The Storm Inside Me.

8. Fierce.

Porchay narrowed his gaze, tilting his head slightly to the left, then to the right before judging Kim up and down.

"I don't understand what P'Kim means."

Kimhan shrugged, he crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees, his eyes were a strange shade of blue (he wore colored lenses).

"I'm curious to see how long you think you can play the fierce and spoiled little brat who doesn't need anyone... Just so you won't be surprised, I fired the senior who dared to hurt you. Before the show."

"Wh...what?!" Porchay was surprised, he almost recoiled in his seat, a man had just lost his job because of him. "Are you serious?" "

"Very serious, yes. It's in my power. Why? Did you think I couldn't do it?" Kimhan leaned down, his icy gaze never leaving Chay's face. "I'm ready for anything, Chay. I refused to use my power, before you, but since then, I'll be capable of the worst. Don't test me. I wanted to kill him at first, still wondering if I should really let him alive."

Porchay shivered and he blinked quickly, before leaning back towards Kim, their faces so close....

"P'Kim?"

'' What ?"

"Have you ever been told you look like a predator? Your gaze.... Your gaze is so possessive right now, where did the cool and chill P'Kim go?"

A cold smile tugged at Kimhan's lips, he ran his thumb over the younger boy's lower lip, gazing at him with an unsettling intensity.

"If you know that, let P' take care of you and stop being stubborn."

Porchay pretended not to understand, he did his favourite thing: he loved hyponizing people with his doe look, when he opened his eyes wide, blinking very slowly, his head tilted slightly.

"P'Kim, aren't you hungry? Do you want me to cook you some food?"

Kimhan frowned, he remembered the time he had rejected Porchay's feelings and the latter seemed to want to have him pay back by doing so. Kim sat up slowly, not taking his eyes off his provocative nasty young boy:

''Very well. If you refuse, you can continue to be an outcast to everyone here."

"I hate you" Chay hissed. "You want to protect me but if I refuse you, you use the whole earth against me? What kind of love is that? No. It's not love... It's just an obsession. P'Kim. You're as mad as your dad."

Porchay stood up with force, the chair fell. He was going to rush straight for the door but Kim grabbed his wrist and he threw the young boy against the large mirror, it broke into several pieces and Chay screamed. He tried to protect his face with his hands and closed his eyes in fear. He expected to receive a blow, but slowly he discovered Kim's face right in front of his, so close that their breaths intertwined.

"You are wrong. I am worse than him."

Kimhan grabbed Chay's neck with his right hand and he squeezed so hard that Porchay panicked, he grabbed Kim's collar angrily. Surprised, the singer loosened his grip on the young boy a little and Porchay glared at him, he refused to cough despite his throat on fire.

"You are a dangerous man."

"YOU are the one telling me that?" Porchay shot back, touching his neck delicately, wanting to pull Kim's hand away.

For a moment Kim's cold expression changed, something changed... The man nodded slowly, then he approached Chay's neck.

"P'Kim...What are you...doing?"

Panicked, Chay froze, he felt Kim's lips land on his neck and the man bit the thin skin. He left a small purple mark on it and despite himself, Chay squeaked like a dog toy. Soon, the young boy bit his lip, refusing to appreciate the soft lips devouring his neck.

Kimhan licked the young boy one last time before raising his head slowly, looking less angry and more in control of himself.

"Whether you like it or not, being by my side... This is what you risk Chay."

This time his tone was neutral, not mocking or mean, he was just telling the truth. Kim turned Porchay to the mirror and he forced the young man to lean forward.

"See. You can say what you want, your body is more honest."

Porchay's face was flushed, his breathing a disaster, his hair was messy and even his white shirt was unbuttoned.

Chay looked away from the broken reflection, he hid his face in Kimhan's long hair and started crying despite his will, his knees trembled and he collapsed to the ground, in Kimhan's warm embrace. He was a crying mess.

Fuck.

Porchay turned against Kim's body, he slid his arms along the singer's neck, his shoulders jerking from his endless sobs.

It was pathetic. Porchay hated Kimhan, but more importantly he hated himself, because Kimhan Theerapanyakul was a man who lied and manipulated, but above all he was a man capable of anything for him...

"Hush....It's alright..."

Kim's voice rang out with an almost honeyed sweetness and Chay relaxed, he didn't even dare to hold his face to Kim's neck anymore. The man consoled him as one consoles a child who has just been hurt.

His head hurt him, he felt an unpleasant heat rise in him. Kimhan gave him a light kiss on the forehead before resuming a stern voice:

"Porchay, calm down and stop crying, you are going to have a fever!"

Porchay sighed, he coughed a little, his throat hurt too. He straightened his back, but his face was staring at the floor. Then he burst into an almost hysterical laugh before grumbling:

"P'Kim. If you're so worried you can just say so, no need to be so bossy...Or should I call you Pa?"

Kim's body tensed and he frowned before helping the young boy up, he pulled him back against him and forced the young boy's head back against his neck:

"Your mood swings remind me a little too much of Porsche."

Chay sniffled, he tried to wipe his face with his hands but Kim did it with the sleeves of his black turtleneck.

"P'Kim, that's dirty." the young boy grumbled immediately, puffing out his cheeks.

"How can tears be dirty? Idiot. It's only water. Now sit down..."

Porchay gave him an angry look and Kim collected himself, clearing his throat.

"Please sit down, I'll get you some water. If you finally accept my help."

" Thanks." Chay merely replied, obeying with relief, his head spinning. " And......Ok."

Kimhan looked deeply into Chay's eyes and slowly smiley, with honesty. Porchay's ok was enough. He was ready to be taken care of by Kim... And Kimhan was willing to do so.