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Kim doesn’t even know why he’s at the main family house. Well, he does. Kinn called him here. When Kim reached Kinn’s office, he wasn’t expecting Tankhun to be standing outside of it. As soon as Kim walks up to Tankhun, he slaps Kim upside the head.
“What is wrong with you?” Tankhun asks.
Kim sputters. “What’s wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Kim rubs the back of his head. His brother hasn’t hit him like that since they were both kids.
“How could you do that to my poor baby Porchay?” Tankhun says.
Kim’s blood turns cold. He supposes it’s not strange that Chay and Khun have talked. But to find out they’re close enough that Khun would actually hit Kim? Kim doesn’t know what to do with the shock that zaps through his body.
“Fuck,” Kim groans.
“Mhm, fuck indeed!” Tankhun exclaims. “You better explain yourself. If you weren’t my dearest brother I would have killed you for making Porchay cry.”
“I kinda want to kill myself for making Porchay cry,” Kim mutters. Tankhun’s eyes soften just slightly, making Kim want to run away. Kim wants to hide away forever where no one can perceive the feelings he has for Porchay. Kim doesn't want Tankhun’s keen eyes looking into his heart and seeing the exposed live wires. His feelings aren’t for Tankhun, and they're not for anyone else to look at. They are for Porchay.
“I don’t have time for this,” Kim says quietly and tries to walk away but Tankhun grabs his wrist.
“Kim…” Tankhun says uncharacteristically soft. “Tell me what happened.”
Kim scoffs. “I’m sure Porchay already told you it all.”
“He said he’s confused,” Tankhun says. And shit, Kim wasn’t expecting that. What the fuck does that mean? “You tell him you don’t love him, and then you stalk him when he’s out with friends; you kill a bunch of thugs for him.”
Kim clenches his fist. He takes in a deep breath to try and steady the swell of anger that rises in him. He’s not angry at Porchay. Shit, he’s not even angry at Tankhun. Kim is angry with himself. Kim digs his nails into his palm just to feel the sting of something else. Kim wishes he could feel things normally. He wishes he could take back every bad thing he ever did to Porchay. He wishes he could’ve accepted Porchay’s love when he was giving it so freely. But Kim felt so selfish for what he did take. Especially when Porchay didn’t even know the real Kim.
Or, the Kim that he tries so hard to hide. The Kim that came out that night in the club. The Kim that came out in Yok’s bar. Kim wishes he could hate that side of him. But that side of him saved Porchay multiple times.
And now? Kim is so fucked. Kim knows he is never going to find someone like Porchay ever again. Kim is never going to feel whole again. With Porchay, Kim felt like he could maybe start to forgive himself. If Porchay could love Kim, why couldn’t Kim? Porchay is warmth and kindness and Kim just wanted to crack open Porchay’s ribcage and live inside of him. Porchay is the only place Kim has ever felt safe.
Kim has really never wanted for anything in his life. Even the freedom from the family he says he craves he doesn’t really want. But he knows he needs it. Otherwise, Kim would become a man he loathes. Kim certainly can’t become the kind of ruthless, efficient, cold-hearted bastard his father wants him to be. Kim can’t become that. He doesn’t want to be that.
“I never said I didn’t love him,” Kim replies to Tankhun very quietly. “He asked me if I ever loved him. And I said I was sorry. Because I am."
Kim hears Tankhun make a tutting noise. Suddenly, Kim feels Tankhun’s grip on his wrist and Tankhun is dragging Kim through Kinn’s office doors.
“Kinn!” Tankhun yells. Kinn looks up from the iPad he was looking at. Kim sees his eyes widening. Tankhun drags Kim to one of the chairs in the room and pushes Kim down. Tankhun takes a seat opposite Kim, pinning him down with his stare.
“Kinn,” Tankhun says again, but softer. “I need you to tell our dear younger brother that being in love isn’t scary.”
Kim sputters. “I never said that,”
Tankhun sends him a withering look.
“You’re in love?” Kinn asks Kim, raising one of his eyebrows.
Kim groans and crosses his arms over his chest. He looks away from both of his brothers and stares out the window. His brothers are lucky that the glass is sturdy as hell, otherwise, Kim would be flinging himself out one of the windows to escape this conversation.
Kim would rather be sitting in a room with his father; the two of them sitting in silence with Kim stewing in resentment and Korn projecting disappointment.
“You love Porchay?” Kinn asks. Kim feels his body tense up and his eyes snap to Kinn’s and he feels his gaze narrowing. Tankhun lets out a low whistle.
“Okay, you don’t need to glare at me like that. Tankhun was pretty much yelling at you not five minutes ago,” Kinn says evenly, leveling Kim with an exasperated look. “Plus, I’ve seen the footage from Yok’s.”
Kim didn’t think it was possible to feel tenser.
“Who else has seen the footage,” Kim grits out.
“Just Tankhun, Porsche and I,” Kinn says.
Fuck. Porsche saw it? That makes something inside of Kim twist. Kim tries to take in another breath to steady himself. But for some reason, he can’t exhale. Why can’t he exhale? Kim feels his breath getting shallower and his vision starts to blur. Kim vaguely hears words being said to him but he can’t hear them. And then Kim doesn’t remember what happens next.
Suddenly, Kim opens his eyes and he realizes he’s horizontal on a couch. And then Kim feels fingers threading through his hair. Kim tenses and shoots up. Kinn is sitting there with Kim, but now Kinn has both of his hands in the air. Like he’s trying to show Kim he’s not a threat. Kim slides himself to the other end of the couch and wraps his arms around himself.
“How are you feeling?” Kinn asks softly. Kim doesn’t like that tone. Kinn is speaking to Kim like he’s some spooked animal.
“Fine,” Kim grits out.
“You’re not fine,” Tankhun says. Kim’s eyes turn to Tankhun who is still sitting in the chair. But now he has his knees tucked into his chest. Kim sees the sad look in Tankhun’s eyes. Kim hates it.
“You had a panic attack,” Kinn says slowly.
Kim huffs. “No, I didn’t.”
Kinn sighs. “Yes, you did. I know because Porsche gets them sometimes.”
“I don’t get panic attacks. Why would I even have one right now,” Kim says angrily.
"These things don't always make sense, Kim," Kinn says.
Kim doesn't like how Kinn and Tankhun are looking at him. He doesn't like feeling cornered. Before either Kinn or Tankhun can react, Kim is shooting off of the couch and dashing out of Kinn's office; ignoring the yells coming from his brothers.
Kim all but runs down the hallway and quickly tucks himself into the elevator. Kim finally feels like he can breathe again when he is alone in the elevator. Kim can finally take the steadying breath he has been so desperately trying to take. Kim closes his eyes and breathes in and out. He opens his eyes again when he feels his phone vibrating. Kim is not surprised to see Kinn's name flashing on his phone. Kim quickly turns his phone off and puts it back in his pocket. When the elevator doors open, Kim, not even looking in front of him, attempts to dash out of the elevator, only to run into someone.
Kim, still looking at the ground, mutters out a sorry and attempts to move again when he feels a hand grab his wrist. He turns sharply, ready to yell at whoever just grabbed him but the air leaves his lungs as locks eyes with the one person Kim simultaneously wants to see and never see.
"Chay," Kim says quietly, making no moves to break Porchay's hold on his wrist.
"P'Kim," Porchay replies.
"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," Kim says. "I should go." Kim turns trying to walk away but Porchay's grip on Kim's wrist tightens.
"Wait," Porchay says.
Kim immediately stands still, eyes locked on the floor between their feet.
"You're crying," Porchay whispers, taking one of his hands and bringing it to Kim's face, forcing them to make eye contact.
What? Kim reaches up and sure enough, Kim was crying. Shit, he didn't even notice.
Fuck. Kim has thought about all the things he would say to Porchay if he actually saw him again, and now all of that has flown out the window. Kim suddenly feels like an insecure teenager, not knowing what to do or what to say. Kim curses his inability to fucking speak up.
"Sorry," Kim says again. Not knowing what else to say.
"You're sorry for crying?" Porchay asks, searching Kim's eyes.
Kim huffs out a self-deprecating laugh. "Yeah, you could say that."
"What's wrong?" Porchay asks.
Kim clenches his jaw. Porchay is still holding his face, forcing Kim to look at him. Kim feels like he's getting lost in Porchay's eyes again. Kim closes his eyes in an attempt to save himself from Porchay's gaze.
Kim then hears the elevator move. Fuck, Kim thinks. It's probably one of his brothers. He can't see them right now. He needs to get out of here. He can't breathe.
"I'm so sorry, I have to go," Kim gasps.
"P'Kim, wait!" Porchay says but Kim is already breaking free of Porchay's grip and making a mad dash for the exit.
***
When Kim gets to his apartment, he feels like he can breathe again. Kim makes a beeline for his bedroom and unceremoniously flops down onto his bed. Burying his face into the pillows. Kim suddenly feels exhausted and lets sleep overcome him.
When Kim comes to, the sun is setting. Shit, he must have been out for a few hours. He takes his phone out of his pocket and turns it back on. Kim is unsurprised to see a few missed calls and texts from Kinn.
However, Kim wasn't expecting a text from Porchay.
Angel 💙: txt me when you see this so i know youre ok
Kim shuts the screen off and tosses his phone somewhere on the bed so he can't say something stupid to Porchay. Kim goes back down and groans into his pillow. All Kim wants to do is sleep and never wake up again.
Kim feels his phone vibrate again. He sits up and grabs it.
Angel 💙: if you dont reply within an hour im sending p'kinn
Kim can't help but let out a small laugh. It's a low blow and somehow, Kim thinks Porchay knows that.
Kim: I'm fine
Angel 💙: you were crying but go off i guess
Kim frowns heavily at Porchay's text. He can't help but feel his hackles rise again. Kim has to take a breath and remind himself that this is Porchay he's talking to. Even if they're not in a good place right now, Porchay wouldn't judge Kim.
Kim: This wasn’t how I expected our first real conversation to go.
Angel 💙: you cant say things like that
Kim: Like what?
Angel 💙: like you think about me. like you still want me
Kim sucks in a breath. He knows he shouldn’t be surprised that Porchay doesn’t believe in Kim’s actions when his words have cut deep. When he left Porchay crying in front of his apartment building.
Kim: I do think about you. I’ll never stop wanting you.
Angel 💙: i wish i could believe you
Kim: What would it take to get you to believe me?
Angel 💙: talk to me. tell me the truth. tell me whats wrong
Kim lets out a deep sigh. Ultimately, Kim knew that this was how it was going to end up. Kim knew he would have to bare his heart to Porchay if he wanted a second chance. And fuck, does Kim want that second chance. Even if he thinks he doesn’t deserve it.
Kim: I’ll tell you anything you want. Give me a time and place.
Angel 💙: i’ll be at your place in 20
Kim: Okay.
Kim sighs and walks to his adjacent bathroom. When his eyes meet his reflection he can’t help but sigh again. He looks like shit. He splashes some water on his face and runs his fingers through his hair, trying to get some of the fly-aways to lay down flat.
Kim ends up sitting on his couch, waiting for Porchay. What the fuck is Kim going to even say? I love you? I’m sorry? I’m sorry that I love you? Kim wishes he could just say what he was feeling. But it’s too much. Kim knows this. It’s why he wrote that song for Porchay. Because music was the only way Kim could express how he was feeling in a normal way. Music was his only normal release.
Nothing about Kim is normal. He was not made to be normal, to be kind, to love freely. He got a sick satisfaction taking down all those guys at Yok’s. He loved breaking their bones and slashing their skin. Kim was fucked up and he knew it. The thought of cursing Porchay with his dirty touch made his skin crawl.
But then, the way that Porchay was looking at him when they crashed into each other at the elevators. Porchay’s gaze dug deep into Kim’s own eyes. Like he was searching for something. Kim desperately wishes to know what Porchay was thinking. Was Porchay upset that he saw him again after blocking him? Was Porchay relieved? Did he still care? Was Kim lucky enough for Porchay to still care about him?
Kim prays to whatever god may be out there that he is lucky enough.
And then the front door of his apartment opens up and Porchay walks in.
Kim thinks that maybe god listened to him.
“P’Kim,” Porchay says, standing in the doorway.
“Chay,” Kim replies softly. Porchay nods a little and walks into the living room. He doesn’t sit down; he stands opposite where Kim is sitting and crosses his arms.
"I," Kim hesitates. "I don't even know where to start."
"How about we start with what happened earlier today?" Porchay says.
Kim can't help but huff out a small laugh. "I didn't like how Kinn and Khun were talking to me. So I left."
"Why were you crying?" Porchay asks with a soft voice.
Kim gulps. "That's a loaded question."
"I got time," Porchay says and sits down. with his arms still crossed in front of him; like a shield. Kim supposes that's fair.
Kim lets out a long breath.
"Khun was waiting for me outside of Kinn's office. He asked me about you. Well, first he hit me and then he asked 'what was wrong with me’," Kim says. He sees Porchay fight a smile. "Khun said that I was confusing you," Porchay's almost smile falls away and his eyes turn stony.
“What is a guy supposed to think when you ignore him, lied to him, beat up his friend,” Porchay says. Kim scoffs at that part. “Kill a bunch of mafia men to protect you but doesn’t bother telling you and then sends you a song asking me to stay when you were the one that left,” Porchay says with an edge.
“So, forgive me, if I think you are sending mixed signals,” Porchay sighs.
Kim knows what he has to say. But it doesn’t make it any easier.
“You knew it was me at Yok’s?” Kim asked, actually surprised. Kinn didn’t say that Porchay saw the footage. Did Tankhun tell him?
Porchay scoffs. “I actually didn’t until just now. You just confirmed it. I had my suspicions but who else would it have been? I knew it wasn’t hia or P’Kinn. They were at the main family house.”
“I’m sorry,” Kim says softly.
“Sorry for not telling me? Sorry for doing it?”
“I’ll never be sorry for protecting you,” Kim says quickly. He observes Porchay as he talks in a sharp breath.
“Then what are you sorry for, P’Kim?” Porchay asks quietly.
“Everything,” Kim says, looking directly into Porchay’s eyes. Hoping he can convey sincerity and meaning in his words. He knows Porchay can pick up on the sincerity. But Kim knows he’s going to have to say more. It’s the least he owes Porchay.
“That day outside of my apartment,” Kim clenches his fist. “You asked me if I ever loved you. And I said I was sorry. I never said no. I never said I didn’t love you.”
Kim hears the angry laugh that comes out of Porchay.
“So, what? You’re sorry that you love me?” Porchay asks, eyes blazing.
Kim gulps. “I am. I’m sorry that I love you. I’m sorry that I can’t feel things normally. I’m sorry that the real me is intense and off-putting and would gladly kill anyone who even thinks about hurting you,” Kim says. Each word he has to pull out of his soul. He knows he has to tell Porchay the truth. That Kim as to expose his heart to Porchay.
“I felt so selfish when I was with you. Accepting the love and affection you were so freely giving me while I was hiding another side of me. I wanted to be the man you thought I was so bad. I wanted to be the thoughtful and charming boyfriend; I wanted to be the kind of man you deserve,” Kim says quietly.
“I think it should be up to me to decide what I deserve,” Porchay replies.
“I know. But that doesn’t change how I feel. That doesn’t change how you make me feel,” Kim says.
“How do I make you feel? “ Porchay asks like he’s scared of the answer.
“You make me feel,” Kim starts and takes a deep breath. Get your shit together Kimhan, he thinks to himself. “You make me feel scared, to be honest. The enormity of what I feel for you is terrifying. But you’re also the only place I feel safe. The only place I feel like I can be who I want to be. Not who the world wants me to be, not who my fans want me to be, and not who my dad wants me to be. But who I want to be.” Kim feels tears gathering in his eyes again. Kim sees that Porchay is also crying. Kim feels his heart constrict. God, even when Porchay is crying, he is still the most beautiful thing Kim has ever seen.
“Kim…” Porchay says wetly.
“I love you so much that the idea of anyone else knowing how much you mean to me makes me unable to breathe,” Kim gasps out.
Kim feels much like he did earlier with his brothers. He suddenly feels lightheaded and like he can’t exhale. But then Kim feels Porchay climb into his lap. Porchay’s arms wrap around Kim’s shoulders. Kim hears him saying words but he can’t make them out. But Kim feels safer. He feels like maybe he can actually breathe out now. Breathe in, breathe out. After a few moments like that, Kim’s faculties start coming back. He can feel his heart beating wildly. His arms had moved and are around Porchay’s waist; he can feel his hands shaking.
And then he feels the hands in his hair, slowly stroking his head. He hears Porchay’s whispers of “I’m here, Kim,” “It’s okay,” and “Breathe with me, I got you.”
Kim buries his face in Porchay’s neck and sucks in another huge breath and exhales slowly, trying to calm himself down.
“Are you with me?” Porchay asks softly. Kim nods. “Do you want me to let go?” Kim shakes his head and tightens his grip on Porchay. He feels Porchay stifle a small laugh. With that noise, Kim feels like he could do anything. He made Porchay laugh again.
They sit like that for a few moments, holding each other. Kim hasn’t felt this safe in years.
“Do you get panic attacks often?” Porchay asks after a few minutes of silence. Kim can feel himself tense up but honestly? He doesn’t have the energy to get defensive. Plus, he doesn’t really want to.
“I think I had one earlier today,” Kim says, words muffled by Porchay’s shoulder. Kim feels one of Porchay’s hands rub up and down his back. Like he’s an infant that needs calming down. And honestly? Kim can’t bring himself to hate the feeling. He is thriving in the comfort Porchay is providing for him.
“That’s why you were crying,” Porchay says. Kim nods in affirmation. “You know,” Porchay says. Kim feels Porchay leaning back, Kim lets him go this time. Kim’s arms stay wrapped around his waist but Kim removes his face from Porchay’s neck. Porchay brings one of his hands up to Kim’s face, cupping it and stroking his thumb over Kim’s tear-stained cheek.
“You know,” Porchay says again. “If we want to make this work, you’re going to have to learn to forgive yourself.”
Kim’s breath stutters but he nods shakily. “If you can find it in your big, beautiful heart to forgive me, then I think I can too. You make me feel like I could do anything.”
“My god,” Porchay laughs and closes his eyes.
“Too much?” Kim asks, suddenly feeling like he needs to hide again.
Porchay gives him a small smile. “No,” he says. “You’re not too much for me.”
“Does this mean you forgive me?” Kim asks.
Porchay hums. “I think I forgave you the moment you dedicated that song for me. I just needed time to think.”
“I love you,” Kim says softly.
“Oh, you made that very clear,” Porchay laughs. Kim smiles. “There’s that smile I was hoping to see.”
Kim feels the small smile grow even bigger. He can’t help it. For the first time in months, Kim feels like he can breathe again.
Porchay gives a small sigh. “You should get to bed though, I know how exhausting panic attacks can be. And if this is your second one today? You’re going to feel dead on your feet the moment the adrenaline wears off.”
“Will you stay with me?” Kim asks softly.
“If you want me to,” Porchay replies easily.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
“I’m not going to leave you.”
“I don’t want to leave you either.”
“Well, then we agree. We’re stuck with each other,” Porchay smiles. Kim lets Porchay drag him back to his bed.
Kim, for the first time in months, with Porchay snuggled into his side, can sleep peacefully through the night.
***
Kim wakes up to the smell of fried eggs in the morning. He stretches and drags himself out of bed. Honestly? He still feels a little worn out from last night. He finds Porchay in the kitchen, standing over the stove. And he’s wearing one of Kim’s t-shirts. Kim feels his heart melt at the sight.
Kim quietly walks over and snakes his arms around Porchay’s waist. Porchay jumps slightly but immediately relaxes into Kim’s embrace.
“Good morning,” Porchay says.
Kim hums. “It is a good morning if you’re here.”
Porchay groans but Kim can see the smile on his face. “Are you going to be this sappy every time I make you breakfast?”
“I’ll be this sappy no matter what,” Kim says
“I’ve unleashed a monster,” Porchay jokes. Kim laughs but he can’t help but feel how true that statement feels. Porchay really doesn’t have any idea how much he has Kim wrapped around his finger. But he’ll find out soon enough. Kim can only hope that Porchay will use his powers wisely.
Porchay breaks Kim’s grip on him and sets the food down on the table in the kitchen.
The two pass easy stories back and forth as they eat. Kim asks Porchay about school, asking if he went to the make-up interview. Porchay nods and says he did.
“Thank you, for pulling strings to get me a make-up interview,” Porchay says.
Kim frowns. “I actually didn’t,” he says. Now it’s Porchay's turn to frown. “The professors asked me about you. They asked if you would be interested in a make-up interview or if you were blowing them off entirely. The school wants you because you’re talented Porchay. Not because I asked them to.”
“Oh,” Porchay says quietly but Kim notices the small smile that graces Porchay’s features. Kim smiles back.
Once they’re done eating and doing the dishes, Porchay speaks up again.
“You should talk to your brothers,” Porchay says. Kim sighs. Logically, he knows that. But that doesn’t mean it will be easy.
“They’re your brothers. They love you. They won’t hurt you or use your feelings against you,” Porchay says quietly.
“I know,” Kim replies.
“Especially Kinn,” Porchay says with a hint of fond exasperation in his voice. “He’s so gone on hia it’s not even funny. Pretty sure your brother’s eyes turn into hearts whenever he sees hia. It’s kind of disgusting, really,” Porchay laughs.
Kim smiles at Porchay. Again, logically, Kim knows this. It doesn’t make it easier.
“I’ll try and talk to them,” Kim says.
“Can you do it today?” Porchay asks.
“I don’t know…” Kim says hesitantly.
“Please?” Porchay turns and pouts at Kim. “For me?”
Okay, Porchay does seem to know he has Kim wrapped around his finger because Kim immediately relents.
“Fine, I’ll talk to them today. Okay, angel?”
“Angel?” Porchay blushes.
Kim smirks. “Yep,” he says, popping the P and stepping closer to Porchay. “You’re my angel.”
“I swear to god if you don’t kiss me,” Porchay doesn’t finish his sentence because Kim is laughing and pressing a kiss to Porchay’s lips.
The exposed wires in Kim’s heart spark and he feels the electricity course through his body as he and Porchay stand there in his kitchen kissing.
When Kim breaks the kiss, he presses his forehead to Porchay’s. They stand there, sharing breath and smiling like idiots.
Okay, Kim thinks. Maybe he can do this. Maybe he can talk to his brothers.
***
Kim takes everything back. He can’t talk to his brothers. He hates them.
The moment he steps foot into Kinn’s office, Tankhun is on him, badgering him about what he and Porchay did last night.
“How do you even know he spent the night with me,” Kim huffs angrily, attempting to push Tankhun away from him. Tankhun is not easily perturbed.
“Because he texted Porsche this morning that he was at your place,” Tankhun said.
“Kim,” Kinn says softly but with an edge. “What was that yesterday?”
Kim sighs and flops down on the couch. Tankhun sits next to him.
“It’s like you said,” Kim struggles to say. Tankhun gasps but Kinn’s face remains fairly neutral. Except for his eyes. Kim can see he feels sad for him. Kim still hates that feeling.
“You and my darling Chay have worked things out?” Tankhun says.
Kim can’t help but huff out a small laugh at Tankhun. He always knows what to say to Kim to make him feel less cornered.
“Yeah,” Kim says softly.
Tankhun squeals and hugs Kim. Kim feels Tankhun knock the breath out of him slightly but he can’t help but laugh a little.
When Kim’s eyes move over to Kinn, he sees Kinn smiling softly.
“I’m proud of you,” Kinn says.
Kim swallows the lump in his throat. “Thank you.”
Kinn nods. And Tankhun launches into how he’s so excited to see Porchay and Kim happy.
Kim can’t help but feel slightly soothed. Porchay was right. Kim can trust his brothers. They aren’t their dad. Both Kinn and Tankhun know how much their dad has fucked Kim up. Because, well, he’s fucked them up too.
Kim is thankful he and his brothers are in this together.
***
“You think you can just spend the night at a boy’s house and not tell me first!” Kim hears Porsche yell as he exits Kinn’s office.
“I did tell you hia! I told you this morning! And I’m telling you now that I’m spending the night again.” Kim hears Porchay’s reply. Kim smiles. He’s so happy that Porchay wants to spend more time with him.
“Why? I know what boy’s his age want and they all want one thing!” Porsche yells. Kim walks into the room where Porsche and Porchay are.
“Hia! We just got together yesterday!” Porchay exclaims.
“So? Kinn and I had sex before we even got together!” Porsche yells back.
“Ew! I didn’t need to know that!” Porchay’s face scrunches up. Kim can’t help but laugh at the look on his face. “Besides, if we have sex, it’s none of your business!” Kim blushes at Porchay’s words.
“Oh, it certainly is my business! You’re not spending the night there again,” Porsche says.
“Watch me,” Porchay says and picks up the duffle bag that he has packed and walks to the door. That’s when he finally sees Kim and smiles.
“You!” Porsche yells, pointing at Kim.
“Run!” Porchay laughs and grabs Kim’s hand and leads him out the door.
As they are dashing through the compound, Kim feels his phone vibrate. When the two finally reach Kim’s car, Kim pulls out his phone.
Porsche: Use protection or I’ll kill you.
Kim: Noted.
Porsche: And come by for family dinner sometime. Kinn gets sad when he doesn’t see you.
Kim smiles and pockets his phone. He turns to Porchay who is already grinning at him.
When they’re on the road. Porchay reaches over and grabs Kim’s hand, intertwining their fingers and squeezes his hand
Kim has never felt so loved before. And he’s thankful that he’ll get to continue to feel loved. To feel safe. To have Porchay by his side.