This Song Is Called You.

2. My soft boy

"Are you sure you want to refuse?"

Kimhan looked again at the email on his cell phone before raising his icy gaze to his manager.

"Fuck them. I couldn't care less..."

He got up, grabbed his keys and left the studio, it was about to be noon, and Porchay had gone home to sleep. So he crossed the city to join his lover, and met Nine, one of his guards, who closed the door with a confused expression.

"Hello, Nine."

"Oi...Oh? Khun Kimhan."

Nine greeted his master respectfully, he seemed nervous, more than usual and Kim's gaze analyzed the man's attitude calmly.

" What's the matter ?"

"Well about your tshirt.... Khun Porchay took it back. I am sorry..."

Kimhan smirked before putting his hands on his hips, Chay was always so vicious, that little fox.
He let his guard go and went back to his apartment, Han, their grey cat, recently adopted, poked the tip of his muzzle with a flurry of purrs and Kim stroked him lightly, before looking for Porchay.

The room was dark, but Porchay was in front of the computer on, his face frowning, looking rather annoyed by something...

" You did not went to sleep, naughty boy ?" Kim was surprised, he approached Chay and slipped gracefully next to him, putting a slender hand on Porchay's cool thigh.

"No," grumbled the young boy through gritted teeth, "I've been losing since a while ago and I refuse to sleep until I win this game."

Kimhan rolled his eyes with a quick gesture he closed the computer.

"P'KIM!" Chay exclaimed immediately.

"Chay. You've flown eight hours, you're tired and in a bad mood, so get some rest."

"You too... We traveled together'' replied Porchay before puffing out his cheeks, "and yet you went straight to the studio."

Kim pulled the younger to him, and despite his reluctance, Porchay let Kimhan's warmth rock him.

"You received an email..."

" I know..."

Porchay sighed, he never let anything shown, but the homophobic remarks from closed-minded people hurt him. Kimhan had a different view of things: he didn't give a damn about others and what anyone could say about them. He was trying to convince Porchay to give a damn too, but stupidity can sometimes be a lot harder to deal with than hate.

"I have already refused to do it..."

" You can not do that !" Porchay squealed, raising his wide, round eyes. "Your fans are already waiting for you. Those assholes have been telling that you will come for months now, it doesn't matter if I'm not allowed to come, it's nothing. I don't care."

Kim frowned, he began to caress Chay's back, thoughtful...

"You are too sweet for this world, my angel. But you have to understand, I work hard because I love music, it's not a question of fame or even my fans, it's just being able to do music... I can live without being known, or loved by many, but without my guitar, I'm not... Anyway, they're assholes. I don't care about those stupid rumors. The whole world can know that I am in a relationship with a man, I don't mind."

Porchay began to play with Kim's fingers, feeling fatigue invading his body, he still pinched his hand before glaring at him sternly:

"Don't say such things. You're mean. You have loyal fans who love and follow you for so long... It's ok if I don't play with you, for once I can look at you from the crowd, as you know, I'm your number one fan, right?"

Kimhan smiled, he kissed Porchay's cheek and carried him to bed, pulling the blanket over them, before sighing.

"You are way too adorable..."

"I know..." Chay slid his hands through Kimhan's long hair, "I've seen your brothers, P'Tankhun is tired of P'Kinn and Porsche, I've never seen him with dark circles that big. He need sleep more than any of us...''

" Too bad for him but he deserved it, with all his stupid parties, each time it end badly... Last time, he almost got Arm killed with a freaking spoon..."

The couple laughed, and Porchay felt better as he slid his small nose against Kim's throat, inhaling his soft scent deeply.

"It makes me happy, that after all these years, I'm still your priority, but your work means so much... You have to go, P'Kim."

"Humpff..."

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Kimhan Theerapanyakul had never wanted to kill someone so much in a long time, he glared at the director of the brand he had to promote.
He was a tall man, with a red face and a stupid smile:

"We have our very pretty presenter, Nong Pearl, who will be on stage with you, Khun WIK. Don't hesitate to show the full extent of your charm!"

Kim looked up annoyed at his manager, Red. The latter pretended to cough before gathering all the contracts in front of him and he got up.

"Thank you for choosing our brand." exclaimed the woman happily.

Pearl was a pretty girl, with big bright eyes and straight hair. But for Kim, no one could catch his interest.
Only a young boy with black hair and big doe eyes could make him crazy in love. He uncrossed his legs and decided to stand, following his manager obediently, ignoring the girl's curious gaze.

He took a moment alone, to go to the toilets and called his guard, Nine.

"Yes, Khun Kim?"

"Are you taking Porchay to the event right now?"

"Yes, sir, but... Well, no actually."

" Why ?"

" Err...Nong Porchay is still sleeping."

Kim tried to hold a smile, his boyfriend must be tired from their night activities... He breathed in before resuming the conversation normally:

"Let him sleep, he needs it. We've been traveling a lot lately."

Sure, Porchay was going to be angry to miss this event, but anyway, those bastards didn't even deserve his angel's presence.
He hung up soon after, grabbed his favorite white guitar and microphone: a blue that Porchay had given him, his most special object to his heart.

"P'Wik!"

The presenter, Pearl, was ready, with a pretty pink puffy dress and a microphone against her cheek. Kimhan looked her up and down trying to hide his annoyed expression with his long lock of hair in front of his face, he grabbed the earpiece she handed him before thanking her and walked to the stage, he could already hear the fans scream.

" Hello everyone !" exclaimed the presenter, with a kind smile, she waved her hands a little, and stood to Kim's right. "Hello to P'Wik and congratulations to him for his new single."

"Thank you, thank you," Kim replied with a smile, placing a hand over his heart.

"Oi, everyone warned me, but you're even more beautiful in real life! I am shocked!"

Pearl gave a teasing look to the crowd and all the fans shouted in agreement.
Kim looked down, at each events, it was the same problem, everyone was charmed by his beauty, and his talent was almost never mentioned. He sighed a little, before sitting down facing the camera.

Let this freacking interview begin...