The Storm Inside Me.

44. Concert Hall

Porchay couldn't fall asleep after Macau's speech, his mind was a black hole. He had vague, fuzzy memories of people around him, but he didn't recognize anyone. Who the hell was Kim and why was he so important ?!

"Damn Macau." growled the young boy getting up, he put on a beige vest and decided to go for a walk in the quiet night.

He didn't know where he was going, but his steps guided him; it was like walking a regular path, like his heart knew where he was.
He crossed several roads and he looked up at a huge building.

"The biggest Concert Hall Of The Country?"

Porchay's eyes widened when he saw a billboard indicating that this building was a concert hall... He shivered and his heart began to beat faster. He didn't know why, but Porchay had a feeling he could go inside.

Inside the building, he thought his jaw was going to drop on the ground. It was as big as a football stadium, a security guard looked Porchay up and down and the young backed away quickly. Fuck. Of course, it was after midnight, this place was closed to the public!
As Chay was about to apologize and leave, the guard shrugged and he even saluted Porchay before leaving.

"What the..."

Chay blinked rapidly, he couldn't believe it. Some stairs intrigued Porchay's gaze, so after a quick glance at the guard, he went up.

He opened a black door and found a large room with tables, a great view of the concert hall. Lying on a red sofa, there was a man with long hair, a breathtaking beauty. The man slowly slid his gaze from his phone to Chay.

"Porchay..?"

The latter tilted his head like a lost puppy, he discreetly closed the door behind him and folded his hands under his chin:

"Good evening, excuse me....I..."

"Did you manage to come all the way here?"

Porchay frowned, the man, his first name was Kim. He was Kinn's brother. He scanned the younger's face with concern. Kim looked tired, and his black clothes weren't helping. Porchay looked at the ground, he felt guilty for not being able to remember this man.

"You can leave if you're uncomfortable." said the cold man.

"No..." Porchay didn't know why, but his legs refused to move, he winced, Kim's angry gaze on him taking his breath away. " I am sorry... I thought that I could.."

Kim jumped up, with a gesture of anger he sent waltzing bottles of alcohol all over the floor. He was so angry that his jaw clenched and he clenched his fists. Chay jumped, he didn't know what to do or how to react. He felt tears well up in his eyes and began to apologize.

"It's all your fault," roared the long-haired man. " If only you had listened to me, if you had let me done it, none of this would have happened. If I had killed that asshole, he would never have hurt you. If you hadn't followed him like an idiot....Porchay what the hell were you thinking about ?! Do you know how fucking I...Chay!"

Porchay had collapsed, he was holding his head in his hands crying, he had a terrible migraine and his only memory was the feeling of an intense pain.

Suddenly, Kim's warmth enveloped Chay, he hugged him tight and tried to soothe his sweet angel. He caressed the young man's back and in his authoritative tone he ordered Chay to breathe...

" Calm down...Chay..breathe...breathe..."

"I'm s-orry...sorry..." Chay sobbed, he was having trouble breathing and his heart ached. "I don't remember, I try but nothing comes!"

It was terribly frustrating for the young boy, it was almost as if his life had been stolen from him. The long-haired man forced Porchay to stand up and he helped him to sit on a sofa, the smell of alcohol was so strong that it puzzled the youngest. Was Kim staying in this room and drinking until his death ?! Why couldn't he just talk with Porchay ? Why was Porchay so bothered by it..? He didn't understand his own feelings.

"I'll get you some water."

Kim exited quickly, but he made it so quickly that Porchay found herself alone by ten seconds.

"Drink this."

Porchay thanked the man before drinking a little from the bottle. He felt his head stop spinning and he pulled his knees up to his chest before sighing. The man in front of him had turned around and Chay could only see the man's shoulders rise and fall quickly... He had made Kim cry.
Oh.
No.
No,no,no.
Porchay never liked making people cry, especially his loved one... Wait ? Love ? What the hell.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I don't want to hurt people...Macau said we were close, so I know I'm making you unhappy, but I don't know what's people are expected from me..."

Kim didn't answer, he continued to turn his back on him, he was a cold and distant man. Porchay frowned and began to play nervously with his hands:

"I don't know what kind relationship we have..."

" None. We don't have one anymore." Kim cut him off sharply, the latter turned around and glared at Porchay. He was hurt and angry. "We are nothing."

Porchay's heart sank into his chest, even a stab would have hurt him less. He was... upset about this man? Why was he saying such mean things when he was trying to do his best?

"Okay...I'm sorry...I'm leaving.."

Porchay put the bottle on the table, he got up, his gaze kissed, and headed for the door...Deep down, he hoped that Kim would hold him back. But the man just stared at him coldly.

" Good. Forget all the bad things."
" Um."

Chay left, he was crying too now, but somehow, he felt like his heart stayed with the long haired man.