A story about brothers and their lovers.
This a GBKCTT fanfiction with just a little angst, a whole lot of fun, romance and smut!
Check out the synopsis for more details.
Disclaimer: I don't own the photos I intend to use. And I mean no disrespect t...
A/n - Hi, friends. Sorry about the late chapter. 13 to 15 April is our New Year. Just like Thai people celebrate the Songkran or the Water Festival we too celebrate it like a traditional cultural festival in our own way. So I was busy. Thank you for waiting patiently. Love. 😍😘
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"What did you say you are in here for?"
Kimmon took in a deep breath, rolled his head and opened his eyes to look at the punk sitting next to him.
His cellmate is an annoying young man who talked nonstop. They are sitting side by side on the lower bunk. He'd been trying to think but the little shit kept on interrupting.
"I didn't," Kimmon drawled. So far he'd managed to get away with monosyllabic answers.
"Like I said," The punk doesn't seem to get the message. "I can get you anything for the right price," He leaned closer and whispered. "I've been here for six months. I have connections with people, you know." He bragged.
"I'm good," Kimmon looked away. He tilted his head back on the rough cement wall of the prison cell and closed his eyes.
It's been like this since he got here, two days ago. He's here only until his trial, he wasn't exposed to the gen pop* of the prison, which is fortunate. He's not afraid of anyone there but he needs to lay low until his trial date and get out of here without creating trouble. He's already in heaps of trouble for acting rash. He doesn't intend to make the same mistake again. (*General Population of the prison refers to convicted criminals there.)
But this guy is testing his patience.
"I know you got money, stashed here somewhere," The young man poked Kimmon's thigh, smirking. "You look like you got money. It's the only thing that gives power in the prison." He said importantly. "Cigarettes, booze, hash, coke...." He winked nudging Kimmon with his elbow. "...you name it, I can get it for ya."
Kimmon sighed.
"Hey, Archie?" He called softly. The young man with long greasy hair and lanky body did a double-take. It's the first time this tall, handsome stranger addressed him directly.
"Yeah?" Archie blinked.
"You wanted to know what I'm in here for, right?" Kimmon turned around completely to face the dumbfounded man. "I killed an annoying brat like you." Kimmon purred.
"W...what?" Archie whispered. He sounded a little guarded and wary of his new cellmate, who looked harmless enough at first glance. But he doubts the harmless part now. This guy indeed looked dangerously disturbed.
"Yeah," Kimmon murmured. "I placed my hands on his neck, like this." Kimmon curved his hands around the other man's neck. He felt Archie swallow as his adam's apple bobbed. "And squeezed until his windpipe snapped."
Kimmon took his hands off Archie when his pulse started racing.
"Why did you kill him?" Archie croaked, touching his neck to make sure that everything's alright. He felt genuinely scared of his new cellmate for the first time.
