Prologue Thunderous

The first few droplets of rain began to leak from the grey skies as Win held onto P'Champ. He couldn't care for the weather as they made their way into the dark hide out that was their source of security in this Village. P'Champ groaned beside him as Win pushed the worn  wooden door open, with one last look at the forest and the dirt road, just to be sure they were absolutely safe before Win stepped inside and gently guided P'Champ into the one level, little cabin. P'Champ had taken a liking to it when he had first come to the little rural Town. Now, the little town had turned into a breeding ground for chaos Win spent a lifetime trying to escape. Revealing a fear within him that manifested into a bullet embedded in P'Champ. 

Just six months ago, things had been peaceful. Win didn't have to worry about his older brother being on his back constantly and could further the distance between him and his family. He could also spend time with P'Champ and be happy. Their days together seemed to flash with soft words, intimate touches and lingering looks. Win could finally savor the man he had grown to hold close to his heart and begin the healing of both the physical and mental scars his life had left him with, that had started at such a young age. Before they knew it, P'Champ had discovered secrets hidden here, in this seemingly innocent little town and they had to look over their shoulders again. 

Win wanted to leave. Running was what he did best. He ran when his brother had died, he ran when Thane started controlling their family. He ran when he realised that he loved Champ, the difference was, Champ chased after him. He would've ran from this place when things started getting worse, if it wasn't for P'Champ. The gorgeous, stubborn man couldn't turn his back on desperate people and a mystery to solve. It was one of the counltess reasons Win loved him. Champ was so selfless and so much stronger than him when it came to these things. However, he was also stupid, so god damn stupid. He gave too much, especially in a world that was harsh and took kindess for granted. Win sets P'Champ down on their tired three seater and realises his hands are shaking. 

Outside the rain taps against the windows and beats against the roof. Little driplets made pools around the cabin and the whistle of wind grew. Win's breath shakes as Champ lets out another pitiful sound, blood seeping into his clothes and sweat forming on his skin. Win has seen his fair share of blood and gunshot wounds on many men, but somehow, seeing Champ wounded makes him freeze up. He couldn’t think and he felt like he wasn’t breathing. 

"W-Win, love." Champ tries to reach for him, "Take a breath, Win. I'm okay," his lover says with convincing strength.  

When he gasps in pain, Win finally moves, he rushes to what they call their kitchen- it's just a little section with a sink, cooler, dishes- and grabs water, a clean dry cloth. He pauses and stares at the knife on the rack, he snatches it up and then goes into the lower cabinet for mentholated alcohol. He crosses over to the worn, ugly pattern sofa in three big steps and sinks to his knees. He glances at Champ, his heart sinking as the sweat on Champ’s skin makes his hair stick to his skin. He finally opens the bottle of rubbing alcohol and then generously dabs the cloth. With trembling hands, he reaches for P'Champ's t-shirt and carefully moves it up.

Win feels his eyes sting. He could tell that the bleeding is too much and although the bullet has gone clean through, it has no doubt hit some vital parts. From a professional standpoint, he knows what this could mean. Champ is beginning to breathe with trouble and struggle to keep his head up. Win's chest feels unbelievably tight as he tries to press down on the wound. It does nothing but make Champ hiss in pain weakly and the blood seeps around Win’s fingers. 

"You're okay, you're okay, P'Champ, " Win isn't sure if he's saying it to convince himself or Champ.

The latter takes Win's bloody hand, "Win, my love," Champ pants through his teeth, "We're okay, we're okay, I need you to listen to me, love. Can you- you can do that, love?"

Champ's gentle mahogany eyes meet him and Win nods, feeling the warm tears as they begin falling. "My Win, take the SD card, find the children Win-" Champ coughs, it's a harsh and bloody sound that makes Win's lips tremble and his heart weak, but Champ doesn't let go of his hand, "I need you to do this Win, please?"

Win, strong and decisive Win, breaks, he cries freeling now. He can’t do anything, he can’t save Champ, "You said we're okay, Champ, we're- we're okay, you're okay." He's lying to himself, he thinks it’s to keep the sliver of sanity he’s holding onto, "We can find them together, stop all of this together, right Champ? Please, please, you said we’d find them together!"

Champ smiles, it's a small one, with blood on his lips, then he raises the hand from Win's. He reaches out, slowly and his large hand cups Win's cheek, a warm and familiar gesture between them, "We're okay, we're okay Tharawin." He says as his kind eyes meet Win’s.

Win sobs, "We should have left, we should've- let me take you to the hospital Champ, please!?" Win wants to get up and leave, call for help and run from this godforsaken town. 

Champ groans and shakes his head, Win rests his hand over Champ's, savoring the warmth against his face. "You know we can't Win." Champ swallows, "You'll do it right, Win? You'll stop them and find the kids? For me?"

Win does his best to smile as he tries to breathe. Champ's hand falters, "My Win. God I love you, never have I loved- someone as much as I love you, my Win." He pauses though and his eyes seem distant for a moment before he continues, “I- I think I have to go now, my Tharawin.”

"Champ, Champ, we're okay, you're okay-" Win puts more pressure on the wound and shakes his head no. "You're not going anywhere, you don't have to say that, we'll solve this together, Champ-"

"Say it, Win, please, say it for me," Champ has tears running down the side of his face. 

Win draws a shaking breath, "I love you Ramchaiyorn Narong. I love you, I love you and you're okay, okay? We'll- we'll fix this, right Champ?"

The hand underneath his begins to fall and the calming rise of his breathing begins to slow. Win takes Champ’s hand, holds it to his heart.

 "Champ, you said you're okay, you said- you said we're okay Champ- Ramchaiyorn Narong, you said you loved me- you said you love me, right?” 

There’s no reply, only the spark in Champ’s eyes dying out and the small smile falling from his face. Win chokes and shakes his head no constantly. He brings a bloody hand to Champ’s face, calling his name and hoping for him to respond, to wake up and help him face the horrible people of this nightmare of a little town. With his spirit broken and his heart dying, Tharawin leans forward and rubs his head against Champ’s. Tears streaming down and falling onto Champ’s cheeks. 

“I- I will always love you, Ramchaiyorn.” Then he pressed a last kiss to his forehead, hands shaking as he cradled his lover’s head. “And I will watch those people burn.” 

The promise of revenge is whispered into the thundering night. He always kept his promises, after all he was a son of the Thirakun Family, and if there was one thing his family taught him. The Thirakun’s made sure those who harmed them and those they protected, paid in the most painful ways possible. As Win’s sobs were drowned out by the rain, his heart was fueled by the killer frosts of vengeance