This Song Is Called You.

14. Innocence of an angel

Porchay had trouble breathing at times, but overall his body felt lighter.
He didn't want to cough anymore, and his lungs didn't hurt. Sometimes he felt a gentle warmth against his hand. Of course he couldn't be sure, but he felt a caring presence, someone who loved and cared for him....

One day, the atmosphere changed, someone shouted. Panic crossed the body of the young boy. He struggled to open his eyes... and found himself immersed in a blinding light. He blinked several times, dazzled by the light, it was so unpleasant that he wanted to go back to sleep... But a clear voice cried:

"KHUN KIMHAN!!!"

That voice...ah. It was the voice of Nine, a nice bodyguard who was also much better at keeping the kitten than protecting...

Slowly he slid his gaze towards the door... He was in his room, which he shared with Kim and the singer entered the room. His long hair was tied in a bun, he had on a black turtleneck and pants with a chain.
Porchay's body throbbed faster and he smiled, as if relieved by the familiar sight of Kimhan. Damn, he was still looking so good and even better while aging, just like a good wine...

"Chay..." Kim's soft voice took Porchay's breath away, and the sweet boy even blushed.

It was so rare, Kimhan wasn't the sweetest lover on this planet. He used such a soft voice right now... Chay felt butterflies in his stomach..

"P'Ki..m..." Chay's voice was hoarse, and he swallowed his saliva with a bit of difficulty, but he was better, as if he had slept for an eternity.

The young boy frowned. Where had the Chinese gang gone?? Kim immediately guessed his lover's thoughts, he hastened to grab Chay's hand and kissed his forehead:

"It's over my love, you have nothing to fear."

"Hiaaa...?"

Kim's face stiffened, he pressed his forehead to Chay with a sigh, he knew Porchay wasn't going to agree... so might as well avoid a conflict.

" He is ...fine. Do not worry, care about you first." (Kim did mention Porsche's enormous scar on his neck...)

Porchay smiled at Kimhan. He straightened up helped by his lover and ruffled his fluffy hair a little.

"I don't cough anymore..." he said shyly, like a child looking for compliments.

Kim bit his lip and looked away slightly, he didn't want to cry in front of Chay but his relief was immense.
Chay laughed a little as he saw his favorite singer trying to stay strong...and he started counting on his fingers mischievously:

"P'Kim... Come on, you cried when I said I love you for the first times, also when we argued, when you thought I was dead, when you crushed Han's paw...."

"Nonsense, little demon."

Kimhan frowned and slid his arms around his angel's slender waist before giving him a kiss on the nose. Porchay grimaced and stepped back with a disgusted look on his face :

" You smell like alcohol, Kimhan Theerapanyakul."

Kim pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, then the couple burst out laughing.

"I'm ... I am s...o-soo...o happy to see you awake Khun Porchayyyy....." Nine sobbed as he hugged Han tightly.

The kitten thrashed at him, hissing and he jumped into the bed deftly before snuggling into Chay's legs.

'' Did you miss me, my baby?! Come to daddy !'' Porchay cried with watery eyes.

Kim pretended to be annoyed and he crossed his arms, but Porchay gave him a mocking look before placing a light kiss on Kim's cheek.

"My little family...." Chay whispered, his heart filled with joy.

Kimhan looked back and asked for Nine to leave.

" bring Khun Porchay some porridge too please..."

" Oiii.. P'Kim !" Whined Chay, he wanted to eat something good. " Can't we have a McDo instead...?"

" No."

" P'Kimmmmm...."

Kimhan rolled his eyes and patted the cat while pretending to ignore Chay's pleasing gaze.

" Kimhan."

Kim shivered, he tried to resist again...but Porchay raised his jaw with one finger and kissed him deeply, with force and small bites... Making Nine embarrassed forever.

" C..hay.... enough, be a good boy."

" Please... I want French fries!"

" ... Fine. Nine, bring porridge and French fries..."

" YEAH !! You are the best P'Ki... "

"... BUT you will only eat it after the porridge, got it ??"

Porchay chuckled like a spoiled brat. He was so happy, and super hungry too... His stomach started growling and while waiting for his food, Kim's lips were on him. They kissed for so long that his lips started to be swollen... Damn he had missed this feeling...

" Khun Kim...." Said Nine once back, carrying a big plastic bag and giving it to his young master.

Kim knew. He glanced at his bodyguard for him to shut up, gave a quick kiss to Chay who was already eating and left with Nine for his office.

" He is here, sir."

" Tell him to go fuck off..." Growled Kimhan while looking by the window, eyeing Porsche's car parked.

" But ... He said that he won't leave until he saw... Khun Porchay."

Kimhan crossed his arms, he turned to Nine with a gloomy stare. He didn't give a fuck anymore, Porchay was his. He never liked the mafia world, after his father's death, Kimhan thought that he would just live as a singer... But now, mafia was coming inside his life again and almost took his lover.
Porsche called. That was unusual. But Kim wasn't going to let him inside.

" Hello."

" You fucking motherfu..."

" Nice to hear you too, bro."

" Fuck you. Give me back my brother."

" No. You are a danger. You may have once helped me and protected him, but he almost died because of your shitty jobs. One advice from someone clever : if you can't keep your fucking clients in place, try to raise puppy."

He hanged up the phonecall, and looked at Nine, with a very stern voice, he said :

" You are allowed to pull the trigger if you saw him come any closer. Got it ?"

" Wait ... What ? No ! Khun Porchay will not..."

" This is my order and you are working for me. Do not disobey me or you will be the next person to die."