FOR KIMCHAY [Oneshot collection]

Pick these flowers that you grew in me 🌷

He loved him too early, but the other loves him too late.

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𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒆.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Auntie Nampheung when will baby Chaychay come out?" Little 5 year old Kim asked with a mixture of curiosity and excitement in his eyes. He's rubbing his small hands on his Auntie's belly as he leans his ear close as if the baby inside would talk to him.

"Just a few more weeks, Kimmy." Nampheung answered the kid.

Since then; Kim has been a constant member of the Kittisawat household. Coming to their house every after class just to see the newborn baby.

Brings home candies and small toys he won at a claw machine for little Chaychay.

Kim was there when Porchay first took a step, when he said his first word, tasted his first solid food, and first day in pre-school.

Until...

"P'Kim! Chaychay will marry you when I get old." 6 year old Porchay said to an 11 year old Kim.

"Marry me? You can't marry me, Chaychay." Kim calmly said before wiping the corner of Porchay's lips with smeared ketchup from the fries they're eating.

Porchay let out an hmp sound as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Why not?" He whined. "The teacher said we should marry the person we love!" He added, frowns on his forehead, making Kim chuckle. "Chaychay loves P'Kim!"

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"P'Kim! I know what graduation gift I want!" 12 year old Porchay said while twirling around the school ground wearing his white graduation gown.

Kim is watching him with fondness swimming in his eyes. "What gift do you want, Chaychay?"

"Marry me, P'Kim!" The younger one immediately answered, looking hopeful to a 17 year old Kimhan.

"I told you, you can't marry me." Kim chose to just ruffle Porchay's hair making the younger one groan with how he messed up his perfectly groomed hair.

"I'll marry you someday, phi!"

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"P'Kim, congratulations!" Porchay happily said as he handed a bouquet with a mixture of yellow tulips and forget-me-nots. The bright yellow color of the Tulips perfectly contrasts the light and faded blue color from forget-me-nots.

With a smile, Kim pulled Porchay for a hug and enveloped him in his black graduation gown, making the younger one blush. "Thank you, Chaychay" Kim softly mumbled against Porchay's ear.

"P'Kim..." Chay said as he pulled away from the hug. "I like you." He confessed with such honesty laced with adoration in his eyes. "I mean it, P'Kim."

"Chaychay, we've talked about this before. No, I will not marry you."

"I'm not asking you to marry me." Porchay answered, sounding all defensive. "I'm telling you that I like you. That I have feelings for you."