OUR OWN ENDING [KimChay Stories Compilation]

THE BIGGEST FAN

Everybody knows that Chay is a big Wik fan. Probably the biggest Wik fan. Chay loves Wik. However, the problem is he loves Wik a little... too much.

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The loud cheer of the crowd was the only thing that could be heard in the mall's activity center. Only one name can be heard from the noisy crowd.

"Wik! Wik! Wik!"

The rising star waved to his fans as he finished his show tonight. He went down from the stage, greeted his screaming fans, and let them touch his hands. It was a once-in-a-lifetime moment for a fan to touch your favorite singer's hand, especially for Chay who has been a Wik fan for years. Chay is one of the few lucky fans who are able to touch Wik. Fuck. He's in heaven already. Waiting outside the mall for hours is damn worth it.

At this point, everybody knows how much of a fan Chay is to Wik. Chay loves Wik, there's no doubt about that. The problem is Chay loves Wik... a bit... too much... He loves Wik too much to the point he actually camped outside the mall just for this event. He booked in the same hotel where Wik was staying. He did things just to be close to Wik. Everything for Wik.

Who would have thought that a mistake of pressing a random video on YouTube would change his life? At first, it was just a simple song cover. Chay got hooked. Until–thoughtlessly–he's watching all of his covers. Searching for his social media accounts. Attending his gigs and events. Obsessing over him.

However–for Chay–it is not enough. He needs to be closer to Wik. He needs Wik.

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The room was filled with Wik's pictures and memorabilia. Chay spent thousands of money on buying these official merches of Wik. Chay stared at one of the photos hanging on his wall. It was a photo of him and Wik from one of the singer's events where Chay managed to have a 1:1 photo session with him. It was one of the best moments Chay had ever had in his life. To be so close to him, sitting right beside him. Damn it. His eyes were full of hunger and desire for the singer as he stared at the photo. He was breathing deeply like a feral animal hunting his prey. He licked his lips as he felt heat rising in him.

Chay turned on the other side of his room where a huge board plan was nailed up. It laid out one of his insane plans he ever thought of. It should be perfect. It should be flawless once executed. He's been planning this for more than a month. He is ready to give up everything for this. After all, this is his dream, his fantasy. This is his everything.

After that photo session with Wik, Chay became over the edge. He can't get enough of Wik. He wants to be close to him again. Even just a touch of his hair or his skin. Just the scent of his perfume. Just a day or a week. He wants Wik. Chay wants Wik all by himself.

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It was all blurry in Chay's mind. Everything happened so fast. He carried out his plan smoothly as he expected. It was like a plan carved into his mind. Chay gulped as he stared at the unconscious state of his favorite singer, tied up on a bed in the middle of his dark basement. They were in his family's vacation home on the outskirts of town where no one could find them. He was shaking when he was tying him up because he was here, so close to him. He can feel the warmth of his skin against his and the scent of his manly perfume.

"Oh my god," he whispered to himself as he gripped Wik's wallet on his hand and an ID on the other. The thing is Wik is an extremely mysterious artist. No one knows who he is. Everything about him is unknown. His last name. His family. Where he came from. They don't even know if his name Wik is his real name or just a stage name. The singer likes to keep this information private which is understandable. But now that Chay had a chance to personally know Wik, he knows he fucked up. "He's a Theerapanyakul."