FOR KIMCHAY [Oneshot collection]

Marked by your lips 💋

Going home with a kiss mark on your shirt will never be a good idea. 

 A supposed sweet gesture turned into a 𝗛𝗨𝗚𝗘 misunderstanding.

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Work's done; Kim just needs to drive back home, and he will be having his boyfriend in a tight hug again.

"Bye!" He waves back to his manager, who handed him his used clothes from the shoot. He drove away immediately, hoping to come home to his still-awake boyfriend.

Kim didn't know how fast he was driving, but he reached home earlier than he expected. Considering the heavy traffic along the way, he surely was able to win over the traffic.

"Baby!" Kim exclaimed while still punching in the door's code. "I'm home, Chay!" he added even before he could turn the knob.

Porchay heard Kim's voice calling for him first, then the sound of the door unlocking. He hurriedly jumps off the couch and runs to welcome his boyfriend home. "P'Kim!" He excitedly pushes the door wide. "Welcome ho—"

As much as Porchay wants to ignore it, the smudged kiss mark on his boyfriend's shirt is greeting him proudly. His brows meet in a deep frown; his eyes darken.

Porchay turned away even before Kim could greet him back. His once relaxed back stiffened as it faced his clueless boyfriend.

Porchay walked away.

He walked away without letting his boyfriend hug him. He walks fast, almost doubling his steps. He reached the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, and chugged it down like he'd been to a marathon—panting and catching his breath out of jealousy and anger.

How could Kimhan cheat on him?

How could his boyfriend have someone else?

How could Kim go home wearing a shirt and letting that side chick's smeared lipstick slap him on the face?

"Chay..." Kim's soft voice calling his name pulled him out of his murderous thoughts. Kim opened his arms widely, waiting for his boyfriend to run to him for a hug—something that has been normal between them for years now appears to be foreign as he looks in Porchay's eyes. "What happened? Did I do something wrong?"

Porchay shook his head. "Nothing, Phi," he flatly said as he reluctantly walked to Kim, his arms loosely wrapping around his boyfriend's waist. But the hug didn't last for a minute when Porchay realized that his face was directly touching the kiss mark on Kim's shirt. He grunted annoyingly before he pushed away, freeing himself from Kim's grasp.

"The dinner is on the table, you can reheat it if you want to." Porchay spoke with such indifference before he once again walked away from Kimhan.

Kim stares at his boyfriend's back, all confused with questions running in his head.

Did he do something wrong?

Did he offend his boyfriend or something?

Did he reach home too late?

Did he say anything in his recent interviews that made Porchay mad?

Does he smell?

Kim frowns and sniffs himself. "I don't smell..." he mumbles to himself. "I even smell fruity."

But for the sake of his obviously sulking boyfriend, Kim rushes to take a bath. He scrubbed each and every inch of his body, making sure he removed whatever unpleasant odor Porchay had smelled from him before.