The Storm Inside Me.

12. My mother.

"It's wet," Chay grumbled.

"Stop moving, it has to penetrate slowly..."

"P'Kim, do we have to do this?"

"Of course, stop complaining, it will be better afterwards."

Porchay grumbled again, he lay motionless in Kim's bed.

He didn't like the feeling against his skin, it was uncomfortable and sticky. Kimhan was relaxing and he sighed with relief:

" You have to maintain your skin in a good condition, these are good products offered by our sponsors, take advantage of it, use it for your skin."

Porchay didn't take particular care of his face, or even his style of dress, but Kimhan was very strict about his appearance. Especially because of her idol status.

He had also forced Chay to wear some nails polish, white and blue. Often they had to wear makeup for concerts and photoshoots so little by little Porchay became interested in fashion. It's wasn't bad and he could even look really handsome too. Not as much as P'WIK.

"This leather jacket..." said the young boy pointing to the piece of clothes, "is it special, P'Kim ?"

Kimhan slowly turned his gaze to the jacket, it was slightly too big for him, and looked quite feminine.

" Why ?"

"You never wore it." Chay pointed out, pursing his lips.

Kimhan's gaze changed, he looked more melancholy for a moment, almost sad.

Porchay immediately felt guilty and he removed the moisturizing mask from his face, mumbling an apology. But Kim shrugged before looking at the jacket again:

"There's a reason our family members are so attached to the people they love... If Kinn is so attached to Porsche in an almost suffocating way. It's the same reason why Tankhun is so observant and protective of his friends.... We lost our mother when we were young. I hardly remember her. But we fear it, fear to lose something like this again."

Porchay nervously played with his fingers, he didn't know how to comfort people, he himself had lost his father and his mother was not really herself... He didn't know how to react, so he just passed his fingers ends in Kim's long hair, encouraging him to keep talking.

"It's...difficult, for my brothers. We find it hard to love. My father didn't love my mother and when she died, he simply decreed that we should find a strong partner worthy of our status... He taught us that love was a weakness and in my world, weakness means death. We couldn't date anyone without knowing that maybe one day, that person could die."

Porchay shivered, he didn't like when the singer talked about this kind of subject, he hated this illegal and cold mafia universe. Kimhan in turn removed the cream treatment from his face, and he turned to Chay before starting to stroke his cheek slowly.

"Did my brother told you how my mother died?"

"No.." Porchay shook his head negatively, frowning.

"She wanted to leave. Mother had packed our suitcases, she could no longer bear to live in danger, and she intended to leave my father, taking her children with her... But my father did not want to, a dispute broke out between them and my father killed her. He was able to kill his own wife, the mother of his children... Later, he told us that our mother was crazy and that she was planning to kidnap us. But I know that my father hides things. He lied, Tamkhun told us, because he knew the truth. Pa never liked weak people, and my mother was a burden to him..."

Porchay frowned, he looked lost. He had never thought that Kimhan would ever reveal his feelings. He suddenly looked so much younger, and Chay slid his finger along Kim's perfect face. The man took a deep breath, he looked at Porchay intently:

"Kinn will sacrifice his own life for your big brother.."

" I know."

"We love in the wrong way, we know that. But we do love. Not like my father. I hope..."

Chay slipped his hand, he squeezed Kim's, his hand was thin and cold.

"Mom isn't really.... She's weird, it's like she's not there."

"That's probably the effect my dad has on people, Chay. He's a great man. A smart, manipulative man, capable of the worst. He has influence and power. He'll use his family as his shield, Kinn is just his puppet, and he wants to use me too."

Porchay sat up, suddenly worried him:

'' What ? What do you mean P'Kim?"

"Lay down" Kimhan rolled his eyes. "He offered me something...But...I don't know. I'm not sure I want to confront my brother."

Porchay felt his eyes widen and the young boy framed Kim's face, looking serious.

"P'Kim you must not become like him, no, you are not him. You are a good person, you are capable of becoming such a great artist, you must not let it ruin your future!"

Kimhan smiled, he grabbed Porchay's chin with a smirk.

"Are you more worried about me than yourself? Even though you're in the bed of the most dangerous young heir of the Thai mafia?"

Porchay frowned, he approached his face abruptly, a defiant gaze:

"P'Kim, you won't hurt me."

Kimhan raised an eyebrow and brushed Chay's lips.

"How can you be so sure, my angel ? "

Porchay shrugged insolently, he still had his defiant little smile.

"Because, P'Kim, I'm the one in control, right ? To be honest, I figure it out since a few days now... You can play the tyrannical boss and mafia head if you want, but you can't refuse me. You can be harsh and punish me all you want but you are intoxicated by my self. Don't lie and don't try to deny it. "

Porchay stopped Kimhan talking by covering his mouth.

"You can't get away from me. You can try to ignore me, but the truth is you are very into me. Your eyes keep following me everywhere, you even fired that guy who burned my hand... You killed those men at the bar. Do you really think you are in control of yourself? Oiii, P'Kim. You're completely under my spell, aren't you? ''

Porchay slid astride Kim, leaning against him with a big innocent smile. The singer returned the smile to Chay and in a movement of pelvis, he jostled rather hard the little demon above him. Chay's lips fell directly on Kim's, and Kim laughed with a shiver of pleasure, he was finally kissed.