Fics like It's all your fault, you called me beautiful. (Now I'm running out of air, and it's not fair.)

“You know, for someone who was supposedly trained by the biggest mafia in Thailand, you suck at sneaking around.” Porchay watched with a sense of grim satisfaction as Kim visibly startled, his eyes widening a little and the cigarette hanging out of his mouth drooping slightly in his surprise. Then everything about him tensed at Porchay’s accusation. “Can’t suck at something you weren’t even trying to do in the first place,” Kim argued after removing the cigarette from his mouth, exhaling a cloud of smoke away from Porchay’s general direction. “Bullshit,” Porchay scowled, “You’ve been following me for a week without trying to talk to me, that’s like the definition of sneaking around.” “Just because I didn’t make a point of talking to you doesn’t mean I was sneaking around.” Kim protested, “You knew I was following you the entire time, I knew that you knew that I was following you. If I had wanted to hide it from you, you wouldn’t have known shit.” Or Porchay is finally sick of his silent shadow and confronts Kim in the middle of some random alley after the singer has been following him home from classes for a week. The confrontation doesn't quiet go as expected.

Fics like It's all your fault, you called me beautiful. (Now I'm running out of air, and it's not fair.)

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