"Ohm, who is You Long?" Porchay froze mid-step.
The corridor was empty except for them, but the weight of Ohm's question made it feel suffocating.
Ohm had been watching him for weeks after that weird encounter with driver who was not really a driver—ignoring texts, dodging questions, looking over his shoulder like he expected someone to grab him at any moment. Porchay had always been good at pretending, but not this time.
Not when the bruises on his wrists hadn’t faded even after ointments. Not when his eyes were always puffy, red-rimmed with exhaustion.
And Ohm wasn’t the only one who noticed.
Even Macau—his so-called half-cousin but he was the second years most popular guy only been sitting with them.
Who was also had been giving him looks, the kind that meant he knew something was wrong but was waiting for Porchay to talk first, Something he also knew but not him.
Then there was that night at the bar.
That dangerous-looking man, the one with sharp eyes and an even sharper presence, who had punched their senior so hard the guy crumpled instantly. All because he had tried slipping something into Porchay’s mouth.
And then there was and unknown man. The man who shattered his heart.
He knew nothing about Porchay’s new life.
Porchay swallowed hard. "Ai'Ohm, don’t ask."
Ohm’s jaw clenched. "You think I’m just gonna let this go? You look like shit, Chay. And the way that guy at the bar acted—like he owned you—who the hell was he?"
Porchay exhaled sharply. "It’s not your problem."
"Not my problem?" Ohm let out a humorless laugh. "Are you kidding me? You’re my best friend, and you’re wrapped up in something dangerous. That makes it my problem."
Porchay looked away, gripping his bag strap so tightly his knuckles turned white. "I can handle it."
Ohm scoffed. "Sure. That’s why you’ve been flinching every time someone touches your wrist, why you barely sleep, why even Macau—the most self-absorbed guy I know in the whole university —is worried about you."
Porchay’s breath hitched, his throat tight.
"Tell me the truth, Chay," Ohm pressed, voice softer now. "Who is he?"
For a long moment, Porchay said nothing.
Then, barely above a whisper, "Someone I should’ve never met"
"Porchay You are not with good people"
"Ohm, do you think I don’t know?" Porchay’s voice was sharp, frustration crackling beneath his tired tone.
Ohm narrowed his eyes. "Then act like it. You’re walking straight into something dangerous, Chay."
Porchay let out a bitter chuckle. "For my whole life, I’ve dealt with goons, loan sharks—hell, they’ve beaten me so many times I lost count. And that bastard, Arthee—my so-called uncle—he left me after Porsche Disappeared. Hell I know what i am doing."
Ohm flinched at the raw pain in his voice but said nothing.
Porchay inhaled sharply, his hands curling into fists. "You think I’m dumb? I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m just trying to make my place in something dark, Ohm. So I won’t be tossed aside like I was before."
Ohm scoffed. "And you think this is the way? By getting yourself tangled with Theerapanyakuls?"
Porchay’s jaw clenched. "You don’t get it. They are my Family"

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In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay
FanfictionKimchay, Damwin, RaonWuju, and Jeffcode One shots. Will be containing different Genres and Themes. Purely based on my imagination.