The Storm Inside Me.

13. Kimhan,Kim,Wik.

That night, Kimhan slept poorly. He had unpleasant flashes of his mother. He saw her body on the ground, riddled with bullets, blood splattered all over the walls.

Tankhun screamed so loudly that the walls shook and Kinn pulled their father aside to talk.

Kim still remembered the smell of blood, a mixture of iron and pain.

He hadn't even had time to realize what was happening: but he had felt relief the moment the screams stopped. Kimhan was a child sensitive to sounds, and his father had yelled at his mother for three long hours...Before the shot, then there was a long silence... They were all in the living room, with a dead body on the ground.

"Chan." Korn barked. "Get rid of this woman, will you? Take the boys to bed too, and bring the maids."

" Yes sir."

Chan walked past Kim, his arms bloody, looking somewhat bewildered, he didn't expect to see an act of such violence, even though he knew his boss was severe. Korn Theerapanyakul never married that woman because he loved her, but because he needed an heir. There was no chance for her to leave with her boys... Not alive.

Kim had returned to his room obediently, but his ears were ringing and it was unpleasant, because now Kinn and Korn were arguing in a room next to the little boy's room. Tankhun's madness had managed to ease the tension. The poor teenager went mad at this very moment, and his kidnapping only made it worse.

His brothers had forgotten part of that night, it was normal, the brain worked like this: it made traumatic events disappear to protect its host. But Kimhan had not forgotten, he had been annoyed by the noise and this annoyance had pushed him to remember the smallest details.

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Thunder rumbled in the sky, Kim finished his cigarette, and sank back into his seat. He was tired but the storm brought back bad memories. The night his mother died, it was also during a terrible storm.
It must have been one o'clock in the morning, when he felt two arms slide along his neck, and a cool cheek clung to his:

"P'Kim, you can't sleep?"

" No."

"...I'm sorry, if it's my fault I can go sleep in another room..."

Kim smiled, his gaze ahead of him, on the lit buildings of the city. He stroked Chay's hand gently before turning his face to the young boy and pressing his nose to his cheek, sniffing.

"You don't bother me. I am sorry if I woke you up. I didn't mean too ..."

"You should go back to bed then, it's cold outside..."

Kimhan laughed before looking at the young boy's sulky little face. He noticed that Porchay looked very tired.

"Let's go, angel."

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" Hi young man ! ''

The woman who worked as the makeup professional had decided to be nice to the young boy and she was stopping everyone from bothering him.

"Hello, P'Praew!" Chay clasped his hands respectfully in front of his chin.

"Is your hand healed now?"

"Yes.... Do you have a lot of work today?"

The woman shrugged before giving Chay a suspicious look.

" My job has become mainly to spy on you hahah...."

"Hah?"

" Just kidding, just kidding.... But Khun Wik loves you much more than just an employee if you ask me, he asked me to always watch over you. Keep that to yourself, he didn't want me to talk about it with you.''

The woman gave him a teasing wink before grabbing her bag. She left in the direction of the large illuminated mirrors, obediently awaiting the arrival of the artists.

Porchay took a deep breath, he had to go on stage today to perform with Kim. And the latter was trying to be more patient.

"Hello everyone and welcome to our special RockAndRoll event!!! Don't forget that today you have 50% off any purchase made online, and of course, if you are lucky enough to be our 100 customers, you'll get a polaroid of our artist of the day: P'WIIIIKKK." the host exclaimed, in a cheerful voice.

"Hello, hello everyone!" Wik greeted politely, he walked over to his chair, and Porchay trotted behind him, like a shy child.

The young guitarist ignored the jokes of the host and Wik, he started to install the equipment but suddenly, a question caught his attention :

"Tell me P'Wik, you have such pretty fans in front of you, what's your type?"

Porchay looked up at the huge screen and noticed Kim's embarrassed smile, but Kim had to stay professional so he pointed at the crowd before shrugging.

"I think everyone here tonight is wonderful."

" Even me ?" asked the M.C of the show, who blinked exaggeratedly, which infuriated Chay.

"You know, Khun Krab, I'm not an easy person, I could scare away even the bravest person!"

The host burst into a high-pitched laugh, and Porchay groaned softly before rolling his eyes, he was showing his back to the crowd and no one noticed Chay's bad mood. He didn't know why, but all this people flirting with Kim bothered Porchay deeply, while he should be happy that Wik was loved, but he had a strange feeling... of discomfort and he didn't like it.

When Porchay moved to the back of the stage, guitar in hand, ready to play, Kim shot him a quick glance before smiling.

"Tonight, I am accompanied by my young assistant Nong Chay, who is starting out on the guitar, be nice to him, okay?"

"Yessssssssssssssssssssssss. "

Porchay blushed violently and he looked down, the bastard! He had done it on purpose to put pressure on him, and on his right, the presenter suddenly advanced towards Chay before gently pulling his cheek:

"Oh oh but who is it, Nong Chay, hello, it's Khun Krab, oh call me P'Krab, everyone look how cute he is! Such a cutie, let's talk after, P'Krab will flirt with you a little too haha "

The man's voice was so high-pitched that Porchay gritted his teeth, before slipping away quietly, smiling at the crowd. He didn't notice the cold face of Kim, who was putting on his headset, the latter no longer had the shadow of joy on his face. He looked gloomy.

Oh no.

No.

Shit.

Porchay knew this expression from Kimhan Theerapanyakul, he was no longer Wik the adored singer but the merciless mobster.

Very quickly, Kim looked back at the crowd, he started several rock songs, and one particularly worried Chay, that one of the band NIRVANA : it's was so complex.... On several occasions, he missed chords and this annoyed Kim more and more.

Porchay was in trouble, and it was just getting started.