FOR KIMCHAY [Oneshot collection]

One with the rain 🌧️

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𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

• fluff - mild smut - fluff •

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Porchay knew how hard it would be dating the country's pop star—Wik—but what can he do? He fell in love with Kim—hard and deep. He has already accepted the fact that there would be more times that he couldn't see and talk to Kim than be with him. Porchay already knew that he needed a whole lot of patience and understanding when Kim couldn't celebrate their anniversaries with him. Chay already knows that his boyfriend needs to leave the country for months—touring and other schedules. Porchay has already accepted those things for years, but it didn't lessen the love he feels for his boyfriend; hence, those things made not just Chay but also Kim more mature in their relationship.

That's why seeing Kim leaning on his car outside his university—waiting for him—not only surprises him but every student present. It's not always for their favorite pop star to be casually seen outside their university, especially not while holding a small sunflower bouquet in hand.

Porchay's lips slowly widened before he ran excitedly towards his boyfriend. "P'Kiiiiim!!!" he yelled with his delighted, high-pitched voice. "How come you're here?" Chay added as he threw himself at his boyfriend. His arms immediately found their way to Kim's neck—wrapping them tightly—and his face nuzzling on Kim's neck—inhaling his boyfriend's scent that he surely missed the most—musk mixed with cedar wood, very manly and inviting. "You said your tour ends next week?"

Kim's arms quickly wrapped around Porchay's waist, like they had their own minds and knew where they belonged. He missed this. Kim missed his boyfriend so much. Three months away from Porchay have been nothing but hell. "I cancelled the photoshoots and interviews." he casually answered, as if he didn't beg his manager to let him go back home a week earlier, as if the rest of his team didn't lecture him about how badly it would reflect on his name if these cancelled schedules came out on news sites, but does Kim care? Of course not. "I missed you, Angel." Leaning down, Kim sniff-kissed on his boyfriend's temple, something he loves doing every time Porchay's nuzzling in his neck.

Chay lifted his head up, out of the comfort of Kim's neck. "I missed you too, Phi!" he answered with pursed lips.

"Date?" Cupping his boyfriend's cheeks—squishing those little fats—Kim pecked Porchay's pursed lips. "Wanna go on a date with me, Angel?"

Nodding his head urgently, Porchay reciprocated Kim's peck for him—now on his boyfriend's widely grinning lips. "Yes, please!"

Satisfied with his boyfriend's answer, Kim handed him the small sunflower bouquet—it only had one sunflower but was surrounded by a hundred white little baby's breaths. "You made this?" Porchay asked as he hugged the bouquet close to his chest, preciously looking at it as if it was the best bouquet he received from Kim, as if his boyfriend didn't give him a huge bouquet of 520 pieces of sunflowers from their last anniversary.

With a slow and shy nod, "Does it look bad?" Kim answered Porchay's question with another question. Chay wanted to just pull out a whole PowerPoint presentation for Kim just to let him know that—no, it doesn't look bad—yes, it's not as pretty and as tidy as how a professional florist would do, but for Porchay, all of Kim's effort—how he carefully tied the ribbon around it, the way he matches the blue wrapper to a slightly darker shade that gave a whole contrast to the yellow sunflower and white baby's breath colors, and with his handwritten letter from a small card slipped inside the bouquet—are the things that made it more special than the rest of the flowers he received from Kim.