where the sunflower never wakes up | KimChay Fanfic Oneshot 🔞

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The sagging willow tree reaches for the pond below it. Underneath its shade stand a table and a pair of chairs. On the table sits a cup of tea, that has gone cold. As the person enjoying its beauty had fallen asleep on one of the chairs. Behind the resting man comes forward another of his age. "Love, come in the house. It's cold tonight," says the male. His voice is gentle so the other old ears did not hear it. He lightly placed a hand in his shoulder. The asleep stirs awake. "Oh. Hello, dear. Did I feel asleep?" Porsche asks. Kinn kisses his hair as he rubs the other's arms. "Yes, you did. I had to wake you since it's gotten colder." Porsche lifts his head so it's his lips Kinn kisses.

"Has he arrived yet?" Porsche questions. "On his way," Kinn replied. Porsche gets up from his seat. "And Kim?" he inquires. Kinn sniffs his husband's cheeks. "You worrywart. Things are gonna be fine," he assures him. Porsche smiles, but neither could deny their anxiety.

They enter the dining hall. The maids are fretting over the food and decorations. Despite the renovation it went through, memories of it being desolate still haunts them. The long table has since been destroyed. Repurposed to be benches in the garden and turned to a round table for family dinner. A decade ago it had been redesigned. Used only by Kinn and Porsche. A decade it had been since Porchay left and pursued a life of his own.

A decade of waiting. And finally he's come home.

The main doors open, and they hear Tankhun's singing. Some maids scurried to greet him.

"I am here~" he sang to the high ceilings of the foyer. He enters with pazzazz. Clothes flowing as he dances towards his dear brother and Porsche. "Oh, dear, happy birthday," he says to Porsche and kisses him cheek to cheek. He's just come home from Paris.

Then they hear Vegas calling over his daughter. Pete then followed suit with a gentle reminder. The dining hall soon erupted with commotion.

"Lily, look where you're going," Vegas says as his daughter runs towards a step down the dining area. The little girl, soon turning 5, runs up to her uncle Porsche presenting him with her new doll. "Uncle! Uncle! Look, I brought the doll you gave me for my birthday!" she glees. Porsche squats to meet her eyes. "What do you like about her?" he asks, poking the doll's cheek. "I like her eyes and her hair. They're like Papa!" she said, beaming with love. Porsche stands to greet his friend. "Thank you for coming." Pete extends his arms to greet the second patriarch of the family. "Happy Birthday, Porsche."

"Ai'Pete!~ Long time no see, dear!" Tankhun screeched with excitement. "I haven't seen you in years, trapped in that little island of yours."

Pete sniggers and rolls his eyes. "Nice to see you too, Khun'Tankhun. I am married not taken hostage," he corrects him.

The older sneers, "Same difference."

"How are you? How's the island?" Porsche asks, leading Pete and Sicily to the table. A maid takes the girl's hand to get her to her seat. After Pete hands her the child's bag. "A little exhausted from the trip, but well. Sicily's growing to be a much more patient child now, compared to when she was a toddler." Porsche chuckles. Sicily was the kind of girl with the need to see everything. What goes, she must know. "And the island is fine. The ocean is now abundant. Harvest is getting better each year. I couldn't ask for more." There's satisfaction in him. One thing that every one seeks. "How about you? How's retirement?" Pete asks.

"Amazing. Since Kim had took over, I don't have anything to worry. Although, I must say, he got rid of us very quickly," Porsche jests.

"I could say the same with Venice."