The Storm Inside Me.

16. Falling.

[ note : Hi guys, sorry that I didn't write yesterday, I had classes and I am struggling with the plot to be honest... Haha love u 🌸❤️]

That night, everything changed in Kimhan Theerapanyakul's heart.

A part of him changed.

It was as if his barriers crumbled with every glance from Chay. His breath caught at each of Chay's smiles.

The world could fall apart, if Porchay allowed Kim to hold his hand one last time, he wouldn't care.

He was ready to do anything for this young boy in his arms, sleeping, so fragile and so mischievous at the same time.

Porchay represented both his angel and his personal hell, Kimhan who had always been a manipulative man, cold and only interested in himself or his interests. He was defeated by his sweet boy...
He observed the young boy in the darkness of the night, the room smelled clean and no lights came to disturb Porchay's sleep.
Kim stroked his hair gently, barely daring to breathe for fear of waking the youngest, who often had a bad temper when he woke up.
After a long hour, Porchay's breathing quickened and the young boy began to move before stretching and opening his sleepy little eyes.

"Hello, P'Kim" whispered the young boy before letting his nose caress Kim's neck.

Kimhan froze slightly, he was used to arguments, not really cuddly moments. He slid his arm against the young man's back and hugged him back with a smile so bright that Porchay groaned, blinking his little eyes quickly,

"Oi, P'Kim, stop doing that in the morning!"

Voila, Kim was more accustomed to complains of the young boy and he began to laugh:

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah.." but suddenly Chay's expression changed, he propped himself up with his elbows and glared intently at Kimhan before saying in a puzzled voice, "I had a funny dream where P'Kim hated crab meat while I had spent hours cooking..."

" Silly boy..."

Kim smiled, obviously the M.C had left a strong feeling in the young man's subconscious... Porchay tilted his head slightly before sliding his tongue over his upper lip and Kim sat up in turn:

"Do you want to eat?"

" Yes"

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In the silver living room, Tankhun was messing around.

There was burnt food, pots on fire, Arm and Pol were screaming like agonizing chickens and there were broken glasses on the floor.
When Kinn arrived, ready for a coffee, he frowned, surveyed the scene before sitting down in an armchair:

"What a pretty calm morning..."

Kimhan took a seat next to his brother, handing him a black coffee, before giving him an understanding smile:

"Tankhun wanted to make pancakes."

"I'm not hungry anymore..'' Chay said seeing the table, he suppressed a shiver of disgust so as not to provoke a hysterical fit Khun No.

Kinn smiled, he looked tired, as if he hadn't slept, but Porchay said nothing: he really didn't want to know about his brother's boyfriend's nocturnal activities.

"Porsche is still sleeping?"
Kim sipped his coffee, sliding his arm around Chay's shoulders.

" Nope." said the loud voice of Porsche, who immediately withdrew Kimhan's arm before sitting down between the two young people.