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Memes that my gf made without knowing Jeff was in Milan.
#jeff satur#kimchay#kimhan possible#kim theerapanyakun#kim theerapanyakul#kimchay meme#kimchay shitpost#jeff satur meme
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Kim: Well, well, well... if it isn’t my old friend: the dawning realization that I fucked up bad.
#my man can never know peace#dragging him through his issues#set right after him saying sorry to chay#he has issues okay?#let my man find a therapist first#and possibly some anxiety meds#chay does not get paid enough for this shit#kinnporsche#kinnporsche incorrect quotes#kim#kim kimhan#kim kimhan theerapanyakul
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KIMHAN Names and Nicknames
Yess I went around collecting Kim's names as if they are collectibles. And believe me they are. I have made a list of it.
AND NONE OF THESE ARE MY CREATION, I JUST CONSOLIDATED THEM. THOSE NAMES ARE THE RESPECTIVE CREATORS(💜*Chefs kiss to each one of you😌🤌🏻) COPYRIGHT ©️
Show-given
Kimhan Theerapanyakul
Kim Theerapanyakul
WiK
Fandom-given
Kimothy - @patspran
Mafia Princeling - @luckydragon10
Kimbert Einstein - Twitter
Kimberly Kardashian
Kimlock Holmes - Twitter
Kim Skywalker - @queerbrainrot
WiKachu
Kim Possible - Twitter
Kimlor Swift - Twitter
Kim Bond 007
Kimmie Chan - @thats-rough-buddy04
Gay Mafia Hannah Montana - @kissporsche
Ice Prince
Hannibal Montana - @chirabella
Kimrotonin - @kimencyclopaedia
Kimhanipulator - @bubbleworldaddict
Kimlown - @ss121382
Floppy Haired Bitch - @fishy-xp
Kimeowmeow - @patspran
Kimadict Cumberbatch - @dovey-luv-bug
Kimward Cullen - @sliceduplife
Klown Kim - @shouyo-yo
Lesbian Mafia Paris Hilton - @thou-breath-of-autumns-being
Wannabe Harry Styles - @headempty-justgay
High Class Bitch with commitment issues - @fandomtraveller20
Kimbob Murderpants - Meeee!!!
Kimt Barton - @guzhu-furen
Wik Wisconsin - @glamgoblin
Kimtten - @the-cookie-of-doom
Kimmy - Peter Knight's Twitter 🤣
Hot Cat Burglar - @shou-jpeg
John Wik - @nameinandau
And y'all are welcome to add more to these.😂
Twitter Source 👇🏼
Peter Knight's Twitter source👇🏼
#kinnporsche#kinnporsche la forte#kinnporsche the series#kim theerapanyakul#kimhan theerapanyakul#kimporchay#kimchay#jeff satur
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Hi! How are you?
Who is your favorite character of all time? How many shows do you think you've watched till date (an estimate maybe)
I couldn't pick just ONE character! I'm ANCIENTTTTTTT (in my 30s) and have been mainlining media since the age of like 1 (shout out to Sesame Street, I still watch the clips), how could I possibly pick ONE character out of the 100s (if not 1000s) of shows I've watched???
Some top faves though, through the years:
Chandler Bing (Friends)
Jake Peralta (Brooklyn Nine Nine)
Captain Dad Holt (Brooklyn Nine Nine)
Gina Linetti (Brooklyn Nine Nine)
Christina Yang (Grey's Anatomy)
Villanelle (Killing Eve)
Crowley (Good Omens)
Anika (Ishqbaaaz)
Omkara Singh Oberoi (Strictly Pre-DBO Ishqbaaaz)
Gauri Kumari Sharma (DBO/Ishqbaaaz)
Kusum Kothari (Shaadi Mubarak)
Hong Cha Young (Vincenzo)
Lee Ik Jun (Hospital Playlist)
Porsche Kittisawasd (Kinnporsche)
Tankhun Theerapanyakul (Kinnporsche)
Kimhan Theerapanyakul (Kinnporsche)
Prapai (Love in The Air)
.... Ok, I think that's quite enough. (Also I've reached the Tumblr image limit, lmao.) Safe to say, my brain is always filled with my beloved blorbos and I spend most of my time thinking of them. 🥰🥰🥰
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Kimhan Theerapanyakul
A smart, powerful, secretive, manipulative, untrusting, possessive, jealous, kick ass, falls hard, biggest dumbass jerk that ever lived kind of guy that gets charmed and dazzled by the person he least expects and deals with it in the most frustrating, aggravating, emotionally damaging way possible.
Me: Poor Chay.
Me also: My favorite kind of character. I live for this shit.
#kimhan theerapanyakul#why I need a season 2#kimchay#kim theerapanyakul#kinnporche the series#kinnporsche#porchay kittisawasd#kimporchay#kim x porchay#chay kittisawasd#kinnporsche la forte#be on cloud
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Ok I said no analysis for the next 5 years... But you and I both know i won't stop about KimChay. So there are a few things that I can't stop thinking about.
1. Naemphung is SUS like very sus. Nothing about her seems right to me. It could either be she genuinely doesn't remember anything or that this isn't the actual Naemphung.
2. Korn's "History is created by victors" WHY WOULD HE SAY THAT UNLESS HE HAD THIS ENTIRE THING, PLANNED OUT. And by entire thing I mean "his fake death, re appearance of Naemphung, killing Gun, letting Pete go back to Vegas". Korn is planning something and you can't fight me on this.
3. Gun's "YOU ARE JUST AS BAD AS OUR DAD". Now I know gun is bad. Very bad. But this one dialogue got me thinking, also accompanied by his "the truth is that naemphung is..." , his last words that were never completed. It's highly possible that what he would have said was another lie, but still.
Now coming to my man, my baby, the man of the moment, the love of my life - KIM KIMHAN THEERAPAYANKUL.
1. What was that whole "Porsche's parents were killed in an accident" drama? Because if there was no accident then what did that ex police officer meant when he told Kim that Korn made him hide details. What details would need to be hidden if there was no happening in the first place.
I understand that it wasn't Porsche's parents because porsche remembers his dad being shot. THEN WHO DIED IN THAT ACCIDENT?
2. What did Kim find after meeting that ex police man that we never saw kimlock Holmes coming back? He went back to being Kim/Kimhan. And that's very unlike Kim. He is not someone to leave a project before it's over.
3. @summersoldier-barnes is responsible for this one. But Kim was seemingly unbothered by the news of Korn's death. Ahh I need to say more about this. Find it here.
It's highly possible that I'm thinking too much but still it is what it is. So if you got answers then shoot them in or join me on this clown train.
#kinnporche the series#kim theerapanyakul#kimchay#porchay kittisawasd#kim x chay#kim x porschay#kimporchay#kinnporsche the series#kinn theerapanyakul#porsche kittisawasd#kinnporsche meta#kinnporsche ep 14
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How Kim & WIK were 2 different people until Porchay came along.
Part 2/4
Now that we have identified his 2 personalities let's go back a to where all the trouble started.
Kim being surprised that an experienced bodyguard like Big was replaced with a newbie due to his injury. The more he learnt about the preferential treatment Prosche received from both Kinn & Korn, he immediately smelled something fishy. So he decides to do the background check Korn deliberately didn't.
When he discovers Porchay is Porsche's brother he doesn't hesitate to take advantage of his fanboy. He never intended to be cruel, he considered it an exchange for the time he would invest in tutoring.
Disclosing that Kim & WIK are 2 sides of the same coin was a calculated move. He knew that the Kittisawads & Theerapanyakuls' fates would only get more intertwined in future. (Also notice how Kim mentions "sad love song" to Big in their conversation. Could that mean he knew about Big's feelings for Kinn without anyone telling?) However, he is not subtle in ways (lucky Kim that Porchay was too näive to suspect) possibly due to lack of social engagement.
Kim's only miscalculation was his budding feelings for Porchay. He is barely in touch with his feelings to be able to do something before it's too late. We see Kimhan smiling only when he discovers Chay fanboying over him (the texts & his room wall) or when Chay is singing. So it is not Kim, but WIK the artist & tutor falling for Porchay.
So in essence, Kim asked him to write a song on Porsche but WIK fell in love with the song. WIK asked him to write a love song & WIK fell in love with Chay.
Kimhan doesn't even realize his feelings until he can't help but smile at the song dedicated for him. (Let's just take a moment to appreciate it 🤭)
He acknowledges his feelings for the first time when the thought of Porchay clears his creative block. After all, for an artist, you know you're in love when they become your muse.
He is well aware that he has to stop seeing Porchay so that both their feelings don't get hurt. But WIK takes over Kim when Porchay shyly confesses. (Seriously, as if he wasn't cute enough already - Porchay reveals he promised God he would risk confessing to his celebrity crush. How could someone NOT melt at that innocence)
For the first time in the series we see Kim follow his heart over his head like most humans. Considering he let himself feel happy despite his overly practical self. It goes a long way to highlight the intensity of his feelings.
Like a well crafted character his personality doesn't change overnight. His original habits resurface very soon.
He stares at his own hand in happiness mingled with guilt. Yes he would love to vow to protect Porchay's innocent sunshine smile & teenage dreams. Forever. But he hates himself. Because he can't. Nothing can help him escape his reality. He's a Theerapanyakul. He's a threat to anyone he loves. He's not allowed to love.
He feels unworthy of someone who says "I love you" without expecting anything in return. He hates himself for letting himself be happy & forget all this worries. He would have left Porchay with a note that day if not for the mishap.
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#kim theerapanyakul#kimchay#kinnporche the series#kinnporsche#kinnporsche ep12#kimporchay#porchay kittisawasd
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KIM. WTAF.
1. It’s not like we all – ALL OF US, including YOU – didn’t see it coming from 10 episodes away, and I … think(?) … you think you’re protecting him, but you ought to be horsewhipped, making that ball of sunshine cry like that, you sociopath. Also, your sleeve fringe and leather pants make you look like a douche. Fuck you. >:(
2. But … here’s the thing: ARE you doing this to protect HIM? You make it clear immediately – and kind of snottily, too – that you know he’s been brought into the main family house to live with his brother, who’s literally and figuratively up the Major Heir’s ass. You have to know that you’re kind of extraneous at this point, when it comes to getting Chay entangled in the big bad Mafia world. So, Chay’s connection to you is the least of the potential danger HE is now in. This makes me wonder, who are you actually protecting by pushing him away? Is it yourself? You’ve got to have your reasons for separating yourself from your family as much as you have. (Maybe including the fact that you’re probably better suited to be Heir than your idiot big brother Kinn - you at least have the sense to keep a bulletin board with pictures and red string and sticky notes so that you don’t lose track of anybody – and if you hold still long enough at the dinner table, your dad’s gaze might fall on you and he might start getting ideas about his creepy Chess Game of Life and how you should actually fit onto his board. ANYWAY.) The fact that Chay is now well and truly entangled in that spider’s web means that you can’t be around him without being pulled back into it, too. Is this an attempt to maintain a bright line between you and your family? It’s possible that I’m WAY overthinking this, but honestly, I … would have more sympathy for you, if that’s the case. Clearly, you’re not willing to maintain enough distance that you lose access to your family bank account, but if you’re trying to avoid the toxicity of … well, everything about the Theerapanyakul Family, then I’m honestly willing to give you a lot more leeway for the actions you find necessary to maintain your distance. It would be nice if you hadn’t crushed Chay’s heart into a thousand little pieces, though, and you still kind of deserve a punch in the face for THAT.
3. Or do you think he actually needs protecting from YOU? Because I gotta tell you, man, that’s why you don’t fuck teenagers in the first place. Even if it is part of your plots and scheming.
4. The best part of the whole thing, though, is probably Jeff, who despite literally playing the part, did a doubletake at the screen during a reaction video with Barcode when they watched the breakup scene, and who inquired of onscreen Kim - with no small measure of distress - why you would do such a thing as to make that ball of sunshine cry like that, you sociopath. Even Bible is out here being the biggest stan for his character since Wang Haoxuan and Xue Yang, but Jeff is all, “Kimhan Theerapanyakul? I don’t know him.” And under the bus Kim goes. FANTASTIC. Jeff Satur, I love you so much.
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you and me, witnessed by the rain
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Pairing: KimChay
Word count: 3.3k
Raiting: Teen and Up Audiences
Additional tags: boys kissing, car make out, fluff
Summary:
Kimhan and Porchay are on their way back from a date when the rainy weather strikes. It is pouring incessantly to the point that they mutually agree to pull over and take shelter at a parking lot.
Maybe it's the way that the lights are shining on Porchay like a halo above his head, making him look like an actual angel.
Or maybe it's the way that Porchay's big, sincere eyes are looking at him with so much affection.
Or maybe it's just the way that Porchay's lips stretch into the most beautiful smile he has ever seen.
Kimhan is not sure which is the reason, but he really wants to kiss Porchay.
Kimhan’s brows knit into a troubled frown as the rain keeps pouring down incessantly. Every drop of rainwater hits harshly on the roof of his car with loud rattles. So loud, in fact, that it even drowns out the sound from the radio that Porchay switched on earlier.
The persistently leaking clouds hovering above them are dark and gloomy, engulfing the whole area in complete darkness. Even the windshield wipers are struggling to keep up with the rain, barely providing Kimhan enough proper visibility to continue driving. Thus, to ensure their safety, Kimhan has been navigating the road as slowly as he can. His lax posture from earlier shifts into sitting up with his back straight and his tensed knuckles gripping firmly on the wheels. Luckily, there are not many vehicles around at the moment.
“Phi Kim,” The young boy in the passenger seat calls out to him. His voice raises slightly so that Kimhan can hear him through the noise. Kimhan gives him a small nod in acknowledgment, not wanting to avert his gaze from the road in front of them.
“I think we should pull over and wait out, it’s too dangerous to drive right now.”
“Mhm, you’re right. We really should,” He easily agrees. Had he been driving alone right now he probably would not be bothered. He would rather drive through the heavy rain than be stranded at the side of an empty road, just so he could be in the comfort of his apartment as soon as possible. But Porchay is someone Kimhan truly cares about, more than he does himself. He refuses to put the younger one at risk, especially one that he could have easily avoided.
“There’s a recreational park ahead, Phi Kim. We can take shelter at their car park.”
It takes almost 10 minutes for them to safely arrive at the said park, despite it being barely a couple of miles away. And thankfully the parking lot is an open space that is accessible to visitors at any time of the day. And it is lit fairly well too by multiple lamp posts perched alongside the space.
So Kimhan swiftly drives through the entrance and into the parking lot, opting for a spot with a canopy shade for cover. There are a few holes in the canopy, allowing a few drops of rainwater to slide down the windshield occasionally. Regardless, he figures this is better than nothing. At least they are not struggling to hear each other anymore.
“I’m sorry bambi, I should’ve checked the weather forecast before asking you out today,” Kimhan sighs out apologetically as he unbuckles his seatbelt and stretches his back which has become stiff from driving so tensely earlier.
Porchay unbuckles his own seatbelt too. A soft flush slowly spreads across his cheeks, both from the coolness of the car’s air-conditioner and also Kimhan’s casual usage of the term of endearment. It is not even the first time that Kimhan has called him bambi . The man has used it on more occasions than one. But still, it never fails to stir the butterflies in Porchay’s stomach, driving them wild.
“There’s nothing to apologize for, Phi Kim. At least I have an excuse to stay longer with you now.”
Porchay looks up at Kimhan as he speaks and flashes him a bashful smile.
A smile that stuns Kimhan in his seat. His own eyes remain unblinking as he stares into the younger’s beautiful ones that are originally big and sparkling but have turned into crescents now from smiling. He watches almost enchanted by the way the boy’s plump lips tugged at the corners to form a smile. They are a little chapped due to the weather, but it is still the most beautiful smile Kimhan has ever seen in his entire life.
Kimhan wants to kiss those pretty lips so bad.
“I used to play in the rain with Hia and his friends, a lot,” Porchay mutters softly to break the silence in the car. He looks out the window, observing the rain in the dark that is still not calming down even a bit since earlier. Then he turns around to face Kimhan who has already shifted his entire form in his seat to gaze in Porchay’s direction.
Porchay swallows when his gaze meets Kimhan’s intense one. He can feel his own heartbeat thumping embarrassingly loudly against his rib cage that Kimhan can probably hear it too even from this distance, albeit faintly. But he keeps it locked there, not avoiding the elder’s eyes.
“Hia doesn’t actually like rainy weather.” He emits a small chuckle upon reminiscing the old days when his older brother Porsche is barely a teen himself. The change is very subtle, but Porchay notices how Kimhan’s eyes soften as he listens to his story. So he continues.
“He thinks it’s too cold and he hates the dark. He also thinks the thunder and lightning are scary.” Memories of Porsche complaining whenever he had requested the older to play in the rain with him vividly played in his head, making him smile fondly.
“But Hia indulges me anyway despite it all. Not without dragging his friends along, that is.”
“No offense, bambi,” Kimhan starts. The corner of his lips lifted into an amused smile.
“But I have to agree with Porsche on this one. Rainy weather is a whole hassle.” Porchay feigns an offended look at Kimhan; eyes wide open, complete with an exaggerated gasp in disbelief. Though he can’t hide the cheeky grin growing on his face soon after. He lifts a finger up at Kimhan and wags it side to side.
“Nu-uh Phi Kim you’re wrong. The rainy weather is nice and cozy! It's deemed cuddle weather for a reason.” He argues in a rather light-hearted manner.
“There’s nothing cozy about walking in wet socks from being drenched in the rain,” Kimhan replies and catches the wagging finger in his own hand. An action he barely even registers he is doing. He just reaches for it out of his instinct to touch Porchay.
When it comes to the younger boy, sometimes Kimhan thinks that his body has a mind of its own, moving on autopilot. He finds himself doing things he does not usually do, saying things he is not used to saying, and most importantly, feeling things he has never felt before. This is all very unfamiliar to Kimhan, and the unfamiliarity scares him sometimes if he has to be honest.
As the youngest heir of a mafia family that owns a multitude of businesses, Kimhan has been trained since youth to live a routine life. Right from the day he was able to speak and walk, he had been taught all the things he supposedly needed to survive living in this family. However, those were all just the technicalities. None of them had prepared him to face a force stronger than a business partner trying to sneak their way into betraying his family, or a rival gang pointing a fully loaded gun straight in his direction.
A force called love . A romantic affection.
But above all, Kimhan thinks Porchay is more than worth it for him to step out of his comfort zone and his trained routines. He allows himself to learn how to feel, for Porchay. Because at this point, he really can’t live without Porchay.
Porchay clicks his tongue and playfully rolls his eyes. “Phi Kim, you're so unromantic.”
Porchay’s mouth is complaining but his hand that is in Kimhan’s gentle grip opens up, then he laces their fingers together so they are properly holding hands. He is even stroking Kimhan’s knuckle soothingly with the pad of his thumb as he continues to tell Kimhan more stories about himself.
Kimhan really, really wants to kiss Porchay right now.
So kissing Porchay is exactly what he will do.
It happens so fast that it gives Porchay a whiplash. One moment he is animatedly telling Kimhan about the time he got sick after playing in the cold rain too long, and then the next second he feels an arm snaking around his waist and swiftly pulling him forward. The action rips a surprised yelp out of him but he is too stunned to resist, so he just lets Kimhan maneuver him into straddling the older man’s lap, sandwiched in the tight space between the man’s toned body and the steering wheel. Porchay immediately stretches his arms out to prop against the leather seat–caging Kimhan’s head between them–to avoid squishing him under his weight.
“Phi Kim!” Porchay gasps out and he lightly slaps at Kimhan’s chest as the latter reclines his backrest a little. Just enough to provide Porchay some more space.
Kimhan tightens his hold around Porchay’s waist, drawing the boy flushed against his chest. Porchay’s breath hitched at how close they are right now. So close that he can feel the warm puff of air when Kimhan breathes. So close that Kimhan can feel every beat of Porchay’s heart right against his own chest.
Porchay purposely ignores the way this position and the close proximity have his crotch pressed right on Kimhan’s.
Kimhan cups Porchay’s soft cheek in his palm and runs the pad of his thumb across his bottom lip. His touch is so light and tender that one would never expect it to come from Kimhan. His now hazy eyes unable to look away from Porchay’s enticing lips. Porchay finds himself melting under his stare.
“Can I kiss you, Chay?” Kimhan inquires breathlessly, making it evident to Porchay just how much the older man craves for him. So desperate to taste his lips that he can barely control his desire. Porchay’s heart flutters and sings in delight. Kimhan really has a knack for making him feel wanted and desirable.
Porchay is rendered so speechless now that his addled brain can’t even form a word, so he just nods his head in reply, granting Kimhan his full consent.
Kimhan’s initial instinct is to dive in and immediately devour those lips. But Kimhan’s rationale begs to differ; he thinks Porchay’s lips deserve to be worshiped instead.
Keeping his hand on Porchay’s cheek, Kimhan first presses a soft kiss on Porchay’s bottom lip, gazing up at Porchay briefly when he pulls away. Then he switches up to kiss Porchay’s upper lip, letting it linger for a bit before he pulls away again.
Porchay’s eyes flutter close in return and he rests his hands on Kimhan’s shoulder, gripping the fabric of his shirt with pure anticipation. And when he feels Kimhan’s mouth on his bottom lip again–but this time Kimhan captures it in between his own lips and gives it an experimental suck–Porchay has to hold back the embarrassing moan that is bubbling up in his throat.
“More?” Kimhan asks in a deep, sultry voice. Lucky for Porchay he is not standing at the moment, otherwise he is sure his legs will give up on him.
“Yes– please,” Comes Porchay’s immediate answer. Gradually becoming just as breathless as Kimhan is.
Kimhan wastes no time to lean in and claim Porchay’s full lips with his own, pulling the younger into a sweet kiss. Their mouths slide together – lips slotting against each other like they are a puzzle piece. Porchay’s arms move out of instinct to wind around Kimhan’s neck as he returns the kiss promptly. Moving his lips languidly, as if both of them are testing the waters, and in perfect sync with Kimhan’s. And when Kimhan darts his tongue out to lick across Porchay’s lip, he parts his mouth open easily to allow Kimhan access. Letting Kimhan enthusiastically slide his tongue into Porchay’s mouth, exploring his wet cavern and lapping his wet muscle. As if that is not enough, Kimhan proceeds to suckle on Porchay’s tongue, earning him a small whimper from the younger boy.
Porchay’s lips taste as sweet as he has expected – Kimhan thinks to himself as he continues to devour the boy’s lips to his heart's content. Or maybe Kimhan is just biased and imagining things. But he swears Porchay’s lips tasted like the caramel chocolate drink he used to love so much as a teen – before his full adult tastes decided that they do not want anything that is not coffee anymore. So sweet and addictive. The more he indulges himself in those lips, the harder it is for him to control his desire.
Kimhan only lets go of Porchay’s lips when the need for air finally claws at his chest. The sudden loss of contact makes Porchay whine and chase Kimhan’s lips back. Their lips manage to find each other once again. Though this time, gone is the gentleness and sweetness from earlier.
Kimhan’s skilled fingers thread into Porchay’s soft hair and grip a fistful of it, using it as a leverage to pull Porchay closer so he can deepen the kiss. His gentle movements from before gradually became more rough and intense. Switching from nipping Porchay’s lips to sucking it eagerly, then biting it none too gently only to swipe his tongue over it to lick the sting away.
Porchay feels like the bones in his body have all turned jelly in the pleasure that Kimhan is providing him. Kimhan’s lips on him are hot and relentless; he can only succumb into the kiss. Kimhan’s tug on his hair stings; though it is the kind of delicious sting that spreads goosebumps all over his body. And then there is Kimhan’s other hand– God help Porchay, he is on the very edge of his sanity at this point. Kimhan’s other hand has untangled from Porchay’s waist in favor of crawling lower towards his clothed ass. Porchay’s entire system burns with want and need when Kimhan grabs his perky flesh and kneads it roughly in his hand, making him mewl helplessly into the kiss.
All he can think of right now is just Phi Kim, Phi Kim, Phi Kim.
The wet sound of their lips smacking on each other and Porchay’s pleased moans echoed in the car. So loud and lewd in their ears as their minds tune out all the howling and thrumming of nature outside, completely absorbed in each other. Unfortunately it does not take too long before they have to pull away again from the lack of air. It is only now that Porchay registers how lightheaded he is.
Panting heavily to regain his breath, Porchay leans his forehead to rest on Kimhan’s. His chest heaves up and down to generate as much oxygen as he needs. He does not need to look into the mirror to know his lips are so red and swollen right now, and his hair askew from Kimhan’s rough fingers. Though when he peeks at Kimhan, he sees that the man is in no better shape than him. Kimhan’s lips are left parted as he inhales deeply. Just as raw and glistening as Porchay’s are. His dark, lustful gaze remains on Porchay, making the younger squirm in his lap.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” Kimhan leans in to bury his face into the juncture of Porchay’s neck, in which the latter tilts his head to the side to grant him more access. Porchay emits a contented sigh as Kimhan rubs the tip of his nose against his skin up along the span of his neck, leaving a trail of tingles on his skin.
And then he bursts into soft laughter when Kimhan mouths at the back of his ear, purposely tickling him with the warm puffs of air he blows onto his skin. He tries to push at Kimhan’s chest and lean away from him, but evidently Kimhan’s years of mafia training and workout do not go in vain. Porchay’s lanky frame can never win against Kimhan’s when it comes to strength.
“Phi Kim!” Porchay manages to shriek out in between his uncontrollable laughter and he brings a hand up to cover his ear. “Quit it, that tickles!”
Kimhan, being a menace that he is, instead tugs at Porchay’s hand and continues to blow warm air onto the back of his ear, switching from one side to the other with a mischievous grin on his face. Porchay’s high pitched laughter and giggles filled up the entire car, echoing through Kimhan’s ears like the best piece of melody he has ever heard in his life. One of these days, he might just try to compose a whole song about the younger’s melodious laugh.
Kimhan only stops tickling when the poor boy begs with tears pooling in his eyes from laughing too much. A fond smile gracing his face as he watches the boy in his lap. His cheeks have turned so red from being teased earlier.
Unable to suppress his urge, KImhan cups Porchay’s cheeks in his palms and smooches him square on the lips.
“Let’s go back now, Phi Kim? It’s stopped raining already,” Porchay tips his chin towards the window and both of them look through it to see that it has, in fact, stopped raining. It is still dark outside, considering it is already late in the evening. But at least it is not pouring cats and dogs anymore.
“Do you want me to drop you off at your family’s house, or are you staying at the mansion tonight?”
Kimhan gives Porchay one last peck on the lips before he finally detaches his hands from the boy, letting him crawl back over to the passenger seat. Now that they are separated, they realize just how unkempt they look right now. Both of their neatly ironed shirts have turned into crinkled mess with the hems untucked from their jeans. Their hairs tousled, sticking across all directions - especially Porchay’s. They pat themselves around, fixing their clothes and hairs as much as they could to look presentable again.
“The mansion,” He answers as he pulls the seatbelt over himself, buckling it. Kimhan mirrors the action.
“Hia and Phi Khun made me promise to join them tomorrow. We’re hanging out at Phi Yok’s club,” He explains further as Kimhan starts to drive out of the car park and onto the main road.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow when you guys are done partying.”
“You don’t have to do that, Phi Kim. The bodyguards will be there and they’ll drive us back to the mansion afterwards. You don’t have to worry.”
“I know, but I want to anyway.”
Kimhan takes Porchay’s hand into his, intertwining their fingers and resting their connected hands on his lap.
“Who else am I supposed to take care of, if not my boyfriend, right?”
A chuckle escaped from Porchay’s mouth at that. Since when does Kimhan know how to sweet talk?
“So cheesy. Where did you learn that line from, hm?”
“One of Phi Khun’s shitty dramas.”
Both of them burst out into an amused laugh at Kimhan’s answer. Of course it is. Where else can Kimhan learn such a sappy line?
“But I mean it though. I really care about you,” Kimhan mutters with a soft voice, hand squeezing Porchay’s reassuringly. Kimhan might not be good at expressing his love with words and showering Porchay with sweet talks, but one thing he is good at is taking care and protecting him.
“I know that, Phi Kim.” Porchay turns his face to look at Kimhan with fond eyes. His heart flutters in his chest knowing he has Kimhan’s whole affection all for himself.
“And yes, you can pick me up tomorrow.”
It is almost comical the way Kimhan’s face instantly lights up at that – Porchay thinks. Something as simple as picking him up from a night out has made Kimhan so excited just because that means he gets to take care of him. Porchay finds himself falling harder and harder in love with Kimhan.
#KimChay#Kimhan#Porchay#KimChay fanfic#KimChay fanfiction#KimChay au#kinnporche the series#KinnPorche fanfic#kpts fic#fluff#boys kissing
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PART 1: The Meeting
The wedding is in Santa Monica.
It’s summer and the reception will take place at the beach because Porsche loves the beach and well, Kinn loves Porsche.
Porchay has been in the States a couple of times now and the experience it’s almost the same every time: stressful. It’s not that he doesn’t like the country, Chay is just unlucky. He always ends up getting lost or losing stuff because he doesn’t do well under pressure and Los Angeles can be pretty chaotic.
This time, Chay was stuck in traffic for almost three hours. It almost made him regret turning down his brother’s offer of picking him up from the airport. And there he was, in a random street in Burbank near a Holiday Inn, trying to remember how to get to the restaurants he remembers visiting with his brother the last time he came here almost eighteen months ago.
So he walks, with his suitcase rolling behind him and his headphones hanging on his shoulders. He sees a coffee shop right at the corner, some tables outside, and glasses as walls so one can see everything even passing by. Porchay stands right at the entrance thinking if he had time enough to eat something before Porsche starts freaking out.
He shrugs and walks in.
The smell of freshly baked bread hits him right on his face and he smiles, pulling his face mask down, not that he needed it but he was so used to it now, it has almost become an accessory, especially when he comes from spending almost an entire day in a plane and he looks like shit. Chay takes a look at the pastries and the coffee options on the banner and walks to the cashier. Porchay clears his throat and practices his order in his head.
Another reason for Chay to be stressed the second he puts a foot in the States: is his English.
It’s not that bad but his accent is too strong and he rather never speaks again than have to repeat himself. So he ignores his sweaty hands and asks for a croissant and an iced latte. He lets all the air in his lungs out and pats himself on the shoulder. He’s 23 for fuck’s sake, this kind of thing shouldn’t be so hard.
After paying for his order, Porchay turns around to go sit on one of those tables outside, when he sees him in. He’s looking at his phone as he opens the door. And Chay stays there, looking at him with his mouth slightly open and holding his breath like somehow, that would make him imperceptible.
The most important reason for Chay to dislike coming here: is the possibility of bumping into Kimhan Theerapanyakul.
Porchay hasn’t seen Kim for about three years, since they broke up. Looking at him right now he seems unreachable. He’s wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark blue jeans. He has his hair tied in a mini ponytail with some strains falling on his face. Porchay’s heart aches at the sight.
He can see it too, the shift in the atmosphere inside the coffee shop, he can see people moving around their sits and turning heads, he can hear the people gasping and he can hear the whispers. They know who he is, damn, the whole world knows who he is.
And that’s exactly the reason Kim broke up with him, to come to America and make everyone know his name. And he made it, within six months after he left a broken 20-year-old crying in the lobby of his apartment complex as he was leaving for the airport. Chay remembers it like it was yesterday, and even though he was sure he moved on, even when he thought he was ready to see him and even talk to him, to be civil for both of their brothers, having him right in front of him, he feels the pain all over again.
Suddenly, he can’t breathe.
He tries to slide by his side without him noticing but at the same moment, Kim lifts up his eyes and they meet for the first time in three years and seven weeks. Even if Chay tries to deny it, he has that day engraved on his mind.
‘At least he looks surprised’Porchay thinks to himself when he sees Kim licking his lips, tilting his head to the side, convincing himself that the person in front of him is actually Porchay Kittisawasd. Chay looks at his shoes, scratching the back of his neck letting a sigh out before looking at him once again, preparing himself to say something like‘hello’or‘it’s been a while’.
But when he finally has worked up the courage, a beautiful girl comes in. Golden brown skin, like the sun itself, came down to place gentle kisses all over here, her straight black hair almost reaching her waist, and even when Chay couldn’t see her eyes because of the shades she was wearing, he best they were as beautiful as the rest of her.
She calls Kim‘babe’and grabs his arm with familiarity.
Chay nods. Of course, he has someone, it’s been three years already, and he’s not a stupid kid like him.
And the thing is since Porsche told him they were getting married in The States, Porchay has been preparing himself, he’s been talking at his reflection in the mirror, he’s been studying articles and reading books about how to appear unaffected by the person who hurts you the most.
And he was ready but he had one scene in his mind: the beach house at dinner tomorrow night, with his brother by his side and Macau behind him. He would have his support system and a fake smile on his face, everything was supposed to go smoothly, but right now? He’s defenseless. He’s tired and anxious so the only thing he can do is escape.
So he does, he apologizes under his breath avoiding both of the pair of eyes of the people in front of him, takes his suitcase and exists the place, ignoring the barista calling him with his order, he just walks out of the street like he has an idea where he’s going.
He feels dumb, so fucking stupid. He’s acting like the eighteen-year-old teenage boy that Kimhan met for the first time at the music festival back home and not the man he’s been trying too hard to become not only for his brother but for Porchay himself.
They’ve been apart longer than they’ve been together. And what hurts, even more, is that the memories of the two years that they were together that Chay has had secured and kept safe, hiding in the most recondite corner of his heart may mean nothing but a few silly and tender pieces of the life in Bangkok that Kimhan left behind.
And nothing makes sense, not the life Porchay has been living, studying business even though he hates it, not the bunch of failed dates he forced himself to go to or the club nights Macau dragged him with. The only thing that makes sense right now is that he doesn’t know where he’s standing so he pulls out his phone from his pocket and calls Porsche.
“Finally!” he hears his brother on the end of the line, “it’s been hours, Chay! Did you arrive well?”
Porchay smiles. His hia’s voice always manages to calm him down.
“Yes, hia,” he says, catching his breath, “it’s been a couple of hours now…”
Chay manages to find a bench and sits there. He looks around, trying to find the street's name or something to help him locate himself but his mind is nowhere and everywhere at the same time. He’s here but he’s also still back at that coffee shop locking eyes with Kim, getting his breath taken by him like he has since he first met him.
He was also stuck in that lobby, three years ago.
“Where are you?” Porsche asks, slightly alarmed. “Do you want me to pick you up?”
He puts the call on speaker and lets a sigh out. Porchay forces his brain to think and searches for the nearest mall.
“I’m fine, hia!” Porchay laughs, to calm both his brother and himself. “Do you remember that restaurant you brought me last time in Burbank?” he asks, starting to walk at the mall when he finds one close enough to get there by foot.
“Yes, are you there?”
“No, I’m at the mall near the restaurant.” He says, finally seeing the mall in the distance.
“Ok, I’m coming to you, wait for me!” Porchay can hear his brother grabbing keys and running out of the house.
“Mmhm,” Chay mumbles. “Call me when you get here.”
He’s ready to end the call when he hears his brother's voice calling for him one more time.
“Chay?” Porsche says and Chay stops his steps.
“Yes, hia?” he asks and for a second, he worries.
Does he know? Did Kim text him or call him when he got out of the coffee shop? Does he know Porchay is lying, that he is constantly lying to keep him from worrying? Has he finally figured it all out? This charade that he created for himself and his family to keep the peace?
Because that’s what was needed back then. When Kim left and Chay got his heart broken, their family took sides, Kinn was the only one to guard Kim, help him move, connected him to people, and supported him even when Kim refused, he sheltered him from the drama and the criticism within the family and kept everything inside and far away from the public.
That took a toll on his relationship with Porsche. Because in Chay’s case, he made himself understand Kim or the closest he could get to it, but his older brother, that was another story. Porsche was furious and Kinn spend a lot of his time and effort to keep him from flying across the world only to kick Kimhan’s ass.
Porchay was grateful to Kinn, for taking care of both his brother and Kim, for making sure they were okay and they were loved and even when he avoided his eyes or looked down every time he was near back when he was working on picking up the pieces of who he used to be, he knew Kinn felt sorry for him, he knew he loved him in his own way and that was enough for him. That was exactly what he needed at that time.
“I’ve missed you, kid.” Porsche finally says and Chay can hear the smile in his voice and lets out a relieved sigh.
“It’s only been two months since the last time we saw each other, hia,” he says fondly.
“Two months it’s too long!” Porsche laughs and Porchay does as well.
“I’ve missed you too, hia.” He says, entering the mall with a phantom smile.
But the smile fades away as quickly as it came because he suddenly realized that he’s been missing Kim too. All this time, he’s only been missing him.
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not to expose myself and my cringefail music taste, but i was listening to Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the people and i can't stop thinking that's Kim-Possible-Kimlock-Holmes-Kimhan Theerapanyakul's song. "he'll look around the room, but won't tell you his plan. he's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid", that's the Kim-man himself. "he found a six-shooter gun in his dad's closet, with a box of fun things i don't even know what, but he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you." throwback to when Kim went snooping around his father's room, but also to the raging violent tendencies, cold disposition and one-track-mind his father passed down to Kim, in particular, among his sons.
#or maybe i have to stop relating everything in my life to kp#kim theerapanyakul#kinnporsche the series#jeff satur#text post#kimhan theerapanyakul#korn theerapanyakul#the theerapanyakul brothers are just trauma with nice hair and good fashion taste#kinnporsche#thai drama#my post#music tag#more or less
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Y’all better appreciate how much fucking time I put into this stupid video because I cried laughing on my final watch-through. I think Rufus would be proud.
#kuhn spikes as rufus#kimhan theerapanyakul#kim possible#kimhan possible#porchay kittisawat#kimchay#kimchay edit#kinnporsche#kinnporsche the series#kinnporsche meme#kinnporsche edit#kimchay meme#incorrect kimchay quotes#video#THIS TOOK SO MCFUCKING LONG#BUT IT WAS SO WORTH IT#jeff satur#barcode tinnasit#jeff satur edits#kim theerapanyakul
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oh no, the latest astrophile episode was a mess lmao they really threw consent out the window with this one
Yeah i heard about Kimhan kissing her while she was drugged and unconscious right after saving her from a possible r*pe situation. I could tell from the second trailer the guy was a walking red flag and they were gonna try to romanticise creeper behaviour. It's such a shame too bc they literally have one of the most incredible casts and they're wasting all this talent on a boring ass plot with a Nice Guy male lead who no one (literally not even bright stans i know) likes.
Imagine how good this show could be if it was about Kimhan being a secret villain instead of shitty romance? Or if the OffJen storyline had gotten more screentime and better development? I would love this show if it was just about Nubdao finding her sense of self worth, fixing her relationship with Sai and getting out of the toxic workplace Minjun has created. I'd live this show if she'd reject Kimhan's toxicity disguised as "love" and kicked him out of her life, exposed him as a creep to himself perhaps. Now that would be a good story. But it's not gonna happen, I won't pretend to have any hope in a gmm show.
I think what hurts and confuses me the most is that the writer has written some amazing shows like 46 Days and Wake Up Chanee so I had expectations for a good storyline that did revolve around and try to glorify a shitty dude who inserts himself into a woman's life under false pretenses and manipulates her into building a relationship with him. Literally what is this fucking show. Severely disappointing.
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After watching WDYS MV for the hundredth time and especially the KimChay part I have come to the conclusion that there is one upside to this long wait for a possible season two of KP and that is knowing that Kimhan Theerapanyakul is right there with us in his misery, waiting for his second chance with Chay.
His suffering helps me with my suffering.
I don’t know about you, but that kind of makes me feel a bit better.
#kimhan theerapanyakul#kimchay#chay kittisawasd#i think way too much about them#kim must suffer#i hope it is not too long a way though#the pain on his face#kimporchay#porchay kittisawasd#kim theerapanyakul#kinnporsche la forte#kinnporche the series
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@porchays , [ COMFORT ] sender discovers receiver brooding and quietly approaches to carefully hug them from behind.
it’s something he’s good at — kimhan theerapanyakul had thought he was in the comfort of his own presence, completely desensitized to the ideology of 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 possibly discovering him. though, it was not difficult to spot him, having been in the window & in direct eye - sight. inherently lost in his own thoughts, the 𝗹𝗮𝗯𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 opening new obstacles and DEAD - ENDS. there was no escape, or so he thought.
it was a sudden touch, one he did not in the slightest expect, & yet somehow the instant he felt it, he felt at home. because somehow, he knew that touch anywhere. it was delicate, a comforting energy that washed over him & envelopes his entire being. PORCHAY … he was suddenly out of his trance, like the snap of his finger, and all attention was on him. ❝ porchay. what are you doing here ? ❞ and he meant it in a way of, i missed you.
#𝒊𝒊. 𓂃𓆩⋅ kimhan theerapanyakul ⋅𓆪𓂃 ， 𝐚𝐧𝐬.#porchays#i did not share this prompt so i’m not accepting from this specific list but i’m always accepting from any on my blog!#kenny took this from his blog and sent it to me so LMAOO#n e way <3#also my icon template was made by muns0n#took off the url option only bc i’m going thru a crisis again and i wanna change my url ❤️#cuz i’m never satisfied#but whatever ……… dies#have kimchay
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