#khimhant

wik is in his dressing room, frantically searching for his favorite knife.

porchay, who is there as a guest of honor, is slightly confused as to why kim needs a blade right before going on stage.

kim’s feeling on edge.

he never loses his favorite blade, and he’s lowkey blaming it on porchay’s presence; having him there, in a space as private as his dressing room, is completely throwing him off.

the search goes on for a few more minutes and chay finally gives up on logic and starts helping him look. the clock is ticking way too fast... less than 20 minutes until wik has to be on stage.

after turning the place upside down, chay realizes that searching for the knife is getting them nowhere. he simply decides to stop and ask Kim what all this chaos is actually about.

at first, kim can’t find the words; he’s feeling too agitated and overheated.

the leather straps of his top are starting to suffocate him, as is the belt holding his microphone pack.

chay sees it happening: that scary spiral where kimhan takes over, burying kim and wik under an impenetrable wall and those ice-cold eyes.

he knows he has to act now. and he does the only thing that could possibly stop the looming disaster:

he kisses kim.

it’s not a sweet kiss like all the others he’s used to giving. this one is firm, demanding, and all-consuming—and kim has to pull all the scattered pieces of himself together just to respond to the gesture properly.

the chaos in his head finally starts to settle. the murky waters clear up, returning to that perfect, crystal-clear calm that only chay knows how to bring out in him.

“now that you're calm... can you please tell me why you need that knife so much?” chay whispers, praying he didn't ruin the moment by asking this.

“i need it,” Kim says, looking lowkey embarrassed. “without it, I can’t... I can’t do my eyeliner properly.”

chay literally has to hold back a laugh, because of course, OF COURSE, kimhan uses a literal blade for something as simple as eyeliner.

“i can do it for you,” he offers.

kim thinks about it for a second, but the ticking of the clock is enough to make him agree.

“alright, kitty,” he says, closing his eyes and sitting down in the chair in front of the mirror.

chay puts his all into it, and the result is exactly what’s expected for wik’s look.

“good,” he whispers.

kim smiles; maybe he can retire the knives, for now. there’s something even sharper than that by his side now.

“good,” he whispers back.

Porchay made a decision: cut ties with his brother, with the mafia, with everyone who ever hurt him. On the day he confronts Porsche and announces he's selling the house they grew up in, he also buries any hope for a love that never truly existed — Khimhant Theerapanyakun, the man who awakened his heart only to destroy it.

But the universe seems to have other plans. That same night, his soulmate mark appears on his skin: coordinates, date, time. A meeting set at the highest point in Bangkok. And even carrying the scars of the past, Chay allows himself to believe again.

First year. His soulmate doesn't show. Chay almost feels relief — he has a life to rebuild, college to start, a house to sell. He moves forward.

Second year. His soulmate doesn't show. But Chay is stable now: working, studying, finally getting his driver's license. He buys a car. Hope still exists.

Third year. His soulmate doesn't show. And for the first time, Chay wonders if he's the problem. If his soulmate saw him and simply decided to walk away. If even destined love isn't capable of accepting him as he is.

When the clock marks the end of the third empty wait, Chay crumbles. Drinking, sleepless nights, a downward spiral with no end in sight. Until he finds in illegal street racing an escape from all the anguish — speed, risk, the only thing that still makes him feel something.

What Porchay doesn't know is that his soulmate was there every year. Watching from afar. Choosing silence.

Kim never wanted to know who his soulmate was. For him, there is only Porchay: the golden-eyed boy he protects from the shadows, paying for every lie he told, carrying the guilt for the kidnapping he couldn't prevent, for the sadness that now consumes Chay's face. Kim would rather give up his own happiness than trap Porchay in a destiny written with blood and lies.

But when Chay starts risking his life in underground races, Kim can no longer just watch. Even if revealing the truth means destroying what little still remains between them.

In a dangerous game between destiny and choice, Porchay and Kim must decide: how far does love go when the person you're searching for is precisely the one you're running from?

A new chapter is now available!