✨️Porchay is a math teacher who is wearing clothes considered as feminine for society. He has to face the rejection of some people, making him move out from schools✨️
He is beginning at a new place where the students are in a complicated environment...
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Kim can't wait. He has so much to do for this morning but he is confident. Everything will look perfect as they always can.
His heart is shaking when he witnessed Porchay coming inside of the gymnasium. He is melting so rapidly that he wonders if lava wasn't just thrown at him. He doesn't get how he could have been seduced this much by this boy.
He didn't get the sensation of a first sight of love, it wasn't like this at all. He is cute, pretty, for sure, but this isn't what slapped royally Kim.
It was his strength. As small as he seemed to be, he is the total contrary, Kim supposes that he had to face a lot of trouble, ones he should have never gotten just to be himself.
Porchay had a fire around him. In the way he acts, in the way he talks and if Kim was honest he might have recognised that this fire is perfect to tame someone who feels slippery. He has the sensation that his life is kinda a river, aiming towards nothing but he likes it here. When he met Porchay, he had another sensation, the one about this lava being mixed with the flow. As incredible as it can be, he feels that it happened, and it makes sense, as incredible as love can be.
Kim's lungs are strangled. Love. The word appeared in his mind so easily. He thinks that he might love him. He doesn't want to believe in it for now, he got trapped by his own thoughts so many times.
Porchay just had this natural way of making his existence flustered. And this pink top highlighting his soft features with so much poetry isn't helping at all.
“What is this pretty pink flower doing here?” Kim asks when he sees Porchay close enough to him.
“P'Kim…” He giggles. “I am giving you the material like you asked me, to help.”
