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Porchay and Kim talked. After 5 painful months of Kim groveling and Porchay slowly realizing Kim’s capacity for any sort of emotions and how to handle them were one percent to none. But he still made Kim work for every second of his time. Kim might be the dark young prince of Mafia and recent international sensation for his release of his first album “Those eyes” which he proclaims are all the songs about Porchay; Chay wasn’t going to give his heart back to the boy who smashed it to pieces without first making sure it wasn’t going to be a repeat.
The talk in itself was painful procedure, not just because it hurts to reopen that dark part of Porchay’s first romance and the exposure of his brother’s lies and betrayal but also watching Kim trying to find words to apologize and describe why he did what he did and constantly failing was just plain painful to watch. But they got through it.
They decided to take it slow after the talk. Which lasted about 2 weeks. Porchay blames it entirely on Kim.
“Baby you were as eager for it as I was, I mean if I remember correctly, someone kept clawing at me saying ‘take it off take it off’ repeatedly and tore my favorite shirt”
“It was so not your favorite shirt”
“So you don’t deny it then heh”
“Shut up”
Okey so maybe it was partially his fault too. I mean what was teenage boy suppose to do when your long time crush who was also your idol for as long as you can remember, treated you like something precious, looked at you like you hung the moon and looked at you like he wants to eat you every time you walk in the room.
So yeah he might have launched himself at Kim and ending bumping their teeth together. Which was painful as fuck but the pain was completely overshadowed by need when Kim wrapped his arm around his waist and body slammed them both on the nearest couch. Rest was history.
Chay learned than how great it was have a actual boyfriend. Kim was absolutely the best boyfriend ever. There was good morning and good night text every day on his phone. He was there to drive him and pick him up for campus even though there were hundreds of bodyguards ready for the job.
“I want every second with you sweetheart”
“You make it sound like we don’t have time”
“in the this world you never know but don’t you worry your pretty little head about that sweetheart, no one would dare touch a single strand of hair on your head if they know what’s good for them”
“Oooo scary” porchay laughed.
Kim couldn’t help the smile that graced his face hearing Porchay’s laughter. It was his favorite sound in the world.
Despite the lightness of their laughter, Porchay knew how real the threat was. He wasn’t blind to how everyone in the main compound reacted to Kim’s presence. With exception of Kim’s brother and his own, everyone was visually awry of Kim. Everytime Kim entered the room, everyone scrambled to get out his way. Porchay knew the stories guards whispered in the hall. Knew how Kim had singled handed massacred Russian Bezrukov mafia group during their visit when he was just 15 after the their Heir had called his mom a whore. Who cares if it had only been a joke. Kim’s Pa had laughed, Kim had not.
Kinn had looked at him in horror and regret. Kuhn had locked himself in his room for two week and his Pa, his Pa had looked with pride. Kim wanted to scratch his eyes out but he had simply walked away and washed off the blood, packed a small duffel bag and his guitar and left by 5 in the evening. Never looked back. Until him. Until Chay.
Chay knew Kim couldn’t distance himself from the family entirely despite leaving, hance the sorry little of investigation he did on Porchay. He still ran multiple clubs under the Theerapanyakul’s name. Answered when his father called because he knew if he didn’t the repercussions won’t be pretty. Kim would never admit it or show it but he loved his brother, in his own fucked up way.
And Chay, Chay he loved with everything. Ferociously but gently.
Anyways, it was great because Kim somehow made time despite his busy schedule. But after his album released, things became busier. The texts still came, sometime with typos because Kim was probably too tired. Bodyguards started dropping Chay off and picking him up instead. Kim still called everyday to check up and listen to him rant about how his day went. The excessive amount of homeworks and bitchy professors never lessen. He encouraged Kim to talk about his days but he still had the limited of 50 words or less.
Despite Kim being his boyfriend, Wik was still his idol so Chay tried to sneak some details about new Wik projects but Kim always found him out and laughed.
“You know, I’ll tell you if you just ask me the normal way”
“Wha.... what!! No! I wasn’t trying anything. I just wanted to know how your day went..” Chay grunted
“Porchay”
“What! Anyways good night P’Kim, can’t wait for our date tomorrow” he hang up before Kim could add anything. After a minute he received a text.
KIMMY 🫶
I love you! I’ll pick you up at 12. Sleep well baby.
Porchay squeak. It took Kim months to say I love you without looking like he was at gunpoint. So yes, he still squeaks everytime Kim uses those magical words, so sue him.
There was another text when he woke up the next morning.
KIMMY 🫶
I am so sorry baby. The new album release is next week and there was an issue. I’ll try to finish it by 2 but it’s very unlikely. I promise to make it up to you sweetheart.
Porchay knew how important music was to Kim. If anyone were to know what music means to Kim it would be Chay. He’s been following Wik half of his life. But it still hurts feeling like he wasn’t priority. He hadn’t see Kim in almost two week and daily calls just wasn’t the same.
It was the weekend and now Porchay had two free days with zero plan so he called Ohm.
Ohm was always ready for anything and always came up with the craziest things.
Despite being part of the literal mafia, Porchay’s life was text book boring. When he said as much, Kim and Porsche both were like ‘good, boring is good. Boring is safe’
Only exciting thing in Chay’s life was Kim and Practical for music theory class where he actually got a shadow music producers.
When he told Ohm how boring his life had became, Ohm reaction was exact opposite to his boyfriend and brother.
“Chay baby, get ready for the best night of your life. You’ll see heaven tonight”
“I wanted to have a good time, not sex!” Chay exclaim.
“Tch. Sex is good time”
“OHM!! Also I have boyfriend remember”
“Yea…boring. Anyways come over early so I could at least dress you up if I can’t choose your men”
Ohm was bisexual and his motto in life was to have double the fun.
‘since god thought it was okey for me to be attract to both sex, it only right for me to enjoy both, sometime at the same time. It’s my god given right’
They decided on a club that was especially not owned by Theerapanyakul family, knowing if either Kim or hia knew what they were up to, there would probably be 20 bodyguards following them around and no fun.
Chay texted Porsche he was gonna stay over at Ohm’s since plan with Kim got canceled. He had argued with Kim and Porsche both over hours about not having any details on him as long as he let them drop and pick him up.
Moment Chay saw Ohm he knew his boring life wasn’t getting any unboring today. He sign as he invited himself, Ohm deject expression remained unchanged.
“Alright, out with it”
“I thought you would have already see it, it’s all over Twitter”
“Seen what?” Chay took his bagpack off and threw it at the sofa.
“Wik twitter, his new girlfrie…..” Ohm was looking everywhere else but at him.
“Wha..” that roots of insecurities Chay had buried surfaced with vengeance as he took out his phone in his trembling hand and opened his fan account he had for Wik.
True to Ohm’s words, there was Kim or Wik in some club, the lightening was awful but you could still make out Wik’s loosely wrapped arm around some women.
Kim’s arm around her waist and her face hidden in crook of his neck. Chay felt like throwing up.
Chay let Ohm pull him down on the couch in awkward oneside hug. He felt numb all over.
He tried to rationalize this. Kim loved him. Why else would he have done everything in his power to win Chay back? Why else would he let Porsche punch him on the face when he clearly outranked him, if not for Chay?
But if he loved him, then why would he do this?
Telling Chay he was busy with his upcoming tour and new album release just to cheat on him?
Kim was hot, rich, smart. he could get anyone he wanted but he had made Chay believe he wanted him, a fan of no significance.
So Kim cheating on him, It didn’t make any sense but it also didn’t hurt any less.
“I..I am gonna call P’Kim” Chay grimaced with Ohm when he heard how wet his voice sounded. He could already feel the wet trails on his cheek. No! He can’t cry every time he feels hurt. There are other emotional responses available beside tears too. He wiped his tears roughly and glared at Kim’s name on his phone.
It was Kim who fucked up. Chay should not be the one crying, it should be Kim. He dialed the number. It rang approximately 3 second before Kim picked it up.
“Baby.. hey what are you up to?” Kim’s carefree voice came through the receiver. Chay heart ached.
“I…how could you? You said you were busy with recording and tour practices and I…I.. understood. But I am done. I can’t keep letting you walk all over my heart again and again. I hope you and her happy together.” Chay didn’t realize he had started crying at the end it.
“What! What’s going on Chay? What are you talking about?!!!!” Kim sound confused and panicked.
“I know everything P’Kim. I saw everything” Chay hiccuped.
“Know what!! Saw what! Chay what are you talking about!!?”
“Goodbye P’Kim, hope you are happy”
“No! Chay wai….” Chay hang up the phone.
He felt spent all of a sudden. He just wanted to be home, he wanted his bed. His bed was the only thing that seems to stay constant in his life. It was the same bed he had insisted on bringing from their old house because Chay couldn’t make himself fall asleep on the new one. The new environment, strange people made his skin itch. He wanted something familiar. Something his. His brother had agreed within seconds.
“I want to go home” Chay whispered.
“Yeah..yeah of course. Let me just…wait I’ll be right back” Ohm ran off outside. Probably to get the bodyguards who had ‘supposedly left after dropping him off’ to drive him back to the compound.
Chay didn’t even say anything when they materialized outside Ohm’s home within minutes. He quietly got in the car and asked to be taken home.
When Kim burst into his room, Chay had to stop himself from flinging himself on him. He hadn’t seen him in week and he missed him.
Wait, Kim cheated on him. Right, he was here to explain and grovel, once again. Anger and rage was a new emotional response for Chay but they broke out of him without warnings.
He threw the guitar pick at Kim. It touched Kim’s chest and fall on the floor with slight thump.
I should have thrown the guitar instead. Nope!
Chay Stop. Violence is never the answer. Ughh living in mafia world was definitely influencing him and not in the way he would liked.
But here was Kim, staring at him with all the love in his eyes and Chay’s inside was already turning into mush once again. Suddenly there were so many feelings, emotions inside him, wanting to be set free. He felt like his heart was too big for his chest.
It was suffocating him in warmth and desire. He wanted to let them lose, but he had to stand his ground.
Stupid, Asshole Kim.
Stupid, asshole, cheating Kim.
Yes Chay. That’s it. Don’t lose the objective here now just cause love of your life is looking at you like you’re his love of his life.
“Chay baby” Kim took a step forward, Chay took a step back.
“Nope! Stop right there P’Kim, you can talk from
Right there. Just be thankful I am even letting you in the room” Chay seeth out. He wanted to pat himself on the back for how vengeful his voice sounded. Good job Chay.
“Please sweetheart, you know for a fact it’s not true. that’s the only reason you’re even letting me in. You know what you are to me” Kim looked heartbroken.
“Do I P’Kim” Chay bit back. “For last 3 week, I have hardly seen you and even in FaceTime or phone calls or even texts, it barley last more than a minute and that’s only because I keep pushing for more time”
“That’s not true”
“But it is P’Kim, and I was okey with it. I was more than happy to adjust to your schedule because I know how much music means to you because it means a lot to me too. I was just thankful you care even a little for me but I am not so sure anymore. It just hurts. I don’t really like this feeling anymore” Chay didn’t realize how small his voice had gotten at the end.
He focused on his trembling hands. He couldn’t bare to look at Kim. That’s why he didn’t see Kim walking forward until he was manhandled in the couch and suddenly he was straddling Kim.
“Baby there is nothing in this world more important to me than you. I am sorry I ever made you doubt that. I love music and it’s always been an escape for me but you Chay, you are my safe space. My light. My salvation. That picture, if I find out who took it, I am personally going to rip their arms out”
“So you admit it was you”
“Yes…but it was a job. Pa called and I didn’t want to tell you because I know how you would feel about it”
“Oh. still you should have mentioned it” Chay felt silly now. “Do all your job includes strange women in your lap” there was that bit Chay a lost a little awhile ago.
“No! Of course not! She was the city council’s daughter. Apparently he’s been double crossing us for a little awhile and Pa wanted me to remind him of his place”
“Di..did you kill him…?”
“No, I just remind him of his place and his daughter, safe to say will never want to see this face again” Kim smirked.
“Okey”
“Okey? We are okey then?” Kim asked. Hopeful.
“Yes because i am emotionally exhausted” Chay slumped on top of Kim.
“Stay with me this weekend then baby. I’ll cancled everything and you and I can spend it however you want”
“You don’t have to do that P’Kim”
“I want to baby”
“Well I’ll stay the weekend but you don’t have to cancel your work”
“Chay”
“No because you aren’t allowed to touch me for next 24 hour so you might as well work” Chay informed as he got up from Kim’s lap.
“Wha.. why can’t I touch you?” Kim made grabby hand at Chay.
“Think of it as your punishment for making me go through all that”
“But we just worked it out, you forgave me. Come on baby” Kim whined.
“Nope! Now let me pack. I am gonna stay the whole weekend and maybe we can play that new game. Ohm let me borrow it, apparently it’s really good, you’ll play with me won’t P’Kim” Chay asked all innocently.
Kim just groaned.
Kim was dying. Any minute now, his soul is going to leave his body. He couldn’t do this anymore.
He hadn’t touch Chay in 2 days and damn if he wasn’t going to have that boy in his arm the moment he walked through the door.
Chay made kim feel things he didn’t think were possible. Kim had never been in a relationship before but he’s been with other men before Chay. He had held them, touch them, kiss them. But with Chay it was never enough. This constant need, constant desire to have him in his arms, to hide him from the rest of world. Keep him safe and happy in his arms. It was overwhelming.
When Chay smiled at him, the way his eyes would soften, Kim’s hard edges would subsided. Kim’s heart always felt close to bursting.
Kim was possessive of him, his smiles, his scent, his touch, his laugh. him.
Chay had been getting strong, his training practices with Porsche and occasionally with Kim had done amazing things to his body and Kim loved it. The stamina especially.
But Kim was stronger, when he needed to be, and he was physically bigger than Chay even though Chay had grown slightly taller than him in last few month. But no matter what resistance Chay put up, he was gonna have his boy in his arm one way or another.
Practice had been torture and way too long for Kim’s likening. He was really starting to dislike the idea of touring. His only reassurance was that Chay was coming to most of them.
But the Practices for the tour had taken way too much of his time. Despite trying his best, Kim found it really hard to focus on it. This didn't go unnoticed by any of Kim’s back crew but none commented.
The dark aura that was emitting from Kim was enough to make them not question the man what was going on.
Honestly, they had seen Kim, well Wik for them, angry, sad, moody, pissed and all his other emotions before but this was new. None of them knew how to approach him. The murderous looked he had on also kept them at bay.
The moment practice ended, Kim practically bolted from the room with "see ya" that got lost as the door slammed behind him.
The everyone inside the room looked at each other in daze and confusion. Letting out breaths none them knew they were holding.
Who knew Wik was capable of looking that scary. Everyone prayed that they never become the reason for that look, especially if his hands was capable of doing what his eyes threaten.
The sun was setting. The sky colored itself in brilliantly vibrant colors of red and orange as purple peeked through. Kim jumped out his car and toss the key to the valet.
The sun was gradually losing its ray of light below the horizon, the fleeting colors of dusk fading away. But that beauty held nothing to what awaited for Kim in his apartment as he stood breathless in front of the door. He could hear the loud music Chay was playing inside. He’s probably dancing to it too, swaying his hip side to side… Kim swallowed.
Kim fumbled with the keyped, cussing when he pushed in the incorrect numbers in hurry. He made himself slow down and take a deep breath before punching in again then loudly opened the door.
Chay.
That was all Kim could think of as he slammed the door shut behind him. He was about to scream his name when the man himself stood in front of him, toweling his wet hair, an indication that he had just showered, music still loud in the background.
Kim breath hitched. Chay tend to have that affect on him often.
He was sweaty from practice. He didn't care. And it seems neither did Chay when their body collided.
Lips seeking, licking, bitting, touching, hands roaming all over each other's body. It was as if they been starve for days.
Kim groaned into Chay’s mouth, pushing his tongue inside as he tasted him. Finally. Two days of torture, of not kissing him, touching him, tasting him. It had been hell.
Kim slipped his hand inside Chay’s shirt, need to touch his skin, to taste it, as he broke off the kiss and lauched his attack on Chay’s neck, bitting and nibbling, leaving angry red marks on his trails.
Chay leaned his head back, giving Kim more access as his hands threaded into his hair. Even though it was Chay who had set the punishment and forced Kim to not touch him for two whole day. Additional day was add when Kim tackled him and broke the rule. He actually love the whole thing but Kim didn’t need a bigger ego so instead it was more fun to punish him. Watching Kim struggle to break Chay’s rule and the need to touch him was doing wonders for Chay’s confidence despite the fact he felt like he was punishing himself too.
Honestly, they were equally hungry for each other and neither of them knew who had kissed who first in their moment of desire. Minute the sun dip below the horizon, their lips had found each other.
Right now, this moment, it was all theirs, just them as they devoured each other. lewd noises echo inside the room as Kim hoisted Chay up and started making for their room. Wrapping his legs around Kim waist, Chay anchored himself. Seeking friction his body demanded.
Entering the bedroom, Kim threw Chay on the bed and proceeded to climb on top of him, mouth seeking Chay’s.
All of a sudden, growled echoed off the bedroom wall.
"What was that?" Chay asked, breathless.
"Nothing..don't think about it" Kim mumble, refusing to leave Chay’s mouth.
Then it happened again. And again.
"hungry?” Chay mumble into Kim’s mouth, pushing Kim off of him.
"Let me eat you" Kim husky voice pierced the room, lowering himself to kiss Chay’s neck.
"I am serious P’Kim " Chay whined.
"So am I" Kim’s voice was dangerously dark, making Chay whimper and arch his back.
"Fuck baby, you're perfect" Kim breathe, pulling his shirt over his head. At that very moment, his stomach uncharacteristically decided to cry above Chay’s face once again.
"Let's eat first" Chay couldn’t help but laugh at the whole situation as he slithered out Kim’s hold.
"No….No!! baby, come here!" Kim reached for Chay but he was already out of bed.
"Chay, get the fuck back here!" Kim all but growled.
"I am hungry and so are you, so let eat first and then you can do whatever you want"
"Let me do whatever I want first and then we'll eat" Kim followed.
"No, we are eating first" finality in Chay’s voice was clear. "Now, where's the food?"
He turned toward Kim who was still looking at him with lustful eyes.
"Haven't you tortured me enough?" Kim demanded. "Two fucking day of not touching and kissing, was that not enough?"
"I let you hold me the other day" Chay replied nonchalantly, heading for the door where Kim had dropped his bag earlier.
"I tackled you and you fought me until i won" came a whinny reply, seeing that he wasn't going to win this. "And then you added another day for doing that" he mumbled.
"Mm" was all Chay said as he picked up Kim’s discard bagpack and looked around. Seeing nothing else, Chay slowly turned to face Kim.
"P’Kim, where is the dinner you were suppose to buy for us on your way back home?" Chay voice was low and there was a edge to it that Kim knew well.
Fuck, he was so hungry for Chay, he had forgotten all about it. In fact, he had ran straight out of the studio, directly into Chay’s mouth.
"I wanted to eat you" Kim answered sheepishly.
"P’Kim" Chay was not happy, especially when he is hungry. Now he was hungry and horny. Kim was not making the situation any better as he bashfully stared at Chay.
"Let's see what we have in the fridge" signing Chay walked toward the kitchen.
"Umm" Kim backed out of the way, averting his eye.
"What?" Chay asked, when Kim refused to meet his eyes. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, Kim couldn't take it anymore.
"There is nothing in the fridge" Kim mumble, still not looking at Chay.
"The left over pizza from yesterday...??"
"I got hungry around 3 am and.... I..I..ate them last night..." still not looking at Chay but he could feel the anger emitting in waves from the man in front of him.
"So there is no food at home" Chay reiterate calmly but Kim knew that voice. So much for not letting Chay out of arm. He be lucky to sleep on the same bed tonight.
"Put your stupid shirt back on and let's go out to eat" Chay all but growl as he walked back into the bedroom to look for pair of sweatpant to wear.
Why couldn’t they just order in instead. Kim pouted. They could do other activities while waiting for food. Kim was still standing in daze as Chay existed the room with Kim’s gray sweatpants.
"P’KIM" Chay complained as he went to put his shoes on. Kim all but ran inside the room and came back out while still slipping his hands into the shirt.
Faster they go get food, faster he can eat Chay. With a smile on his face, he followed Chay out door.
Two Idiots in love left the apartment, hungry and horny.