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It was supposed to be just a quiet day between the two of them-nothing too special, nothing that would draw too much attention.
Kimhan, always the resultant one, had asked Porchay out ( After messy Break up not so break up ) on what he dubbed "a low-key adventure."
But there was nothing low-key about it to Porchay. His heart had been racing the moment Kimhan took his hand earlier that morning, and it hadn't stopped since.
They had gone from one shop to the next, strolling through the streets, hand-in-hand, both of them secretly stealing glances at each other every few minutes.
Porchay was still getting used to the idea of being this close to Kim, to the fact that things were....changing. But it was a change that felt long overdue.
"You're staring again," Kim said, teasing lightly as he caught Porchay's eyes for the tenth time that hour. His lips curved into a small, knowing smirk
Porchay flushed immediately. "I wasn't staring," he insisted, looking down at his feet."I was just..looking."
Kim let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Same thing, Chay." He gave Porchay's hand a gentle squeeze, and despite the teasing tone, his voice softened as he added, "But I don't mind. I like when you look at me."
Porchay's heart skipped a beat at that. Kim rarely gave compliments so openly, so when he did, it felt like gold. He managed a small smile, still fighting the blush in his cheeks.
"Well, maybe I like looking at you," Porchay mumbled under his breath, his voice barely audible.
Kim stopped walking, turning to face Porchay fully. The playful smirk had disappeared, replaced by a softer, more serious expression of possessiveness. "Good," he said, his voice lower, almost a whisper. "Because I like looking at you too."
For a moment, everything around them seemed to pause. Porchay looked up at Kim, feeling his pulse race.
The way Kim was looking at him right now, with that intense, unwavering gaze—made his knees feel weak. He wanted to say something. anything, but his words caught in his throat.
Before he could think of a response, Kim broke the moment with a laugh. "Come on, let's go win you that plushie," he said, tugging Porchay toward the arcade just ahead.
The sudden shift in tone made Porchay laugh too, the tension breaking. "Okay, but I'm not that great at those claw machines," he warned, though the smile on his face didn't falter.
"I didn't say you had to win it," Kim replied, a glint of determination in his eyes. "I'll get it for you."
"Kim, are you really going to take your chances on that?" Chay asked, eyeing the claw machine filled with stuffed toys, amusement flickering in his eyes.
"Why not?" Kim replied with a smirk, rolling up his sleeves like he was preparing for battle. "Watch and learn."
Porchay watched as Kim, focused and determined, went to work on the machine. Kim had always had a certain intensity to him-a seriousness that made him seem unreachable at times.
But seeing him now, fumbling slightly with the controls of the claw machine, Porchay realized how human he could be too.
Kim wasn't perfect, he was awkward in his own way. And somehow, that made Porchay fall for him even more.
After four failed attempts, Kim's face was flushed with frustration. The claw hovered over the toys uselessly, dropping empty each time. He let out a growl, shaking the machine.
"Kim, stop. Seriously, it’s fine. I don’t want it anymore," Chay muttered, growing embarrassed as other people started watching.
"No, this stupid piece of junk is broken!" Kim barked, giving the machine a sharp kick.
Chay’s eyes widened. "Hey! Don’t make a scene," he said, grabbing Kim’s arm. "You’re going to get us kicked out!"
As if to add insult to injury, a little boy beside them squealed, "Mommy, look! I won!" The kid proudly showed off his newly clawed toy.
Kim’s jaw dropped in disbelief. "Are you serious?" He glanced at Chay, baffled.
Chay burst out laughing, slapping Kim on the back. "Wow, Kim, even a kid is better than you!" His eyes twinkled with mischief. "Let me give it a shot. I can't wait to see your face when I win."
Kim glared, his pride clearly wounded. "If you win, I swear—"
"Yeah, yeah, we'll see," Chay cut him off, stepping up to the machine. On his second try, the claw gripped a plush toy perfectly, dropping it into the prize slot.
"You’ve got to be kidding me," Kim muttered, running a hand through his hair, eyes wide with disbelief.
Chay turned to him, smug. "Guess you’re just bad at it, Kim." He waved the toy in Kim’s face, laughing. "It’s not that hard, really."
"You're enjoying this way too much," Kim huffed, crossing his arms.
"Oh, come on. Don't sulk, big guy," Chay teased, still grinning as he handed Kim the toy. "Here. Consider this a consolation prize."
Kim frowned but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. Watching Chay's laughter, his irritation melted away. "I wasn’t even trying," he mumbled half-heartedly.
"Yeah, sure," Chay said, stifling another laugh. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Kim finally laughed, shaking his head. "You're impossible, you know that?"
"Maybe, but you love it," Chay quipped, throwing an arm around Kim’s shoulders as they walked away.
"Thank you," he said softly, He looked up at Kim, their eyes meeting again.
"You didn't have to do all this, you know. Today's been... more than I could've ever asked for."
Kim shrugged, though his eyes softened at Porchay's words. " I wanted to," he said simply.
"I want to make you happy." Porchay's throat tightened at the sincerity in Kim's voice.
He wanted to tell him how much this all meant, how much he meant, but he wasn't sure he had the right words.
So instead, he just smiled and held Kim little tighter as they continued their day together.
