In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

67. Devouring Bambi

'FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE WORST DECISION I'VE EVER MADE IN MY LIFE''

Porchay had zero clue that jumping in to shoot photos for Wik on the Rise was gonna be finally his way to death. Hell, he should've seen the disaster coming the moment he rolled up and asked for his press pass where he got hit with the news that no magazine had even cleared a photographer for the stage.

He should've just called his manager to fix the mess in the smart way by bailing out, but nah.... Porchay was way too stubborn to back down from a challenge like that. And it only got more intense with the involvement of anything slightly related to Wik, of course. He had never once denied his fascination for the singer. When he was 13, Wik posted a cover on youtube, and from there everything started. WIK's shrine being put up in his room, collection of every single soda Wik had face on and list goes so on... His goal was to see and get close to Wik anyhow with every opportunity he got. Sadly, it remained limited to sets and editing when he joined the TPK company for that very reason.

However, today he finally got the shots. Basically, one of the staff for the concert called in sick, which led to the task being rolled among the employees, and Porchay happily volunteered for it.

So, he had to do this classic old school way. He didn't wanted to make himself sad without even at least trying by the second doors flew open he charged straight in...shoving and squeezing through the packed crowd until he was jammed right up against the metal barricades having camera gripped tight in his hands.

Everything kicked off exactly how someone would expect at a very sold out concert arena. The moment the first song exploded, Porchay caught some deranged noise and hard push starting behind him however he didn't even glance back....he was too locked in on getting the sickest shots possible, and then—

''I can't b..breathe.....'' was literally all he could choke out in that crushing second.

Turns out the whole commotion behind him was just a bunch of maniac fans with banners and lightsticks were bulldozing their way up to the front of the stage. The second they hit the edge, Porchay got slammed hard against the metal barricades making every bit of air getting crushed right out of his lungs.

Wen he realized what just happened, Panic was all over his face as he gasped wildly along mouth open and trying to scream for help. nonetheless it was fucking pointless because Wik was up there hitting those high notes effortlessly.

No way in hell anyone would hear his pained little whines over the melody!

The last thing that flashed through his head before he could blacked out was well-

''~at least I would die in presence of WIK, also my camera didn't get crushed''

Little Correction...he was *this tinsy bit* close to actually blacking out, 'cause the moment Porchay's eyes shut the music slammed to a stop to furious shouting ripped through the stage, His sense refused to corporate. Out of nowhere the crowd split open and the air rushed back into his starving lungs as everyone finally backed the fuck off.

''Get him up here right now! Help him straight to the stage!!! If he gets hurt I swear none of you are walking out of here!!''

Still completely spaced out, the younger couldn't even form a protest when the exact same assholes who'd nearly crushed him started hoisting him forward. One second he was trapped and the next he was gliding over, People took him way too fast toward the stairs packed with security. They looked pissed but still yanked him up onto the stage where a firm hand pulled Porchay upright.

And then he couldn't breathe again.

''Look at this little Bambi—fuck, no wonder you idiots didn't spot him, he's tiny as hell! Guys, you better believe heads would roll if someone actually got crushed right under my nose at my own damn show!!"