#alankaipa fanfic

[kevin-the-bruyne]

Its 2am and I may have lost control of my life...

Even though Jim was the man that held his heart it wasn't like Kaipa was blind. Every weekend, like clockwork, the two men would have breakfast across the street from his family's stall. As Kaipa would be setting up shop he got to have glimpses of nice eye candy. Especially the man with glasses. He wondered if they were together, it seemed like it. It was a nice thought that Kaipa hoped could one day have with Jim.

In the months he'd been watching them, Kaipa noticed a shift in them in the last month. There seemed to be a strange tension and the less attractive of the two sometimes wouldn't show up or often left early, leaving the glasses man and his food. It was a little sad to watch. Soon it was just the glasses man, and then as of this past weekend... no one. Kaipa wondered about them briefly but didn't expect an answer.

Kaipa was shocked to receive one. He learned their names were Wen and Alan. How he came to this information was because Wen was cheating on Alan with Jim. Jim! Not only was Kaipa heartbroken, he didn't expect Jim would be that kind of person - a homewrecker. It was a blow to his heart. Even on the peripheral of the drama, Kaipa saw and learned enough to be crushed. He had to give up on his love...

Two weeks after most of the drama settled and Kaipa took time to mend his heart, the young man was in for a surprise when he saw Alan again on a weekend morning. It was almost like old times, but nothing was the same again. Instead of entering the small eatery, Alan hesitated before looking around. Kaipa watched as he approached his family's stall instead.

Apprehension gripped Kaipa as Alan sat down and asked, 'are you open?' Trying to play it cool like he didn't know most of what happened to this man's most recent relationship and hadn't watched this scrawny man try to beat up the much more muscular Jim, Kaipa replied with, 'no but I can open a little early just for you.' Kaipa winked in the hopes he came off cheeky and normal sounding. It's hard to when you share something so intimately in common and only one of you knows.

He seemed to have because all Alan did was laugh. Oh no. His smile not only lit up his entire face but there was enough sunshine from it to power a house. Kaipa barely caught his next words, shaken by how cute and handsome this man was. 'Well if you continue to do that every time you've got yourself a regular.' His heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing him every week so near.

It was a little scary to realize he was developing a crush on Alan, but Kaipa tried to take it as his heart was healing. He would tell the other how they really know each other, but for now... Kaipa would bask in spending so close to the other man and cooking a meal for Alan. Who knows? Maybe this would be the start of something new, something better.

anon i am *screams* wow this was so beautiful and perfect i decided to stay in bed and read this 5 times instead of going into work (I can WFH dnt worry too much lol) the way you came for mix's whole career "the less attractive one" sdfghjhgfdsdfg and then kaipa doesn't even spare alan he's like this scrawny idiot i love him and he's right! this is such a perfect wonderful set up for a bittersweet fic. like i love that moment of joy between them how they are giving each other something to look forward to the next week. and they make that little connection kaipa with his terrible flirting and alan with his sunshine smile (it certainly powers MY house). its so mlc in its vibes, looking for those small moments that makes this shitty life worth living. But then there's this other layer that you know they'll have to deal with - that kaipa knows him, that kaipa knows wen and what happened between them. And I can imagine how for a person who's probably looking for some distance from that and likely a diminished sense of trust - to find out that kaipa kept these things from him. oh my heart T_T kaipa will help alan open his heart once more T_T and i love that he seems a little more balanced in the official trailer than he did in the pilot - i think he shows enough maturity to be actually able to do this instead of the crying mess clinging to jim for a chance.

[kevin-the-bruyne]

someone tell me firstkhao’s names in only friends i need to write fanfic

[kevin-the-bruyne]

SOMEONE OTHER THAN ME WROTE A ALANKAIPA FIC THIS IS NOT A DRILL THIS IS NOT A DRILL

[kevin-the-bruyne]

someone PLEASE explain to me why I am ignoring 6 FK / Akkayan WIPs to write an AlanKaipa one - i am just so desperate for them to be in love in every universe

Alan x Kaipa (FirstKhao); Gen (will go up to E); Moonlight Chicken

Warning: Underage ; Kaipa is 17/18 ie in high school while Alan is mid 20s

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He sees the kid from the corner of his eyes. 

He’s stopped for a smoke break as the party-goers pass him by. Dressed impeccably, colorful, loud, highlighting their best assets, highlighting the drama of being alive people walk in groups, as pairs, own their own to their destination of pubs or nightclubs or even the little food stalls they go to for a snack and respite. All in all, there is plenty for Alan to look at while he smokes and tries to not think about how the only thing he can’t see is what he’s looking for.

And yet, he turns his head to get a second look at this kid, drab and out of place, determined in his uncertainty and confusion. Alan takes another long drag of his cigarette and looks down at himself, his crinkled dress shirt and folded slacks. He doesn’t doubt his head likely looks terribly mussed like he’s been pulling at it, because he has been. 

They’re both undeniably out of place, a kinship borne of a coincidence, and yet what draws him to the kid is a recognition of the familiar, that crazed look in his eyes. Like he’s looking for something with a desperation that consumes him. Alan actually snorts around his next drag as he realizes that adultery and sin would hide in a place like this - that there would be more like him, outsiders looking for answers and maybe, this thought does amuse him a little, even for justice.

Wen had texted him, as if on cue, that he had a last minute onsite inspection and was going to be late coming home. Of course, this text comes exactly half an hour after his friend had texted saying he’d spotted Wen here, this very street, at the bar he’s standing in front of right this second, hoping that the nicotine rush would take with it, the helplessness bubbling within him. Of watching his relationship crash and being able to do nothing to stop it.

Usually, Wen would just stay out and he wouldn’t find out until it was 3 am and he’d spent half the night staring up at his ceiling, eyes dry from the tears that no longer agreed to drop. But recently he's started coming up with excuses, giving him well thought out reasons as to why he's not coming home.

He still feels a little bit like that now, like he’d already cried half the night.

He looks down at his watch.

10 p.m.

His exhaustion has gotten efficient lately, coming without the effort so at least his body could rest. He pushes off the wall he was leaning against and approaches the kid who has chosen to sit on the raised edge of a sidewalk, seeking respite from a fruitless endeavor.

Maybe he’d appreciate a cigarette.

That he’d been crying is even more apparent up close, his eyes red and watery still, like he’d only just brushed a tear off it. How pathetic. He pulls his handkerchief out of his pocket and hands it out to him.

The kid looks up at him startled, big brown eyes, that make him look even more lost. Alan suddenly wants to pet him.

‘Hungry?’ he asks as the kid takes the handkerchief, dabs at his eyes, a few new tears leaking through. He’s silent for a long while and Alan belatedly realizes that he must seem like he’s hitting on him, in the middle of the party district looking like an office clerk and approaching a kid unprompted who looks too young to be here.

Just as he’s thinking about just edging away, the kid looks up, in his eyes there’s something more than hopelessness, and nods.

‘How’d you find yourself in such a place?’ Alan asks once he’s finished his own bowl of noodles. They ate in near silence and all Alan has done for the last 15 minutes is look at this kid, clinging onto the edges of his desperation, trying not to get swept away.

Alan wants to tell him he’ll be okay. That Alan is okay, that it's okay to give in sometimes and cry oneself hoarse, that he wades through everyday with a stone stuck in his throat but he’s okay. He tries to not think about how he’s here, kind of relieved not to have found Wen here, as well as disappointed. It means that he must go on another day, and perhaps several days, without any sign of an end, without any release.

‘I’m looking for someone.’ He says and continues slurping his noodles. Alan remembers when he used to have an appetite like that, able to scarf down two bowls of noodles. But now his stomach can’t handle it, he’s ordered the smallest bowl they serve and the food still sits like a brick inside him unable to settle.

‘Scorned lover?’ Alan asks, because somehow it’s important, finding himself sharing a meal with someone going through the same heartbreak as him, feels profound. Suddenly, it feels like he’s sitting somewhere he’s supposed to be. The kid, surprisingly, shakes his head no, ‘he’s very faithful.’ He says, eyes watering again. It surprises him, Alan didn’t think he was wrong about the heartbreak: 

‘Then what’s wrong?’

‘I’m not his lover.’ 

Alan sighs. He wants to scold him for the audacity of hoping to break a relationship. Yet, he wears his pain on his face with such sincerity that Alan can’ imagine any malice in his actions. He finds himself unable to blame this kid for being in love.

‘Let me take you home kid. There’s nothing for you here.’

Alan doesn’t really wait for an answer, if the kid wants to keep looking he can continue doing so without him. He doesn’t want to get angry at this kid. But he doesn’t feel like sympathizing with him either. He thinks so much of Wen’s reasons already, there’s no room left for anyone else’s.

Alan only thinks of turning around to check if the kid was following him when he gets to his bike. He’s there, just a step behind him, deathly quiet in the way he moves as though he’s molded into Alan’s shadow. He looks up at him, lost and - shit - looking for answers, ‘please mister, i don’t want to be alone.’