FOR KIMCHAY [Oneshot collection]

35mm: grains & love 🎞️

Hi, it's been awhile! I had been having a hard time writing the past months, but I was able to finish one AU, though, it took me weeks to write but yeah. I'm happy!

There will be terms and explanations about film photography in this au, please know that I am in no way professional in this area. I include everything I have known from the past years I've been taking film photos through my own understanding. If there are any wrong information I have said, I apologized in advance.

Enjoy!

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Porchay not only found his father's old film camera; he also found his new hobby, his new favorite film lab, and his new favorite boy—Kimhan.

𝐈𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

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"Stop whining!" Ohm grumbled under his frustrated breath. His best friend has been complaining about this film roll that a lab ruined—Ohm doesn't even understand a single word that Porchay says. 

"Ohm!" Chay snapped at his best friend. "You don't understand, okay!" He sighed, a very obvious one—heavy and deep. "That's the film roll from my father's old camera that I found in his old studio! I wanted to know what was the last thing—" he pouted, "or person, my father took pictures of. I want to know the photos he took from his last roll of film before he died." He added before moving his eyes to an empty film cassette in his hand. He even had to beg the lab owner to give it back to him after developing the films. "But they ruined the photos!" he angrily spat, gripping the film cassette tight as his hand turned into a tight ball of a fist.

"Chay, you said it yourself, it's the last film from your father's camera before he died—20 years ago." 

"I googled, Ohm!" Porchay answers quickly, "Expired film rolls can still be developed, they may have some obvious imperfections, like burns and discoloration, but the subject should still be visible," he added as he explains things his best friend found unfamiliar.

Porchay really did his research. When he cleaned his father's old studio and found the old film camera with barely used films inside, Porchay went straight on researching. He researched what he could do with the films. If it can still be developed. If the photos are damaged. If the film, which has been expired for two decades, can still be processed. He did his research; he made sure to know everything he had to know. Porchay really wanted to see the last photos his father took with his camera. Not only for his own curiosity, but also to get to know his father more. What are the things his father loves capturing? His father's muse. His father's favorite scenery. Does his father prefer sunset or sunrise? Did his father take photos of his mom on his last film? All of his questions might not get answered, but at the very least, he wanted to know something about his late father—the man he never met growing up and couldn't even remember his voice.

"But look at these photos!" He shoved a bunch of printed photos on Ohm's chest. "They ruined everything! They damaged my father's last roll of film!" he angrily crumpled one. 

Scattered on the table are the printed photos from the film roll that Porchay retrieved from his father's camera. Not a single one has a clear and visible image on it—blurry, grainy, foggy, and mostly just black images were given to him. 

He was so excited when he dropped off the film to this film lab close to uni. It was recommended to him by his professor, the lab looks promising even. He opted to have the photos printed, but refused to get them scanned. He thought he could put the photos that his father took on the wall in their living room—a remembrance of what his father loved doing from the past. But yeah, everything was ruined.