#situ

Dong Sicheng as Situ Weilian

[Read the fic here first.]

In the depths of Kinn’s mansion, there was a room that Porsche had never stepped foot into. The door to the room remained locked each time Porsche tried to open it, and no one in the staff seemed to know what it held. Kinn disappeared behind the door once in a while, but he refused to bring it up to Porsche and frankly, Porsche was too afraid to question him.

The locked door tormented Porsche day and night.

He imagined all sorts of things that Kinn could be hiding from Porsche behind that closed door - a torture dungeon, a gun room, a place to dissolve bodies - but he knew that the truth had to be worse than his imagination.

He stared at the closed door again, seized by the impulse to kick it down.

“Porsche?” Kinn’s voice said out of nowhere, and Porsche jumped, caught. “Why are you standing there?”

“Oh, I just…” Porsche swallowed, fidgeting nervously as Kinn walked to him. “Um. This room. I was wondering what you used it for.”

The tips of Kinn’s ears turned red, but his face remained otherwise blank. “Ah, just some storage.”

Porsche scuffed the tip of his shoe against the floor. “Can I see?”

“Uh,” Kinn froze, eyes wide. “I-It’s personal?” he said hesitantly.

Oh no, Porsche thought urgently. It’s worse than a body. It’s Tawan’s memories.

“Open the door or I’m kicking it down.”

Kinn swallowed nervously but stepped to the digital lock obediently. The code was 2222 and Porsche made sure to commit it to memory. The door creaked ominously as it opened, the room dark within. There were no strange odours inside, no chemical smell to indicate that bodies were being dissolved in there, which could only mean that the room stored photos of Tawan’s horrid face.

Maybe even his clothes, Porsche thought, sick to his stomach.

Kinn stepped in first, the back of his neck completely flushed, and turned on the lights. Porsche stared at the large posters covering the walls, the altar at the centre of the room, the shelves filled with photobooks and albums, and then turned back to Kinn, aghast.

“Why would you try to hide this from me?” he asked, pointing at the plethora of fan memorabilia scattered around the room. “Are you ashamed of being into K-pop?”

Kinn winced. “Dad said it was gay.”

Painted up a Situ in his revamped design. I don't draw him enough because woodgrain and twisting gnarled wood is such a chore to render, but I am so so happy with how this one turned out ;w;