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Porchay had no choice. He had no choice at all but he didn’t mind to follow Tankhun and Saphyr to buy about everything those two wanted. The older brother even had to lie to him for the boy to accept, explaining that he still needed him to accompany them so he would be able to make his precious nephew smile even when he was trying on clothes.
Porchay saw through it but he didn’t feel like rejecting it this way, it made sense and when he saw how many clothes he was trying, he thought that it was a good thing he could still entertain the little boy who already had a new outfit chosen.
“So, what do you think about this?” He says, walking proudly out of the fitting roon. It was a red trousers and Tankhun was carefully looking at his reaction.
“It looks good but maybe…I mean I always feel that pink suits you more.” He honestly answers.
“Not bad, not bad…I agree! I truly agree with this!” He says, going back inside before coming out, and again and again, and again with other clothes and outfits and it seemed to never end.
“Pretty!”
“Great!”
“Amazing!”
“Ewww!”
Saphyr is reacting without really understanding what is happening but he looks like he enjoys making comments sitting on Porchay’s legs.
He can’t stop laughing when Tankhun tries to imitate the top model, and Porchay has to admit that it is hilarious, himself smiling kindly.
“Are you laughing?” Tankhun gets fakely angry and just takes Saphyr in his arms, walking the fake stage with him and if some people look weirdly at them he doesn’t really mind, Porchay is delighted by what he is witnessing. A happy family, a happier family then what he thought of seeing.
“It’s time for you to choose something !”
“Yes! Pourchay!” The boy claps loudly but he is confused.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that find something you love and take it or just do the walk like me, you are free to choose.”
“I- I can’t accept. “ Porchay says, standing up with his hands refusing politely.
“You can ‘cause I am the one to give the opportunity, please…it will make me happy.” Tankhun pouts and the boy doesn’t feel like making him feel disappointed.
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“Thank you, for real.” Porchay says, both sitting at a table while Saphyr is playing in a space for children.
“For what ? These pants? Listen , I am glad that I can give you advice. These red pants will look so good on you, better than me! It already did when you tried it right?”
“Yeah…I mean…I am just the babysitter…and you paid for this shopping…” Porchay ducks his head a little, he still feels weird about this.
“Hey softie…aren’t you a little too entitled to your condition?” Tankhun asks with a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Entitled?”
“Yes! Look, you may only be the babysitter, but my precious nephew is so happy when he sees you. You may only be the babysitter but you are playing with him when no children can really play because of the bodyguards…you are only the babysitter but I think that you understood quickly that it’s always more than just this.”
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🧡 The crafty hug 🦊 ✨️ KIMCHAY AU ✨️
Fanfic✨️Porchay, a young university student, is taking the job of watching over the young Saphyr in a house where warmth is more hidden than anything. A tenderness Porchay got from his brother and that will surprise more than he can even think Kim, the la...
