This Song Is Called You.

27. Love is an evil thing

Porchay felt the pressure on his neck take his breath away and despite himself he shivered as he remembered Kimhan's touch.

He took a step back and his back hit Kim's chest. Porchay was slightly taller than the singer, but the latter often wore heels.

"Khun Kim!" exclaimed the familiar voice of Sea, who was running towards his master, looking distraught. He had his face swollen and his weapon in his hand. "Please let go of Khun Porchay, I don't want to..."

"Sea. Here. A traitor. Well, both of you are, so I am not surprise..."

"P'Kim." Porchay snarled, but the pressure increased so much that Porchay fell to his knees, raising his bambi gaze towards Kim.

Sea took a step back raising his hands, he took a deep breath and Kim stared at him, raising an eyebrow, a cruel smile on his lips, his grip still on the younger's neck.

"Stand back, and put your weapon on the ground. Now. I won't say it twice." Kim demanded in his cold voice, with a sharp gesture he removed his hand from Porchay's neck who was starting to convulse and grabbed Chay's hair before jerking his head back.

"AH" cried Porchay, closing his eyes in pain, he tried to get up, but Kim put his leg on Chay's calf and he froze.

Sea's confused look enraged Kimhan, it was as if hiz bodyguard, well, former bodyguard, was possessive of Porchay, no fucking way... Kim leaned down and he whispered in Porchay's ear:

"Tell him to leave."

" No !"

"So he might as well be watching you when I fuck you here and right now."

Porchay trembled, he opened his big doe eyes, and put them on his bodyguard, frowning, Chay ordered him to leave, with a tiny trembling voice.

'' Sea...Se..a..please."

"Khun Kimhan, please... Could you not...?!" Sea whispered, but Kim's cold demeanor stopped him, he took another step towards the exit, and looked down at the floor, feeling that if he was looking at Khun Porchay, it made the situation worse. " Just...Don't hurt him."

Kimhan arched an eyebrow, he tightened his hand a little more on Porchay's hair, making the latter scream, and his gaze defied that of the guard:

"Why? Why should I ? You didn't hesitate to shoot me though? Should I be lenient with traitors? Tell me, Sea, how should I react, when the one who was what I thought my sweet perfect boyfriend was in a reality a mafia boss, robbing my men and ordering my own assassination?! This very same person who has been missing for a year, running away from us, thinking he can get away with it? Am I a fool ? Are you all looking down on us right now ? Do not try my patience, Sea."

Kim snarled, he was glaring at his old spy, and with a quick gesture, he pushed Porchay to the ground.

"P'Kim stop!" Yelled Porchay whose terror prevented him from getting up, but Kimhan was faster, he took out his gun and shot Sea in the chest, aiming for the heart.

"That restores the balance." Kim hissed, seeing Sea collapsed to the ground, under Porchay's terrified gaze.

The shot had alarmed no one in the large reception hall, thanks to an orchestra playing a very loud symphony by Mozart.
Porchay started to sob and he tried to crawl towards Sea, but Kim stopped him, he put his foot on Porchay's right knee and pressed.

"ARGH !!! It's HURT ! KIM STOP!" Begged Porchay, who was now crying, his vision blurred by tears, he tried to catch his breath. "HELP! PLEASE! SOMEONE!!"

Kimhan crossed his arms, looking deeply annoyed by the younger's cries of distress, his heart was like ice, cold and distant, and he who would never have hurt Porchay in the past, pressed down a little more, feeling Porchay's bone shattered suddenly.
The young boy screamed so loudly but it only lasted a moment before the pain invaded his whole body and completely cut off his breath making him unable to make any sound.