I've got my eyes on you.

Deadly love

Porchay was in front of his laptop, Wik had been clear: he had 24 hours to retrieve the album data.
He tried to ignore the pain in his back, Kimhan had made love to him five times in a row, so much that the studio was covered with his seed.

''P'Kim....you are so... damn.'' smiled Porchay.

His hacker site had found the copy that Kim had transferred to his second computer. Kimhan hadn't been stupid enough to actually destroy months of work.
Porchay sighed and rolled his eyes. Kim's jealousy could really be... terrifying. Chay knew, that was stupid. Both boys were killing people for their flirting game, but Porchay remained terrified that Kimhan could kill him, out of jealousy.

"P'Kim... Why are you always on my mind hm...?!" Chay groaned before taking his head in his hands, and he was unable to rest.

Kimhan Theerapanyakul was a son of the mafia. Death was his daily life. He flirted with danger, Chay knew that. And Porchay was in love with him, with his Dahlia. Love can make a man go crazy...really.
The young boy sighed, he sent the file to Kimhan, before checking the location of his idol: he was in his studio. Good. Maybe his manager would be happy.

"....Still in front of your damn computer?!" howl Porsche. "I have a week off and you don't even come say hello to me... Look at the living room, it's a mess !"

"Hiaaa... Hello, why are you here ? I missed you so much..."

Porchay got up, he jumped happily on his brother before giving him a hug.

"How are you?"

'' Good."

"Perfect, tonight we go out, I invite you to the bar... But first, let's eat !"

HAH?!

Porchay found himself, during the evening, at a VIP table, with his older brother's college friends, a band was also playing on stage, including P'Tharn, the one who had made Kimhan so jealous.

Shit.

Chay smiled politely, he was dying to monitor his idol's whereabouts, but Porsche had taken his phone away from him. Fucking party... Chay hated being here. He was really worried about Kim. His singer was someone really selfish.

"Hia... Can we go back already ?"

"Chay. Have fun for once, I'll let you have one drink, ok?! Just one."

Porsche grabbed a beer and Chay gave in, he rolled his eyes and started to take a sip, before he heard:

"We have an exceptional special guest tonight, thank you all for your warm welcome to my favourite singer : P'WIKKKK...!!!"

The youngest swallowed his beer with difficulty, he choked and spat on himself, before starting to cough.

"Fuck it." Porsche growled. "Chay, we're leaving, I don't like this guy. Let's go home, don't listen to him !"

"What.. the..!?"

Porsche grabbed his little brother's hand, while Jom looked at them laughingly. Porchay felt Kimhan's burning gaze on him. He wanted to die of embarrassment. He was really getting scolded by his big bro in front of the love of his life ?! The fuck...
Kim started playing HIS favorite song, and Chay froze. Damn you Kim, why are you doing this to poor Chaychay...?!

"Porchay! I said let's go, we need to talk, move your ass..."

"Hia ...please..."

''What the fuck Chay, you're obsessed with this guy, it's not right, I'm going to ask to have you committed to the psychiatric hospital in our hometown, I saw your room, I was looking for a tshirt, and then what I saw.... it's terrifying! Seriously Porchay, hia is worried about you.''

Porchay gulped. He felt ashamed and followed his brother, his heart heavy with sadness.
Luckily even without a phone, Chay knew how to communicate with Kimhan.

................................................

"...a new murder near a psychiatric hospital questions the police, it looks like an act of the Dahlia, but the murderer would have moved?! We will keep you informed..."

Wik looked at his manager with boredom, before smiling cruelly. His little flower was resurfacing. This little prick had disappeared since he had been at the bar, with that fucking Tharn. Alright, so Porchay thought he could get rid of Kimhan, what a joke... The singer intended to keep Porchay to himself, dead or alive. He knew, his little boy couldn't live without him.

"Manager, do I have free time tonight? I have to go see a friend."

"Are you going to find that kid? Ok, you can go, you've become unbearable without him... I prefer when Nong Chay is here.''

Wik smiled, he got up, greeted her politely, and left, with his guitar behind his back.
He drove to the hospital, tried to seduce the nurses and finally got Porchay's room: number 69. How ironic... His boy was his. How could he thought of disappearing from the singer ? Kimhan needed to teach a new lesson, because Porchay kept being stubborn.

"P'K-Ki...m?'' Chay was reading a book about the language of flowers, before seeing Kimhan leaning against his door, dressed like a rock star. Still looking stunning.

"Hi, my dear Nong Chay."

Kimhan smiled, he took a step forward and closed the door, before opening his backpack: he took out a long syringe.

"Hope you missed me, sweetheart."

''What are you doing...? Why do you have this..?!''

''I am here to take back what belongs to me.''

Porchay stopped breathing.
The fucking poison went inside his blood.. It was enough to make him sleep and barely breathe. He felt like dying a little bit. Chay tried to scream, but Kimhan kissed him.

Fuck, the Dahlia was mad.
And when the Dahlia was mad, people had to die.