FOR KIMCHAY [Oneshot collection]

Situationship: Epilogue

"𝒀𝒆𝒔, 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚."

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Kim thought he could last for a week. He has plans on talking to Porchay again after a week, when they're both calm and ready to talk properly.
But on the third night—just past midnight—he could hear muffled sobs, sniffs, and something that somewhat sounded like heavy breathing through the mouth.

He was planning to ignore those sounds, thinking that he might've been just imagining things since it’s midnight, but when he realized that the eerie sound came from the right side of his room—through his slowly ajar window—Kim jerked up from his bed.

The right side of his room and that window are directly opposite the balcony of Porchay's room, and God, if what Kim is thinking is true, then the broken sobs and despairing cries were from Porchay.

He slightly slid the curtains that's covering the window and moved the slightly ajar window wider. The cries grew louder, and the sobs also became more depressing.

But he couldn't see Porchay clearly; the balcony's front and side guardrails are covered by wood to give enough privacy inside. Kim can only see the top of Porchay's head, but it's ducked down. He could imagine how Chay is hugging his knees to his chest as he cries.

Fuck!

You know what? Fuck it. He'll go to Porchay, pull him into his arms, and tell him how much he still loves that man. No, he can't handle how heartbreaking those cries are, not when he knows he's also at fault.

The next thing that Kim did was sprint out of his room; he went straight to the Kittisawat house's backyard. Kim knew where the spare key was; he knew the way inside the house and had it memorized by heart.

He stopped outside Porchay's room, and from there, Kim could clearly hear Porchay's cries.

He knocked, almost like he was in a hurry. He knocked and knocked until he could hear little shufflings inside Porchay's room, until he heard Porchay's heavy sniff and light footsteps.

When Porchay opened the door, Kim didn't waste a single second—not even a nanosecond; he wanted to be with Porchay this instant. He stepped inside in a hurry, kicked the door closed behind him, and...

"K-kim what are you—"

Kim's hands flew to Porchay's face, cupping both of the younger man's cheeks and crashing their lips together in great need. And damn, kissing Porchay again after more than six months felt so gratifying. So electrifyingly good. Kim felt thousands of electrons rushing through his spine up to his nape, making his little hairs stand proudly.

Porchay let out a muffled and surprised shriek, and it made Kim swiftly thrust his tongue past Porchay's plump lips. "Kim..."

One of Kim's hands left Chay's cheeks but reached for Porchay's hand. He guided Chay's hand up to his nape, letting Porchay know how much he wanted those arms around him—and Porchay did. He wrapped his arms tightly around Kim's nape when he fully grasped what was happening.

Without a single hesitation, Porchay kisses Kim back—with such need and hunger—letting his lips do the talking, pouring all the emotions he's feeling—for Kim, for their friendship, the relationship they surely both wanted to start over with, for them.