This Song Is Called You.

8. Life and Death

Kim sighed, looking down at his coffee. He had slept little last night, Porchay was vomiting blood, showing how tired his body was. He couldn't stop thinking of losing his lover, and that was terrifying him.
He tried to empty his thoughts, he needed to think with reasons, not with his worried heart. Chay was strong, stronger than him, sometimes.

" Dude."

Porsche came running, he grabbed Kim's arm and pulled him away from the hall.
"Vegas screwed up, he pissed off the Chinese gang. They're after us. Kinn just called."

Kimhan frowned, he already wanted to kill everyone... It wasn't the best timing to mess up ! Fucking Vegas.

"He really is... what an asshole! Porchay is weak, we can't ask him to leave."

At the same time, the two men turned their heads towards the elevator doors.... Someone was coming up....
1...
2...
3...

The doors opened and the tension raised.

A grandmother in a wheelchair came forward, giving them a questioning look, and Porsche sighed.

"Yeah damn I thought... Nevermind."

"I'm the only one armed." Kim chained, "I'll go watch the whole floor, stay close to Chay. I know you will protect him."

" Of course, asshole, he is my baby brother."

The singer started with the left corridor, then he made sure to look at each door, elevator and stairs...
For the moment, no one had caught his attention. When he started to push back towards Chay's room, a nurse's voice stopped him:

"Ah yes... wait."

Kimhan didn't speak Chinese, but he recognized the words. Shit they were there.
Kim pursed his lips as he started to walk down a flight of stairs to the parking lot. The man with a black cap followed him.

"Hey you!" called out another who arrived on a motorbike. " STOP HIM !"

Kimhan gritted his teeth, he took a right turn, he didn't know where to go, but away from Porchay. The protection of his lover was his top priority.

Shit.

Kimhan was in a dead end street. He turned slowly to face the men. They were four now.

"Is that him?" asked a first guy. "We don't care!" replied another, pulling out a knife. "The boss said we kill everyone."

Kimhan hissed, he threw his head back with a sneer and pulled out his gun. The group of men threatening him backed off, they only had knives and a baseball bat, while Kim had a gun.

Small problem: Kimhan only had 3 bullets... so he had to kill a man otherwise.

"Get in line, you sons of bitches." Growled Kim as he shot at a first guy who screamed in pain, he touched his shoulder : there was blood dripping on the floor.

A man on his right threw himself on him and Kim fell voluntarily, sliding his body under the man, he shot him in the stomach and avoided a stab aimed at his cheek. One.
Another man screamed, he tried to avenge his colleague, and with a quick gesture, Kimhan grabbed the knife, and slit the other man's throat. Blood spurted in his face and he was blinded for a moment. Two.
The man who was already injured, since he had a bullet in his shoulder, fled when he saw Kim straighten up with so much blood on him. Three.

" Shit." spat Kim, he had received blood in the mouth and it disgusted him.

The last one, looked at him with a smirk. He was fat and bold.

" Come on, baby girl, this is such a waste, look at your face, even with blood, my dick is hard."

Kimhan raised his eyebrows, passed a hand through his bloody hair and crossed his arms, his gun still directed at the man.

" All talk, trying to gain time I suppose... How many are you hum ?"
" Too much for you to handle. I can offer you, well not exactly you, but I would love to fuck your dead body countless times...."

Kimhan chuckled, he backed away, raised his arms and killed the man, targeting the man's penis.
He heard him scream, of course, that must have been painful.
At least, that was pleasant. Kimhan went up, he nearly died when he found Porchay's room empty.

" PORSCHE ! "

FUCK.
The two brothers were no where.
What the hell, Chay was too weak, he needed calm and peace.
Kimhan looked for his phone, avoiding people, because he was still stained by those gangster blood.
He called Porchay and he heard his sweet boy voice whispering :

" P'Kim !"
" Chay ! Where are you ?"

Kimhan's heart started to hurt, he remembered that time when Porsche took his lover from him, taking Porchay to an island, letting Kim mourning Chay.... Please, Porsche do not do something stupid again...

" P'Kim...* Cough* I am al-alrig...fine. Hia....* Cough* we are in the car !"
" Stop forcing yourself! Do not speak more, my love, I am coming."

Damn.
He was in the parking a few minutes ago, and he remembered the guy words : they were more to come... Fuck.
Kimhan founded them, Porsche was waiting in a black car.

" Hurry up !" Barked Porsche, with anger.
" Fuck you !" Replied Kim, he immediately took Porchay in his arms, the poor boy was trembling.
" Do not fight !"

Porchay coughed again, and this time Porsche and Kimhan yelled at him.

" STOP TALKING."

Kim caressed his lover's back. He didn't want to be harsh on Porchay, but the young boy was sick and still acting stubborn.

" Where are we going ?!"
" Back to Kinn." Said Porsche, he was driving fast, trying to avoid others. " He is already waiting for us. Vegas and Pete are not in danger..."
" Vegas is the danger." Replied Kim while rolling his eyes. " We need a plan, Porsche. We can't let them surround us. This is a trap."

Porchay was shaking so much, trying to hold back. But he was tired, and the smell of blood on Kim didn't help...

" Hia...slow down..." Said Porchay with his tiny voice, "... Please..*cough* I am going...to.."

Kimhan looked at his lover face, he was so pale, like a ghost.
He tried to call for him, but Chay's head dropped on his shoulder, Kim's heart stopped.

" PORCHAY COLLAPSED!"