The Storm Inside Me.

42. Memory

Vegas aimed for Moon's hand, the latter screamed in pain and he dropped his lighter, but luckily Kimhan shot the small object with incredible precision and the brick smashed against a wall.

"Chay !"

Porsche leapt over his little brother's body and Kinn was already pulling off his shirt to wipe the blood from the young boy's forehead.

"YOU, FUCKING ASSHOLE! COME HERE !!!" Pete freed Tankhun and the latter threw himself on the escort who was standing against a wall, his hand bleeding.

"Khun No!"

Arm and Pol tried to stop their master but the latter had tackled Moon on the ground and he slapped him hard. Kimhan hissed, he clenched his fists, he didn't know if he should help Chay or kill Moon first.

Looking up, he met his cousin's satisfied gaze, then Vegas pulled Pete and Macau out, he felt he had played his part. Now, it's wasn't his business anymore.

"Easy, easy," rumbled Porsche's panicked voice, he pushed Kinn's hand but Kinn held firm.

"Porsche, we have to stop the blood. I know you are worried about hi..."

"But you're hurting him! Don't be a dick !"

Porsche was crying, it was rare to see this great man collapsed at this point, he was on his knees, his face close to that of his brother. Kinn sat up, help was already arriving.

"Kim....OI, Kim pull yourself together!" Tankhun let Moon's body on the ground and forced his little brother to sit further. "Kinn! Kinn I think Kimhan is going to pass out... Oh my god!"

Tankhun noticed his little brother leaning to one side, his face filled with sweat, his hair stuck to his forehead and his breathing jerky. He was in shock, though he had seen similar situations before, but Porchay's condition was making him a mess. There was so much blood, and his angel's face was disfigured. Kimhan's heart could not take it... He passed out, while trembling, screaming Porchay's name inside his head.
When the ambulances arrived, Arm and Pol drove Moon away, on Kinn's orders. Porsche stayed with Chay and Tankhun took care of his little brother.

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When Porchay finally felt better, he tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't see anything, except black...He couldn't hear anything either, except for an annoying buzzing. What the hell was happening?
Porchay frowned, something was odd, he couldn't remember anything. It was as if his whole life was one giant hole. He remembered his first name; Porchay. Of course, he was young and cute and...He didn't look like...someone.

But who ?

Ah.

He had a brother close to him. Older than him. With a similar name... Oh.

Porsche.

That was it, Porchay remembered their lives, they were poor. Their uncle is a gambling addict, his parents are dead and they live with a lot of debt.

Finally, Porchay felt like a hand pressed against his, and he heard quiet breathing. Trying again to open his eyes, he was first blinded by the white light and realized he could only see through his left eye...

" Chay?? Can you hear hia ?" a soft voice called him, and Porchay turned his head slightly: it was a mistake, he was in pain now.

"Porchay."

The young boy let out a low moan and the hand squeezed his fingers. As if to encourage him then Porchay forced himself to stare deep into brown eyes. Porsche looked at him with so much affection that Chay gasped, then he coughed because his throat was burning.

His brother slipped a straw in his mouth and Porchay drank a little before frowning... He felt like he was still dreaming.

"He's awake..." A thick-browed man with a big samoyed smile leaned in beside Porsche and Chay raised an eyebrow.

Who was this guy? Why was he so close to his older brother....?

Porchay wanted to straighten up and Porsche helped him, slowly he looked around the room.
In the back, there were two sofas and two men sleeping, one particularly caught Porchay's attention, he was skinny with long hair and an expression so tired that Chay's heart sank without really understanding why.

"I'll go get Top.." the man close to his brother whispered again and the latter even kissed Porsche's cheek under Chay's bewildered gaze.

"Hia...Who is it?"

"Um...Who? Kinn? Are you okay ?"

Porsche stroked his brother's hand, wrinkling his brow, he didn't understand his brother's question.

Kinn.

Ki...

"Kim."

Porchay didn't even recognize his own voice, and Porsche turned his head to the long-haired man who slept next to a man wearing a blue sweater.

'' He is sleeping. He is tired, he had been watching you for a week now. Even though we take turns, he still keep asking to stay by your side...''

" What ? Wh-why ?..."

The first name Kim had arisen in Porchay's mind, but nothing else, he then analyzed the man before grimacing, in Porchay's heart the only important person was his big brother, he only had him. They were alone in this big world and they were going to lose their house because of money issues... Damn so many problems. Why was Chay lying in a hospital bed ? He should have been working, like his big bro..

"Pete."

A man in a lepoard print shirt walked into the room, almost slamming the door, looking like a feral animal. Porsche immediately scolded him :

"Vegas! Make less noise! You are in a hospital not a club. Fuck."

Vegas rolled his eyes, walked over to Pete, the man in the blue sweater, picked him up in his arms effortlessly and left without a sound.

"What an asshole this guy.." hissed Porsche, then patted Porchay's hand again. "...But he saved your life, as well as Kim. So I have to remain grateful. Why do you look so lost hum ? Are you hurting ?"

Porchay immediately turned his gaze to his brother, and shook his hand.

"Hia, I'm sorry...what happened?"

" You do not remember ?" sighed Porsche.

"Hia...I don't remember anything at all...and whose are those people here ?"