FOR KIMCHAY [Oneshot collection]

You keep my secret, I keep you.

"𝐖𝐈𝐊, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐍𝐃𝐀!"

Were the words boldly written on a banner Porchay raised at Kim's concert. Following the Tiktok trend, he wanted to see how his favorite singer would react.

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WIK kept on looking at him. Chay knows that his idol has been glancing at him from time to time—when he's performing or even when he's just doing his ment. He could feel WIK's eyes on him, and he doesn't have any idea why.

Wait! Did he see the placard I'm holding?—Porchay mumbled to himself; his hand flew on his mouth in an instant. His grip on the said placard tightened. I know it's a bad idea! He continued talking to himself.

By the second half of the concert, Porchay took a few deep breaths—encouraging himself—before he bravely raised a board that said, WIK, MAKE ME SIGN AN NDA! all in bold letters. He saw it trending on TikTok, and he wanted to try it, wanting to see if he would get the same reaction from the artists as in those videos.

But Porchay has been getting those looks from WIK since he started singing his first song—like he's been wanting to talk to Porchay, snatch him from the crowd, and keep him locked in his dressing room. Instead, what WIK did was more than what Porchay expected. He was dumbfounded when WIK walked straight up in front of him, jumped down the stage, and climbed up the barricade—the only physical wall between their bodies. WIK locked eyes at Porchay, making him hold his breath. WIK's eyes move from Porchay to the board he's holding. WIK has this satisfied smirk on his face—Porchay could clearly see how WIK's lips slowly move to form that mischievous smirk on his face. Porchay's eyes widened when WIK's eyes went back to him. The artist pointed at his board before he winked at Porchay, followed by a small nod. The next thing that Porchay knows is that WIK went back to the stage, leaving him floored.

What fuck just happened?

When Porchay glanced back at the stage, WIK was already saying his thanks to all the fans for coming to his concert. The singer's already finished his last song and has already turned his back from the crowd, getting off the stage.

How long was he spacing out?

How long was he distracted?

Okay, forget about it, Porchay. It's nothing! Porchay kept on telling himself while waiting for the pit area to clear for him to leave the arena. But no, WIK's manager just tapped his back, leaning closer to him; she whispered, "WIK wants to see you."

Porchay's heart started pounding; he didn't know what to feel. Should he be scared or excited, or should he run away? But before he could think of anything, WIK's manager had already led him backstage, her hands tightening on Porchay's arm. "Let's go; he's waiting." but they weren't stopping at any doors they walked past; they continued walking until they reached the private parking lot.

Parked in front of them is a black van, shiny and huge. The door opens automatically, and Porchay gasps upon seeing WIK sitting near the window, eyes on him with a thin smile on his face. He was wearing a black shirt tucked in his black pants and boots, and his hair was tied in a low ponytail. He looks fucking hot are the exact words that kept on running in Porchay's head. "Come in." WIK said, and his voice sounded so alluring, sucking in all of Porchay's remaining senses.

Porchay doesn't know what's wrong with his feet and legs, but they suddenly have a mind of their own that his feet start moving closer to the van; his feet take a step up the van until he's seated beside WIK. His close proximity with WIK is making his heart pound so much he thinks his heart has pumped so much blood already that his other organs are drowning.