This Song Is Called You.

20. Would you like to drink ?

Porchay sighed dragging Kimhan by the hand, they had an appointment in a cafe, not far from the city center. He needed a neutral place for everyone to be calm and quiet.

"Slow down, please, Khun Porchay!" Nine cried, followed by five other bodyguards. "We need to follow you, not run after you !"

"Complain to Khun Kim," replied Porchay glancing behind him, "I wanted to come alone but that was his condition."

"You accepted so don't talk like I forced you! This is for your safety..." Kim exclaimed.

"Yeah yeah.."

Porchay rolled his eyes, last night he had managed to get Kim's phone and had messaged Tankhun, hoping to be able to reunite some of their extended families. Tankhun, though still mentally unstable, was mellowed and gradually resumed the role of a loving father figure.

Chay finally found the cafe, a simple, fairly large place. At least, it didn't look like a battlefield.

"Hia!" he greeted his brother and wanted to hug him but Kim, who was still holding his hand, pushed the young man behind him.

"Leave my brother alone ! He can do the fuck he want you motherfu..." Porsche hissed immediately.

"Hello to you too, Porsche." Kimhan replied dryly.

Porchay pursed his lips and pushed Kim towards chairs before sitting down in front of Porsche, the latter quietly drinking a soda and he had already taken the drink for his little brother.

"Thanks... I am glad that you came..."

"What are you up to?" Porsche asked him curiously and his little brother gave him a mischievous smile.

Kimhan slid his gaze towards the entrance and immediately frowned when he saw Tankhun arrived, in a sequined costume, sunglasses much too big for him and a bright smile, he forced Pete to enter, followed by Vegas. What the hell was happening?!

"Hello, my dear pretty little family, today is therapy day!" He placed Pete next to Porsche and ignored Vegas who remained standing, legs crossed and looking deeply annoyed to be there.

Tankhun scanned the room, motioning for Arm and Pol to join the other bodyguards at a table. Then he turned his mischievous gaze on Porsche:

"Kinn should be quick, and let me tell you, he's angry. I have warned you to not do something stupid... "

"I don't give a fuck." said Porsche bitterly, but his expression betrayed him: he looked nervous.

"He trusted you." Tankhun said simply. "But you and that thing...(he nodded at Vegas) you plotted to free Porchay."

" Eh ?" Porchay was puzzled, he put down his drink in amazement and gave his lover a puzzled look, but the latter just glared at everyone.

"We didn't do anything like that... Kinn is just too stupid to focus on the real problem." Vegas said with his feline smile but Pete's gaze stopped him in his tracks.

"Your little brother was keeping MY brother locked up in his damn apartment, what did you want me to do?!"

"Talk about it with me before do something stupid !" roared the furious voice of Kinn, who had just thrown the door open.

He didn't give a single glance to the others and immediately positioned himself in front of Porsche, ignoring Porchay's lost gaze. The latter decided to intervene before Porsche got carried away and decided to hit everyone.

"EVERYTHING'S OK! I'm here! Come on, guys, I wasn't in prison anyway, I was at home, right Hia, let's be reasonable, here..."

"Anyway," Vegas snapped, stepping between Kinn and Porsche, "the Minor family will never be good enough for you, you are dreaming of destroying us every single mistake I make. This is just an excuse."

Tankhun frowned and sat down at the table, grabbing a packet of popcorn and handing it to Kim but his brother refused, his eyes glued on his brother.

"Here we go again..." Khun sighed.

"... It's your fault." Kim scolded.

"Uh....that's more like my fault, to be honest..." Porchay pursed his lips and tried to appease everyone by offering drinks, but the tension between Kinn and Vegas was quite oppressive.

Suddenly, Kimhan stood up, he put his hands firmly on the table and stared at his brother and cousin:

"I'm letting it go this time, because Porchay wants it that way. But don't think you can provoke me without consequences, you motherfuckers. You better focus in your job. I don't think that war is a solution, Ai'Kinn. But I won't be so nice if something like this ever happen again."

"Shut up, you brat. Do you think we are enjoying this ? Go back on stage, mister Diva. This is the mafia, not a little pathetic show, I can't stand your stupid voice, so shut the hell up."

"VEGAS!" Pete stood up and angrily grabbed Vegas' ear before dragging Vegas out of the cafe, scolding Khun Kimhan like a child to Tankhun's squeals of delight.

" You." Kinn hissed as he turned to Porsche, grabbing his right wrist and squeezing so hard the noise sent Porchay into a panicking mode.

Did Kinn broke his big brother's wrist ?!
Porchay threw himself between the couple but he surprised Kinn and the latter pushed Chay unintentionally against the table, spilling the drinks with a loud crash.

"Porchay!" Porsche and Kim shouted at the same time.

'' I..... am sorry ! Are you OK, Nong ?"

"What the fuck is your problem Kinn ?" barked Porsche, turning around, having entrusted his little brother to Kim's arm.

"Hia that was not intended! P'Kinn didn't want to..." Porchay exclaimed.

"I don't give a fuck, you're going to pay back for this..."

" That wasn't my fault ! I already said that I was sorry !"

" Motherfu..."

Kinn dodged a punch then a second and finally Tankhun yelled so loudly that everyone froze.