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You got a cold, cold heart
Do you feel at all?
The door to his room opened, and shut behind him. Chay knew who had entered, even with his back to the door, staring out the large glass windows to the dark city lights in the distance, he knew who it was; confirmation shown in the reflection against the window; it could only be one person, the very person who trapped him in this room -in this house that was belonged to the Devil.
Kimhan Theerapanyakul, a tyrant of a Crimelord of the Theerapanyakul sons, feared in the Underworld; a man who killed and took and made many suffer just because it entertained him. What the King wanted, he got. He had two older brothers, yet he was made Heir because of how his father thought him to make a great, vile, feared Crimelord…and oh, how right he was.
Even this time, Chay had almost escaped, but in the end, the King of the Underworld won; he got what he wanted.
When Chay had crossed that fence, thinking himself to be free, Kim was there, sitting upon his car, in all leather, beckoning Chay to join him…or he would go after Chay’s family. A threat.
Chay had complied.
“Are you happy? You own my family now.” Chay said through gritted teeth, arms crossed over his chest that was covered in a warm sweater -Kimhan did not want him to get cold and bought him many new clothes; Chay complied.
He dug his nails into his own skin to keep him from lashing out. He still had some fight left in him, but he knew it was useless.
Kimhan had won in taking over Chay’s family -an equally powerful family among the Underworld who the Theerapanyakuls were trying to take over for years, and finally they had succeeded; Kimhan had succeeded, doing what his father couldn’t.
Well, that was all Chay thought.
“Oh, angel, you have it all wrong. It is you I have wanted all this time; your family’s business is just an added bonus.” Kim replied sweetly, walking up behind him. He had made many suffer and bleed just so he could bring Chay home, and now he had.
Take me back to the night we met
They had met at an event hosted by Chay’s family, one event that both males had escaped.
Kim had headed out to the back for a smoke, needing to get away from everyone.
Kim watched the male who was dressed in neat, neutral clothes, climb up the fence that divided the home from the field that lay beyond it.
Kim continued watching, eyes shining in amusement. “And what are you doing?” He called out.
The boy startled, but managed to keep his grip. “Getting some…fresh air…” he answered with a nervous chuckle.
“Looks to me like you’re escaping.” Kim pointed out, heading closer to the fence.
The boy deflated, “Okay, I am, but only because I really don’t like parties like these…or anything to do with my family’s business.”
“You’re a Kittisawasd?”
The boy nodded.
Kim understood, this boy must have been Porchay -the youngest. He hadn’t known what the boy looked like, but was aware that he was kept out of the business, so he never bothered to know about him. Which really was a mistake on Kim’s part.
“And where will you go?”
“I don’t know…There is a fast food place down the road, maybe there?” Porchay said with a shrug; to him it seemed the location didn’t matter as long as it was anywhere but his family’s party.
“How about I take you?” Kim offered with a devilish smirk and glinting eyes.
And Porchay, sweet Porchay who was oblivious, naive to the dangerous male he had just met, agreed to the offer.
The Angel charmed the Devil that night.
I don’t want to let that body go
Be my Queen, I’ll be your King, We’ll be rulers
I’ll give you everything
Chay knew if he were to run, to escape, to hurt, Kim would harm his family instantly, and most likely there were people watching them -he’d do whatever he could to cause Chay emotional pain; as long as Chay obeyed, Kim would let his family be.
Though this was only Porchay’s personal thought.
“I don’t want you.” Chay tried once more, tensing when he felt arms wrap around his waist and a chest press up against his back -so unlike the warmth of the man he knew from the night they met.
He shivered when he felt Kim lean close to his ear, pressing a kiss to his skin -a gentle action that reminded Chay of his fate.
“You’ll come to love me,” The Devil whispered, “I know you will.”
Oh lord, Oh lord, what do I do?
I’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you
He’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone
Weeks passed and Chay tried not to get close to the other.
He did his best. But it was difficult.
The tyrant he believed Kim to be -ruthless and heartless- showed him kindness and affection even when Chay fought him. He was patient and kept his distance, reminding Chay that he wanted Chay to seek Kim out on his own. He was so…different from what Chay had thought, the whole situation was different from what he expected.
Even though he showed kindness and softness to Chay -in public and behind closed doors- Kim never acted so with anyone else. With others, Kim was the ruthless and cold and downright villainous Crimelord everyone knew him to be.
Chay never knew how to feel upon those moments he saw the mask that Kim wore; he would be conflicted when he saw Kim cause pain; for that same man showed him only the sweetest moments Chay had ever experienced.
“I will never force your love for me, angel, never. ” Kim had once said to him, his voice heavy with sincerity, a moment in the first few days of Porchay’s time in Kim’s home.
Chay tried so hard to hate Kim, but the wall he had built around himself was slowly crumbling -only for Kimhan Theerapanyakul…only for him, it seemed.
The day those walls came tumbling down completely, was the day Chay got the news.
He had been in his room, reading a book upon his bed, whilst one of the servant girls to the family brought his clothes, since he and Kim were invited out to a dinner event, when his phone had vibrated -his brother calling him.
Chay stayed in his room most of the time, his safe space that Kim had agreed to give him. The first time Chay had said ‘Thank you’ to the Devil was when he had offered Porchay a room of his own, and that was where Chay spent most of his time reading, writing, completing his studies online -Kim had told him if he wanted to keep attending, Chay would have to have a bodyguard follow him around, and Chay…he disagreed, so the compromise was online studies.
And if he wanted to go out anywhere, he was assigned a bodyguard everytime. After some time, Chay didn’t mind it, and it gave him an opportunity to make a new friend.
And a phone he was given, with Kim’s number, Chay’s bodyguard’s number, as well as his mother and brother’s numbers. They were the only ones he really needed.
It was a genuine gift that showed how much Kim wanted the boy to trust him, and maybe it had helped in softening up to the Crimelord.
Porchay picked up the phone, greeting his brother happily -although his smile slipped off his face, and he had straightened up as his brother continued to speak.
His mother had passed.
She had died.
She was killed .
His mother, who only wanted Chay to be happy, who doted on him and loved him, especially more after the passing of their father, wanting to protect her youngest the most. She was…gone.
His brother could only console him for a few minutes before he had to hang up; since he was the current head of the family, he was trying to find out everything about their mother’s murder, and told Chay he would call him very soon with more, and that as soon as he could he’d make his way over to the Theerapanyakul Home.
The servant girl flinched when Chay let out a painful wail, curling in on himself upon the middle of his bed. His wail turned into a sob, tears falling down his face as he heaved and did his best to curl up on the bed.
He turned to the shocked and worried servant girl, trying hard to find his voice.
“P-Please, Kim , p-please…” Was all he could say in his strained voice, lips quivering, sight blurring.
The servant girl knew what he meant and rushed out the door, unknowing of how to react to the boy in this state. Chay hadn’t portrayed much emotion the while he had been there, but he had been sweet to her, and now she had to see him in pain and anguish without knowing why.
The servant girl ran through the hallways of the mansion, almost crashing into the two bodyguards who stood outside the door to the sitting area, where Kim had been dealing with a guest for the past hour.
Before the bodyguards could question her, she spoke first.
“He -Porchay - he needs Young Master Kim.” The girl huffed, gathering her breath.
The guards looked wary, but did move to knock the door; one of them entered, the door shutting behind him.
The girl waited impatiently, body shaking. She was worried for the boy.
The door opened to reveal the bodyguard, followed by Kimhan. He looked confused, having only been told that Porchay needed him, but no reason for why.
“What’s wrong? Is Porchay alright?” He questioned the girl.
“He -He’s not…He’s crying and asking for you.” He had been pleading for Kim, but the girl was only trying to get straight to the point -anything to get the Crimelord moving.
It worked.
Kimhan’s gaze filled with worry as he stalked past the girl, before breaking out into a run down the hallway, only wanting to get to his weeping angel .
Chay was curled up on the bed, he hadn’t moved. He was sniffling and had just stopped hiccuping -mind replaying memories of his mother- when the door burst open, revealing a disheveled Crimelord.
His sights landed on Chay just as the younger male mustered the strength to sit up. His head felt muddled, but he still recognized his devil of a husband.
Kim rushed to the crying mess that was Porchay, taking the boy into his arms as he settled on the bed beside him.
Chay wasted no time in burying his face against the other man’s chest, sobbing harder once again as comfort and warmth enveloped him.
Kim hugged him tight and close, unsure how to react. He had sometimes wished that Porchay would ask for Kim upon his own free will, but those were usually positive situations he imagined…not this.
With every cry, Kim heard his own cold heart crack.
It took a while. A long while for Chay to quiet down. But Kim stayed patient, as he always did. And gave Porchay what he needed -comfort, and for someone to hold him.
Two hours later found them both leaning against the headboard of the bed; Kim was settled against the headboard with Chay resting against his chest, hands clutching the Crimelord’s dark shirt that now held his tear stains.
Kim kept pressing gentle kisses against the younger male’s forehead in comfort, his arms still wrapped around the boy.
Kim had tried to move away earlier, to place the two of them in a more comfortable position, but it just caused Chay to cry harder and cling tighter to him. A part of him was happy that Porchay was clinging to him for comfort and affection, but the other part reminded him that this was the worst way possible -with Chay sobbing his heart out.
When Chay quieted completely, no sound save for his breathing, Kim asked him the question that had been on his mind for the last hours.
“Angel…what happened?” It was whispered into the silent room. Kim was afraid that one small sound would set the younger male off again.
What made it all worse was that Kim was afraid . He didn’t want to see his angel like this, never again, never in a million fucking years.
Chay did not answer for a little bit. He made no sound. But he did unlock his phone that he had been clutching in one of his hands. Slowly, tiredly, he settled the phone upon Kim’s lap without moving from his position.
“Call…” Was all Chay mumbled, his voice barely audible.
Kim took it with one hand, observing how Chay’s gaze followed the action. When he tried to move his other arm, Chay whined, followed by a sniffle. Kim sighed and kept one arm wrapped around him, and Chay stayed resting upon his chest.
Kim took the phone with his freehand, seeing Porchay’s brother’s contact on the screen. He assumed Chay wanted Kim to call his brother.
It didn’t take long for Chay’s brother to pick up.
Instantly, Kim questioned, “What happened?”
Kim didn’t understand how it felt to lose parents that loved you unconditionally. He barely remembered his mother or her death, and his father’s death was something that never actually affected him. His father had only seen him as a pawn, as a weapon -anything but a son.
And when he was made Heir according to his father’s will, even his brothers moved away, only seeing Kim from time to time -so Kim didn’t understand familial, unconditional love.
Kim had tossed the phone aside upon the bed after the call ended, and hugged the younger impossibly close to him, kissing his forehead again.
“I’m here for you, my angel…” Was all he whispered to his sweetheart, and that was all it took for Porchay to break down again in silent tears.
Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not
He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got
A few days later, Chay stayed standing in his room, having just ended his phone call with his brother, who had finally found out what had occurred.
Kim, who had only left his side to endure meetings that he could not reschedule no matter how much he wanted to, rushed to Porchay the moment his bodyguard had come to get him, telling him Porchay had received news from his brother.
Chay snapped his gaze towards Kim as the bodyguard left the room and shut the door behind him, giving them privacy.
Chay took a deep breath and met Kim halfway -the Devil bringing his Angel into a tight embrace.
He heard Chay take a shaky breath before he pulled away, but didn’t break away completely from the other.
Kim kept them close against each other -his arms around the younger male’s waist.
He observed his beautiful Angel, feeling himself fall all over again for the boy -a feeling that occurred every time he looked at his husband.
“She-She was killed,” Chay started, stuttering through quivering lips, “She was killed by them . Th-that family of murderers…The ones that wanted me…”
Porchay knew nothing of family names among the Underworld -but Kim understood exactly who the boy was talking about since Kim had to deal with that brief inconvenience when said inconvenience had challenged Kim for Porchay’s hand in marriage. It was Kim’s mistake for not killing the entire family, instead of just making the poor bastard suffer for a little while.
The motivation behind killing Chay’s mother was clear; since they could not have him, since they could not have the Kittisawasd family, they planned and executed the murder of the Kittisawasd Queen.
Kim smirked, his vile tyranny surfacing, “Hmm…seems your brother and I will have to take care of them. Maybe call them for dinner. What do you think, my angel?”
His sickeningly sweet tone that always made Chay shiver in fear -the way he spoke of people’s lives as though they were nothing but a fun game to him- now excited him.
Chay sniffled, licking his drying lips. “You-You’ll make sure they suffer?” He asked his Devil of a husband. His eyes were pleading, and his tone was of softness -a contrast to his request.
Kim hummed, smirk never faltering, “Anything for my angel.”
Chay mustered up the smallest of smiles, for he was tired of crying, and tired of feeling; he exhaled shakily before leaning close to the other, gaze setting on his husband’s lips. Kim understood and closed the gap between them.
Their lips met and molded together. They embraced each other in all ways possible with the kiss, they felt everything the other felt -Chay could feel Kim’s love and want, and Kim could feel Chay’s pain and need.
They fit together, brokenly but perfect; was their realization as they lost themselves in each other.
They pulled away, Kim’s hand cupping Chay’s cheek, caressing his skin gently as they stared in each other’s eyes -Kim with his love for the other, and Chay with his raw emotions on display for his husband to read.
Kim kissed him once more, softly. And this time, Chay felt himself fall for the other; he saw the loyalty, he understood the trust, and he knew completely, was sure of himself that Kim was his husband, and his love.
The walls Chay had built when he had first got here, seemed to never exist upon this point.
He and Kim were now one.
The soft, solemn Angel who wanted nothing to do with the Underworld, and the cold, ruthless Devil who ruled the Underworld; an odd pair meant to last lifetimes.
I’ll be your King, You’ll be my Queen
Unbelievers get down on your knees
We can rule the world
Kimhan entered the room, late at night. It was his own room, where Porchay lay curled up, upon the blankets in the middle of the dark sheets. He had fallen asleep, waiting for his husband.
His husband who had come from…what could be called a ‘torture session’.
He and Chay’s brother had taken care of the murderers of the Kittisawasd Queen that night.
Hours, they had disappeared for.
The Underworld feared the silence from both influential families.
Word had spread of what had occurred, and what the two families were doing in retaliation…it would be safe to say no one would ever even raise their gaze to the Kittisawasds or Theerapanyakuls lest it be disrespectful.
Kimhan sat at the edge of the bed, turning to admire his angel.
Porchay stirred, being a light sleeper, and opened his eyes filled with drowsiness to Kim staring at him fondly.
He only blushed and averted his own gaze -sight settling upon Kim’s bandaged hands that were stained with blood. With a gasp he sat up, instantly, and looked to his husband with worry.
“It’s nothing, angel. I got carried away. I’m not hurt badly.”
Porchay huffed, “You got hurt nevertheless…I don’t want you hurt.” He admitted quietly.
Kim could only smile in response, love filling his chest. With a dark gaze, he requested sweetly, “Kiss me, my angel?”
Within seconds he had his arms full of his lover, and soft lips upon his own.
As they laid in bed together -Porchay having basically moved into Kim’s room- they held each other close.
Porchay found comfort, and love, and affection in Kim…the one everyone akin to the Devil.
And Porchay…Kim loved his Angel with his whole entire being, finding a soulmate of lifetimes in him.
Kim kissed his drowsy husband, hearing a whine in return for being disturbed. The Devil only laughed at his Angel with fondness; even if he complained, his Angel never turned away the Devil’s affections.
“Stay as mine and I shall love you and protect you forever, my angel.” whispered the Devil.
I know I won’t make it on my own
Better slow down and hold it together
I don’t want to let your body go