kimchay one shots

if i ever got the chance by starshineandhappythoughts

Kim was at the studio when Korn called a mandatory, immediate, family meeting. He contemplated not going, of course he did. He'd only gone to a handful of these mandatory family meetings in the last half dozen years. 

But even as he was thinking about it, he was putting his guitar away and offering an apologetic smile to the producer, Heart, and his manager, Star.

"Sorry, I gotta go. Something just came up." He didn't cancel his Wik commitments often. It wouldn't do for Wik to get a reputation for being flighty and untrustworthy. Wik was his future and Kim refused to risk that.

"Based on your face, I'm assuming it's your father rather than your boyfriend," Kim's manager tutted. They had been working with Kim for five years at this point, and were one of few to actually have met Chay though they would never meet his father. But that didn't mean Star hadn't picked up a few things over the years. Kim didn't work with stupid people, especially not those that worked closely with him.

Kim didn't have a face when it concerned his father. He was far too practiced to give that much away. But, according to Star, he did have a face when it came to Chay. Love struck, they said, soft , they teased. They were lucky they did great work or Kim would have found a new manager by now. The threat never went anywhere. Star would just laugh at him and remind him that there weren't many that would accommodate some of the more odd aspects of his family without asking too many questions.

Kim could stay, finish his studio time, and make the demos they had been working on… 

But there was a time and place for disobeying his father and Kim was very intentional with it. He'd learned to play ball at a young age in order to keep as much of his freedom as possible, and with Chay officially living in the compound he was even more careful. Attending the occasional meeting, the occasional dinner, usually stopped his father from sending him in the field for the messier of jobs. Usually. Kim had to burn his favourite band t-shirt last month because he couldn't get the blood out. Chay had been particularly upset about that one since he often wore it to bed at Kim's apartment.

Loss of his favourite shirt, his favourite car, his favorite guitar, it didn't matter. Kim would do whatever was needed to placate and distract his father if it meant keeping him from noticing Chay's existence.

"Hey P'Kim," Chay's voice echoed light and pleased from Kim's car speakers.

"Hey angel," Kim said. He caught his own smiling reflection in his rear view mirror and maybe Star had a point. That didn’t mean they needed to point it out. "Are you at the apartment or the compound?"

"Compound. I’m supposed to go to this important meeting." He sounded disdainful and disinterested then, two feelings Kim wanted him to keep when  it came to the mafia. 

The alarm bells were back though and Kim didn't notice he was speeding for several very long seconds as Chay talked about his plans for the night. Chay was not supposed to be involved. There had been many long angry discussions featuring a lot of yelling from Porsche and Tankhun on the subject. But his father liked to do things his own way, and Chay's presence at the meeting changed Kim's plan to be purposely late. He had planned to bookmark Twitter and Instagram notifications he wanted to reply to later. He'll have to reschedule.

"I'm on my way," Kim said as pulled into the parking lot. "Stay in the back and try not to get noticed."

"I know, Phi," Chay laughed. "Between my brother and yours I've been getting constant training."