Ride or Die : a Kimchay Story.

Chapter 7 : P&K

Porchay and Kim POV :

Porchay was surprised to recognize his silhouette before even hearing his voice.

This fucking voice...

His brain reacted faster than he thought it could.

''You.''

Kim's mocking smile made him shiver.
His heart skipped several beats and Chay wanted to convince himself that it was because of the hatred buried within him.

''What are you doing here ? Why are you here ?''

It was a stupid question and Chay knew it.
But he refused to admit that he was here for exactly that reason.
Kim arched an eyebrow, a seductive pout on his face:

''I should ask you that question.''

''Oh ? Then go make a video and send it to me later.'' replied Chay with his most harsh tone. ''I'm busy right now.''

Kimhan's gaze darkened.
He didn't want to show it, but Porchay had the power to hurt him.
However, Kimhan hid his emotions much better, always.

''Really ?''

The harsh tone he had made the youngest surprise and Chay backed up slightly against the door.
Fuck.
Kim was hot when he was mad.
He heard a small sound and turned around quickly.

''Oi ! Shiaaaaa ! The key !''

The key had just fallen to the ground...On the other side of the door.
They were stuck...alone in the same small room.
Fuck, fuck,fuck.
Grumbling, Chay reached into his pockets but...no object found.
Error 404.
What the hell ? Why couldn't he find his....

''Oiiiiiii, P'Rain took my phone to take some damn selfies!'' cried Porchay when he realised that his phone was still with his Phi.

In front of him, the singer had not moved a millimeter.
Standing straight and proud like a magnificent statue, he blinked slowly and Chay was forced to look into Kim's gaze.

''Take your damn cell phone and call someone.''growled Porchay, he could felt the anger rise in his chest.

Why was this guy always so freaking calm ?!
Kim gave him a mocking smile:

''I can't, it's downloading a video right now.''

Porchay gasped angrily.
He sighed deeply before crossing his arms like an angry child.

''I hate you.'' muttered the youngest.

''So much so that you do everything to look like me, huh?''

This time, Kim's smile almost looked sincere, almost.
Porchay no longer wanted to believe in the illusion that his favorite singer represented.
Even his name had been a lie, P'Wik.
P'Kim.
Tsk.
However, Chay's gaze landed on Kim's outfit: damn.
Kimhan was dressed all in white.
Yet every element of his outfit seemed to be the exact opposite of Porchay's outfit.

"You're staring at me." Kim pointed out with a bigger smile.

''Fuck off. If only I had guns for eyes, you'd already be dea-...''

''Oh ?''

As if Porchay had challenged him, Kimhan pushed aside his jacket and grabbed his gun.
Immediately horrified, Chay froze:

''W...What are you doing ?!?''

''Come on, little one, I want to see if you are really capable of it.''

With a casual gesture, Kim threw the gun to the ground and Porchay stopped breathing.
Because of the weapon.
But also because Kim had moved closer to him, so close that he could feel his breath on his face:

''Well ?''

''What do you want?'' Chay growled...but his voice was only a strangled whisper.

''Leave this fucking place or...''

Fuck.
Kim was too close.
Chay stopped breathing, only his heartbeat could be heard in the whole fucking room.
Stupid heart.

''Move !'' whispered Chay.

''I am not done talking.''

''But I am done listening to your bullshit, move away from me !''

I hate you.
Kimhan Theerapanyakul laughed.
A deep and charming laugh.
But so cold... And threatening.

''Take it.''

''What ?''

''Take my gun and everything will be over.''

Kim looked serious.
His eyes landed on the ground, where the gun was and slowly he looked back at Chay.
If Porchay wanted to be free from him...Only death could tear them apart.

''Kill me and get over it.''

''You'r crazy bastard.''

And Porchay took the gun.

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My sweet Porchay is getting bold 🤭 P'Kim, you are in deep sh.... 👀🙌