The Storm Inside Me.

30. Felt like where I belong

"You are still alive and intact." remarked Porchay.

"Yes Khun Porchay."

Anon was sweating a lot of nervousness, he felt a reversal of roles, the young boy was much more terrifying than his current master.

Porchay smiled, he had thought he was going to die of stress last night when he discovered that his niece had disappeared but Porsche had just come to get her.

He put on his headphones and quietly waited for Anon to drop him off at college.

"As I'm sure the moment I leave this car, you're going to report to my dear P'Kim...Tell him to be at the concert hall this afternoon."

Anon didn't even have time to respond as Porchay got out of the car and happily trotted over to his new friend, Nao.

"Ah, hi you, have you decided to join a club?"

Nao consulted small colored cards, he tapped his finger designating a guitar club. ''It's the most popular one, but apparently we have no chance, it seems that a certain super popular senior is registered in this club and they are being super selective."

Porchay tilted his head, he was intrigued, a picture of Wik was used as the logo and Chay chuckled, "I'm sure I can get into this club."

Nao squinted: ''Ah yeah? It's impossible I just told you that..."

"You'll see, mark my words."

It was a stupid challenge, but Porchay was confident if he wanted he could even take over this club and be treated like a little king. Nao shrugged and offered Chay a snack before sighing:

"I don't even understand why everyone loves this guy, I've been on campus for a week and here everyone talks about him like a living god."

"Because," Chay snapped, "he's brilliant, talented, observant and caring....And absolutely handsome."

Nao burst out laughing, he nudged Porchay before getting up, they had class anyway.
Their teacher reminded them of the importance of choosing a club to get extra grades and Nao decided on a basketball club for him. He loved sports and was tall, that was a bonus.
Porchay kept the paper from the guitar club, he had a mischievous little smile before asking to be put on the list, but his teacher smiled at him embarrassed: ''Ah the guitar club has already received a lot of applications and there is already a long waiting list, young man, However there are still sports clubs or literature..."

But Porchay shook his head and with his biggest smile, he said: "No, Professor, this is the club I want. I chose it, I can wait, it does not matter."

'' Ah...Very good."

The young professor put Chay's application on a pile of other papers and Porchay finally got out of class, he felt excited at the idea of ​​finally being able to live the life of a student. Having a singer, a popular star at his college, and a mad mafia heir in love with him was finally beneficial.

Anon was already parked in the parking lot, quietly waiting for Porchay's return while watching a football game on his phone.

"Are you going home already?" Nao asked him, putting away his saxophone in its box.

"Not really, I have to go see someone first."

Nao nodded and greeted Porchay before leaving, he had to go to his new club.

"P'Anon, you really don't have anything to do, huh?" Chay teased as he got into the car.

Anon smirked, put away his phone and led Porchay to the large concert hall.
But, when Porchay tried to enter, a security guard stopped him:

"Sir, sorry but it's not open to the public here."

Porchay arched an eyebrow : "Wik isn't here?"

" Oh...great,'' snarled the bodyguard suddenly looking haughty, " a groupie who follows his idol everywhere. Tsk. No sorry kid, you can't do that. Please leave, while I ask nicely."

Porchay smiled, he took a step back and he noticed the secretary who was there last night, but the latter left immediately after seeing the scene. It was official, Porchay hated this woman, she had just pretended not to have seen him! And that damn guard was preventing Porchay from finding Kimhan, when this very place belonged to him. What a joke.
The security guard lost his patience and started to pull Chay's arm out but Chay pulled back too hard and he fell on his butt. Slowly raising up he said, "I'm not here to follow Wik the great idol, I'm here because I need to see P'Kim."

" No one is called that here.'' retorted the man coldly.

"Kim. Kimhan Theerapanyakul." said the icy voice of the interested singer. The man advanced towards the guard, he put an arm around Porchay's waist and hugged him before throwing a dark look at the guard who quickly recoiled.

"P'Kim, well, that man says you're not here." Porchay replied sarcastically.

" I am sorry, Khun. I didn't know your first name and I..." said the guard while joining his hands, " I didn't know what the kid was talking about ..."

"This kid'' hissed Kim immediately, ''...is the owner of this place, he has every right to come and go as he pleases. Say it to all your co-workers."

The guard looked confused but he apologized again, and Porchay wanted to puff his chest proudly, he was holding back his laugh, it was the first time he had so much power. He happily slipped his hand into Kimhan's and led them straight into the upper room. He was already walking around the building as if he knew it by heart.

"You're in a good mood," Kim remarked, "...despite this incident."

"It's nothing serious," Chay smiled before suddenly letting go of Kim's hand and clearing his throat, "They'll find out who I am sooner or later. By the way, P'Kim. You don't come to college anymore, do you?"

Kimhan nodded slightly, at Chay's behavior, he immediately understood that his little demon wanted something, he crossed his arms: "What do you want?"

"There's no need for you to be in the guitar club," Chay remarked as he began to turn in his chair, his gaze never leaving Kim's.

Porchay's mischievous gaze clearly meant that he expected some reaction from Kim, the latter arched an eyebrow, he approached Chay and leaned towards him:

"What can I do for you?"

"I might be able to take your place, you see, no one can sign up because there's a long waiting list..." Porchay's hand slid down Kim's neck, giving him a gentle shiver.

Kimhan smirked, grabbing Porchay's collar and forcing his face to his,

"What do I get in return?"
" What does my prince want ? He already has everything..."

Porchay frowned, he knew what Kim wanted, so he gave in, dropped his spoiled brat attitude for a moment, and pressed his lips to Kimhan's.