✨️And if I dance my clothes as I dress my heart 📚 KIMCHAY AU 📚✨️

3. He looks at him with sparkles ✨️

(Hiiii🥺💗✨️ I hope that you are smiling as much as you should and if not on your face in your heart 🫂✨️ sending you love 🫠🫠 our teachers are back 🥹 wishing you a good reading ✨️ take care 💗 love you 💗)

“Hi.” Kim says, walking to Porchay who was sitting in the teacher’s room. It is so early in the morning, they are the only ones here and they both wonder why.

“Hello.” Porchay says back. “You’re early.”

“You are too.” Kim smiles, sitting on the table close to Porchay on his chair.

“And you begin to act like our students.” Porchay mocks him, making Kim giggles.

“True, I am just answering to play with you I admit.” He smiles, tilting his head and Porchay blushes, he doesn’t know why he has this warm feeling spreading through his chest when Kim is around.

“Well…I am here early because I just wanted to check on the material in my classroom and also…I wanted to see the sky turning from dark blue to clear blue. Just a personal liking.”

“That’s pretty, that’s such a pretty thing to do.” Kim leans close to him. “To be honest, I am here early because I have to prepare equipment for today’s class but when I saw you here I couldn’t resist talking to you.”

“I might let you buy me a drink one day, but don’t be that flirty at school.” Porchay sides eye him.

“I am doomed, you understand…” Kim pouts softly. “But I really have something I want to talk about to you.” He explains, putting more distance between them.

“Which is?”

“I want to ask you if you want to participate in the school competition. It’s a sport.”

“Why ? Do you need help to count ?” Porchay giggles, smiling widely. He has no idea of what he can be able to do to help them.

“You’re not far from it!” He laughs. “But the organisation…all of this. We need help and I am always asking some teachers if they want to participate.”

“Why me?”

“Because I felt like asking you.” Kim moves his legs in a cute way, flying in the air.

“I-...” Porchay doesn’t know what to say but he also doesn’t want to let his colleague down, the one who welcomed him the bestest way. “Okay. I will help you. Tell me where, when, how and what, and I will give you a hand.”

“You will? Oh!” Kim jumps from the table, rustling Porchay’s hair before running away. “Thank you!” He screams from the corridor and the boy stares at him in disbelief. He has no idea of what happened.

—-

“Everyone please, come take a card.” Porchay says after putting them on the table.

“What is this even for?” One of them asked, intrigued.

“You need to take the flower which represents your thoughts, your state, how you feel this morning, and we might talk about it after.” He smiles, making them intrigued.

“Well, let’s not do maths.” One boy laughs, standing up. This is what Porchay thought. If one goes, the rest follows. They all walk, one after another to take one card, before walking back to their seat. He knows that they are taking as much time as possible to choose but he doesn’t mind. He decides to adapt to their rhythm too.

“Where did you even find this?” One girl asks, wondering how those flowers looked so real.

“I bought flowers, I made them dry and then I glued them to the paper, to finally put plastic over, you know, for it to have a real card texture.” He explains, taking his own. Porchay had chosen a lot of colours and of different colours. He had wanted to give them the most possibilities.