The Storm Inside Me.

20. Mafia

When Porchay opened his eyes, he noticed a tall man, probably in his thirties, with charming eyes and a bright smile.

" Hello young man."

Even his deep voice made Chay waver.

"Who...?"
"I'm Doctor Top. I was hired by the Theerapanyakul family to take care of one of their members."

Porchay smiled slightly, before grimacing, he looked at his hand, it was hidden by a black glove and the doctor coughed:

"It's to protect your hand, we stitched up the wound as well as disinfected and bandaged... But Tankhun insisted to further protect the wound."

Chay frowned, very few people called Tankhun by his name, all the employees were generally yelling KHUN NO, PLEASE DON'T...
The doctor patted him on the shoulder friendly before sighing:

"You look tired and still in shock for something you shouldn't have seen..."

Porchay looked down, yes his hands were still shaking. The young man shivered and Tankhun entered the room, he pushed the door so hard that it almost made a hole in the wall.

"Tankhun!" the doctor immediately scolded him, "Watch your manners, and don't shout, Nong Porchay needs a rest."

Tankhun immediately pouted, ignoring the doctor as he walked around him and almost threw himself on the bed, hugging Porchay in his arms.

"Sweetheart, I've missed you so much. Are you alright? You can tell me the truth, I understand...P'No understand, na..."

The sincere gaze of the first born Theerapanyakul pierced Chay, he looked deep into Tankhun's eyes and he didn't understand why but he started to cry.
His heart needed to let go, he cried so hard that even Tankhun felt his heart sink. Top left them alone, no one but Tankhun could understand Porchay's trauma.

"It'll be okay, it'll be okay " whispered Tankhun, stroking his back. "Do you want your big brother to come? Your mother too... I can ask to have them come, if you want."

Porchay refused, he tried to calm down and sobbed "No...no.. It's fine, they'll be worried, I don't want to...."

Tankhun sighed, he hugged Porchay. The latter felt tired again, he was sleepy, but every time his eyes closed he saw blood splatter in his face.

"Tankhun, please go outside."

Kimhan was about to enter the room, but Tankhun glared at his little brother. He immediately stood in front of Porchay, crossing his arms:

"You, you don't come near him. Get out of here, Chay is sleepy."

Kim glared at his brother, and Chay sank further into his comfortable bed.

"Get out of here" Kimhan hissed, " I won't ask you twice."

Tankhun growled, he stood up, and angrily walked past his little brother,

"I'm warning you, I'm watching over you two, you better not mess up."

Kim ignored Tankhun, he walked over to the bed, and looked coldly at Porchay.

"I'm sorry..." Chay whimpered, he was ashamed of himself. "I wanted to go home, I promise you...".
"Macau chose this bar, he knows the reputation of this place, he purposely took you there."

Chay frowned, fiddling with his fingers nervously. "I should have been more responsible and got home before...so I'm sorry. P'Kim don't be mad at Chaychay ok?"

Porchay blinked rapidly, as if to seduce Kimhan.
But Kimhan looked at him coldly, his face was closed. He didn't let any emotion show.

"You put yourself in danger. It was stupid and reckless of you to go in this kind of club. Porsche said you are grounded. You no longer have the right to go to a party in your life."

Porchay smiled a little, sadly, his big brother was right anyway... He nodded slowly, he was now waiting for Kim's punishment.

"I understand."

Kimhan slowly grabbed Chay's hand. He was shaking with rage, and Porchay felt all the hatred of the young mobster, he looked menacing, as if he was going to kill Porchay.

" You can go to sleep."
"P'Kim, I'm sorry, don't be mad at me, please, I'm sorry..."

Porchay grabbed Kim's arm and he leaned in, pressing his forehead against the singer.

"Porchay. Stop it."

Porchay froze, he felt the tears welling up again, and his nose tingled, he sniffed out a sob,

"Are you going to be mad at me for a very long time...?"
"I'm going to kill every member of this damn gang..."

Porchay shuddered. He backed up and leaned back against his pillow, looking down. He felt his heart break again when Kimhan said,

"I don't want us to see each other during this time. I'm disappointed with your attitude. I had thought of a sanction but Tankhun decided to take your side. So here is the consequence of your unconscious action. I don't want to see your face anymore, Porchay."

Chay angrily wiped away a tear before exclaiming,

"Are you going to forbid me to see you?!"

Kim nodded, pushing Chay's pleading hand away, so coldly that Porchay burst into tears.

"You're cruel!" Chay yelled, he began to cough, his throat hurting. "I hate you...I hate you! I apologized, I refuse your damn punishment, stop rejecting me again and again! I can't believe you're going to resist. Don't you lov... No I won't ask, I don't care, I will stay with you. No matters what."

Porchay wiped his snot with his sleeve, he was sad and angry. It was the worst punishment for Porchay because his only source of happiness which belonged to him and him alone was the fact of being able to be privileged in the heart of Kimhan. He felt like he was being rejected again, and it was painful. But Kimhan raised an eyebrow before crossing his arms,

"Of course you can go and tell the others that you accept my first punishment. The one I had decided on first. "
" Which is.. ? "
" I'll show you what being in the mafia world means."

Porchay frowned, he took a deep breath before saying seriously

''If it allows me to stay by your side....''
" You need to understand." Kimhan grabbed Porchay's hand and the younger felt a little bit better. " You need to SEE. You won't like it... I am curious too."

Porchay was confused but he refused to let go of Kim's touch. "Curious about what, P'Kim ?"
" If you still love me, after seing every part of me."