lovesick ~ Kimchay

Extra : Kimmy?

Next morning

The world came into focus in soft waves of white. A black ceiling, fluorescent lights, and the rhythmic beep of a machine beside him.

Dazed, Porchay blinked, the pieces of a nightmare clinging to the edges of his mind. Then, he vividly remembered the day he almost lost Kim, conversations between Porsche and Korn, the argument between Kim and Porsche, the darkness…

Panic constricted his chest. He tried to sit up, a wave of dizziness washing over him.

"Easy Boy," a gentle voice said, drawing his attention to the side of the bed.

Kim sat there, his face etched with concern, but his eyes held a warmth that made Porchay's racing heart slow down a notch.

"Kimmy?" Porchay croaked, his voice dry and hoarse. It felt like forever since he'd spoken.

A smile, tired but genuine, bloomed on Kim's face. "Hey there, sleepyhead. You gave us quite a scare."

Porchay frowned, confusion creasing his brow. "Scare? But… I thought…" his voice trailed off, the memory of the struggle flickering through his mind like a broken film.

Kim reached out, a hesitant hand brushing a stray strand of hair from Porchay's forehead.  "You got a nasty bump on the head, but the doctor says you'll be alright."

Relief washed over Porchay, warm and sweet. He hadn't been dreaming, he actually was safe.

A wide grin, genuine and unguarded, spread across his face. "Kim! You're okay!" he exclaimed, a hint of glee in his voice. "I thought… I thought you…"

He trailed off, not wanting to voice the terrible thought that had haunted him.

Kim seemed to understand. He squeezed Porchay's hand gently. "I'm here, little one. Not going anywhere."

Porchay let out a shaky sigh, the fear finally draining away. He snuggled deeper into the bed, a wave of exhaustion washing over him.

"You must be tired," Kim said, his voice soft. "Want to eat something?"

Porchay nodded, his eyelids already drooping. But before he drifted off, a small question bubbled up.

"Why are we here?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

Kim's smile faltered slightly. He knew he owed Porchay an explanation, but it would have to wait.

"To keep you safe from evil," he said, his voice reassuring. "That's all that matters right now."

Kim settled back into the chair beside the bed, his gaze fixed on Porchay's peaceful face. Relief battled with a growing concern within him.

"Phi I heard Khun Korn and Porsche talking"

"Chay, we will talk later okay?"

"Phi but—

"Porchay!"

 He had brought Porchay here, to safety, but what did that safety look like? What would he say when the inevitable questions came?

"Let's get you little moving. Your muscles must be sore" Kim's voice was firm but gentle.

Porchay's protests dwindled, the heavy pull of headache too strong to resist. He sighed, and Tried to get up. While nodding and trying not make Kim somehow angry with his words.

"Take it easy," Kim said, placing a steady hand on his shoulder. "Let's get you to the bathroom first."

Carefully, Kim slipped an arm under Porchay's
shoulders and another beneath his knees, lifting
him with surprising ease. Porchay wrapped his arms around Kim's neck, leaning into his warmth.

As Kim carried him to the bathroom, Porchay couldn't help but to feel shy and comfort. Kim was strong, how easily he carried him. His toned muscles were really doing thier work effortlessly.

Inside the bathroom, Kim set Porchay down gently on a stool. "I'll be right outside. Take your time."

Porchay nodded, appreciating the privacy. Once he had freshened up, Kim re-entered and helped him back to the bedroom, supporting him with careful grasp.

"Feeling better?" Kim asked.

"Yeah, a bit," Porchay replied, managing a small
smile. "Thanks, Phi Kim" Kim's eyes softened. "Alright, let's get you something to eat."

With the same care, Kim lifted Porchay again and carried him to the kitchen. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and the faint aroma of cooking filled the air.

Kim settled Porchay at the kitchen table ensuring he was comfortable before moving to the stove.

"How about some soup? It's light and should be easy on your stomach," Kim suggested, already filling some into a bowl.

Porchay agreed, his mouth watering at the thought of food.

As Kim placed the bowl in front of him, Porchay could see the steam rising, carrying the comforting scent of home-cooked goodness after so long.

Kim sat across from him, watching intently as
Porchay took the first spoonful. "How is it?"
"Delicious," Porchay replied, his voice still raspy but filled with genuine appreciation.

"Phi where are the house help?" Suddenly Porschay asked as whole house sounded too empty.

"They will come at specific times so you wouldn't get disturb in resting" Kim let out and started to eat his own food.

They ate in comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds being the clink of the spoon against the bowl and the occasional hum from the kitchen appliances.

Porchay felt the warmth of the soup spreading through him, revitalizing his weary body As he finished, he looked up at Kim, a question lingering in his eyes. "Phi Kim, what happened?"

Kim took a deep breath, his expression growing
serious. "There's a lot we need to talk about, Chay. But for now, just know that you're safe. We'll figure everything out together."

Porchay nodded feeling sad after third time Kim still hasn't told him anything yet.

Kim reached across the table, taking Porchay's hand in his own. "One step at a time, okay?"

"Okay," Porchay agreed, squeezing Kim's hand
gently.