FOR KIMCHAY [Oneshot collection]

If not fae, then why fae-rtty? 🧚🏻‍♂️

Porchay has a fae friend since he was young, but disappear on him the moment he turned 18.

Not until he sees a senior who looks exactly like his fae best friend on his first day in Univ.

And now, Chay won't stop following his senior all around the campus.

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• i have no knowledge with fae/fairies, please bare with me.

• this prompt was written during lucid era, you could say the au was inspired by the song.

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"How many times do I have to tell you that I am not your fairy, fae, or whatever you call that friend!?" Kim, who is obviously irritated with the freshman that has been following him around, said.

The doe-eyed freshmen looked at him, eyes almost glimmering in tears. "But you're WIK." He chokes.

Kim exasperatedly sighed. "I told you already, I am Kim, not WIK." He saw how the freshie's lips were pursed, and if Kim isn't as irritated right now, he would think the boy is cute. "I'm not your fae friend. I am not a fucking fairy, okay!? Leave me the fuck alone!"

Porchay sniffed and gulped after Kim raised his voice. He took a step back with his shoulder slumped and crouched close to his chest, making him look small.

He's been following around this senior named Kim the moment he saw him on the first day of class. He looks exactly like WIK, his fae best friend, but WIK left him without saying goodbye when he turned 18. That was two years ago; he hasn't seen his fae friend for two whole years. Not a single flower has been left on his study table since WIK left; even if Porchay visits WIK's house—a hundred-year-old oak tree in their backyard—he still doesn't come back; even if he waits the whole night, there is no WIK that showed up.

No matter how many times Kim tells him that he's not his fae friend, Porchay doesn't listen. Kim would scream, push him away, ignore him, and laugh at him with his friends, but Porchay still isn't giving up. How could he? Kim looks exactly like WIK—his figure, height, those silky long hair, high pointed nose, cheeks, sultry eyes, and pale red lips. Even the way Kim dresses is the same as WIK. The only difference is that WIK's voice sounded so soft and warm whenever he talked to Porchay, but Kim's was cold and blunt.

Every day Porchay would run after Kim and call him WIK as if Kim hadn't hated that name the first time Chay called him that.

Porchay would smile widely at Kim—his pearly white teeth blinding—as he greets good morning to his senior.

He would give a stem of a flower, different kinds and colors, each day. Kim would either pass it to his friends or give it to some random girl that would squeal after right in front of Porchay.

Kim has humiliated him multiple times already, and honestly, it hurts Porchay more than he ever felt when WIK vanished. Kim's words hurt; they struck straight at his frail heart.

Porchay is getting tired already. Tired of following Kim like an obedient dog. Tired of getting humiliated by Kim. Tired of getting screamed at and ridiculed. Porchay is tired of seeing those flowers he gave to Kimhan go to the trash can; he doesn't want to see those beautiful flowers get stepped on anymore; it hurts him.

Porchay will stop. He decided to leave Kimhan alone. Kim is right; he's not WIK; he's not Porchay's fae friend and will never be.

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