✧Porchay has had enough of watching Kim walk away✧
It was summer, 3 months after Kimhan regretfully left Porchay. The younger boy had been struggling, yet would never admit that to anyone. God, he was drained but he couldn't tell anyone how he felt.
Even after so long of Porchay being alone, he still wasn't used to not having Kim around. He missed being able to lay in bed, and feel safe because Kim was next to him. He missed walking to the park, hiding in bushes with Kim while trying to hold their laughter when they almost got spotted. He missed Kim.
Porchay had luckily been able to quickly use another university application, allowing him to enter the music degree he had been given (before stupidly throwing it in the bin). Though every time he gets praised for his well written lyrics and producing skills, it reminds him that it is all thanks to Kimhan.
In Porchay's mind, he doesn't deserve all of this success.
Yet the thing that keeps him going is his brother, Porsche. The man is Porchay's everything. When Porchay was 6, he was asked what his favourite hero was in class, his answer was simply 'Porsche'. Nothing could change Porchay's mind. His hero is Porsche, he always has been.
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"Porchay!" Ohm shouted, running down the corridor towards Porchay, causing every other student to turn their heads. Porchay hid his face in embarrassment, trying to ignore his friend, who had already caught up to him.
"Could you be not so loud next time?!" Porchay scolded his friend, who playfully rolled his eyes before lightly punching his friend's shoulder, in which Porchay quickly returned.
"Whatever, apparently some older years are hosting a sleepover! What are you gonna wear ?" Ohm asked, putting his arm around the other's shoulder.
"When did I say I was coming?" Porchay asked, bitterness in his tone. Though Ohm didn't take it to hurt, he knew his friend was exhausted.
"Just now, I read your mind" Ohm winked, teasing the boy who 'tsk'ed before continuing to walk towards the canteen.
"Oh don't be grumpy Porchay! Now what are you gonna wear? I was thinking maybe some orange? Oh maybe a gre-"
Ohm's voice slowly faded. Every noise that Porchay should've heard, faded. He heard maybe a few sigh's from students, but nothing else. There he was, Kimhan.
The same Kimhan that broke Porchay's heart three months ago. The Kimhan that confessed that he infact never loved Porchay and that he boy was just someone...to use. He was just information to use for Kimhan. Porchay remembers that day more than how much he remembers his last birthday. Watching the love of his life walk away from his as he broke down, unable to move or stand up.
The Kimhan that he was watching right now, is not the Kimhan he loved, or should I say, loves. The Kimhan that is kissing Porchay's ex right now, is not the Kimhan Porchay loves.
Or maybe this just isn't Kimhan.
This is Wik.
But, Kim is Wik.
Porchay shrugged his thoughts away, his hearing finally coming back as he watched his friend continue to ramble on. Porchay looked back at Wik, who was surprisingly watching him too. Porchay quickly returned his gaze to Ohm, who was walking towards an empty table.
Porchay followed, swerving through students. Why was Wik watching him? Did he want Porchay jealous? Was this all a game?
"Porchay? You've gone pale! Are you about to die on me?!" Ohm shouted, once again causing everyone to turn towards the two. Porchay slapped his palm on Ohm's mouth, trying to shut him up.
