#Macau would always answer Porchay's calls

[wildelydawn]

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My Atlas <3 Once upon a time, years (a year) ago, I wrote (parts) of this in my messages with Shou. And now, my dear, my friend, you get the full glimpse of my KimChay WIP, titled, "Chay Punches Kim."

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“You should punch him in the face.”

Porchay and Macau turn towards Vegas. “What?”

“Your brother punched me in the face,” Vegas says casually, as if Porsche went around punching people for shits and giggles. “It really solidified that I should apologize to Pete."

Porchay folds his arms. “I’m not gonna take advice from the guy who kidnapped me.”

“Suit yourself,” Vegas shrugs. “I’m not sleeping alone tonight.”

“Ouch,” Macau whistles. Porchay nudges him, but Macau shoves him playfully. “Oh, please. You’re the one always complaining about how Kim has the emotional range of a circus clown. My brother, on the other hand, is completely pathetic-”

“Hey!”

“He cried in front of Pete the other day over-”

Vegas clamps his hand over Macau’s mouth. “As my brother was saying,” Vegas cuts in cheerfully. “Kim’s love language is violence. You should punch him. Then he’ll understand.”

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Porchay is outside Kim’s apartment. He hasn’t been here in months, and quite frankly, it’s a little hard to even look at Kim’s door.

Would he even answer?

And am I really going to do this?

Before he can talk himself out of it, Porchay knocks loudly on Kim’s door, thinking that if he can’t hit Kim, at least he can yell at him.

And when the heavy gray door swings open, and Kim’s face comes into his view, the younger Kittisawat’s mind goes utterly blank. They stare at each other for a brief moment before Porchay remembers he’s supposed to be hitting Kim. So he draws back his fist, and thwack.

Porchay’s fist awkwardly makes contact with Kim’s chest. Kim barely flinches, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. And Porchay is so aware that his punch was nothing like how Porsche must have punched Vegas, because Kim is looking at him as if he's butt-naked and covered in chocolate sauce.

An even worse awkward silence falls between them before Kim clears his throat. “You can do better than that,” he says, before closing the door.

“What?”

“Try again,” Kim calls out from the other side.

This makes Porchay even angrier. How dare Kim treat him like he’s… like-

Porchay bangs on the door. Kim swings it wide open, and Porchay draws his fist-

Only to see Kim gracefully dodge, once, twice, and when Porchay swings again, Kim steps backward, and Porchay falls forward, right into Kim’s foyer. 

Kim has a smirk on his face, or at least a laugh, and it just makes Porchay’s chest ache, seeing Kim all happy while he’s suffering alone in the Main House.

So Porchay kicks Kim, right in the shin.

Kim immediately drops to a knee, crouched over and holding onto his leg.

Porchay is on the ground with him in seconds. “Oh, God, P’Kim! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

Kim looks up, grins, and sweeps Porchay’s leg. Chay falls flat on his back, and before he can blink, Kim collects his wrists, holds them above his head, wedges a knee between Chay’s legs, and leans in close to his face.

“Never assume your opponent will fight fair.”

Chay’s face warms over. “L-let go of me!”

Kim does, only to have Chay crash right back into him, his head banging painfully on his hardwood floors. Now Chay’s on top of him, the victory on his face looking quite attractive as Chay sits on Kim’s hips.

“You were saying?”

Kim holds up his hands and turns away from Chay. “You win, you win. Just get off me-”

“Why? Why should I ever listen to anything you have to say-”

“Chay, please-”

“You’re the one who made my life-”

“Chay.”

“What!?”

Kim doesn’t say anything: just keeps his face turned away. But a pink flush overcomes his cheeks, and suddenly, Chay is very aware of how close their hips are, and how Kim’s dick is quickly hardening right under his ass.

“Oh.”

[its-aji-here]

It's Always You

Chapter 9: Everyone Hurts On Their Own

Tay entered your apartment without hesitation. He knows the code to your door and would often just barge in whenever he pleases. you don't really have any complaints since he's your best friend and he has done a lot for your. Tay has been there for you through everything, and he's always been a call away; he and his boyfriend, Time. However, the eerie silence that greeted Tay made worry wash over his whole being. Although you often don't complain, there is always something you would say, whether about his habit or your day.

Tay found you still on the floor with Noë. you're laying on the floor, hugging your dog for comfort. However, instead of feeling relieved, Tay felt more concerned. What scared him more is the vacant look you had been wearing when he found you. 

Noë has been a great help when it comes to calming you, whether from anxiety attacks to full on hurting yourself. You have barely hurt yourself since Noë came to your life. But, there are times when even Noë cannot help you, and it breaks Tay's heart to pieces whenever you just break down and your system stalls.

Tay immediately came to sit beside his best friend. He swept your hair off your face and slowly lifted your chin to look at your face. The lack of tear streaks just proves how far gone in your head you have been since God knows how long. 

"Babes?" Tay called for you as he gently tapped your face with little pats. Your eyes moved to look at him. It was devoid of anything, yet speaks volumes of how you truly felt. Tay gave you a small encouraging smile as you began to let go of Noë. 

"You're here," you stated wondrously.

Tay smiled sadly at you. "Yes, babes. I'm here now. I'm here," he reassured you as he helped his best friend stand up from the floor. He looked around, there seemed to be no traces of your boyfriend ever stepping foot in the unit for the day. Tay sighed at the lack of his presence in your life at the moment.

"You just got here?" you asked him, sounding like a lost child. All Tay could do was nod his head as he tried not to shed a tear for you. 

He sat you on your bed as he continued to comb away the strands of your hair from your face. Tay already knew that the aftermath of meeting your mom would be like this. However, what he did not anticipate is the intensity it would be at. When he was sure that you were properly seated, he picked up your phone from the floor and plugged it on the awaiting charger at your bedside. Tay also picked up the pillow that you might not have noticed fell out of your bed. After placing the pillow back where it belongs, he sat beside you, his best friend.

He watched you fidget with your fingers before taking a hold of your hands. It took your attention away and made you look at him. "Babes, have you eaten anything?" Tay asked you in concern.

You shook your head, "I'm not hungry," you answered in a small voice.

Tay pursed his lips. "Do you remember when you last ate?" he asked you. Your brows furrowed in contemplation and Tay waited a few seconds, but your answer did not come. "How about what you last ate?" Tay asked, instead. You shook your head to tell him you can't remember.

Tay tutted in disapproval and sighed in worry. The last time this happened, you forgot to eat for two days before he found you. It breaks his heart whenever his best friend ends up in one of these stupors after a significant encounter. Tay told you to sit tight and that he will fix you something simple so you could eat. you nodded and watched as he walked out your room to the kitchen to make a snack and some tea. Before that, he whipped out his phone to send several text messages to a few select people. 

Kimhan just watched as Macau dragged Porchay back to the house. No matter how much he wants to stop them, he tramples on the urge and chooses to remain in his spot. Vegas watched Kim's face as it slowly morphs from anger to sorrow in a span of a few seconds. All he can do is shake his head at his cousin. He doesn't know what to say or do to him anymore. So, he chose to walk away to his lover who was worriedly watching Kim from a distance. 

Vegas stood beside Pete and tutted as he took his hand. "Tsk. Stop looking at Kim like that. He doesn't need it," Vegas reprimands.

"His cheek is bruising. Khun will be really mad," Pete's worried eyes never left the younger male. "He should put ice on that," he adds.

Vegas sighed at his lover's compassion and empathy. "I really cannot stop you from being a nosy worry-wart," he let out.

Pete gave him a soft punch in the arm before proceeding to address Kim. Vegas cannot help but laugh at his lover's cuteness and watch as Pete addresses Kim. "Come inside and ice your cheek," Pete smiled at him empathetically.

Kim nodded as he watched Vegas unrepentantly dragged Pete towards the house. Pete was protesting but Vegas only laughed at him. Although you can see annoyance in Pete's expression, there is also love, affection, admiration and devotion in his gazes. It has been there since even before they dated, and Kim cannot help but be awed by and feel envious of it. He longs to feel the same, yet doubts he ever deserves such pure love from someone as special as Pete, especially Porchay.

[respectthepetty]

First macauchay then montee, your taste in ghost ships are 🥰

Last week, I was scrolling endlessly, as I do, and stumbled across someone stating that people who ship Macau and Porchay are crazy.

*cuff me* Guilty as charged.

I think Kim and Porchay are the most powerful couple on the series, but Macau is the type to get the party started and Porchay is the one to keep the party going. That's the couple we need to balance out the Torture Team (VegasPete) and the Compromising Combo (KinnPorsche); we need the Party Pair (PorCau - I like this better because it sounds like Poor Cow and why do the Theerapanyakul men get to come first?! Macau seems like the type to let Porchay come first - Get your head out of the gutter).

Now for MonTee:

Sam's way of flirting by calling Mon poor all the time is... how do I put it? Very rich white men vibes. Sam is Mon's boss, so if she is so worried about Mon's tax bracket, she could always PAY MON MORE MONEY!

Tee would never. Tee confessed to being dirty day one *rubs hands together* and asked Mon "What's your name, beautiful? You're so cute" and, listen, if I was Mon, the U-Haul would have already been packed and sitting outside of Tee's house with my shit in it.

I know Mon only has heart-emoji eyes for Sam, so I'm glad Mon's friend, Yuki, recognized the prize sitting beside her.

Because this is the upgrade I want to see all women experience when they dump their shitty ass boyfriends.

I want them to get a Tee.