✨️Porchay only wanted to meet his online friend, he only wanted to meet Kim, not knowing that this was all a lie, the real Kim is a police officer who doesn't even know about his existence but needs to save his life ✨️
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Tankhun got closer to the door. He saw the a small paper near the doorknob which couldn't be opened : “Remembering is the key.”
“What does it mean!” He yields before witnessing the key, inside of a transparent little cube and a lock set on it.
“Damn…” The code seems to be in letters. “Names… should I find names…” He whispers, before turning around, overwhelmed by all of those pictures.
“How can I remember…”
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The rope begins to weaken but isn't breaking for now. Kim is continuing to do this, not doubting that Porchay is already at the end of what he can endure.
Tears fell from his pupils. Kim doesn't realise it before feeling Porchay’s body twitch while it tries to contain it.
“Porchay?” He raises his head, his vulnerability hurting.
“Don’t…look at me…” He continues, still hiding as much as he can of himself.
“What's happening? Can't you tell me? I am doing my best, look, I will be free soon and free you and-”
“That's not…this…”
“What?” He asks, not hearing what he murmured.
“THAT'S not …this…”
“What can…break you down so much more than our situation?”
Porchay chuckles. Sobs are out without him even realising that they were coming. The point of not coming back and being totally transparent about what he feels has been reached.
“I don't know…” He whispers, before raising his head with a painful expression, a gorgeous one if Kim had to be honest. The torment was seducing him, he wants to give comfort to Porchay, but not as much as what those words are erupting in him after. “Might be…my love for you…”
“Porchay…this…”
“Don't tell me that's a lie, don't! I know that you aren't this artistic one. I know that you're colder and that you keep a wall between us! I know all of this ! And the way you hesitate, and the way- I also… know how you make feel… you. As a human. Just you. Do people always fall in love after knowing each other? I got a soft spot for real, I know it isn't love in a big picture! I KNOW… but it's still here… and I am always so ridiculous in front of you… this breaks me more than my tied up hands…” Porchay’s tears are making his cheeks wet. His chest moves rapidly and his breath is erratic.
