In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

48. Happy fucking valentines ( pt10 )

Porchay knew after what Kim done he had no reason to keep him in his life. But his heart, No, In his heart he already forgave him. Maybe his mind wouldn’t comply but he did.

"Phi?" Porchay's voice was softer this time, still laced with sleep but now edged with suspicion.

Kim gripped the phone tighter  as if this was all a dream.

He wanted to say something anything say something you bastard he thought.

But his throat felt tight, his emotions pressing against his chest, How can he say anything?

"If you're going to stay silent, I’m hanging up," Porchay warned as his tone turned impatient.

Kim exhaled shakily while his lips parting....but still no words came out.

"Phi Kim," Porchay sighed, his voice quieter now. "Why are you doing this?"

Kim swallowed hard. "I don’t know."

"Then don’t call me in the middle of the night just to breathe into the phone," Porchay muttered, rubbing his eyes. "It's weird."

A small, breathy chuckle escaped Kim before he could stop it.

Porchay froze.

"...Are you crying?"

Kim pressed the heel of his hand against his eyes, trying to compose himself. "No."

"Liar," Porchay said immediately, but this time, his voice was softer.

Kim let out another shaky breath. "I just... I just wanted to hear you."

Porchay didn’t answer right away. Kim could hear the faint rustling of sheets, a slow inhale on the other end.

"...I unblocked you because I was tired of seeing your number and not knowing what you wanted," Porchay admitted. "But I didn’t expect this."

Kim bit his lip. "Do you want me to stop?"

Porchay hesitated. "Go to sleep"

That answer shouldn’t have made Kim’s heart ache the way it did.

"Hmm Good night" Kim said with voice barely above a whisper.

Porchay sighed. "You too"

And before Kim could even respond, the line went dead.

Kim closed his eyes, gripping the phone like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
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Porchay sat on the edge of the university grounds, his gaze fixed on the football field where teams were practicing.

Yet, he wasn’t really watching them. His mind was elsewhere, replaying that strange, silent phone call from Kim.

The way his breath had hitched, the way he had said nothing yet everything at once.

It lingered in his thoughts, he felt the guilt within his own heart.

Beside him, Ohm was far more invested in the game or rather, in one particular player.

He wouldn’t admit it, but his eyes never strayed far from him.

Then, with a powerful strike, that player scored a goal.

Ohm shot up, cheering, his excitement bubbling over. He turned to Porchay, expecting him to share in the energy, but instead, he found his friend completely zoned out with distant expression

Frowning, Ohm nudged him gently. "Hey."

Porchay blinked, snapping out of his daze. "Huh?"

Ohm gave him a look. "Dude, what’s up with you?"

Porchay exhaled slowly, shaking his head. "Nothing… just thinking."

Ohm arched a brow. "About?"

Porchay hesitated, he nervously tapped the floor "Nothing important."

Ohm didn’t buy it.

"Oh, GOD DID YOU SEE MY GOAL. FUCK IT WAS SO COOL"

Ohm felt his brain short-circuit.

Macau was grinning like an idiot, his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, his shirt now tossed over his shoulder.

The way he wiped his face, flexing just enough to make his abs stand out....FUCK.

Ohm wasn’t looking. No, he definitely wasn’t staring.

But then, why the hell was Macau walking in slow motion?

It was like one of those scenes....his toned body glistening under the stadium lights, the heat of his post-game excitement radiating off him like some goddamn sports anime protagonist while he felt like the love interest...

Ohm was fucked up.

So dearly fucked.

What a Sight to behold.

Those abs look delicio—FUCK!

He snapped out of it, swallowing hard as he forced himself to look away. Or it will send the already turning on south to stand up in north.

Look at the ground, look at the sky, hell, look at the sweaty socks lying around—just not at him.

Macau smirked, finally noticing Ohm’s dazed expression. "What? Starstruck? I know I’m Hot, but damn, Dumbass, keep it together"

Ohm scowled, shoving him. "Shut up, rich bastard!"

Macau only laughed, slinging an arm around Ohm’s shoulder. "Aw, don’t be shy. You can admit it.....I looked hot, didn’t I?"

Fucking unfair.

Ohm wanted to strangle him. Or maybe kiss him. God, why was the universe like this?

Ohm scoffed.

"I was looking at him." Without thinking he pointed toward the goalkeeper, who, to be fair, was good-looking.

Macau’s expression shifted instantly. His eyes widened, then darkened with irritation. His jaw clenched. Who the hell was that guy?

His first instinct was to hunt the bastard down....not kill, maybe... but definitely make him regret existing.

Ohm smirked, catching the way Macau was glaring at the poor, unsuspecting goalkeeper. "What are you doing? Trying to burn the field down with your eyes?"

Macau’s grip on Ohm’s shoulder tightened, but he didn’t respond.

Instead, he turned toward Porchay, who was watching them with an amused, knowing smile.

"Uncle Korn invited us over this weekend. Is something important happening?" Macau asked, his voice still slightly stiff.

Porchay tilted his head, thinking. "I'm not sure... But Hia invited Ohm too."

Macau blinked, then slowly turned back to Ohm. Who also said "Oh, right. This weekend."

Then his expression shifted again....back to mischief. "And what exactly is your role there, Ohm?" He raised an eyebrow, lips curling.

Ohm rolled his eyes. "Why do I need a role? Maybe I was just invited because I’m actually likable."

Macau snorted. "Mm, unlikely."

Porchay sighed, shaking his head before playfully smacking Macau’s shoulder. "Don’t be mean."

Ohm, meanwhile, was fuming. "Yeah, don't be an ass, Macau."

Macau grinned, then suddenly pinched Ohm’s cheek hard. "Aww, look at him. Poor little baby is sad because I called him useless without actually calling him useless."

Ohm snapped. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Macau was already running. "Try me, shortie!"

Porchay groaned. "God, not again."