KIMCHAY TALES: BITTERSWEET EXCHANGE

CHAPTER 15

If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape a hundred days of sorrow.

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No.

Kim was used to it. He was used to chaos. He was used to people screaming. He was used to the sound of a gunshot.

No. This can't be happening.

Kim was used to it. He was used to people getting shot. He was used to people catching bullets for him. He was used to seeing numerous amounts of blood. He used people dying in front of him. Kim was used to all of it.

No. This can't be happening. Not him.

Right now, Kim's world is completely still. He was in a state of shock. Even his body can't move. How did this happen? He had his eyes on him the moment he left the table. His eyes never left the bathroom door the moment he entered. Kim was waiting for him to come back. Now, Porchay's unconscious body was in his arms. How the fuck did this happen?

Kim tried to tell Porchay to stay awake, to keep his eyes open. Yet, eventually, Porchay became unconscious. Kim held him close. His gorgeous white tuxedo is already stained with blood. Porchay's blood. He can still feel Porchay's faint pulse against his hot skin. He's still alive. He has to remain alive.

Suddenly, a strong urge of bloodthirst rushed in his veins. Why Porchay? Why does it have to be him? Why not Kim? Kim is extremely enraged. He clutched his gun in his hand, his urge to kill was getting too strong. He needs to kill the one who shot Porchay. But, death was too sweet of a revenge. He needs to suffer agonizingly before Kim can kill him. Yet, he doesn't want to leave Porchay here or he will die. He can't die. Kim has to do something.

"Khun Kim!" a panicked voice entered Kim's ears. He perked up and saw Big and a few Theerapanyakul bodyguards running towards him. They surrounded him immediately, shielding him from the continuing chaos in the place. Somehow, Kim felt relief seeing Big. "Khun Kim, we've been looking for you everywhere. We need to go. We have to get you into safety." Big said.

But Kim wasn't thinking about his safety now. He was thinking about Chay. "Great. You're here. Get Porchay and bring him to the nearest hospital." he ordered without any second thoughts. Porchay's life is what matters the most right now.

Big furrowed his eyebrows and moved closer to Kim as gunshots continued to fire everywhere. His eyes widened when he noticed Porchay lying lifeless in Kim's arms. "Porchay..." he breathes out.

Kim grabbed at Big's collar to bring his focus back to him, "Big, bring Porchay and take him to the nearest hospital. That's an order." Kim commanded in full diction. The more moments passed, the more Porchay's life was in danger. He kept losing blood.

"B-But, K-Khun K–" Big hesitation started.

"No buts, Big! That's an order! Do you understand?" Kim screamed, one hand clutching at Big's collar, while the other one was still holding Porchay. He's getting frustrated by the minute. "Do you understand?" he repeated.

Big nodded, "Y-Yes, Khun Kim. Please come with us." he said. Big was actually confused as to why Kim prioritized Porchay over himself.

Kim shook his head firmly, "No. There's something I need to do." he said darkly. There's someone he needs to find.

"Let me accompany you, Khun Kim," Big said. He grabbed Porchay's arms as carefully as possible from Kim.

"And Porchay?" Kim said worriedly, almost hesitant to let go, yet eventually let him take Porchay. Big signal to the others and they carried Porchay.

"The others will take care of him, Khun Kim. He will be fine." Big assured him. Kim watched as they carried Porchay out of the venue, his heart was on edge. He never felt this tense before.

The mayhem in the place continues. People are still screaming. Gunshots can still be heard everywhere. It is a bloodbath. It is a miracle that Kim is still standing despite the chaos. Knowing that he is Theerapanyakul, everyone would love to kill him.

There's only one thing in Kim's mind right now. Revenge. He won't let Porchay's shooter roam around while Porchay is fighting for his life. No, he would never let that happen. Out of multiple masked men in the place, Kim only needs to find one. The one who is wearing a red shirt. He's easy to find, and Kim will make sure he will eat every bullet in his gun.

"Where's Kinn?" Kim asked as he and Big searched the whole area. Big doesn't know what Kim is looking for, he is just following and protecting him. The place is like a graveyard. Multiple dead bodies on the floor. The used-to-be elegant venue was painted with red blood.

"They left already to the safe house. They will meet you there as well, Khun Kim." Big informed him, shooting every masked man they encountered. Kim knows that his brother is already figuring out who did this.

They both turned into a corner and there Kim saw him. The masked man in red. The one who shot Porchay. Instantly, the familiar urge of bloodthirst rushed into him again. All he can see is red, more red than the man's clothes. The man just shot two more helpless people on the floor.

"Hey!" Kim called out. The man turned and smiled at him. Before he can even raise his gun, Kim shoots him twice on both shoulders. The man fell on the floor, screaming in pain. Kim moved closer to him and stepped on the man's hand. "Is this the hand you used on shooting people, huh?" he asked. He added pressure on his foot, breaking the man's hand. The man screamed louder.

"Khun Kim," Big called out, looking down at the man who was still screaming in pain. Kim likes hearing him scream. He deserves it. He deserves every pain that Kim would give him.

"Keep on a lookout. This one is mine." Kim said, not even glancing at Big. Big just nodded. Kim stepped on the other hand, breaking every single bone. He looked down at the man, his face full of fury.

Despite the pain he was in, the man smiled at him, "T-Theerapanyakul." That's the only thing he said, a smile still on his lips.

Kim smirked, "Yeah. Glad you know. This will be the last face you will ever see." he said. Then, he removed his mask. Kim doesn't know him. Just an ordinary man. Evil man, perhaps. "Now, tell me who ordered you to do this," he asked.

The man groaned in pain, "Go to hell." he muttered.

Kim scoffed and kicked him in the face, "I swear. We will see each other there again, you little piece of shit." he snarled. He grabbed the man's collar and repeatedly punched him in the face. One. Two. Three strikes. The man's head is bleeding, and his nose has broken. Kim gave him hard blows over and over again to the point that the man's face was already disfigured. Every punch held every anger Kim had in his chest. Porchay's faint smile and his lifeless body keep flashing in Kim's mind. Damn it! Damn it!

Kim doesn't know if the blood on his hand is his or from the man, but he doesn't care. This vile man deserves every punch that Kim gave him. Kim felt every sense in his body had shut down. His eyes were dark and angry. He can't even hear the screaming anymore. Before he knew it, Big was already stopping from beating the man more.

"Khun Kim, that's enough," Big said, grabbing Kim's arm. But Kim is not done yet. He can see the man has passed out but is still breathing. No. Kim won't let him live. With the gun in his hand, Kim emptied his gun on the man's face and body. He shot him mercilessly just like what this man did to Porchay. He cursed when there were no more bullets in his gun. The man is dead, but it wasn't enough for Kim. This man deserves more pain and suffering.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Big spoke, "Khun Kim, we have to go." he said. Kim, who was breathing deeply, just nodded in response as he stared down at the man's corpse.

Kim looked at Big, "Chop him up, and dispose of him everywhere. I don't care where. I want him to suffer even in the afterlife." he said and left. The clueless Big stared down at the man's disfigured face, wondering what was happening to Kim.