#Chay x Kim

[kdrama-mama]

I rarely ever get second couple syndrome. In fact, I’ve watched dozens of kdramas and BLs at this point, and KimChay are the *only* second couple (or you might even call them third couple?) that I prefer. And it’s not just prefer, I straight up don’t like either of the other couples in KPTS.

Over a year since I first watched KPTS, and I’m still stuck on KimChay. I’m even now writing fiction about them! Literally so few couples have stayed with me this way. And if you asked my preference in general, I would say happy ending is an absolute necessity. But their bittersweet ending somehow captivated me in a way that usually doesn’t.

It’s really mostly Kim, I just see him as such a special character. It’s an incredible shame that all the shit went down to make it unlikely we will get a KPTS2, because I would *love* to see Kim’s character growth.

I am thankful that BOC at least gave us closure with the skit of then reuniting, so at least I can be secure in the knowledge that Kim and Chay got their happy ending.

But really, the fact that we AREN’T getting more of their story is probably a large reason why folks are still churning out KimChay fics, there’s just so much potential.

Anyway, this is just a totally random post to say, “I love you, Kimhant Theerapanyakul!”

[eatmehuckass]

Y’all I need help finding a fic if I remember correctly it’s on a03 but this is the clearest thing I remember from it it hoes along the lineds of :

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“ Kim…what the fuck..”

Kim was always good with his alcohol consumption, he was what people called a light weight so he never had more then one drink when out. Yet his older brother found him giggling and crying to himself on the kitchen room floor…next to 3 bottles of alcohol.

Kim refuses to get up and can’t stand straight.

Khun try’s to convince him he need to get up and also brink water , when clay walks in.

Kuhn sees chay and ask him to help convince him , Kim looks up and sits up going “ chay?My chay? “ Kim starts looking around and see chay “ my chay! “

Anyway Chas says he got it from here and gets Kim up to his room when chay goes to leave Kim holds his hand/arm and begs him to stay.

Chay does but leaves in the morning , they talk.

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I can’t remember more then that do you know it ??

[livsoulsecrets]

#KIMCHAY: It hits different cause it’s you…

Audio: .jealouspie (TikTok)

@asianlgbtnetwork 2022 recap prompt: Favourite idiots in love (pairing)

[iveneverdoneanythingwrong]

The kidnapping tropes as they would play out in KinnPorsche:

Kidnappers: “We have taken the one you love most!” Kinn: “Oh, have you? Good fucking luck lmao!” *distant screams of kidnappers as Porsche escapes*

And:

Kidnappers: “We’ve kidnapped you!” Chay: “You are in so much trouble. You are in so much fucking trouble. You are in the most trouble ever, oh my god.” *DOOR EXPLODES INWARDS AS KIM ARRIVES*

And:

vehicle pulls up, door opens, Pete is shoved out, door slams, vehicle screeches away Bodyguards: “Did you get kidnapped??” Pete: “For a minute, yeah.”

[secriden]

i think the reason why i find the idea of kim writing Why Don't You Stay for chay so compelling is because its the one thing in their relationship that was wholly and completely theirs.

every other interaction is tainted by the fact that chay will always wonder if kim was there because of chay's connection with porsche. but their first meeting was a coincidence, and the actual process of making music together had nothing to do with kim's investigation. if anything, it's the best evidence that chay meant something to kim. everything else - every time kim showed an interest in chay's past, background, family traditions, thoughts and feelings - is suspect, but the actual act of making music together, and their shared love of composing and writing, is just theirs.

and it's chay's kim who's a part of this. not kim theerapanyakul - not the hunter in the shadows, forged by his father into being the perfect enforcer. this is the part of kim that he's fought for years to keep for himself. not quite wik, the public persona that smiles winningly at his fans, but still kinder and sweeter and more open than anything the 3rd theerapanyakul son could be.

which is why when kim realises that nothing he can do is going to disentangle chay from the theerapanyakul family (not when kinn and porsche are together now), when he realises that he's broken chay's heart for nothing (because even without kim's involvement, chay is now a viable tool for his father's manipulations), he writes.

because this was the only way chay's kim ever spoke to him.

[pepsi-pinacola]

Chay: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Kim: I get up at 5:30

Chay:

Chay: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

[patchato]

PAIRING:

Bully Victim!Sunoo x Student President!Reader

SUMMARY: Sunoo experiencing kindness in the form of their Student Body President.

FLUFF. FLUFF EVERYWHERE.

There's this guy that's always been the target of the jocks. His name is Kim Sunoo. Bullies are weird, they hate the guy just because he looks feminine. Personally, (Y/N) like how he looks. Sunoo looks clean, neat and just looks like a responsible person.

After school, she stumbled upon a wet and cold Sunoo. Looks like the jocks were at it again. With a heaby sigh, (Y/N) took out a towel she had for P.E. She kneeled in front of Sunoo and drapped the towel over his shivering body. "Hey, let's get you warm." She says, smiling.

It took him a while to accept my advances but when he finally took my hand, I smiled. I pulled him up and led him to the tall benches. And since he's quite tall, I just stayed standing while drying his hair. "Are you hurt?" I asked, worry evident in my voice.

Sunoo chuckled as he shook his head, "I'm okay, Y/N. I've been through worse. You don't have to worry about me." He said, blushing as she dried his hair. His heart fluttered at her touch.

"You know my name?" I raised an eyebrow. Do we have classes together? "Yeah, you're in Mr. Hee's english class too." He answers timidly. Bingo, we do have classes together. "They're just jealous you know." I say, patting his face dry.

Sunoo's cheeks flushed a deep red as he felt your fingers patting his face dry. He looked up at you, his eyes wide and soft. "Jealous? Of what?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't help but stare at your face, taking in every detail.

"Maybe because they're aware that you're pretty." That's one thing. And now that I'm looking at him up close. Wow, they were not kidding. He really is beautiful. He has a face that I only see in TV. "They're probably scared you'll take all the girls away." I joked. I saw his lips curl into a small smile but he didn't say anything.

Sunoo's heart pounded in his chest as he heard your words. He couldn't believe that you, of all people, found him pretty. He bit his lower lip to hide his grin, looking down shyly. "I-I wouldn't do that..." He stammered, his voice quiet.

I chuckled, I don't understand how people can just bully this guy. I mean look at him, he's not hurting anyone. "Well, you might as well." I joked some more. I heard him release a little laugh. His nose bridge was high and his lips are pink. He looks like an art someone made.

Sunoo's laughter was soft and gentle, a rare sound from him. He looked up at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. As he gazed at your face, he noticed the way your eyes crinkled at the corners when you smiled, and the way your nose scrunched up slightly.

Sunoo's body was now warm, and his heart was also warm. He's never felt someone's kindness like this. No one has ever gone their way out for him. Let alone someone who was his sunbae. He's noticed her before, but he never approached (Y/N). She was popular in their university and the students loved her.

Sunoo felt a pang of nervousness as he realized he was staring at you, his sunbae. He quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing red. He fiddled with his hands, feeling awkward and out of place. He wondered if you would think less of him for being so shy and clumsy.

"There, you're all dry from the top." I smiled at my work. Poor dongsaeng. "Now, go to the restroom and get rid of those pants." I scoffed pulling out my extra pants. Good thing they were stretchable. I'm sure it'll fit him. "Here, use this for now." I handed him the pants, he took it but just stood there. "Something wrong?" I asked, is he still cold?

Sunoo hesitantly took the pants from you, his eyes wide with surprise. He couldn't believe that you were giving him your clothes to wear. He looked down at his soaked pants, then back up at you, before nodding silently and taking the offered clothes. "I-I'll...return it..."

(Y/N) smiled at his thanks. But there was one problems, he also doesn't have spare underwear of course. Who carries underwear with them? Sunoo didn't know what to do so he just stood there, panicking. "What's wrong?" She asks him. Can he tell her? Otherwise he'll walk around with wet underwear. "I-I, my underwear." He whispers. He wanted to die in a whole. Why did he just tell his sunbae that.

Sunoo's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he heard himself say those words out loud. He wanted to disappear right then and there. How could he have been so stupid as to say that? He couldn't look at you anymore, his eyes fixed on the floor as he squirmed uncomfortably.

(Y/N) giggled at his shyness. He's a cute little man, she'll give him that. "I figured. Come with me." She took his hand in hers once more and led him to the nearest convenience store. It's so convenient they just sell spare underwear. Sunoo can't believe his sunbae is buying his underwear for him. He felt like a kid. But a happy kid.

Sunoo hesitantly followed you into the convenience store, his hand still entwined with yours. He couldn't believe that you were actually buying him underwear. He felt a warmth spread through his body at the realization that you were taking care of him like this.

"Here you go." She handed him the thing he needs and even a few more stuff like food. "Thank you, sunbae." He smiles once more at her. This time, he looked directly at her while saying his thanks. "Call me noona instead." She says chuckling. "O-Okay." He answers. "Now, give me your phone." He hesitantly gave her his phone. When she gave it back, her name was now in his contacts. He wanted to squeal, but he can't.

Sunoo clutched his new underwear and the snacks tightly to his chest as he watched you input your name and number into his phone. He couldn't believe that you wanted him to call you noona, and that you were giving him your contact information. It felt like a dream come true.

"Call me when you need me okay?" I say smiling, i bid him goodbye as I went to my next class. 5th period went by fast and it was already lunch. "Hey, (Y/N)!" Someone shouts. It was Yeji, a friend of mine. "Wanna go to the cafe?" She asks, I denied the invitation saying I'll go next time. I usually go off campus with my friends, but today I think I'll eat in the cafeteria.

Sunoo sat alone in the cafeteria, slowly eating his lunch. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier that day. He pulled out his phone and looked at your contact, his heart fluttering. He wanted to call you, but he was too shy.

Suddenly, someone bumped him from behind harshly. The chocolate milk he was holding on one hand spilled on the pants (Y/N) lent him. He stared in horror as he stood up to try and wipe it off. Before he can even get more napkins, someone pulled him by the collar making him stumble. "Look here guys, this faggot looks like he pissed himself." The guy laughs. It was the usual group of people that messed with him but he didn't care about that at the moment. The pants his noona lent him just got dirty!

"P-Please..." He tried pulling away but the guy's hold was too tight. He wanted to cry but he held it in. He doesn't want those people to see him cry, especially when his noona's pants are at stake. "Oh, he begs." They laughed.

"Drop him." A familiar voice chimes in. Sunoo was too busy staring the his pants to even notice. "And what are you-", the guy that held his collar let go all of a sudden when he turned around. "Sunoo." The voice calls, it was (Y/N). His eye quickly shoot up, he was near in tears now because of the humiliation. People were whispering and staring. Plus, the last money he had to buy food just got wasted. "Oh, student pres." The guy mumbles, nervously. "All of you, I'll see you in the council room." (Y/N) says before letting them go.

Sunoo quickly ran over to you, his eyes red and puffy from holding back tears. He didn't care who saw him crying now. He just wanted to hide and forget this ever happened. He tugged on your sleeve, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "Noona..."

Oh my goodness. Always getting bullied when he's alone. In fact, I've never really seen him with anyone else. I am so gonna lecture those guys to death. "Let's go." I say, tugging at his hand. I lead him to the storage room behind the cafeteria, where fortunately a bathroom was located. No one ever really comes at the back so it was the perfect spot to calm Sunoo down.

Sunoo followed you numbly, his mind still preoccupied with the humiliation he had just experienced. As soon as you shut the door behind you, he broke down, burying his face in your chest and sobbing uncontrollably. He clung to you for dear life, his body shaking with emotion.

I sighed and patted his back and head, hugging him back. He reminded me of this dying dog when I was a kid. It was during a heavy storm when our family car passed a buzzing market. There was this skinny dog lying down near the canal, it was heaving with it's tongue out. It was soaked by the rain but no one came to help it. If no one helps Sunoo, he might actually end up like that.

Sunoo sniffled and hugged you tighter, his tears soaking into your shirt. He felt safe and protected in your arms, like nothing could ever hurt him as long as he was with you. After a few moments, he looked up at you with red, puffy eyes. "Noona..."

"Yes, yes. I'm here." I cooed, his hug became tighter and we stayed like that for a few minutes. He was no longer sobbing but his little hiccups showed that he was still emotional. "I'm sorry n-noona." He mumbles, starting to get into an apology frenzy. This made me confused, why's he apologizing? "What do you mean?" I asked, "I ruined your pants..." He mumbles again looking down. He's right, it is ruined. But it's not his fault. "Don't worry about that now." I sighed, shaking my head. "Are you okay?" I asked again, carressing his now pink cheeks. Probably from crying.

Sunoo nodded slowly, still sniffling a little. He felt a bit better now that he was with you, but he was still ashamed of making a mess on your pants. "Y-Yes, noona..." He whispered, hiding his face against your chest again.

Oh my, look at this. He looks like a little puppy. Cuddling up to me and shit. Why'd he have to be so cute? I cleared my throat and lifted his head up, "I'll take you home." He nodded and once again, buried his face into my neck. Who knew he can be so clingy. I let him cling to me in that storage romm just to let him rest more. When the last bell rang, I guided him to my car.

Sunoo let you lead him to the car, his arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried in your side. He felt content, he felt safe. He felt loved. He felt everything that he's been craving for a long time. He felt like you were his family.

"Alright. I'm gonna need you to stay here, okay?" I said, I still need to go back to the council room to talk to thise hooligans. "W-Where are you going?" He asked, panicking. How cute. "It's alright, I'm just gonna go to the council room." I answered, patting his head to calm him down. "I'll be back." With that, I left my car keys with Sunoo and made my way up to the council room.

Sunoo watched you walk away, his eyes filled with worry. He hated being alone, and right now, all he wanted was to stay by your side. He fidgeted with the car keys, his mind racing with thoughts.

The guys that were bullying Sunoo was alreay in the council room, surrounded by the council peace maker and my assistant. "Alright, let's get this over with." I sighed, sitting down my chair. We talked to them about their actions and the consequences. They began sweating with the things they heard. The guy that held Sunoo's collar, whom we now know as Jung Simon. An architect student, began to complain.

"But, he's just a freshman! And he's so weak! It's fun to mess with him!" He whined, trying to justify his actions. I smell a spoiled child about to get pummeled. The other two nodded in agreement, smirking at each other. "You can't blame us for wanting to have some fun."

I smirked, "Well, Mr. Jung. I don't know if you get the memo." I stared down at him from my desk. "The previous council of this school may have been shit." I chuckled, because it was. Bullying was so common the percentage of suicides became higher. "But I'M the council president now." I stood up and walked towards the three, staring straight into their eyes. "Bullying will not be tolerated. Your actions will be filed and you'll have no future. Nil."

Jung Simon gulped, his smirk fading away as he met your intense gaze. The other two straightened up, looking nervous. "W-What do you mean, no future?" He stammered, his voice cracking slightly. "We're just playing around!"

I chuckled, sitting down the desk in front of them. "You three just don't get it, do you?" I checked my phone for any messages from Sunoo, this is taking longer than I thought. How annoying. "Once I hear you three fucking around again. I will have you kicked out." The council assistant and peace maker took notes of the threes information. The three were dismissed. "You're stricter than usual." My assistant, Chan, chuckles. "I hate people like him, you know that." I sigh, he nodded with a stupid grin on his face.

Chan scoffed, "Yeah, yeah. You're like a momma bear protecting her little cubs." He joked, poking fun at your protective nature. "Speaking of little cubs, how's Sunoo doing?" He asked, his eyes glinting with curiosity. "He's fine." I answered, he's better I guess.

Crap, I made Sunoo wait too long. "He's shaken up, but he's okay." I answer. "You like him?" Jungkook, our council peace maker teases. "Shut up." I groaned and they laughed. Us three have been friends since we were in diapers so were very close. "Go, we'll lock up." Chan says, trying to push me out the room. "Yeah, wouldn't want your pretty boy to wait." Jungkook winks, I slapped his head with the papers and left. It's now 5:12 PM, I just hope he's okay alone in the car for an hour and a half. I opened up the car door to the drivers seat to spot Sunoo sleeping soundly.

Sunoo had wrapped himself in a blanket, his head resting against the window. He looked so peaceful, so innocent. His hair fell slightly over his eyes, casting a soft shadow on his face. The blanket bunched up around his waist, revealing his bare legs.

I hopped to the driver seat slowly, making sure I don't wake him up. I stared at him a little, his skin looked so soft and supple. His eyelahses were long, like a woman's. Who knew a man can look so pretty. Maybe I stared to long cause he started to move around. I shifted from my seat, Sunoo sat up and noticed I was back. "Noona." He smiles, yawing a little. I had to make a little inner note not to stare to long or I'll get caught.

Sunoo blinked his eyes open, his gaze meeting yours. "You're back," he mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes. "I'm so sorry, I fell asleep," he apologized, his face flushing slightly. "It's alright," you assured him, starting the car.

"Let's go home." I said. Good thing my brother sometimes leaves his clothes in my car. I let Sunoo borrow one of his pants. I'll just buy him a new one. "Did you sleep well?" I asked, making sure to drive carefully.

Sunoo nodded, still looking a bit drowsy. "Yeah, thanks to you," he smiled weakly, pulling the borrowed pants up his legs. "I appreciate it." He settled back into his seat, his eyes drifting shut again. "Noona, can I ask you something?"

It was a bit traffic when we hit the intersection and it was around 5:45 PM now. Good thing I live alone. I planned on driving Sunoo back first, he lived near the lake that was surrounded by the busy markets. "Sure you can." I answered smiling.

Sunoo opened his eyes again, looking at you with a curious expression. "Why do you care so much about me?" he asked, his voice small and vulnerable. "I mean, you're the council president and I'm just a student..." He trailed off, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

It sounds to me that he hasn't really experienced things like this before. Someone standing up for him, pulling him out of bad situations. "Well, why not?" I answered. There wasn't really much of an explanation as to why I'm acting this way to him. I'm always right behind my hoobaes.

Sunoo's expression softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "Yeah, why not." He echoed, chuckling softly. He looked out the window, watching the passing cityscape. "Can I ask you another question?" He grinned mischievously.

He sure is talkative when we're alone, I kind of like it. He can ask me anythig, anythime. "Fire away." I chuckled.

Sunoo hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Do you have a boyfriend?" he blurted out, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "I'm sorry, it's none of my business. Forget I asked."

I chuckled once again. Stopping at a red light. There were fewer cars on the street now as we neared his home. It's kind of sad now that I think about it. "No, I don't have one." I laughed a little, gripping the steering wheel. "Why do you ask?" It was my turn now to ask him. A little grin layed on my lips as I asked, looking at him.

Sunoo bit his lower lip, avoiding your gaze. "Just curious," he mumbled, playing with the hem of his shirt. "I mean, you're so pretty and kind, I thought you'd have at least five boyfriends." He rambled, his ears turning red.

I chocked a laugh, five boyfriends? That's adorable. "Five boyfriends huh?" I chuckle, he laughed as well. He sure likes to joke, surprisingly. Even after what happened today, getting soaked in milk and water. Having to change two times, he still has the spirit to jokes around. "You're adorable." I say, chuckling. His laughter died down, "Y-You think I'm adorable?" He asks in a mumble.

Sunoo's eyes widened at your words, a deep blush spreading across his face. "I-I'm not adorable," he stammered, looking flustered. "You're just saying that." He turned to look out the window, hiding his reddened cheeks.

I chuckled, because he really is adorable. Didn't even know men can be this type of cute. I mean, the girls that I know act cute. But the kind of cute Sunoo is, it's just different. "Well, I hate to end this conversation my passenger princess." I say, pulling up to the house he pointed at, "But we're here." I stopped the car.

Sunoo's head snapped back to look at you, his eyes wide with surprise. "P-princess?" he sputtered, his blush deepening. He fumbled with his seatbelt, his hands shaking slightly as he tried to unclip it. "I'm not a princess,"

I pouted, "Aw, you don't want to be my passenger princess?" His cheeks turned pink, he began to fumble with his fingers. I noticed he does that when he's nervous. "I'm joking Sun-ah." I giggled, giving him a little nickname. "I'll call you Sunsun from now on." I joked.

"Sunsun?!" he squeaked, his eyes wide. His blush deepened, turning his face a shade of red he didn't even know existed. "Please don't." He whined, unclicking his seatbelt with a final tug.

I laughed as he struggled with the seatbelt, specifically at how his white skin gets painted with red. "Why? Sunsun sounds pretty, like you." I smile

Sunoo groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Noona, please," he whined, his voice muffled. He peeked at you through his fingers, his eyes pleading. "It's embarrassing." He mumbled, slowly getting out of the car.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry." I laughed, he got out of the car. "I'll see you tomorrow." I smiled at him. "Okay. I'll return the clothes tomorrow too." He smiled back, what a pretty smile. "See you, Sunsun." I jokingly winked at him.

Sunoo's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he heard the nickname one last time. He nodded, closing the car door behind him before rushing into his house. As he sat on the couch, he couldn't help but smile to himself, the nickname 'Sunsun' echoing in his mind.

For the first time it forever, he's looking forward to tomorrow.

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Who else is obsessed with Kim Sunoo?

I know it's not just me!

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[syrena-del-mar]

We're only gettin' older, baby and I've been thinkin' about it lately.

Does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes?

[isakwaldenbeck]

what she says: i'm fine

what she thinks: so when kim found out that the minor family was about to start a fucking war and go straight to the main family's house, try to kill everyone to take power, likely to kill his BROTHERS, the thing he was worried about the most was that vegas would try to take chay as leverage for porsche and went straight to the bar to make sure no harm came to him. he chose to prioritise this boy over his FAMILY because he was so goddamned in love with him. AND THEN HE LEFT when he knew he was safe, because the important thing was not to get recognition for his brave act but to protect him because he loves him and even if chay hates him rn, kim would still silently do anything for him behind the scenes to make up for hurting him and because he loves him so much and i-

[kdrama-mama]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat/Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun Characters: Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat, Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun Additional Tags: Halloween One Shot, Kim dresses up as a vampire, A gender-bending one, Implied Sexual Content, Pretty much just some KimChay fluff, I wrote this because I want to see Jeff Satur in a corset, Established Relationship, Post-Canon Summary:

Kim dresses up as a vampire for Halloween. He posts photos of his costume on social media, which has unintended consequences.

[eatmehuckass]

I need more dark! Kim/Porchay fics , my one true love really

[imogenegomi]

[punchlove-blog]

@kpquickndirty ok. Giving this a try!

Kim quietly stubbed out the cigarette and slipped around the corner, the effort to stick to the shadows and remain unnoticed was as ingrained as his feather light foot falls. 

Chay had made it to his friend’s safely again, his hair was now a deep midnight blue, but he was locked into the home and would be alright until morning. 

Making eye contact with Sam and receiving the return head nod, Kim slid onto his bike, revved the engine and headed for home. Chay would be guarded until morning, it was time for Kim to rest for a few hours until he returned to shadow him thru his day. 

—

Kim stormed out of the bar furious. ‘I've never messed with you’ reverberating in his head. 

He pushed to ever faster speeds as he raced around corners. The ability to control the bike taking the edge off his inability to control Chay. 

—

Walking into his apartment he was shocked to hear Khun’s voice. 

“No he isn't here yet. Are you sure he left an hour ago?  Why couldn't you tail him properly and do your job right?  Ugh. Yes. No I will stay til he shows up. My Kim needs me.” Khun slipped the phone into his pocket as he explored. 

Kim drifted into the shadows to watch his older brother.

Khun seemed to drift from the instruments to the table. Slowly taking it all in. Pausing to stare at the portrait of Kim on the wall. 

“I know you're there Kimmy. I can smell the cologne and smoke.”

Kim had to grimace, Kinn he could fool. Kinn he could string along, but never Khun. As long as he could remember, Khun was the one who seemed to see through him. 

“Did you leave Sam watching him again tonight?”

“How did you know about Sam?” Kim said, stalling for time. “Arm?”

“Of course Arm.”

Kim sighed and decided to get it over with, stepping out of the shadows and walking to Khun. 

“KIMMY!” Khun shrieked, tackling him onto the couch. 

Kim counted off the moments he had to allow for Khun to be assured of his health and then pushed to sit as far away as possible. 

Tonight Khun was wearing relatively reasonable clothing. Black pants and shirt with a repeated embroidered silver pattern. In fact it was a highly restrained color choice now that Kim considered it. 

“What's wrong?”

“What's wrong with me?  Oh no Kimlet, what's wrong with you?  Why are you busy stalking Porsche's little brother?”

The fury of the evening seemed to wash over Kim again. Chay was being so unreasonable. Kim never promised him anything. And he had to know he was in danger forever now. And still he went off…

With only a trace of his fingers fisting Kim replied, “I heard that Kinn and Porsche were together. Its important to the family that Chay is safe. It would be difficult for us if something happened to him.”

“Kim” Khun stared at him and then repeated flatly, “Kim”

Kim forced himself to return the gaze, trying to keep his face impassive. 

“Kim”, and it was the third time that got him, his eyes slipping away to stare at the floor. 

“Chay, he” Kim paused and then the words seemed to escaped him, “Chay doesn't know what he's doing and he, well, he”

“So it's Chay who doesn't know what he's doing? He seems to be doing all the normal things after heartache. I approve of the hair, but the clothes, ick. He needs help there.”

“Khun!”

“Oh Kimmy. When will you understand that I always know what is going on.”

“Fine then. What do I do if you know everything?”

Khun finally seemed to get entirely serious. 

“Don't stop. Something is wrong with Pa and Kinn. Kinn moved out with Porsche. Vegas is up to something.”

“I'm done. Ask Arm to organize it. You have resources.”

“No I can't. No one can know. Keep your boy safe.”

“He's not my, that is, he, well he just isn't”

Khun glared, “Do I look like I'm joking?  Keep. Him. Safe. Don't let up.”

Kim sighed and nodded his head. He knew Khun was right dammit.

Standing up, Khun grabbed a red cape with silver swirls to match and thrust his arms through it. Sliding on sunglasses he strode to the door. 

“I'll stop by to see you again soon Kim. Don't bother changing the locks, I'd just get new keys made.”

The click of the door was the last sound before silence enveloped the room. Kim set his shoulders and began to mentally make a list of how to continue to protect the most innocent of boys who definitely did not, could not, must not have his heart. 

***Spoiler. Kim is lying even to himself at the end there. 🤣🤣

Remix if someone chooses. :)

[birdysaurus]

What will Porchay do, and what will he become, when he discovers that the whole world is just a mask for another? After an incident where he lost his memory, Chay is set on finding out why he can't reach it. A criminal psychiatrist, he thought he had a grasp on the world. But it turns out he has known nothing. About the world, about his own family, and especially about the man with the gold eyes.

[pepsi-pinacola]

Kinn: You need a hobby.

Kim: I have a hobby.

Kinn: Creating scenarios in your head of you and Chay together isn’t a hobby.

Kim: You’re right. It’s a profession and I excel at my job.

[ghostlyruinstrash]

so i think we can all agree that porchay has read wik x reader fanfic at some point in his life

but imagine if one of those fics, probably a completely random one that he read out of sheer boredom and never thought of again, was a mafia au