In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

57. Let's Glow the fuck up

After everything settled down, Porchay used Kinn’s favor and got accepted into the university under the same course.

His interview went smoothly, and the documents were more than satisfactory. The board seemed genuinely pleased. He had a few months before the semester would begin.

And he had blocked Kim’s number, the video of their last night remained saved in his phone. Being a WIK fan didn’t mean he could hate Kim overnight. No, that wasn’t how it worked. Even as he cursed himself for being too trusting, a part of him...stupid and soft...kept making excuses.

"But he was protecting me" Porchay murmured to himself bitterly, clutching the phone to his chest. "He thought I was a threat..."

He chuckled humorlessly. "If he had said that back then, I would've slapped the shit out of him"

Yet, somewhere inside, he understood. Once the truth about his brother’s involvement in the mafia was revealed, it all clicked.

Kim’s guarded nature, the way he kept his distance...it wasn’t all out of malice. It was survival.

"Forgive, but never forget" His motto really affirmed "Besides, I needed a wild story for my 18th year. Why not make it about a mafia prince and a messy heartbreak?"

The smirk didn’t last long. His lips trembled as he blinked back tears.

"But I did love him..." he whispered. "So much"

He should’ve left in two days. Back then, Chay was clueless as his uncle fled and brother was no where to be found with just a note. Still Chay...the naive, lovesick teen who had no idea what he had walked into when he accepted the tutoring sessions. And then, Kim took his sweet time. Gave him nothing but false hopes and half-hearted words.

Porchay stared at the ceiling. "You could’ve just said you didn’t love me, Kim"

Instead, Kim gave him an "I’m sorry," and left him crying.
alone, in broad daylight, right in the front of the compound, in face of half a dozen stone-faced guards. No hand to hold. No final look. Not even a shred of guilt in those eyes.

"How could you be so cruel...?" Porchay sobbed, replaying that moment over and over.

And yet, Kim was everywhere. At Ohm’s party. At Yok’s bar. Even during Tawan kidnapped him. Porchay wasn’t that stupid.

He saw all the CCTV footage, with Arm’s help because Porsche was reluctant it was too much violence for him to see.

But he had some tricks to make anyone do his work... he sadly blinked with a pout to Tankhun and boom. Next minute they were with Arm.

"You don’t want to watch this" Arm had warned, brows furrowed.

"Please P'Arm" Porchay replied, lips pressed in a firm line.

What he saw confirmed what everyone had only whispered about...Kimhan Theerapanyakul wasn’t just a singer, or some aloof rich heir. He was dangerous. A lethal weapon bred by the mafia.

One clip showed Kim taking down armed men with his bare hands. Another showed him storming a warehouse, charging in without hesitation, without armor..like a man with nine lives.

Tankhun with eccentricity clicked and cooed, "My baby brother’s so strong!"

Nearby, Pol muttered behind cupped hands. "Psychopath."
"Over ten people. Bare hands."
"Didn’t even flinch."

Porchay stood there, frozen, listening. "He’s a monster" Arm whispered. "No wonder he’s so cold. He’s spent his whole life perfecting fake emotions"