The Storm Inside Me.

14. Event

It was a mess. Porchay wished to be in hell for real, than being in stage. He never felt so bad before... Especially since that damn presenter wouldn't let Porchay go backstage.

He had taken a chair to the stage and placed Chay right next to him.

"Tell me, dear Mr. Wik, how do you find the audience tonight?"

"It's very good, everyone has a lot of energy."

Kimhan slid his gaze to the presenter's hand, which was resting unconsciously on the young guitarist's thigh. Porchay frowned, but he tried to hide his embarrassment with big smiles towards the crowd.

"Oh, oh, isn't he incredibly handsome?" The M.C. turned to the audience and again exchanged lame jokes with them. "Maaahh I leave him to you,guys, tonight Khun Krab is leaving with a charming little lamb, right Nong Chaychay?"

"Don't terrify my poor guitarist," Kim pretended to scolded, frowning but in reality, he had a very cold smile.

Porchay smiled shyly, he tried to take his guitar but suddenly Krab stood up and grabbed Chay's hand to carry him around on stage. Under the dumbfounded glare of Kimhan, whose gaze darkened.

"Everyone, I hope you're having fun, look, there, not only can we have awesome discounts but we can also meet pretty boy woooooo...I want to eat him !" The man almost threw poor Chay against him and he gave a big slobbery kiss on the cheek that echoed throughout the room.

That it.
Porchay wanted to die.

He gritted his teeth and patted the announcer on the shoulder with a little sulky expression. He purposely ignored Kim's devastating aura behind him. But Krab noticed the situation more quickly and he exclaimed, laughing:

"Oh P'WIK is upset that I'm stealing his guitar player, haha, no worries, Wik, I will send him back to you..." he winked forcefully at the camera before turning Porchay to Kim, still sitting smiling at the audience.

Chay felt the presenter's hand on his butt and he pushed him towards Kim who caught him easily as he reached out his arm, grabbing his mic with the other before laughing, "Khun Krab you can't steal my staff member,haha.."

The young guitarist tried to break free and get off the stage once and for all, but Kimhan surprised him, spun him around and forced him to sit on his right lap to the cheering cheers of the fans.

"Nong Chay is still young, poor thing, you're intimidating him! It's not good ! " Kim said in an authoritative voice, making his fans scream even louder.

"Oh my dear.... Look how hot Wik is when he looks like a sugar daddy, isn't everyone? I'm sure the audience is dying to be in Nong's shoes.Chaychay you are such a cute baby !" Krab exclaimed before laughing so hard that Porchay turned his head, hoping to reduce the unpleasant sound, he then noticed the same expression in Kimhan: the latter hated loud noises too...

With a discreet gesture, Kim pinched Chay's thigh violently and he gave him a warning look. The young man then froze and he no longer dared to look towards anyone.

"Today was so fun, it's crazy isn't it everyone? A big thank you to P'Wik and his crew who came to entertain us all, thank you also to this young man who tolerated my lame jokes.." Krab sent kisses in the air, and Porchay pretended to shake his head, cheeks still so blushed.

Wik finally let Chay get up but he didn't take his arm away from his back, he even hugged him tighter, obstructing the M.C. way. He gestured affectionately to the crowd and finally headed for the exit.

You thought Porchay would finally be left alone in his misery? ah ah ah. Poor Chay.

"Nong Chay !" cried the high-pitched voice of the host who came running behind him, Kimhan who was on his right giving back his microphone slid his gaze towards the man before smiling.

"Khun Krab, do you like my guitar player that much?" Kim had lightly pressed the "my" in his sentence and Chay shuddered.

The man sighed a little before resuming his big smile, he handed a paper to Chay and the latter hesitated.

" Yes ? P'Krab is there anything..?"

"It's my phone number, you know...If you ever want to come on stage, even without Wik, I know he's a talented and very busy artist. However I would love to see you again... You look like a delicious meal haha. Just kidding."

Porchay smiled and took the paper respectfully but Kimhan positioned himself towards Chay, his face becoming more neutral, almost cold.

"Khun Krab, Nong Chay is particularly busy, he's under my responsibility. He's just starting out and still needs practice, I'm his personal teacher. "

Krab smiled before nodding quickly, "I'd be happy to teach you some other things, dear Chay.."

It was too much, please could someone kill Porchay immediately!?
Khun Krab wanted him dead or what? Porchay was going crazy, he clenched his fists but Kim once again slid his arm behind his back, demanding the boy to stay calm and polite.

"Thank you, P'Krab, for this kind offer..." Answered the youngest. "...But P'Wik is already so strict about my schedule, I think I'll be too afraid to disappoint anyone else, I have little time for my self."

This time Kimhan's chuckle was sincere, he gave Porchay a mocking look before shaking Krab's hand:

'' Thank you for your interest in my career as well as my staff, they are always treated so well. It's a pleasure to work here. I hope we can remain as good professional entertainers."

The man finally turned on his heels, slightly offended by Kim's intervention, and he still had to announce the winners of the precious polaroids so he left and went back on stage. ( To be honest, Porchay would have loved to win ...)

Kimhan suddenly tugged on Chay's arm and Chay nearly fell. He took him to his private dressing room, locked it and barked:

"Congratulations, Nong Chaychay. I guess you're happy to finally get some attention. What was that ?!"

Porchay felt the anger rise in him, he stepped back quickly before retaliating:

"Me being the center of attention? Oh god, your fans were screaming so loud that even if I was across the street, I would have heard them! I didn't want to steal your spot, dumbass !"

Kimhan raised an eyebrow, he approached Chay and slipped his hand into the youth's pocket before grabbing the paper which he threw without a single glance into the trash can then he pointed an accusing finger at Porchay before whistling:

"You won't be on stage again, is that clear?!"

'' I hate you ! "