#KimChay fanfic

[live-from-flaturn]

"What do you MEAN that's now how it works!?"

Oh babe you get me. You understood the assignment and I love you. Kissing you directly on the brain.

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Chay is utterly confounded by his current situation. He isn't sure how this happened, but it's one of those things that "might as well happen", you know? Like at this point his life can't get any fucking weirder or more complicated (or so he'd thought).

"So, who and what are you?"

"I am Kimhan, of course. You summoned me, didn't you?"

"No... I sneezed."

"You sneezed a summoning spell for one of the most powerful Demons of the Twelve Hells."

"There's twelve?!"

"Yes, there are. But that's- That's not really the point, now is it?"

"Oh right. Demon summoning sneeze and all that. Uhm, well, I don't have any quest for you or anything so you can just go home, right?"

"That's not at all how this works."

"What do you MEAN that's not how it works?! You're a demon, I summoned you by accident but don't need your magical woo-woo powers or anything, and now you can go home!"

"Why don't you ask what my powers are before you dismiss me so easily?"

Chay really cannot believe the kind of day he's having. "Okay, Kimhan, what kind of demon are you?"

"I can't leave until we make an even exchange. Something of yours for something of mine."

Chay cocks his head to the side.

"A kiss."

"What?"

"A kiss. You can have my first kiss and I can have yours, right? I'm guessing this isn't something a summoner has asked you before."

"You'd be correct in that assumption, mortal."

"Chay! You can call me Chay."

"It's not very intelligent to give your name to demons, silly thing."

"It's not very intelligent to make your summoning spell sound like a loud sneeze."

"...A kiss it is."

TWO WEEKS LATER

"Fuck!" Chay almost drops his favorite pyrex bowl on the kitchen tile and shatters them both. "What the fuck are you doing back here?"

Kim stands sheepishly in the center of his living room, the tilted angle of his dark curled horns somehow expressing distress. "I have recently been informed that first kisses exchanged in the context of soul deals are rather uh... binding?"

"Are you telling me that we're basically demon married?"

Kim nods sheepishly,

"Porsche is going to fucking kill me."

[kimkhimhant]

dreaming in neon: a kimchay fic

Summary:

“You’re still too tense. There’s no point in dancing if you’re embarrassed about having a body. Own it,” Kim says, voice firm. “Your body is the only thing you have that’s entirely your own. Take control of it. Forget about everything else – you have nothing to lose here. Okay?” ~ Disowned at seventeen, Kim found himself in the red light district of Bangkok with no money and no dreams, but years later he's made a life for himself dancing at a high end strip club. When Porsche takes a mysterious job off-grid and disappears, eighteen year old Chay sets out in search of a job, and finds one as a busboy in club, where he quickly becomes enchanted by the club's most popular dancer, Wik. Alone and drifting through life without any real direction, Kim and Chay fall into each others' orbits.

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Rated E

[obscurecurse]

you guys i need a kimchay catfish au so bad. i don't know wtf my problem is. but for your considerationnnnnn:

Concept A - Kim gets catfished, obviously. Playing off the popular headcanon that Kim is a little out of touch and bad with technology, a catfish just starts sending Kim vague texts like, "it's been a long time. how are you?" Kim thinks it's Chay because he's in his feelings one night so he texts back like, "Chay? Is this you?" and the catfish (who can't believe that worked) replies, "yep it's me!" like Kim just walks right into it. And they talk for awhile and Kim thinks he's making amends, and he's so relieved that Chay is talking to him again, and eventually he runs into Chay and starts talking about something they'd texted about and Chay has no fucking idea what Kim is talking about. The angst. *chefs kiss* .

Concept B - "For a good time, call 000-000-0000 <3" Chay keeps writing WIꓘ's number in bathroom stalls for petty revenge. Kim can change his number easily, and he does. But Chay just asks Porsche to get his new number from Kinn (because Porsche is 100% down to help Chay make Kim squirm.) Kim has no idea who's doing it but his mafia brain gets activated so he texts one stranger back like, "Where did you get this number?" and they tell him the name of the bar. Kim starts casing the places where his number is written, intent on confronting this person. Every bar he goes to he crosses his number out with sharpie. But Chay just writes it again below. Eventually Kim writes, "WE NEED TO TALK. YOU HAVE MY NUMBER." Or maybe Kim catches Chay in the middle of rewriting it??? And now they are arguing in some gross bathroom at a bar. It's not the most romantic place to confess his love, but he's so overwhelmed that Chay is talking to him again. .

Concept C - Kim gets catfished but Chay's college roomate is the catfish, pretending to be Chay. Chay says he's over Kim but this roommate is tired of watching Chay mope around and avoid everyone who tries to flirt with him at parties. At the very least, they need to talk things out so Chay can move on... The roommate does not expect Kim to be so eager to reconcile. (The way Chay talked about him, the roommate thought he would be cold and disinterested.) Kim wants to meet so they can talk, and now this person will have to explain to an actual famous pop idol that they are not, in fact, Chay. The roommate thinks it's better to explain in person and say sorry so they agree to meet. Chay sees his roommate with Kim on campus and loses his cool. Kim is relieved Chay is there after all. Chaos ensues. Chay figures it out first he's like, "What the fuck is your problem?" And then he's mad at Kim, he's like "Why would I ever in a million years ask you to meet me at the tech center at a college library!? I thought you were a criminal mastermind! Do you even have a gun on you? What if it was someone trying to take you as a hostage?" (The roommate is quickly learning A LOT of new information about Chay's relationship with Kim.)

[currentlylivingonaprayer]

my top favorite kimchay fanfics

In no particular order

(Even though nobody asked)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/40707996

dancing with our hands tied by MajorinMonster

After Chay gets jumped by a rival mafia gang he decides he needs a reputation so people won't touch him again. Kim is just there, trying to get back into chays good books.

9/10 recommend

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https://archiveofourown.org/series/3061830

The idiots & idioms series by snickerdoodlles

Chay steals kims official wik account and post absolute unhinged things. Kim does nothing to stop him.

A must read for giggles

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/45252880

Five Minutes by littlemisslawyer

Chays is a doctor and has been sent out of Thailand for many years. The day he comes back and wants nothing more than to take a break from work Kim has the audacity to get shot right in front of him.

Lots of cussing and chay calling kim 'pretty boy' and 'asshole/bastard'. Perfect

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/43953225

Idolistic by ditchlilly

Wik centric fic. Kim likes to post false information of himself from a side account and chay somehow know what of the things he says are true or false. Kim gets suspicious and tries to find out who this boy is.

Lots of TENSION. And kittens. I absolutely love this one. Stayed awake till 3 am giggling so much I thought I would wake my family up. A must read. Definitely in my top 2.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/50830555

Progression by Azile (WitnessMarks)

Porchay trains to becomes stronger after their break up, kim, meanwhile, doesn't handel it well and then gets kidnapped. Chay is one of the people to come to his rescue. Kim comes back quite damaged and chay is one of the only people he feels really comfortable being around. Both of them are confronted with their still existing feelings for the other.

absolute masterpiece. Read in one sitting, even though it's still updating. Can only recommend. This story is batteling with Idolistic for first place.

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https://archiveofourown.org/series/3489094

The KIM IS SO LOVED series by wayupthere

No comment. Read the tags, you'll know what it's about.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/45749062

Idle Talk by Iamabudgie

After someone posts a blind item on a gossip site, Kim is forced to confront something he has been delaying for months.

Absolutely amazing. Much deeper plot than you think when you first start it. Updates are months apart, but they deliver every time. Definitely in my top 3.

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Edit:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52988125

I Fell for You by @liesineyes

Kims family treats him like absolute shit. Chay and Porsche just want to find out out why, while also planning to show Kim real family love.

Love this story. Not many chapters yet, but beautiful and makes me sad and happy at the same time.

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Edit edit:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52593382

BREAKING NEWS by Pens

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48575617

Back on the Beat by Pens

It's kimchay works, with the most beautiful fanart I've ever seen and it makes my cheeks ache form smiling.

Also check out their tumbler account @shou-jpeg for more kimchay content.

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and of course the overall classics like an elegant mechanism by Laughsalot3412, or meet me where the light greets the dark by froginthesun.

I know some of these authors are here on tumbler, but I habe no idea how to tag them in a post, so I will tag them in the comments. Please tell me if I forgot someone. Check out their accounts too.

Also, if you have a recommendation, I'm open for them.

[eatmehuckass]

You know what I am on the floor eating the shot out of it is when Kim has like a psychotic break and chay the only one that can break him out or like that one fic where Kim was shot and stuff and wouldn’t let anyone work on him and he tried to get up multiple times until chay walked in like give me more of wipped!kim more of toxic/toxic Kimchay and crazy/also crazy but hiss it type shit

[ae-azile]

Writing Kinn's sex talk with Kim. If anything, Kinn is the one getting embarrassed. Kim is having a great time. 🙃

[crescentlyautumn]

A little look at what I’m hoping to have the first chapter for done soon:

Voices rose and crashed like crescendos, along with the random chatter of neighbors down below the penthouse balcony. Chay felt his eyes go slightly heavy from the comfort of the day, but jolted awake as a new wave of cold covered his back.

“Here you are.” A scratchy voice sounded behind Chay, as legs and arms came to bracket him. A nose slotted behind his ear, and Chay automatically leaned into the embrace.

“Mnn,” Chay replied, and felt his stomach tightening into a coil made of butterflies. The nose traveled up and down behind the ear, before nosing at his jaw. Hands just as chilly started to need at his soft stomach, and made Chay almost whimper at the effect of the sensations.

Chay let the movements continue, even as his body started to shake a little from the drop in temperature. “Enjoying the view?” The voice was muffled from the marks now being gently applied to his jaw, but Chay just sighed as his brain turned to honey.

“I was, but I lost track of time.” The mouth sucked a slightly harsher mark just under Chay’s jaw, and Chay’s toes curled, while stretching his legs back out in front of him. “Hungry?” Chay must have guessed correctly, because a kitten lick fell next just a bit lower, from where a wet and soft pop was heard.

“Yes.” The reply was breathy, and Chay tried to force his eyes open, but the butterflies had left his stomach, and were now making their migration throughout his whole body. Chay moved one of his tanned hands over the paler ones still kneading his stomach. The cold appendage leached the warmth from Chay’s hand, as did the face he was now cradling with his other hand.

Chay could get lost in moments like this; happily dive down deep, and live among the freezing waters, never to be seen again. “May I drink?” Chay stayed above the waters long enough to utter a “yes” and “please,” before he felt his spine go straight as steel from the sudden burst of pain.

[mousydentist]

18. kim tongue ring 👀👀👀👀

omfg im gonna eviscerate tumblr ANYWAY i got another ask for this from @xxatlasxx but that has disappeared into the void so im answering this one

OK SO since i got two for this one i wrote a little extra (dont blame yall, that was objectively the best one on the list)

the whole idea from my doc:

kim tongue ring

……yeah thats it lmao. this entire idea was riding on vibes alone and the vibe was horny. so here’s 850 words of horny i wrote extremely quickly as soon as i had a break

Kim has always had several piercings, which Chay adores. When Wik had first appeared with his conch piercing, Chay extensively documented it on the fan wiki. He was there when Kim got his industrial (which he took without flinching) and saw him diligently clean it every morning and night until it had completely healed, even afterwards still taking good care of it. So when Chay finds a little bar with two balls on either end in Kim's bathroom, he doesn't think much of it, and it doesn't occur to him that it doesn’t look like a regular piercing at all. That is, until a couple weeks later, when he sees it’s missing from its spot, likely meaning Kim has it in. But he hasn’t noticed Kim changing any of his piercings, so he asks Kim where it went. And that’s when Kim's tongue lolls out of his mouth to reveal that, sure enough, the little bar is stuck through it. The black ball stands stark against the pink of Kim’s tongue, the very tongue that Chay had had down his throat just that morning, and soon after on his- Chay swallows thickly. “Did I not tell you I have a tongue piercing?” Chay shakes his head furiously, much to Kim's amusement. Then, because Kim wants him to die, he takes Chay’s hand, pulls the tip of Chay’s thumb into his mouth and sucks. Chay inhales shakily as Kim lavs over his finger, the tiny ball pressing into his skin in a way that Chay can’t help but imagine being replicated elsewhere. With the look Kim's giving him, he might not have to imagine. Chay's knees almost give out when Kim hollows his cheeks around his finger, teeth teasing the top of his thumb while his piercing strokes the bottom. Kim does this all while making obscene noises and bobbing his head, excessively so, his exaggerated manner an obvious imitation of something else. Finally, mercifully, Kim lets go of him, pulling off his thumb with a dramatic pop. Chay would be lying if he said he couldn’t feel himself straining against his pants. As soon as Kim lets him go, Chay tangles his fingers in Kim’s hair and hauls him in for a bruising kiss. He needs to know how it feels in his own mouth and- Fuck. Their tongues clash together messily, a spike of pleasure shooting through Chay every time he feels the tongue ring run along his. Kim hooks his fingers through Chay’s belt loops and pulls his hips in to grind against each other. They melt together for long minutes with groping hands and insatiable tongues.

Without letting go of Chay's waist, Kim pulls his head back, just enough to look into his eyes as he licks Chay's lips, one long stripe from his lower lip and up to his cupid’s bow. After everything he’s done with Kim, and everything Kim has done to him, that was somehow the most erotic. It destroys the last remaining threads of Chay’ inhibitions and starts dragging Kim to the bedroom as fast as humanly possible, only pausing for a few brief bouts of trying to eat each other's faces.  Once they make it to the bed, Chay lets Kim take the lead. He pushes Chay's shoulders down to make him sit on the edge, then straddles his lap and dives in for another kiss. Chay’s hands reach around to palm Kim’s ass, and fuck, Kim is so hot like this. Chay lets himself be pushed backwards until he lies flat on the bed, Kim still committing sins in his mouth. Chay's vaguely aware of Kim unbuttoning his pants and pulling the fly down, but most of his brain is mush at this point. Chay finally takes notice when Kim pulls away and starts tugging Chay's pants and boxers off. Chay lifts his hips and shuffles further back onto the bed, allowing Kim to fully settle between his legs. Chay's not surprised to see that his cock is rock hard and desperately leaking onto his abdomen. He flinches when Kim runs just a single finger up his length, pressing into the head and pulling a sticky string of precum with it. “Please, please don’t tease me,” Chay nearly sobs, only getting a smirk back from Kim. It's enough though, because soon after Kim takes him in his hand and presses a light kiss to the tip of Chay’s cock. His head flops back onto the mattress and he lets the warmth of ecstasy roll over him. Kim strokes him slowly a few times, leaving more soft kisses up and down his length, before he finally flicks his tongue out - that fucking tongue - and licks Chay from base to tip. Kim's tongue on any day would already be fantastic, but with the tongue ring lightly scraping Chay’s cock, it’s outright divine. Chay's eyes roll back into his head and he thinks he sees god. When he opens them again, it’s Kim between his thighs, suckling the head of his cock and pressing the ball bearing into it ever so slightly, just enough to make Chay go insane.

dont mean to blue balls you hh but its all ive got rn

(send me a prompt!)

[imogenegomi]

[makeitsweet]

WHERE ARE MY KIMCHAY FICS UPDATESSSSSSSSS AUTHORS PLEASE THERE ARE CHILDREN CRYING

[live-from-flaturn]

Two actual monsters posing as humans work in a human haunted house together

Darling, dearest, your prompts are giving me liiiiiiife.

It was going to be silly but got sorta flirty/horny at the end? Monsters do that to my brain I guess. Enjoy!

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Porchay watches the strange man from across the changing room, nostrils flared and eyes narrowed. Something about him is off. Chay can sense it; icy prickles of awareness dance beneath his skin and raise the hairs along the back of his neck. His instincts are screaming for him to flash his fangs and defend what is most definitely not his territory. It's a fucking changing room.

So he stuffs the feeling down into the cavern of his chest and pretends to slide a pair of contacts onto his eyes. He pulls a pair of furry, clawed 'gloves' over his hands and slips a pair of 'wax teeth' over his canines.

With a quick trip to the otherwise quiet bathroom (and a few bones popped into more comfortable locations) an unnervingly convincing werewolf emerges fully-formed.

"Great makeup skills." New Guy startles Chay by appearing suddenly to his left. He can hear the heartbeats and footsteps of all his nearby coworkers - except for this dude. The creeping suspicion from earlier is suddenly confirmed so Chay plays it safe.

"Thanks." His voice is a slurred grumble around both extended fangs. "It's custom."

Down to my DNA.

"Very nice," the stranger gives him a quick once-over and smirks, revealing one sharp white fang of his own. Much longer and sharper. Like a needle.

Chay swallows and the man's red eyes snap to his jugular.

Oh. Oh.

Chay smirks back and lets his fangs recede enough to speak somewhat normally. He keeps a little grumble; he can hear how much the man likes it. "Like what you see, vamp?"

"You can call me Kim," the vampire extends a cold, firm hand. Chay takes it and brings it to his lips and flips it over to nip the wrist. Kim startles. To Chay's mild surprise, the vampire steps closer rather than tugging his hand away.

"Chay."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance."

Chay allows Kim's hand to drop away and pretends not to notice the way his cute vampire immediately tucks their momentary point of contact beneath his sleeve. Protective and adorable. Chay nods at the wrist in question with a wink, "Careful there, P'Kim. You might end up with more than you bargained for."

"What do you mean by that?" Kim cocks his head to the side and bares his throat. The fucking tease.

Two can and have been playing this game. Chay has no intention of backing down until he's won - a wolfish tendency he isn't about to deny in such a fascinating situation.

"Don't you read, P'?" Chay rumbles, fangs lowering once again. "Wolves mate for life."

[kimkhimhant]

kimchay server!!

hello friends! we've got a new kimchay discord server!!!

18+

low-pressure community space for kimchay fans! come chat about our boys, your favorite fics, your wips, meta and anything else!

fandom on tumblr can be a little isolating sometimes, because it isn't ideal for conversations and discussions, so come join us and make friends!

the main rule is have fun and be kind

(please rb)

[obscurecurse]

i know it looks like i'm looking into your eyes but i'm actually looking into something far far farrrrr beyond us. for your consideration, post canon where Kim and Chay aren't able to reconcile until they are like fucking 40. chay leads a normal quiet life, loves, loses. he adopted his friend's kid when they died unexpectedly - he, like, has a son now. (it helps him process not having parents for the formative part of his upbringing) kim's idol career gracefully extinguished as he aged but he still works in the music industry - maybe he runs his own management company?

they never stopped loving each other but the stars just never aligned. please, i need them to be like sooooo jaded about the possibilities of love because they are wiser now - but still trying it anyway because what have they got to lose at this point?

god like what if chays adopted son wants to be an idol and gets scouted by kim - and kim has no idea because the son has a different last name. idk idk idk not sold on that being a believable plot (because i don't believe kim wouldn't keep tabs in some way? like personally even i get curious randomly and will look up someone i liked 15 years ago. like "huh whatever happened to her" and i don't have the same "sleuthing" tendencies as Kim) but anyway, please, i go insane for older mlm parenting arcs

[staykimchay]

Trick or treat!

(SORRY THIS LAST TRICK OR TREAT TOOK ME SO LONG!!!!! I hope you enjoy it 💕 it’s another snippet from the vampire au from the other day!)

“I’m here for the reason most people are I guess.” Chay looks down at his hands and grimaces at the smear of blood there. He goes to wipe it on his trousers but there’s a quiet whoosh, and Chay barely has time to process the sound before Kim has his fingers wrapped around Chay’s wrist.

He tugs it up so he can turn Chay’s hand this way and that, examining it under the low light.

Chay gasps in pain—he hadn’t realised quite how deep the cuts on his palms were until now.

“Most are here for sex, you know— because of the pleasure our bite brings.” Kim glances at Chay from under his eyelashes. His grip tightens for a second, before gentling.

He uses it to tug Chay over the the couch and deposit him on it. Kim kneels between his feet. It should be a subservient move but it isn’t. There’s power in everything Kim does.

“Oh.” Chay blinks. He hadn’t considered that— which is stupid in retrospect.

Even Chay has been to the dark corners of the Internet, where more than a few vamp fetish videos exist.

Maybe especially Chay.

He’s been mesmerised by the idea of creatures like Kim for long enough, after all.

“You’ve never thought about it?” Kim’s eyes are back on Chay’s palm again, back on the line of scarlet that’s slowly making its way down Chay’s wrist, thanks to the pull of gravity.

“Oh, no— I mean. I have. Thought about it. Uh. Sex. Vampires. Etc.”

“Etc?”

“Uh huh,” Chay’s voice goes high pitched when Kim leans closer, eyes half-lidded as he noses at the vein in Chay’s wrist. Even Chay can see the way his own pulse stars hammering.

“Can I taste?” Kim asks, a little too innocently for Chay to believe it.

“Oh—uhm. Yes?”

“Good boy.”

[eatmehuckass]

My friend was complaining about Kim being a red flag, like my guy it’s a bl about MAFIA the mc literally gets kidnapped multiple times and the first time between kinn and porche was basically sa like Kim is not that bad 😭

[ae-azile]

Working Title: The Non-Newtonian Newborn (Or How Kim Theerapanyakul Became a Virgin Father and Got the Guy of his Dreams)

Summary:

Kim’s fans can be a little…intense. Ever since Why Don't You Stay was released, Kim's fame has continued to rise, but so have the inappropriate comments and flirtations, number of stalkers, and the number of strange gifts. And none of those things matter when Chay has yet to say more than a few words to him. He doesn't want any of the excess attention, propositions for sex, or gifts unless it comes from Chay.

He's so pathetic. He doesn't know why people leave him gifts in front of his apartment building. But none of those compare to the confusion he feels when he finds a newborn baby outside his front door. It's the strangest “gift” he has ever received and it's one he has to contact the police over.

Again.

And again.

And again.

When the baby appears at the foot of his bed out of thin air, Kim figures he may need help that no cop can offer. But until he can find the kind of help he needs to get this baby out of his life, he is moving back to the compound for the first time since he was seventeen. He hates the thought of it, but he's not staying in his apartment with a cursed baby. At least Khun and Kinn are at the compound, as well as guards who can tend to this thing so Kim doesn't have to.

As for Chay’s presence? It's a big building. If Chay truly doesn't want to see him, Kim will stay out of his way, deal with this problem, and Chay will be none the wiser.

Pairings: KimChay, side Armkhun, side KinnPorsche, side VegasPete+Macau

Rating: M

Warnings: forced parenthood, stalking

Key Tags: Magical/Cursed babies, crack treated seriously, KimChay reconciliation, KimChay as co-parents, friends to crushes to enemies to co-parents to lovers.

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Kim can fully admit he once loved the attention he received from his music career, at least for the most part. The obvious lust some fans had for him could be a source of discomfort. Regardless of the charisma and occasional flirtatious disposition he would exude on stage, that wasn't really Kim. That was WIK.

After his fall out with Chay, it's harder to be WIK, which is a shame. His catapulting fame expects him to be WIK more than ever. However, “Kim” and “WIK” are no longer two sides of the same coin, not like Kim thought they once were. Kim and WIK are two very different people. Every day, it's gets harder and harder to be WIK, especially when both Kim and WIK remember what Kim had done.

He had been so fucking stupid. Why couldn't have he just asked Chay to talk privately when Chay confronted him outside the compound? Expressed why he did what he did? Done anything but admit his wrongs in the worst possible way, leave Chay a crying mess in front of the compound, and fuck up his own heart in the scheme of things? Despite Chay meeting him as WIK, Kim had felt like he could be himself around Chay - or at least the version of himself that Kim strived to be. Chay brought out a side that Kim could actually tolerate, one that wasn't forced. It was a side that felt affection, kindness, and hope, and it had been so easy to be and feel that way when he wasn’t reminded of why he was tutoring Chay in the first place.

He ruined everything. He may be more successful than ever, but he ruined everything.

“Khun K…Wik,” Clyde says, his voice coming out in a grunt as he holds a woman in a hold from behind, “You have another unwanted vis-”

“P’WIK!!!!!!!!"

Kim lets out a sigh and walks over to the woman, bending down slightly to make eye contact with her.

He hates eye contact.

“Thank you for your continued support,” Kim tells her as she struggles in Clyde’s arms, “But this is my home and I need to maintain boundaries for my continued safety-”

“I LOVE YOU, P’WIK!” the woman screeches in his face, trying to drop herself down to the floor. When she succeeds to an extent, she begins kicking at his ankles. Does she expect sudden love and devotion from him if she kicks his ankles?

“I am giving you a chance to go home without further action taken,” Kim tells her calmly, taking one step back, “Leave. Now.”

The woman’s breath is heaving as her kicking legs gradually come to a halt. She looks up at him with tear filled, adoring eyes and lets out a cry.

“I will show you we are soulmates, P’Wik. I swear I will.”

“Again, thank you for your continued support. Go home.”

The woman slowly gets to her feet and promptly launches herself at him. Kim really does not want to fight her. That isn't what he wants as he stands stiffly in her hold. But when she yanks at his hair and gets several stray fingers caught in between her fingers, Kim gives Clyde a nod and she is promptly tased.

“It's the third time she had come by this week,” Clyde says as she lies there in a daze, “She came in telling me you were meant to be together and that you were thinking of proposing soon.”

“What is her name again?” Kim asks, glancing down at her.

“Hom Thepnakorn. I suggest if you don't want to contact your father and have her taken care of the way he would insist on, then you should get a restraining order.”

One is brutal, but swift and can be swept under the rug. The other is a process that will likely attract some level of media attention.

But when Kim looks down at her, it's clear this woman is sick. Not evil, not a murderer. Sick and in need of help.

“Call the police, mention my father’s name if needed,” Kim says to Clyde, “Tell them that a woman who is in need of psychiatric support is at our address. Any other incidents today?”

Clyde lets out a sigh, puts on some gloves, and starts bringing up things from behind the desk, “You have been left three bouquets of flowers, two bras, four pairs of underwear, a jockstrap, a pizza in the shape of a heart, and a very large egg.”

Kim jerks his head back at the sight as Clyde opens the box, “A very large egg?”

Clyde nods Hom, who is still on the floor, “She wanted to give it to you. It doesn't seem to be a bomb.”

Kim looks down at the egg, then picks it up out of the case.

“Khun Wik, we don't know what substances could be on it.”

“Why would you give me an egg?” Kim says, looking down at it. It's green. It's also glowing.

“Will this blow me up?”

Hom blinks, then shakes her head, “Never, P’Wik. You are my soulmate. I would never hurt you or anyone you care about.”

“Hm,” Kim acknowledges, then promptly lets the egg fall to the ground. Clyde lets out shout and takes cover, all while Kim looks down in fascination at the swirling orange, green, purple, and white substance. It swirls around Kim’s feet, never mixing in color, yet is rapidly swirling around him.

“What is this?” Kim asks more directly, entranced and confused by the sight.

He had dropped it in hopes of breaking the woman’s heart. When he broke Chay’s heart, Chay pretty much blocked Kim out of his life. It's Kim's biggest regret and the rare dinners Kim has to go to that Chay also attends are a source of intense pain, but also the one thing Kim looks forwards to. It's pathetic. Kim had thought this woman might banish him out of her life for doing the same. At least it would be wanted.

But that doesn't seem to be the case. Instead of screaming or crying with heartbreak and disappointment, the woman squeals with delight, kicking her feet against the floor as if she is the happiest woman on earth. She crawls over just far enough to release the stray hairs from her fingertips, letting them fall into the swirling circle. Kim can't help but be disturbed by the happy and satisfied glint in her eye, all while Clyde takes on the task of calling the police for the assistance of removing a mentally ill woman. As they wait, the woman just stays on the ground while she watches the swirling liquid with fascination. When Kim tries to step out of the circle that has formed around him, it follows and forms a circle around him once more.

“It's pink!” She shouts, pointing at the circle, “That's exactly what I wanted!”

Kim glances down at the liquid in absolute confusion. If anything, those colors should have mixed into a murky brown or gray. But sure enough, the circle around him is light yet vibrant pastel pink. It only stops and disappears through the floor seconds before the cops arrive.

“You’ll love me soon, P’Wik,” the woman says, smiling brightly as two cops pick her up off the floor, handcuff her, and escort her through the door, “I promise. We will be tied together forever. We’re soulmates, I know it-”

“Come on, ma’am,” one of the cops say, “To the car. You are lucky this man isn't taking further action against you-”

“I LOVE YOU, P’WIK!!!”

Kim makes sure he says nothing in return, focusing on giving his statement on what happened before addressing Clyde directly.

“I'm sorry for the added stress that my…admirers have caused you recently-”

“Khun Kim, with all do respect, she and several others who have stopped by the building are stalkers.”

Kim clears his throat, “I feel like that's a bit harsh-”

“If I may speak out of turn again, it really isn't.”

That's probably fair. On top of that, Clyde is mostly dealing with these visitors independently. Prior to the release of his new album, Kim saw no need to have excess security for the building. Logically, he knows he should have it, considering his job, as well as when he is reminded of whose son he is. But having guards on every corner reminds him of a childhood he didn't want. He sometimes fantasizes of a childhood where his mother lived past Kim's ninth birthday, one where Kinn could pursue music like Kim has, and one where Khun could have stayed popular, charismatic, academically gifted, and safe.

Pa never makes the cut for these fantasies, and they never take place at the compound. The family home Kim often dreams up strangely looks like the one Chay grew up in.

“I will hire a few more guards,” Kim says quietly. He hates the idea of it, but Clyde has been his doorman for a long time, and an employee of his family’s even longer. He was Ma’s guard, so when Kim was required to have at least one guard as a staff in this building, he chose him. He doesn't want him to leave, nor does he want him to get hurt.

“I apologize for the chaos and stress people have brought you,” Kim continues, “I know you didn't sign up for this when you first started here-”

“I signed up to protect you, Khun Kim, which is why I am concerned about the influx of these behaviors coming from various people,” Clyde says, then points at the floor, “We don't even know what that liquid was! I could be a health hazard! It swirled around you, changed colors, then got absorbed by the floorboards! If I thought I was seeing things!”

“It was probably just some…non-newtonian fluid.”

“Lava is a non-newtonian fluid, so is blood. Both can be harmful.”

“And some aren't,” Kim says, “Like ketchup.”

“That was NOT ketchup-”

“I’ve had a long day,” Kim says, walking towards the elevator, “I’ll look into more guards. Make sure the doors are locked tonight before your shift is over. Unless the are a tenant, make sure Red knows not to let anyone in.”

Clyde breathes out, “...Yes, Khun Kim. But if I may make one suggestion.”

Since the elevator hasn't arrived yet, Kim nods his head.

“Go on.”

“Stay at the compound for a while. It's safer there, and you will have more people who can come to your aid if something like this would happen again. Your address has clearly been leaked, and it has been attracting people you frankly don't want to attract. Even if they figure out you are staying with your family, it will be so much safer and you will likely avoid running into any of these stalkers at all-”

“No.”

“Khun Kim-”

“I said no,” Kim says, his voice more stern, “This will pass, Clyde. No one has come here with weapons. The most this woman did was lightly kick at my ankles and pull a few strands of my hair. That's it. I will get you more support staff, and I will even let you take some time off if that's what you need. But I am not moving back there. Ever.”

He could swear that Clyde is grumbling under his breath and rolling his eyes, but Kim isn’t going to call him out on it. He has a right to be frustrated. Kim understands the current situation is annoying.

But it still won't make Kim budge. He doesn't want to be around Pa, and Chay doesn't want to be around him. So he sticks to his decision, gets inside the elevator when it dings, goes to the top floor, and plans for a relaxing night.

It's easier said than done. It's hard to relax during any downtime he has. Silence brings on thinking, and thinking brings on obsessing over Chay. It has been about nine months since everything happened with Tawan. Nine months since Chay figured out who Kim really was.

It fucking hurts. Nine months later, and it still fucking hurts.

When the memories and regrets get to him this much, he has a habit of skipping dinner. He knows it isn't good for him, and he will sometimes find ways to climb his way out of this habit by cooking for himself. But last time he did that, he he squirted a smiley face on his plate with Sriracha sauce and it was a downward emotional spiral from there.

He chooses not to eat tonight, although maybe he should have. By the time he is ready for bed and brushing his teeth, a bout of sudden nausea hits him so intensely that it has him diving in front of the toilet to heave up the little he ate for lunch. It's painful, confusing, and frustrating. He never throws up.

He wonders if he is getting sick. Maybe it's stress from the stalker. Maybe the swirling, non-newtonian fluid omitted some sort of poisonous gas and now he's suffering the consequences.

He's probably overthinking it. Soon enough, he feels better. Slightly sore, but better. He's fine.

And even if he's not, so be it.

However, he can't help but worry slightly when he wakes up just as the sun is rising, feeling queasy again. He tries to push off the nausea for as long as he can until it becomes unbearable and he find himself throwing up in the toilet once more, spitting up a mixture of water and yellow bile.

He ends up not going into the studio. He usually would, but he doesn't have any pressing matters to attend to or any rehearsals scheduled. In fact, his people have been hinting to take advantage of the downtime. They think he has been stressed, and they say that his stress in particular is contagious.

So Kim will stay home today. He wouldn't want his employees and colleagues to catch this bug, or whatever stressful aura he has been giving off.

But when he hears something on the other side of the door, he wonders if he should have gone after all. It sounds like a cat. Maybe it belongs to one of his neighbors. That's the last thing Kim needs to do right now, call around and ask his neighbors who is missing a cat.

Regardless, he gets up and checks anyway. He likes cats, and one feeling stressed out by accidentally finding itself on the top floor isn't something Kim wants until he opens the door, takes in what it actually is, and wishes it were a cat instead.

“Why?” is all Kim asks, staring down at the baby, who is loosely swaddled in a pastel pink blanket, “Seriously. Who are you and why are you here?”

The baby gurgles happily and brings their arms out of the blanket, lifting them upwards. If Kim didn't know any better, he would assume the baby wants to be picked up. But this baby doesn't know him and Kim doesn't know this baby.

“No,” Kim says, then immediately shuts the door, leaving the baby in the hall. He can only keep up with that for about ten seconds before opening the door again, stepping out into the hallway, and begrudgingly lowering himself to the ground. As he looks at the baby, he feels extreme reluctance before reaching over to feel around their blanket.

“Who left you here?” Kim mutters to himself, looking for some kind of clue, “Do you have a tag or anything?

The baby just gurgles happily and lifts their arms again. Kim practically jumps out of his skin when the baby grabs a hold of his pointer finger and just…keeps holding it.

“I need that back,” Kim says stiffly, but lets them hold his finger until they let go on their own accord. Once they do, he calls down to the front desk.

“Have we had any visitors yet today?” Kim asks as soon as Clyde answers the phone.

“No, Khun Kim. It has been quiet so far.”

“I need you to go through the security footage and check,” Kim says, giving the baby a wary glance, “Someone left something outside my door.”

“What?”

“Look at the live feed and see for yourself.”

Kim waits silently as Clyde clicks whatever he needs to click to view Kim’s hallway camera feed. As soon as he does, Clyde clears his throat.

“Is that a baby, Khun Kim?”

“Yes.”

“A living and breathing baby.”

Kim shifts over to peer at the baby’s face, “Seems to be.”

“...I see. I will rewind the footage, see when they were left by your door, and then call the authorities. If you would like to bring them down, they can just pick the baby up out front.”

Kim really doesn't want to pick this baby up. But he would rather not invite people he doesn't know up to his floor, so he supposes he will suck it up and do it.

“You didn't take any breaks that would have left the front desk unoccupied?” Kim asks, holding the cellphone in the crook of his neck as he hesitantly and carefully lifts the baby into his arms.

“Of course not. Not with what happened yesterday.”

“What about our tenants? Are there any new parents?”

“No, Khun Kim. I am just as confused by this as you are. But I will make sure the child is handed over to the proper channels swiftly.”

“Good,” Kim mutters, staring down at the baby as he hangs up the phone. When he steps into the elevator, he sees the hint of a white piece of paper, nestled between the pink fabric and the baby’s stomach. Kim reaches in to grab it, then unfolds it with one hand.

Meet our beautiful love child.

You are my soulmate, P’Wik.

This proves it.

May our baby girl tie us together forever.

Love, Hom.

Only a part of Kim takes in the fact the letter is written in blood.

…This morning is stupid. All he wanted was a sick day.