. It was so fucking unfair! He haven't done anything to deserve such a treatment. Why people hated him ?

He had an already complicated schedule, he was running around after the staff, he had to clean all the rooms, disinfect the instruments... He had to replace the broken strings of the guitars, play complex melodies, obey everyone, not complaining, acting like a good boy, smiling to fans.. He was tired.

"Did you hear what Wik said? You're really rude, you brat. Don't you think to high of yourself, kiddo."

The old asshole threw his coffee cup on the ground, Porchay had to pick it up, since when had he decided to became Cinderella? For a moment, the young boy's gaze fell on the stage: there was a host who was exchanging jokes with his audience.

Porchay closed his eyes, he listened to Wik's laughter, it sounded so out of tune, so fake, it was almost irritating to the younger one, he knew Kimhan better, he knew that in truth he was a cruel and heartless man.

'' Everything is fine ? ''

A young woman called for him, she was a professional make-up artist who took care of the artists.

Porchay's hand had a bright red color, and it was starting to hurt more and more, the woman noticed the young boy's grimace and she gave him a tender smile:

"My poor kitten, I don't know how you did it, but if you want, you can go home, I'll cover you..."

Porchay smiled at the woman, the only person who was compassionate, he almost wanted to cry with gratitude. He nodded slowly, but a voice behind him said nonchalantly:

" It's all right, Lady Praew, don't worry about that young boy. He will learn from his mistakes. " A hand grasped Chay's waist and the boy froze.

Kimhan had just finished his turn on stage, to be honest, even during his interview, his gaze had not left the backstage. He was watching over Chay.

'' Oh oh, hello Mr. Wik. What a pleasure to see you, you're even more beautiful in person!" The woman put her hands on her cheeks with a smile making her look so much younger. "I'll leave him to your care, Khun Wik. Oh my, it's almost time to do Khun Tharn's hair! "

The young woman left almost while dancing in the direction of a new music band. Kimhan grabbed Porchay's hand without any delicacy and he started to scold him :

"Don't you know you need your hands to play the guitar? Can't you be careful? "

"That's not your problem." hissed Chay as he withdrew his hand, he faced Kim's angry look with confidence.

Kimhan raised an eyebrow, he had a defiant glint in his eye, as if Porchay was a wild creature that needed to be tamed. He grabbed Chay's wrist and he fell to his knees with a shriek, drawing everyone's attention.

"Oh, is everything all right? I am so sorry, my boy... '' Kim took a worried fake-voice to maintain his perfect idol image. ''My poor assistant, so young and clumsy. Why don't you come to my dressing room, we'll have a chat."

Chay shuddered, he gritted his teeth and straightened up before obediently following Kim. He still preferred it when Kimhan yelled at him. He didn't like when Kim acted so calm, it was always nothing good...

He found the character of Wik detestable, but slowly Chay realized that he hated Kimhan almost as much as he loved him. He didn't know why he agreed to be treated like this, but maybe he only accepted to have become Kim's minion to punish himself for his thoughtless act with drugs.

"You should audition for a film, you'll be a great actor." Porchay growled with a proud look, he ignored Kim and went straight to sit on a chair, in front of a large mirror.

''I would think about it."

Kimhan closed his door, he hoped that the staff here were a little more respectful: he didn't like to be disturbed. He slowly turned to Chay, before pulling a cigarette out of his jacket, he rarely smoked, only when he was genuinely stressed or nervous.

"Yell at me and let me go, I still have work to do." Porchay stroked his aching hand and he wanted to get up.

Kimhan crossed the small room and he prevented Chay from getting up by pressing on his shoulder, forcing the young boy to remain seated.

"Don't move your ass from there. That's an order, and shut up too."

Annoyed, Chay bit his tongue before looking at his black and white converse, he really wanted to leave this damn job and join Porsche, but the latter worked with Vegas and Kinn and he was on edge every day because of the arguments of the cousins .

The Kim and Chay couple was no better, they didn't talk anymore, Kim gave orders and if Porchay answered, an argument broke out... Even Tankhun declared himself in severe depression and stayed in the hospital to seduce...in order to relax. (according to Tankhun).

"Put this on your hand."

Kim threw a cream on Chay's knees and the latter remained amazed... Was the great Wik finally taking care of his employees? He looked up at Kim, but the latter ignored Chay, he simply put his necklace ( it was a choker ), too tight for his taste, on the desk.

"Thanks" Chay grumbled, despite being sulky.

He had foolishly hoped that he would have been Kim's little one, his cute Nong that nobody was allowed to make fun of... and that it could bring them closer, it was such a good excuse especially after their arguments at the bar. But Kim was colder than ever, making it hard for Chay.

"You need your hands." Kim landed in front of Chay.

The young boy shrugged, he felt Kim place a finger under his chin and he forced him to look at him:

"I guess you want to give up... The others treat you like shit and you even just got your hand burned by some asshole."

Chay frowned, but Kimhan's tone of voice was scary. Porchay preferred to purse his lips and lower his gaze.

"Then...Why are you yelling at me when you know it's not my fault...P'Kim?"

"Because I want you to come to me."