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LASTLY, FOR THE 95% OF YOU WHO DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME EARLIER. yes, I'm serious, you really MUST listen to this, it is obligatory. 😘

until tomorrow!

[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

- [ part three. kim ] -

Chay’s show is on a Tuesday, just a few days after his own.
 
The unfortunate thing is that Kim has to go in disguise. His hair is up, and his beanie and face mask seem to be doing their work enough that no one has bothered him.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

But his disguise also means that Chay will have a harder time finding him.
 
Kim brushes the long earring he’s wearing off his collarbone as he sends a couple of messages during sound check. When he looks up, though, Chay looks at Kim without having to search.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Kim’s gut lurches at the sudden thought that Chay has marked him in the crowd. He’s not sure if it’s with excitement or dread. Worse, Kim can’t parse the expression on his face before he looks back down again to tune his guitar.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Very quickly—quicker than Kim could in his position—Chay stows his tuner and looks at the sound booth. Kim sees him nod once, then launch into a melodic riff that sends chills down Kim’s spine.
 
He’s good. He’s so good.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Since he found out about Chay’s guitar tutorials, he’s watched basically all of them, and has also learned about how some people in the guitar community have accused him of faking his videos.
[ DON'T. SKIP. THE. MUSIC. <3 ]

[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Kim had already been tempted more than once to defend Chay online, but seeing him live like this, it’s beyond obvious that his skill is real.
 
His playing is better than his singing, but not to the extent that he couldn’t get a record deal.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Especially not if he were to train his voice.
 
But he shouldn’t let that deter him. Not when he’s this prodigiously talented. From where he stands, Kim can barely see his hands, they’re flying over his strings so quickly—
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

complex rhythms and harmonies and time signatures that change on a dime, never losing his groove.
 
He should have a band behind him, Kim thinks.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Abruptly, as Chay launches into a cover Kim wouldn’t have known wasn’t original unless Chay had said so, Kim wonders what it would be like to tutor him. In vocals.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Kim has him there, but it may very well be because he was born with the voice he has, a voice he was as lucky to be born with as his face.
 
Chay’s set isn’t very long—
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

mostly original content, plus one more cover to get the crowd going—and when it ends Kim is already sliding off his chair, about to make his way for the stage, when he suddenly finds his path blocked.
 
“Wait—WIꓘ?!”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Fuck. The young woman’s voice had come from his right, which is where the door is. Quickly, Kim tries to catch Chay’s eyes again, but he’s talking to people—and Kim can’t wait. He has to go.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

That night, though, he likes and comments on Chay’s post about his show on his WIꓘ account.

Chatter promptly loses its shit. Image





[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

- [ chay ] -

Chay is having breakfast with Mako the next morning when he looks down to find a phone in his face. He follows the hand back to where Mako has his chin propped up in one hand, his smile full of the purest excitement.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“Come on, you have to respond.”
 
Chay tips the phone up without taking it from Mako’s hand. Under his post from the show last night is a comment from WIꓘ.
 
“Okay? What do I say?”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Mako 𝘩𝘮s. “‘Glad you enjoyed it, hope to see you again?’ I dunno. Don’t overthink it! It’s really cool that he came.”
 
What he hadn’t expected was for WIꓘ to take him up on it.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Two weeks later, WIꓘ shows up at Chay’s next set at Local 650 unmasked, but with three stern-looking men in suits along with him. Chay recognizes one of them, the one with the undercut on both sides, about half his short hair pulled into a ponytail.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Chay smiles down at his pedals as he arranges them, hearing more than seeing when the one Chay recognized snaps at someone who’d been trying to get close to WIꓘ to take a picture. He probably doesn’t remember Chay.
 
Except.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“Khun Porchay, Khun Kim would like to speak with you,” undercut says immediately after Chay’s set ends, before Chay can even unplug his guitar.
 
Khun? Chay nearly laughs as he unzips his gig bag. No one has 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 called him that.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Chay looks up to find undercut looking at him with a look somewhere between a scowl and a glare. He raises a brow at Chay.
 
“Big, you don’t need to intimidate him. We’re his guests.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

WIꓘ is approaching the stage, walking through the remnants of a crowd that parts for him like the Red Sea. One of the other two suits is behind him—Chay marks the other by the door.
 
“Kim,” Chay says quietly. A question.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

WIꓘ puts a finger to his lips and winks.
 
Kim, then. Okay. It’s a little weird to think about, because unlike at the party Mako had brought him to, the man in front of Chay looks like WIꓘ:
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

black patch jacket, white shirt with a graphic of some kind that Chay can’t see behind the sand-colored linen scarf around his neck.
 
Though the leather pants are a bit much, Chay thinks.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

It’s really not fair how good he looks everywhere he goes. Freed from Big’s scrutiny, Chay packs his guitar and cables away, glancing at WIꓘ—𝘒𝘪𝘮—again as he does.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Local 650’s stage is pentagonal and set into a corner, with two of the three remaining sides half-enclosed by bar-height tables set into a banister. Kim leans easily against one on a forearm, one foot kicked up against the stool behind him.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Nothing about his body language suggests he is paying any attention to the dozen or so people who are pointing their phone cameras at him now that both of the suits in the room have their backs turned.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Not for the first time, Chay wishes Mako hadn’t had a presentation to finish tonight. This is his first set in a while, actually, that none of his friends could make.
 
He feels exposed, he realizes.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

He has WIꓘ’s attention, and people are pointing cameras at him—which means they’re also pointing them at Chay.
 
He really didn’t think this whole ‘invite a celebrity to his set’ thing through very well.
 
“On your own tonight?”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Aside from Mako, Tea and Pax have band, Van is working, and Lyra had some kind of family thing she couldn’t get out of, not that any of that would mean anything to WIꓘ.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

And Nova has his open mic night tonight, though he only rarely comes to Chay’s sets anyway considering the fact that, since they’re roommates, he hears Chay play more than anyone.
 
Chay shrugs. “I mean, you took me up on my offer?”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

It comes out a question, and Chay winces a bit as he squats down and unplugs his pedals, hoping WIꓘ—Kim, he reminds himself again—didn’t see.
 
He 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 Kim’s answer before he hears it.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Or maybe it’s his own hyperawareness about how everything he says right now is probably being recorded.
 
“I enjoyed myself last time,” Kim answers, looking intently at Chay.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“And I had to leave before I could talk to you. You’re good.”
 
In the time it took Chay to pack away the last of his gear, Kim has stepped away from the table and taken up a similar post just in front of the stage,
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

leaning against one of the two thick floor-to-ceiling pillars that frame the mouth of the stage on either side. With his ankles crossed and a hand in his pocket, he’s the picture of nonchalance.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

But the bar is nearly empty now. There are no cameras pointed at them anymore.
 
“Did you do that?” Chay asks.
 
A microexpression that could plausibly be described as a frown crosses Kim’s face, there and gone.
 
“Did I do what?”

“Get rid of everyone.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Kim huffs a laugh. “No. You seemed uncomfortable. I told Ken to get people to stop taking pictures.”
 
Kim nods at the other suit in the room, this one with an expression somewhere between a scowl and accidentally biting into rotten fruit.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

That face probably could have done the job without Ken even having to say anything.
 
But novel as it is for his former celebrity crush to have come to his set—𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯—Chay doesn’t want to linger.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Aside from the fact the bar is about to close, it’s a Wednesday, and he has class tomorrow. He slings his gig bag over his shoulder, then the second bag where he keeps the rest of his gear in front of that, and sits down on the edge of the stage to jump down.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Except almost as soon as he’s on his feet again, a ringed hand is reaching for the strap of his messenger bag and sliding it off his shoulder, watching Chay’s face as he does.
 
Chay is not a WIꓘ fan anymore, but that gesture makes his heart race.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Is it because part of him will never fully stop being a WIꓘ fan, even after the way he’d treated Chay last year? Or is it the way he’s turned all of his focus to Chay like there’s no one else in the room? His eyes are dark in the bar’s low light—
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“Where are you parked?” Kim asks.
 
They turn and make for the door before Chay answers, Big in front of them and Ken behind. The third suit is already holding the door open.
 
“Oh, I don’t have a car. I took the bus.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

As they walk outside, Kim frowns at this. It’s never really cold in the city, but it is unusually cool out, enough that Chay is glad he brought a jacket.
 
“Public transit doesn’t run this late. Let me take you home.”
 
Chay blinks.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

A year ago, he’d have probably passed out if he’d been in this situation. Now, Chay’s only thought is that he should have texted Mako when his set ended so he wouldn’t have to wait.
 
He pulls out his phone and does just that.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Mako reads it and heart reacts within a few seconds.
 
“You don’t have to do that. My boyfriend will be here in fifteen minutes.”
 
“Then me and my three armed guards are going to wait with you until he gets here.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

The look Kim is giving Chay makes it clear he isn’t taking no for an answer. Chay knows how to pick his battles.
 
And anyway, now that they’re away from the crowd, Kim seems more like a real person. Looser, less guarded—figuratively speaking.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

So Chay asks the question that’s been bothering him since he first saw Kim standing by the stage.
 
“Are you actually a Thursday fan or did you steal someone’s patch jacket?”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩, Chay thinks as Kim immediately cracks open laughing at this, his smile wide and genuine and glistening as he turns to Chay. Chay can’t help but smile back.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“What, do I not look like the kind of person who listens to sadboi music?”
 
“No, you do, and that’s why I’m asking before making assumptions,” Chay answers.
 
“And here I thought you had me all figured out.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Chay huffs, looking away. Kim’s attention feels like it has physical mass. “There’s a difference between being a fan and knowing what someone is really like,” he says without thinking.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

It’s only after Kim doesn’t answer for a few long beats that Chay finally notices the silence and looks up to find Kim looking at him, possibly literally biting his tongue.
 
“What?” Chay asks.
 
Another beat.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“Is it too late to apologize to you for being a right asshole on our date last year?”
 
Well, look at that. Miracles do happen. And Chay won’t brush off a genuine apology.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“Of course not,” Chay answers, smile soft. “Though I hope that’s not the reason you’ve made a point of coming to my shows.”
 
Kim looks like he wants to say something. Whatever it is, though, Chay will never know.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

The next second, familiar headlights round the corner and Kim’s face shutters back into WIꓘ as his entire demeanor changes instantly.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Mako doesn’t just wait for Chay. He parks his sleek silver BMW alongside the curb and gets out, leaving the engine running.
 
“That was fast,” Chay says as Mako slides a hand around his waist.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“I was already on my way, I figured you’d be close to done. Are you ready?”
 
Mako looks exhausted. Chay can’t blame him, it’s 2:30 a.m. He looks like he’s about to lean in for a kiss but then suddenly jumps back as he finally sees who Chay is here with.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“Oh, holy shit, WIꓘ? You came? And you’re still here?”
 
Kim’s face is stony for some reason, but Chay watches as he schools it to something neutral before answering.
 
“I didn’t want Chay to wait alone.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“That makes sense,” Mako says, either not noticing or not worried about the familiar nickname. “And you have armed guards, wow. Thank you. Is that Chay’s—?”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Kim doesn’t answer, just closes the couple of meters between himself and the car and carefully stows Chay’s bag on the floor of the back seat, between the passenger seat and the second row.
 
“Hand me your guitar?” Kim continues.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Something weird is happening again. It takes Chay a couple of beats to respond.
 
“Sure. Thank you,” he says anyway.
 
“Of course.” Kim accepts the instrument from Chay and lays it across the back seat with what seems like reverence, standing up slowly.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“You’re good. I enjoyed your set a lot, and I’m very curious about that hammer technique. I’d love to jam sometime.”
 
Kim already has his phone out. He’s holding it out for Chay, unlocked.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Again, it takes Chay a beat to catch up.
 
“Oh. Okay?”
 
At Kim’s expectant look, Chay takes the phone and adds his number and hands it back. A few seconds later, Chay’s phone buzzes with a text from Kim.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“Goodnight,” Kim says.
 
Then he leaves. The guards follow.
 





[ end of part three. ]
[ that's all for today, more tomorrow <3 p.s. can you tell I was raised on telenovelas yet? 🤣 ]

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[ AN: fuck it, I had a rough day and I have a long two days ahead so I'm updating twice. we start to get some horny 🔞 thoughts in this section, just fyi ]
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Kim is alone in his studio when the door opens.
 
“Holy shit,” Chay says. The door falls closed behind him.
 
When there aren’t any footsteps for several beats, Kim turns and looks over his shoulder.
 
“What does that mean?”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“It means you lied to me. You said I was coming to your studio.”
 
Kim smiles, pausing the scale he’s running on one of his electrics to turn down the volume. “This is my studio.”
 
“Correction, this is your 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Chay steers past the stack of amps behind Kim. He looks around for a second, then gingerly takes a seat on the one next to the one Kim is sitting on.
 
Kim hears more than sees Chay unpack his guitar.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

A pale blue cable hits the ground near Kim’s feet as Chay unwinds it. “Um, what amp should I use?”
 
Kim nods with his chin at the one Chay is sitting on.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Then he transitions into a riff he’d heard in a video a few days ago before he gives into the temptation to just stare at Chay.
 
He looks so good today. The white long-sleeved shirt he’s wearing isn’t quite opaque,
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

and it’s fitted close enough in the arms that Kim can see the shadows of his triceps as he plugs his guitar in. The neckline is both wide and deep enough that Chay’s whole collarbone is visible, accentuated by the fact the only jewelry he has on
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

is a thin silver chain around his neck. The one he always wears.
 
Chay starts tuning on autopilot, and this time Kim does let himself look. Only for a few beats. He has Kim’s favorite of his guitars with him today, a deep blue quilted maple six-string
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

that doesn’t even have a brand on it, meaning it’s probably custom-made. Elegant, classic, accessible to any player—unlike the progressive rock style he plays in.
 
Chay stows the tuner when he’s done and looks down.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

He spreads his legs to look between them upside down at the amp controls, then flicks the amp on and strums randomly with one hand as he adjusts a few dials.
 
𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, Chay has no idea. If he knew what he does to Kim he’d never have come today.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“So you were wondering about my hammer technique?” Chay says while still bent over.
 
In addition to the fitted shirt, Chay’s pale blue jeans run close in the legs. Especially through his thighs. He looks like he runs, or maybe does some other endurance sport.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞 briefly ]

Kim wants to peel Chay’s jeans off with his teeth, then mark up his thighs with bruises that will remind him Kim was there every time he moves his legs. Right where he sits. He wouldn’t even have to move.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Chay sits up again and runs a few chords, then a couple of warmup riffs that almost sound like jazz scales with the amount of open improv he does above them. And his fingers are mesmerizing, especially once he stops picking in favor of a two-handed technique
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Kim has never seen outside of the few progressive rock and mathcore walk-through videos he’s watched, in addition to Chay’s tutorials.
 
“This is what you wanted to see, right?”
 
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢, Kim thinks.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

He’s talking while he plays, which is impressive in itself, but watching him this close—? His fingers are hypnotizing, every note clear and defined even without strumming.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞 again for a sec]

“It’s tempting to push really hard, but don’t. Your hands will get tired and the tone will be too sharp anyway.”
 
What would those fingers feel like around his cock, Kim wonders.
 
They play uninterrupted for over three hours.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

It feels like no time at all, at least not until Chay’s phone rings.
 
Kim hears it before Chay, apparently. He catches Chay’s eyes and nods his chin toward Chay’s phone, which is on the floor on top of his gig bag.

“Hm? Oh—”
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞 again for a sec]

He scrambles forward to get it, bending down as he curls over his guitar.
 
Kim is not good, and he is also only one man. He looks. Chay’s jeans do very nice things to his ass, Kim can tell, and he wants his hands and mouth on it
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞 again for a sec]

enough that his cock twitches and he adjusts his guitar a bit in his lap.
 
Chay swears softly before answering. Which makes Kim hold his breath.
 
“Hey, Tea—”
 
Kim slowly lets it out.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

He shouldn’t be doing this. It isn’t good to let himself think like this. Chay has a boyfriend, one who is good to him, who supports him, and whose only real character flaw is that he’s too nice and genuine and sweet to possibly be real.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Kim has never been good.
 
As Chay paces, holding his guitar by the neck in one hand and his phone in the other in a way that makes his shirt stretch tight over his torso, Kim taps out one of the riffs Chay had taught him about half an hour ago.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

He circles through it a few times and plays through some variations. Chay smiles when he sits back down after a few minutes.
 
“Sorry about that. I have to go soon, though, I forgot what day it is. But I like that mod, show it to me?”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Kim does.
 
For an hour.
 
Chay is late to his meeting.
 



[ #kimchay #ndyh ]






[ chay ]

It’s a few weeks before Chay has another show.
 
He’s jammed at Kim’s actual dream of a studio a couple more times since the first. At the second of those, he’d told Kim about this show, so he isn’t surprised to see Kim in the crowd.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

This time he just has Big and Ken with him, though they’re thankfully dressed normally this time.
 
Mako is at sidestage. A few of Mako’s friends from the film school are milling around behind him, though Mako isn’t really paying attention to them.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Chay feels a lot of eyes on him tonight. Enough that he slips into a daze as he plays, nearly forgetting to switch to his seven-string for the couple of songs that require it. The energy in the room tonight is intense, focused, and Chay barely feels
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

the strings under his fingertips as he hammers through complex polyrhythms with both hands, not even strumming, almost 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 to lose himself to it when the bubble that’s protecting him from the almost palpable eyes on him threatens to pop.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

When he’s done, Mako sits at the edge of the stage as Chay packs up his guitars and gear.
 
“You and WIꓘ seem friendly.”
 
His tone is off.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Subdued, somehow, enough that Chay pauses and looks at Mako over his shoulder for a second as he winds a few cables together so they won’t tangle. There’s no accusation in his voice, though. Just a statement of fact, which is almost more confusing.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“Yes? I guess we are. Why, are you jealous?”
 
He meant it as a joke. So when Mako doesn’t respond for a few beats, Chay looks up at him. He’s looking off at a random spot on the floor, but when Chay stills, Mako meets his eyes.
 
“Yes, but not of you.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“What is that supposed to mean—?”
 
“You know he likes you, right?” Mako asks immediately.
 
The world spins a little weird for a second.
 
“No? What are you talking about?? He was rude on our date?”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Mako smiles sadly. “Yeah, and then he pretended to offer me a backstage pass and started showing up at all of your sets.”
 
Again, Chay is stunned into silence. Mako isn’t accusing him of anything—Chay has had suspicions at times,
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

but it was too unbelievable to contemplate that his former celebrity crush was doing this on purpose that he just…didn’t.
 
Before Chay can say anything, Mako looks at the ceiling, his sad smile even bigger now.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“God, what am I doing, I can’t compete with WIꓘ.”
 
“What—?!”
 
Mako turns that smile on Chay. There are tears collecting in his eyes.
 
“I love you, Chay. He’d better be good to you this time or I’ll snatch you from under his grip.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

And then he leaves, following his friends from the film school out the door with one last look over his shoulder.
 
Chay is frozen. He can’t move.
 
After a few seconds, his phone vibrates. It’s Kim.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

He’s already looking at Chay when Chay meets his eyes.





[ end of part four. ]
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

[ NOTE. parts five and six are one continuous scene. the end of five and the entirety of six are 🔞. if you are underage, do not pass go. ]

- [part five. kim ] -

[ explicit cws: strong d/s undertones ]
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Kim gives it a couple of weeks before inviting Chay to his studio again.
 
It’s just as well. Chay is about to hit midterms, and everything but his comp class and senior thesis require a lot of quiet rooms and uninterrupted time to focus.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

He and Chay work the same way when they need to think, Kim has learned.
 
But Chay’s senior thesis is actually a great avenue, because Kim’s own studio blows the university’s recording studio out of the water.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

And it’s that neutral ground that he leads with once Chay sends him his record’s track list and how far he’s gotten on each of the songs that have made the cut a few days after his set.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Chay has three guitars with him when he opens the door and hip checks it so he can maneuver his acoustic through, and Kim is up on his feet as soon as he hears the sound of the door hitting the acoustic’s hard case.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“Thanks,” Chay says as Kim holds the door.
 
He looks very tired, but not heartbroken. More just a nebulous sadness that’s clouding his usual sunshine.
 
“What time did you go to sleep last night?” Kim asks.
 
“That bad, huh?”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Chay lets Kim take his acoustic down into the jam space where they usually play, following a step behind Kim as he does. “Three, I think. But I had to be up at eight.”
 
Kim feels his brows cross. “Why? It’s a Saturday.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“My brother is in town. He usually has a hard time taking off work, so when he can I work around him.”
 
Right. Porsche is a former national taekwondo champion who now runs a dojang in Pattaya—on his own, as far as Kim is aware, though he hasn’t dug deep.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

There’s a rustling of fabric and the sound of zippers being pulled behind him as Chay unpacks one of his guitars and sets it on an empty stand. After that, though, it abruptly stops, and when the studio falls completely silent,
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Kim sets Chay’s acoustic down and turns to see Chay looking at him with an unreadable expression on his face.
 
“What is it?” Kim asks.
 
“I can’t figure you out,” Chay says.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

He hasn’t sat down yet, is still just standing near the amp he usually perches on when they play, his other electric still in its bag over one shoulder. He’s winding part of the strap around one finger.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Chay continues before Kim can say anything, unfazed at Kim’s silence.
 
“Last year on our date you couldn’t give me the time of day, but now you’re showing up at my sets, scaring off my boyfriend, and inviting me to your private studio to record my thesis.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“Do you want me to apologize?” Kim asks instantly.
 
Chay tips his head a bit, considering.
 
“Mm, if we’d been together longer, maybe. Mako and I were only together for a couple of months. And we’re still friends, he’s been bragging to everyone
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

that he lost me to WIꓘ and he’s getting a lot of attention for it. I think he’ll be fine.”
 
Kim feels many things at this, all of them too quickly for him to get a good read on them. He feels called out, for one thing, though Chay isn’t wrong.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Relieved, for another.
 
And the third is—
 
“Does that bother you?”
 
The words are out before Kim can think twice. Chay laughs and sits against the amp, unpacking his other electric.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“You’re about as subtle as a billboard. About me, no.” He plugs in his guitar and sets it down against the amp, then meets Kim’s eyes. “Though I don’t know how I feel about you poaching other people’s boyfriends. What will happen when you get tired of me?”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

He’s leaning back on his hands now. There’s a challenge in his eyes.
 
Kim feels a surge in his chest. It feels like victory, like possessiveness, like—
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

It 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 like Porchay’s full lips on his, because the next thing he knows Kim is crossing the distance between them as he tips Porchay’s face up with both hands and kisses him.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

But as soon as Chay’s calloused musician’s fingers curl around the side of his neck, Kim straddles Chay’s legs and leans against the amp on his knees and kisses Chay properly, lips slanting across Chay’s as he coaxes Chay’s mouth to open for him.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

It feels—
 
Chay pulls back for air before Kim’s mind can finish that sentence. But when he doesn’t lower his hand, just meets Kim’s eyes with what looks like a question, a beat later Kim is on him again, lips and tongue insistent, and he feels Chay’s
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

other hand move past his leg as Chay catches his guitar by the neck before it can fall to the ground.
 
The hand on Kim’s neck snakes back into his hair. When Chay rakes down a bit against Kim’s scalp with his short fingernails, Kim feels a full-body shiver.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Again, Chay pulls back. This time he does lower his hand, his eyes closed and lips reddened and kiss-bitten as he sits back on his hands again. He huffs a laugh, the sound soft and satisfied.
 
“I cannot believe 𝘞𝘐ꓘ has a crush on 𝘮𝘦. What a world.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

He tips his head back and blinks his eyes open toward the ceiling, exposing the elegant curve of his throat. He looks back at Kim. “You never answered me, you know.”
 
“I can’t answer an impossible question.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

Chay arcs a brow. “You don’t think you’ll get tired of me?”
 
That question is not entirely a joke, Kim realizes, and for the first time in a while Kim is suddenly very irritated at his own high profile.
[ #kimchay #ndyh ]

“Be my boyfriend, Porchay, and I will never need to steal you away from anyone else.”
 
“Oh, so you’re admitting you stole me—”
 
Kim swallows the end of that question as he catches Chay’s mouth in a kiss.

[ from here down is 🔞. again, minors, turn around ]
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

It’s not innocent. It’s not questioning. It’s not slow. Kim straddles Chay fully, slotting his groin against Chay’s in a way that makes how Kim feels about him impossible to ignore, and kisses him like it’s the only time he’ll ever be able.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

Like he can imprint Chay’s taste on his tongue in case this is the only time he’ll be able to have this.
 
But when Chay’s hand finds Kim’s waist, instantly Kim is back on his feet, hand on the neck of Chay’s seven-string as he sets it carefully on a stand.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

He turns back to find Chay watching him again. But it’s different this time. This time, there’s heat in his eyes and he’s flushed beautifully to match his lips.
 
“You never answered mine.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

Kim says this as he moves over Chay again, enough that Chay has to tip his head back to look at him. “Yours wasn’t a question. I’m going to need you to clarify.”
 
Kim cups his hand under Chay’s jaw again. “Mark your words.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

This time, when Kim kisses him, it’s deep and slow as he licks into Chay’s mouth, nipping near the corner of his lip just to hear him gasp, sighing contentedly when Chay drops a hand under Kim’s ass and squeezes.
 
And it’s not just him.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

As Kim grinds into Chay, he can already feel Chay’s cock hardening against his through the layers separating them, and Kim responds by rucking Chay’s shirt up enough that his fingers touch skin just above the waistband of Chay’s jeans.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

“Is this you telling me you want to fuck me?” Chay asks, barely pulling back.
 
“No, Porchay. I don’t just want to fuck you. I want 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” He rolls his hips against Chay’s and bands an arm around his back, punctuating his next words with kisses.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

“Your body.” Kiss. “Your mind.” Kiss. “Your music.” Kiss. “I want to ruin you for anyone else.”
 
He tugs on Chay’s lip with his teeth, drawing it into his mouth for a second before Chay pulls free with an audible 𝘱𝘰𝘱, already smiling.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

“You already have.”
 
“No,” Kim answers. He’s smiling now, too, especially as one of Chay’s hands drops to the back of his thigh and presses in, his fingers rough and hungry as he digs into Kim’s hamstrings. “No, Angel. I haven’t even started.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

This time, when Kim stands, he pulls Chay with him, only to catch him close again with an arm around Chay’s back as he presses their bodies flush from knee to shoulder.
 
They’re not going to be able to get far if they stay this close, Kim knows that.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

But now that he knows he 𝘤𝘢𝘯, he can’t seem to stop touching Chay. His fingers find skin again, this time up the back of his shirt, pressing up along the dip of his spine, the hand up his shirt tracking all over his skin and 𝘨𝘰𝘥,
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

Kim is obsessed with Chay’s skin, soft and golden and warm, and he hasn’t even gotten his mouth on it yet.
 
Kim tucks his face into Chay’s neck and takes a breath, enveloping his senses in Chay’s smell.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

He smells like cinnamon, like vanilla and something herbal, and a little bit like the sun—like he’d been outside before he came here. If Kim could only smell one thing for the rest of his life, he wants it to be this.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

He runs his lips along the side of Chay’s neck up to his ear.
 
“I want you. So much.”
 
“How much do you want?”
 
Kim nips at his earlobe, pulling it gently through his teeth. “Everything, Chay. But it doesn’t have to be now.”
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

Chay’s hand finds Kim’s forearm, squeezing slightly.
 
“Is that door locked?”
 
“No.”
 
“Go lock it.”
 
Kim does. And as he comes back into the practice area, Chay holds Kim’s eyes as he strips off his shirt.
 
Chay is—
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

Fuck. 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 doesn’t cut it. His skin is golden and sun-kissed in a way that makes it clear he spends a lot of time outside—yet another secret that hasn’t made it into his Mediagram feed, nor has the cut of muscle around his arms and core.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

Chay could easily do very well for himself as a model if he ever wanted to.
 
Kim wants him to. Suddenly, Kim is pulled back to a feeling he first felt at his father’s harvest party all those months ago: the desire to show him everything,
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

to 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 him everything he’s ever wanted. To spoil Chay to within an inch of his life just because he can. Because Chay deserves it.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

Kim is moving toward Chay on autopilot now, eyes already devouring him even though he hasn’t done anything more than take off his shirt. The thin silver chain he always wears catches the light as he moves.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

Chay’s thumb is already over the button of his jeans. Kim nudges his hand aside.
 
“You want this?” Kim asks again.
 
“I do,” Chay answers, meeting Kim’s eyes when Kim finally tears his gaze away from Chay’s body.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

“But I don’t do one-night stands.”
 
“Then it’s a good thing I want to keep you,” Kim says, bringing both hands to Chay’s lithe, narrow waist and nearly growling into Chay’s mouth in pleasure at the way he feels under Kim’s hands when he kisses Chay again.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

He dips his fingers under Chay’s waistband. Pauses.
 
“You vixen.”
 
Chay nips Kim’s lip. “What, can’t a guy be prepared?”
 
In a flash, Kim opens Chay’s jeans one-handed, sliding the other fully down his waistband and grabbing a handful of his ass.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

His 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 ass.

Without removing his hand, he pulls Chay into him again as his second hand joins the first, reaching under and tipping Chay’s hips into his from beneath and 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬,
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

Kim wants to turn him over and suck marks into his ass that he’ll feel for a week every time he sits down. And he will, if Chay lets him.
 
“You are 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 bad for my self-control,” Kim admits.
 
“Then don’t. But I make the rules right now,” Chay answers.
[ #kimchay #ndyh 🔞]

He meets Kim’s eyes with a look that’s all business.

“Deal,” Kim says.
 
“Take me somewhere more comfortable, then.”






[ end of part five. ]
[ YES I'M STOPPING THERE FOR THE DAY ahahahahaa dw I promise you'll like tomorrow you horndogs <3 ]

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either I or bird app fucked up the continuity of this thread so here's the start of part six again, I'm so sorry if that scared anyone trying to reread 💀 this links to the jump to the start of 5, but the start of 6 is in the post below!

actually fuck it, here's the start of 6, sorry I fail at thread continuity lmao 💀💀💀

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