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For Porchay, it had started as a headache, for Kim, however, it started as a full-blown fever. Porchay had woken up in the middle of the night with a shivering Kim. He had made Kim take the medicine too and berated him for kissing him when he was sick.
"Kim, you know that kissing people when they are sick makes you sick too. Why would you do that?" Kim had sulked at his scolding tone, "But, baby, I wanted to kiss you."
"Kim, that's not a valid excuse for getting sick. Now, we're both sick."
Kim brightened up. "That means, we both get to take care of each other, don't you think so?" Porchay giggles, "Maybe." The two had decided that they wouldn't tell anyone in case it's covid, because it might infect others too. The two stayed home to rest.
When both of them didn't get better even after 4 days, the two decided to take a PCR test. They explained to Kinn and Porsche and Kinn had a guard leave the test machine on their doorsteps. Porchay was a little better at the time so he went to fetch it after the guard left.
As expected the results came positive, and the two had to stay in quarantine. Not like they minded. Porchay made sure that Kim drank enough warm liquids to make sure his vocal chord didn't get affected as he had a new single coming up. Kim is grateful for that.
They made dinner, lunch, and breakfast together, their brothers making sure they had enough ingredients to survive the quarantine. They made sure to give each other medicines on time. On a particularly boring day, they would clean the apartment together.
Nothing strenuous, just dusting the bookshelf and wiping the kitchen counter. The two played games as they did during the lockdown so they weren't all that bored. They talked with their brothers every day, to tell them about their conditions.
It wasn't that bad, because they were in this together. The only downfall, however, was...
"Why can't I kiss you?! We're both sick. It doesn't make any difference!"
Porchay sighs. "Kim, we both have covid. You need to get better."
"Yeah well, so do you but, Chay, baby, I can't go on another day without kissing you." Kim's plea is ignored completely as Chay just smiles and refuses.
"You went on, without kissing me for 5 days. You can go on for a few more."
"But, Chay, we don't know how long we'll be in quarantine," Kim whines. Porchay is torn. It's not that he doesn't want to kiss Kim. God, no. He is pretty sure, he is going to go mad by the end of quarantine. But they need to get healthy faster.
"Kim, it's not that I don't want to kiss you. We just need to get better faster, so that I can kiss you again." Kim deems it worthy enough reason and doesn't push more.
"Okay, But I'm taking two more days off and you aren't leaving the bed after we get better."
They don't get better.
It worsened to the point that their brothers had to keep them in separate rooms. But Kim and Porchay were not having it. They needed each other, so they always found their way back to the other.
When it became clear that these two would always end up in the other room if they stayed in the same vicinity, they had to separate them into two different places. Kim, in the main family compound. Chay, in his childhood home.
Porsche had been considerate and decided to stay with his brother and take care of him. But the little brother in question was NOT having it. "This is ridiculous Hia! We didn't even kiss the entire week!"
Porsche closes his eyes, praying for patience.
"Porchay, It's not about kissing. The two of you have been having physical contact the virus is multiplying."
(A/N: I'm not a medical student and I failed in science so fuck off.)
"But Hia, we only cuddled. And that too, when we were sleeping!"
Porchay wanted to kill someone. This was outrageous at its peak.
"Porchay, we're already here and Kim is already at the main house, locked in his room. So, you're going to stay locked in your room too."
Porchay makes a noise of despair.
Porsche smiles softly at his brother, sulking on his bed, from the doorway. "It's just for a few days."
Porchay pouts and accepts his fate. Kim isn't so obedient though."I said I want to see him." Kinn sighs.
"Kim put that gun down. He is home with Porsche and he is going to be well taken care of, I promise you."
Kim is NOT having it.
"I. Want. To. See. Him."
"Well, you can't. You're only going to make baby Chay sicker. So. Sit. The. Fuck. Down."
Tankhun rarely cursed. He rarely even tried to be serious with his brothers. But Kim pointing a gun at him was not it. He is not going to sit back and watch Kim be the villain of his drama. Nope. Kim wants to scream. He needs Porchay.
"You can still call him, Kim."
Yeah, no. A phone call isn't going to satisfy his itch of wanting the younger beside him at all times.
"I barely part from him for two hours and you want me to stay apart for god knows how long?!" This was getting a little out of hand.
Tankhun had enough. He picks up his phone and calls Chay. "Baby Porchay," Kim snaps his head towards him so fast, he might have as well broken it. "You know that the sooner you get your PCR negative, the sooner you can be with Kim, right?" Tankhun was a piece of shit.
Kim had quieted down after that indirect berating and locked himself in his room. That didn't mean he didn't call his baby.
"Kim, I miss you!" Porchay's whine makes Kim smile. "I miss you too baby."
Porchay starts ranting about how their brothers are so cruel for separating them and Kim is nodding along furiously. "Kim,"
"Yes, angel."
"How am I going to sleep without you?"
This is exactly why they were throwing a tantrum. "I'm thinking about the same thing, angel."
Kim needs Porchay pressed to him, safe and warm for him to sleep peacefully. And Porchay needs Kim to burrow himself in his dome-like arms to keep his nightmares away. They needed each other in every way possible. The next few days were going to be a disaster.
And it was.
It was pure chaos. Porchay and Kim threw tantrums every chance they got pretending like they didn't plan it together. They still hadn't figured out how to sleep without the other beside them, so they talked on video call all night. And it was stressing their brothers.
They somehow pulled through for 2 weeks. They were both terrible and salty. Kim got his PCR tested and was ready to throw a party when it came negative. This is Kim we are talking about here. Porchay however, was still positive.
"Baby, don't cry, please." Kim was losing his mind. Porchay was sad and he couldn't hold him."B-But I miss you..."He hadn't stopped whining and whimpering and Kim was going to shoot someone. "Angel,"
Kim was in physical pain. Seeing his angel baby cry while he was not allowed to go and hold him. Porsche had made it clear that Kim was not allowed anywhere near the neighborhood. So, Kim was still stuck at the family compound.
"Baby, Don't cry when I'm not there to hold you. It makes me homicidal."
Porchay laughs a little and Kim is relieved. He already has his hands thumbing his gun on the table. "How about this, I'll sing you to sleep."
It was late and Porchay had been crying for two hours.
"Okay..." Kim hummed the familiar melody of the song that Porchay loved so much and the younger was smiling already. He looks at Kim through the screen, his eyes sparkling with tears of longing and the sheer comfort of seeing his love. Kim grins.
"Angel, you're supposed to close your eyes and dream of me."
Porchay giggles. Wiping at the tears that slipped free when his eyes crinkled from his smile. "I don't want to dream of you. I want to dream with you."
Love. That's what they were. The personification of love.
"Angel, that's the only way I can be with you right now."
Porchay smiles, "I feel better when I see you."
And who was Kim to stay strong in front of his angel? So he melts.
One more week and Porchay's PCR is taken. This time, it's negative. Porchay all but runs to Kim as soon as he sees him and the sheer joy of having his angel back in his arms, almost makes Kim tear up. "Baby," Kim breathes out.
It's like a missing part of him has finally clicked into place. "I missed you." Porchay inhales the scent. He can finally smell Kim again. Kim lets Porchay nuzzle his neck. "I missed you too, angel." Someone clears their throat but the two pay them no mind.
For them, they are the only ones in this world. They love each other too much. "I want to go home." Porchay's whisper is heard by no one but Kim. "Me too, baby. I already sneaked my stuff in the car."
"Then let's go. I need to kiss you, or I will punch someone."
They both run to the car, which has Kim's stuff and they take off. They enter their apartment and immediately Porchay's lips are on Kim's. Kim smiles into the kiss as he hums and kisses back harder. They had missed this.
They pretty much ignore everything else, and hours later, the two are tangled up under the sheets, warmed by their body heat. The skin contact feels like heaven after spending weeks apart. They only knew each other's lips, bodies, and hands. Nothing else.
They are tangled and woven like threads. "Baby," Porchay hums, too busy pressing little kisses to the marks on Kim's neck. "I don't want to stay away from you."
Porchay leans back, searching Kim's eyes, "Me neither." They lean back in and their lips meet again.
The soft moan from Porchay signifies that this isn't ending any time soon. Kim is back on top of his angel, and their bodies meet again for a delicate dance of love and lust. Kim and Porchay were like drugs and addicts. Both do not exist without the other.
A drug has no meaning if it doesn't have addicts dying for it. An addict doesn't exist if there is no drug to hook it. Porchay was Kim's drug and Kim was Porchay's addiction. They didn't exist without the other.
-The End-
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