In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

53. Happy fucking valentines ( pt15 )

( Long Chapter ahead

It had been days and still, not a single word from Kim.

Porchay sat silently, his arms wrapped tightly around his legs on the edge of the couch.

His fingers gripped the fabric of his sleeves as if holding on would stop him from falling apart.

Would Kim save him? Did he even see the message? Did he even care anymore?

The day was getting closer and closer.

He choked on a sob, unable to hold it in this time.

The day after Korn's harsh word to him oblivious Porsche asked him if he would run away with him. Said they could open a bar in some secluded place, far from all this....somewhere no one could find them. Kinn would make sure of it, he promised.

But Kinn was tied in his Father's shakle.

It was the most impulsive idea Porchay had ever heard… but still, the thought of living in peace with his brother, far away from everything, felt like a dream. A beautiful one.

Yet, he knew better.

You long was like a hound. Relentless. He would find them, no matter where they hid.

And when he did...he would kill them. Porchay knew it. Everyone did. Because Korn was the first one to threatened them to be killed.

Porsche tried so hard to convince him, begging almost. But Porchay had seen too much to believe in fairytales.

How could his life turned this much upside down.

In compound.

Tankhun could only offer him pity now. He was confined too, in his own way bound by rules he chose to accept.

To survive, Tankhun had learned to play his role. And that role slowly bled into his reality, reshaping who he was.

Korn never took him seriously, and that… that was both a curse and a blessing. It kept him underestimated, invisible even. But at least it kept him alive.

Porchay felt undeniably conflicted. Kim had told him he was his...so then, where was he now? Porsche had promised to protect him....so why did it feel like the whole universe was against them?

Why had Youlong and Korn made a pact? What had Korn said to Kim? And what exactly was Kinn doing in the name of protection?

He had no answers. And that hurt more than anything.

Because he was kept blind. On purpose.
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When Kinn and Porsche realized Kim was unreachable, they scrambled to call every guard they thought might be with him.

But Kim, being Kim, had never disclosed any real details—no contacts, no patterns—leaving them utterly lost.

What he told them was only information they had.

Tankhun asked Arm for help, but even he came up empty.

Porsche tried everything to make Porchay back out of the marriage. He couldn’t understand why his brother was so persistent about it. Call it a gut feeling, or maybe just the instinct of an older brother, but watching Chay look that distressed lit something in him, he had to act.

So he began digging into Youlong’s accounts and tracing Korn’s interactions from the past. But all he found was a carefully wiped slate. Just hints suggestions that Korn had been trying to import and export something. Something big. And whatever it was, Youlong’s men had abruptly shut it down.

What was that something Korn was so determined about?
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Korn sat alone in his office, the soft ticking of the clock echoing as he flipped through the latest file from China.