OUR OWN ENDING [KimChay Stories Compilation]

UNDER PRESSURE, UNDER YOU [R-18]

"Wrapped in passion, every touch is a shot of liquid fire."

Kim needed one, but how could he get one when Chay wasn't even around to give it to him?

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Did you ever witness someone going through withdrawal from an addiction? Kimhan seemed to be experiencing that at the moment. He has been pacing around his dressing room for the past thirty minutes, biting his nails and murmuring inaudible words under his breath. He could feel his core shaking, the craving in his system strong and unwavering. His team thought it was just concert anxiety, but no. It wasn't that, it was more than that.

"Is Porchay here already?" Kim asked for the nth time with a quivering voice. His team had lost count of how many times Kim asked that question. They even had a bet on which question he would ask next. Sometimes he asked it another way.

"When is Porchay coming?"

"Where in the hell is Porchay?"

"Why is Porchay not here?"

Tankhun, who is also Kim's handler, sighed and answered, "No, Kimmy. Chay-chay is not here yet. You know he has an exam today, right? It will take some time to finish it, but he will surely be in your concert. Don't worry." he answered before going back to his phone. "Don't miss him too much. He will be here later," he added.

The trembling of Kim's core worsened upon hearing that Chay was not there. They don't understand. This is beyond missing him. Chay had something that Kim badly needed, especially before the show. He needs it badly, and Kim needs it now.

He was in his full makeup and outfit. He could hear his fans screaming from the outside. He has a sold-out show tonight and another one tomorrow. They rehearsed so hard for this. This is his dream, and it is already happening. Yet, he is here, pacing around the room, feeling sick. Chay is the only cure for this, but how is he supposed to do that when he is not here?

Then, a knock interrupted his thought. A lady peeked her head in the door and said, "Wik, 30 minutes until showtime. We will wait for you backstage." Kim only nodded, and the lady left. This is it, yet he doesn't feel good. But they can't cancel this show now. Wik doesn't want to disappoint his fans, and Kim knows Chay doesn't want that either.

They got out of the dressing room. Tankhun is trailing behind Kim, updating him on whatever is happening online. Kim wasn't completely listening to him. His eyes wander around, searching for Chay. Every person who passed by him, he hoped, was his boyfriend. Fuck. Where was Porchay when Kim needed him?

Sex. That's what Kim needed so badly. It was his own pump of adrenaline. The energy after orgasm was inexplicable. It felt like he could sing and perform nonstop for hours. The energy was ideal for his performance. It was perfect! The blissful feeling of after-sex can make Kim smile widely throughout the show. Kim and Chay have been doing that every time the singer has an event or gig. It was their routine before the show.

Now, though, how about? How could he have sex when Chay wasn't even in the venue yet? Could he give his best performance without the routine, without sex? Fuck! Where in the world is Chay?

Tankhun tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. "Everyone is coming. I'll go to greet them," he said.

"Porchay..." Kim mumbled.

Tankhun let out a frustrating sigh. "Not here yet, but he will be seated in the front row. You designated him a seat, remember? You will see him clearly from the stage, Kimmy," he said, and peeked at his phone when it pinged a message. "Kinn's here. I'm going," he added and smiled widely at Kim. "Good luck with your show, Kimmy. I am proud of you," he said, hugged Kim tightly, and then left.