In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

44. Happy fucking valentines ( pt7 )

Kim had cracked the scene, It was footage from the front of the compound. His jaw clenched, fingers tightening around his phone as his eyes burned with fury.

Oh, he was going to kill that Chinese bastard. And it wasn't going to be quick or clean.

Because even he, for all his possessiveness, for all his power, had never been this forceful with Porchay.

You Long had crossed so many lines. In every level.

How could he? How dare he?

A voice called out.

"Khun WIK."

Kim's expression shifted instantly. The anger disappeared beneath a well-practiced mask, a slow, lazy smile curving his lips.

Smoothly, he slid the phone behind him onto the car seat and rolled down the window, his eyes now sharp and unreadable.

"Yes?" he purred, as if he hadn't just been plotting a murder.

"The hotel manager will pick up," Phi Ven informed him.

"Thank you, Phi Ven," Kim replied smoothly.

The moment his manager disappeared from sight, the polite smile vanished from Kim's face.

His expression hardened, shadows settling over his features.

In the front seat, Keng sat beside the driver, his posture straight, waiting for the inevitable.

"Boss, your orders?" Keng asked, his tone laced with quiet anticipation.
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Few Days later

"Ai Porchay, are you ignoring me?" Ohm called out, jogging after him.

"Porchayyyyyyy!" he yelled again, finally catching up and grabbing his shoulder.

"Oh-Ohm, I didn't hear you," Porchay mumbled, stopping in his tracks but still refusing to turn around.

Ohm scoffed. "That's fucking absurd! I've been yelling my lungs out!" He stepped in front of Porchay, forcing him to face him.

Porchay sighed, shifting uncomfortably. "Ohm, you shouldn't be with me."

Ohm frowned. "What? Bro, what are friends for?" He grinned, nudging him lightly, trying to lighten the mood.

Porchay's fists clenched at his sides. "Ai Ohm, please try to understand," he whispered. "Being around me is dangerous. Look at them-" he gestured subtly at the students lingering in the hallway, their judgmental stares burning into his skin.

"They're looking at you like trash just because you're hanging out with me. If you stay with me, they'll exclude you too." His voice cracked, and a few tears slipped down his cheeks before he could stop them.

Ohm clicked his tongue in irritation. "And? You think I give a shit about them?" He crossed his arms. "What, you think I'm so weak that I care about their opinions?"

Porchay looked down. "It's not about that, Ohm. It's just... I don't want you to get dragged into my mess."

Ohm scoffed, stepping closer. "Dragged into your mess? What mess, Chay? That you're stuck in some shitty situation? That you're dealing with crap you don't deserve? That's exactly why I'm here I am always! Those lone sharks to that creepy bar! I'VE BEEN THERE. You don't get to push me away just because things are hard."

Porchay shook his head. "You don't understand, Ohm-"

Ohm grabbed his face, forcing Porchay to look at him. "Then make me understand. But don't you dare push me away. My mum will beat you and me okay. Please don't"