Sugar Daddy

This Night

When he hurried to Jaturaphoom mansion as a response to her daughter's hysterical incorrigible cries,  Park Jaturaphoom found his grandson just like that; sitting cross leged on the floor Infront of the massive couch in living room, staring at the dead man on couch with wary eyes. His white shirt was soaked in blood. And he hasn't even bothered to wipe away the blood stain on his shirt. 

He looked tired….

...yet... satisfied. 

And it terrified even the cold hearted, scheming devil inside Park jaturaphoom.

Older man crouched at the teen.

 "Where's mother?" Forth asked tiredly, not moving his gaze from the corpse. 

Instead of replying, he placed a hand on his grandson's shoulder, offering a comfort Forth didn't need. 

"How do you feel about what you have done?" He asked instead. "Can you see the weight of your actions? You just ended the existence of a person"

The boy was silent. He seemed to be pondering about the old man's words. "Yes. I do acknowledge it" He replied calmly. 

The billionaire was truly terrified and yet amused. 'How can a child who just committed such an unspeakable crime for the first time of his life, talk like that?'

He dared to ask one last question. "After you killed him, how did you feel?"

For a split second, the boy's eyes shone in red. "It felt like justice….I felt…..

Powerful"

Then he looked at his grandfather, his pointed gaze meeting with the old man's calm eyes. "I can get addicted to that feeling"

Park Jaturaphoom stood up, trying to hide a grin that was threatening to break. "I'm taking you with me, to Hong Kong'' He stated. 

That was the only thing that seemed to break the teen's calm and collected exterior. "No!" He stood up. "I won't!" He held a gaze with the older man's steady eyes. And let out a whimper when the man didn't even flinch. He understood what he was trying to say, even though he didn't like it. He has no choice. He has no place here from now on.

He knew! 

He just didn't want to admit. Admit that he was losing all the good things in life. 

He flopped down on the floor again, into a lifeless heap, curling up, hiding his head in his arms. "I don't want to leave mom" he whispered painfully.And he could hear his grandfather's voice from a distance. 

"...Even though you know that she would leave you first?"

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(A/N - The piece Forth was playing is "Paris" by Sofianne Pamart)

Beam walked to Forth, who continued to play while Beam roamed around the whole room. He was entranced by the calm and focused look on Forth's face and how his lean fingers elegantly danced on the keys. And he knew, he could stare at this, the whole day. 

'Love sure makes us gain tunnel vision; we see only what we want to see. And completely disregard everything else' he thought, gently caressing his lover's shoulder, looking at him with gentle, loving eyes, that went unnoticed by Forth.