Kinnporsche x a song

Kim x Porchay x Love is gone

The request this time was Kim × Porchay, and the song is "Love is gone". Conveniently the boys are both songwriters, so in this story the song "Love is gone" will be written by Porchay – right after the end of the series, as an answer to his video where he plays Porchays love song for him. And of course I will try to catch the song's vibe in the story as well. Have fun reading! It is POV Kim.

It has been three weeks since I've sent the video to Porchay, and I started to loose my hope. I fucked it up. I really had the chance to get him, but back then, I just used him to get my informations. And now, where I want him as the person he is, I have hurt him too much. I thought he'd forgive me, be glad to have me, but I underestimated his pride and self-respect. He's an equal human being, and even if that makes me appreciate him even more, it makes me lose him.
When my phone vibrated, my heart jumped a bit, because it was turned silent – except for a few contacts. The major family, my closest three bodyguards, Porchay.
My heard dropped when I saw it was just Porsche, but jumped back up when I read his message: "What are u doing to my little brother? I will rip ur heart out if u don't react to this correctly." My heart was racing when I opened the link. I landed on YouTube, and my breath stopped briefly when I saw the title of the song. "Love is gone", played by porchay.
I first did not dare to hear it, because the title did not sound good, but then I forced myself. Schon die ersten Zeilen ließen mein Herz bluten. "Don't go tonight, stay here one more time. Remind me what it's like, oh, and let's fall in love again."
It reminded me of his first love song – "Why don't you stay" – but this song seemed like the sad version. This song didn't ask me to stay, it was begging.
I listened to the full song and then texted Porsche back. "Are you guys home?" Even before I got the answer, I changed my clothes to a casual streetwear and put on shoes. I need you now by my side. I was already on my way to the car when he answered: "Nah, he is in music class, and don't you dare to interrupt this." I bit my lip. I had no idea where his music class was, but I had something else: A brother with a bodyguard that was a technical expert. I called him without hesistating. It tears me up when you turn me down.
"Arm? Do you hear me? Yeah, it is me, Kim. Can you locate Porchay's mobile phone? Oh, thank you so much. Just send me the position. I owe you something!" i just set the location as a destination in my car and drove off. I'm begging please, just stick around.
I ended up at an inconspicuous little building.  'Music school' was written in simple letters above the door. I took a deep breath and entered the building with my cap pulled low so as not to be immediately recognized. Because quite a few people here could recognize me as "Wik" - Porchay also knew and loved Wik first. If I could, I would tell Wik, no, I would scream in his face how much Kim would love that boy. I'm sorry, don't leave me, I want you here with me.
I followed the viewpoint on my phone up a narrow flight of stairs. Twenty meters to go.  Ten. Five. I was standing in front of a dark wooden door and the signal was blinking behind it. I know that your love is gone.
No, it was not. It was everything but gone, I felt it in my heart as a sharp and guilty pain, and I wanted to see him so bad that I slowly opened the door.
My heart dropped. He was not there, the room was empty. I looked around and saw his phone laying on a table, next to his guitar; the guitar I once gave him as a gift. I can't breathe, I'm so weak, I know this isn't easy. I picked up his guitar, and again I played Porchays song for him, again not sure if he could even hear it.
"Don't tell me that your love is gone, that your love is gone, oh, don't tell me that your love is gone, that your love is gone..." I felt a teardrop in my eye, I tried to wink it away, but it rolled over my cheek instead. I closed my eyes and sang along, silently and just for myself, because it felt like his love WAS gone. "Don't go tonight, stay here one more time." You could hear the tears running down my face in my voice as I continued to sing the song softly. "Remind me what it's like, oh, and let's fall in love again." This was not my voice, or at least not my voice alone, because a hesistating but well-known voice joined me. I flinched, but I didn't stop to sing, and we sang the song together until the end. "Don't tell me that your love is gone, that your love is gone..."
I opened my eyes. Porchay was standing in the doorframe, and his eyes were filled with tears as well. Quickly I wiped my tears away, even if he had already seen them.
"Porsche said that you were in the bar on the day of the battle. That all those men who later lay dead there actually wanted to kidnap me as leverage, and you stopped them alone." I nodded and raised my hands. "Sorry, I should have cleaned that shit up, I just didn't really have the time to-" Porchay waved off. "That is not what I meant. You killed them all, just to protect me?" I hesistated, then I slowly nodded.
Porchay came closer. "Was that your job?", he asked quietly. "Did Mr. Korn tell you to protect me?" I shook my head. "No. To be honest, he was pretty pissed, because I just left to look after you." I tried to swallow, and Porsche came closer again; our foreheads nearly touched. "Please tell me that you did it for me and not for... a purpose." His voice was quiet and desperate. I gently stroke his cheek and whispered: "I promise. I did it for you, because... my love isn't gone."
I was scared that he lost that sparkle completely that he always showed when he looked at me, but it was there in this second. "I love you too", was his quiet answer, and I kissed him, so gentle that our lips barely touched. But this touch was full of love – the love wasn’t gone.