Explicit? Nope. It's not at all. But the connection between Kim and Chay is amazing. Even if you usually read the explicit stuff this one is worth your time.
Why should you read this fic?
Kim is Wik, our favorite pop star by day but going on missions for his dad by night. He meets Chay (in a dark alley no less) and Chay recognizes his idol. Kim it turns out has already been stalking Chay a bit online and poof, sparks fly.
Chay is drawn into the world of his idol and the Mafia as the events of the show happen. Kim finds someone who can see him clearly and still adore him.
The chapters flow easily from one to the other. The author clearly is delighted to be writing and their enjoyment comes thru.
Final thoughts:
For me, this is a top tier fic of the KP fandom. It's one of my go-tos when I need some comfort and solace and it never lets me down. If you haven't read much KimChay or limit yourself to KinnPorsche or other explicit material you are missing out to skip this one. It's very well written and is deliciously long so you get to immerse yourself fully into the world.
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Helloooo!! (hope you don’t mind) Rather than doing a digital thing to commemorate mnp, I made a painted poster :D
I was also watching a show the other day, and it occurred to me that honestly? I look at a lot of stuff, I love a lot of stuff, but holy shit Sophie is my favorite female character. Maybe character in general. My standards are also extremely high tho, so like e.e pop culture better step up or she’s stayin on top.
(This is how me and my friend’s conversation went:)
Me: I don’t like her. She’s okay… but… she doesn’t do enough stupid stuff. She needs to do more stupid stuff. Look! The protagonist dude is awesome and idiot and we love him! He has that magnetism I want! How???
Friend: Stupid stuff? How is that- wait, she does do stupid stuff! She screamed that one time. And she was hesitant, and she fell asleep when she didn’t want to. But why have her do stupid stuff? Why not call it being human?
Me: Because I have higher standards- unconsciousness barely qualifies as being human, much less as doing something stupid. She’s too perfect.
Friend: But that’s her character. That’s how she’s written- she’s trying to be perfect because that’s what let her survive.
Me: But that’s the problem! She’s not “trying”, she IS perfect! That’s just bad writing! It would be so much more impactful if she lived the life she did, and needed to be perfect to survive, but she wasn’t! She’d be trying and trying, yet failing sometimes- and yet… like- for example, Sophie! Yo that’s it! Sophie tries and tries- that’s her whole thing! She’s just a human among demi-humans and heroes, and she tries to match their level! It’s not her success that makes her the best, it’s her spark that makes her keep trying……… !!!!
For real though, thank you for delivering unto us this fine art. I’ve loved traversing the worlds you weave.
I need you to know that Idolistic is one of my all-time comfort fics in the KP fandom. When life is hard or stressful or just too much. When I need to escape and not think too much. When I just need a safe place. Idolistic is all of that for me. I adore this fic and it is perfection. Thank you so much for writing it and giving it to all of us to enjoy. ♥️♥️♥️
oh wow this is insanely sweet to hear. I'm so so happy that my fic was able to give you that escape!! I wrote idolistic when I was going through some tough emotional things last year and idk, it was an escape for me then so I'm so glad to hear that it continues to do that for others <3
also sorry I took so long to respond! I kept re-reading this message and going bug eyed (in a good way) it's a very sweet message thank you so much!
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For 18 - who gave me the most trouble to write? hahahah oh my god. Vegas, hands down.
So he himself was like, fun and easy to write. It's just every now and then I'd write him and I'd ended up spontaneously writing him saying or doing something, that would back me into a corner, story or plot wise. literally he's so troublesome!! I was writing myself out of Vegas holes just because he had to be the cattiest cousin there ever was lol.
I answered 29 here, but I have another scene I liked haha. I've popped in under a cut cause it's long lol
So, in chapter 6, I wrote a scene inspired by that jeff picture that made me so so sooooo deranged. The reason I'm so fond of this scene is that I feel I was able to capture in text, what that picture inspired. like, idk its just a throwaway moment in life, a snippet of behind the scenes on a set but like. my brain lit up lol
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“We forgot the earrings, one second.”
Kim tenses slightly. He doesn’t like it when people get too close, he’s used to his team, and he’ll give allowances for the fashion stylists. But jewelry, it feels more vulnerable.
He hunches his shoulders a little, the space between shoulder, neck and ear already feeling like a live wire, exposed. Ploy had applied a quick layer of cover on his fading bruises earlier, but the thought of strangers near his throat, his neck, it's uncomfortable right now.
Kim wipes the scowl off his face. He's Wik, Wik is used to this. He can survive it, it’s fine. He just won’t like it.
The stylist and her assistant approach, earrings in hand. Kim tilts his head, eyes half closed and shadowed as each of them reach for an ear, crowding him in. It’s fine. He can feel tension licking up his spine, his hands slightly twitching. Kim flicks his eyes across the room and Chay is there, watching him.
He can’t make out Chay’s expression from this distance, but it’s fixed on him. Kim stares back.
He likes it, this intensity, Chay’s focus, when it’s on him.
After that, the rest of the shoot feels like a whirlwind. Wik is a subterfuge, a performance, all the good and desirable parts of himself, presented to the public. He always has an audience when he's Wik, on set, or up on stage, but the energy feels sharper as Chay and his watchful eyes stay with him.
The photographer is happy, the brand liaison is happy. Kim catches a glimpse of some of the shots on the monitor. They’re good, the intensity ramped up.
The staff approach him again, and Kim feels himself tensing. He’s not up for strangers in his space again, so soon.
He’s about to walk off set, straight to his team – and probably make a scene, when a familiar voice pipes up, near him. It’s Chay, who has somehow got across the room in record time. He’s smiling amiably. “I’m so sorry P’” he makes a respectful wai to the stylist. “P’Wik had a headache earlier, so do you mind if I–”
He doesn’t clarify what he means, instead just gestures the staff away. It’s polite but firm. Kim can see P’Bank and Ploy approaching behind Chay, as if to back him up.
There’s something about his earnestness that smoothes any ruffled feathers. It makes a pocket of space around Kim, clearing out the staff. Chay steps forward, eyes on his. They're of the same height.
Chay’s face leans close to his, shielding out the rest of the room. He reaches up, telegraphing his movements, and Kim sucks in a breath, a feeling almost like relief bubbling up in him.
“Here P’Kim– let me?”
Kim nods, swallowing. Chay reaches up and slowly takes one earring out, his hands gently grazing across his ear. It’s a delicate whisper of a touch, but it’s ruinous all the same.
Kim ducks his head further, allowing Chay to press against his jaw, move his face in the other direction, getting access to his other ear, Chay’s just as gentle, fingers sure, brushing against the corner of his jaw, his lobe.
Kim’s head feels fogged up. He watches Chay from under his lashes.
It’s quick, barely a few seconds. Chay is handing the jewelry to the staff, offering apologies and thanks. P’Bank and Ploy are giving each other looks, eyebrows raised.
Kim ignores them. He’s feeling a bit too exposed, his ears tingling. He crosses the room, out to the far corner. P’Mod is there, typing something rapidly into her phone. She looks up at him.
“I don’t consent.”
Kim scowls, staring at her. What?
P’Mod points at Chay across the room, then back at him. “Whatever that was? I don't consent. Keep it off work hours. The whole set doesn’t need to be dragged into your domestication routine.”
Kim stares at her in confusion. His what now?
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In that scene I got to fit in a bunch of things I like, Kim's vulnerability, and Chay's observation skills on being able to pick up on that. Having their very obvious PDA/connection being on show to the rest of the set. Then Chay's (protective) manipulation of the situation, leading to more intimacy. And then wrapping it up with my own sense of humour with P'Mod just verbally destroying Kim at the end lol
all of you. no for real I mean, that people liked what I wrote, said such beautiful things, wrote me stunning and much beloved comments. and like, sent me memes, told me when jeff got cats (😭) shared idolistic kim headcanons, and encouraged and welcomed me into the kimchay/kp fandom.
like, i've never really written fic before! maybe a few drabble type things when I was young, so having such a wonderful reaction from everyone was nuts to me!!
the second thing that surprised me, was that I just poured that many words out of me, in that little time. like okay what ??? I remember the first half of this year like an insane fever dream where I was writing crazily (and then flying to jeff crazily) like wtf. what a time
idolistic kim and canon kim swapping bodies. idolistic kim waking up in canon timeline like what the fuck??? I don't have a boyfriend and my dad is still alive???
