A side story to KinnPorsche the novel. Because we can't get enough of Kim and Che', Phinutz brings you a fanfic special.
Let me borrow the characters of Kim, the youngest son in the most prominent mafia clan.
and Porche', an ordinary university stud...
"I can give you my soul and everything I can offer, but you know I can't show you my true self."
-------KIM--------
(PRESENT TIME: At his room in the villa. One day before Christmas day.)
I'm wondering why Porche' is acting so strange lately. He's been so distant since yesterday evening, and no matter how I crack my skull in decrypting reasons why he's acting that way, I just couldn't think of any.
Is it because I didn't buy his favorite dumplings the other day? Or was it because I fend off his friend's brother who kept commenting on his Instagram posts? That model has been continuously liking and commenting on his photos and it ticks me off to watch him engage in little talks with who I possess. Yes, I'm utterly possessive with Porche' and there's nothing I can do about it.
From the first day that I met that good for nothing sweet face, I knew that he likes Porche' and my dimwit for a boyfriend had no idea whatsoever. Even though it was evident, he didn't believe me.
Did he get offended because I shoved away that idiot? I would coax him, but never will I say sorry for it. The scumbag deserves the dirty words!
Or, have I been too hard on him lately? Hmm, probably not. I have never been hard on Porche', no matter how much I wanted to. God knows there are times I almost lost control because of how sweet he looked while I pump on him, but I never did let that happen. Because he deserves all the gentleness I could muster.
What could I not give for someone who has impacted my life and made me smile every day? Next to my mum, he's an absolute angel.
But what is the matter with us?
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what went wrong...
The silence only led me to a deep sleep, where I dreamt about the first day that I met Porche'...
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With a bag of fish crackers in hand, I looked for Puss and Kitty, the names I gave for the cat and her kitten that I feed every day. I already made my claim on them since I came here -the back alley of the university- just to feed them some snacks. I continued walking slowly, looked beneath the bushes, and called for them when some fair-skinned brat appeared out of nowhere and called out as well.
"Come here...Pssswswswsswswss..Have this tuna for today."
The cats that came out of the bushes and eat what the lad has offered, had me halting a few blocks away. Puss and Kitty.
They totally eat enthusiastically off the tin can that the boy has offered.
