#kimcest shenanigans

[shubaka]

I'M YELLING. I woke up and my brain immediately chose violence. It suddenly went "what if we write Filmania!Kim x BoC!Kim x Chay?" KhimhantKimChay, I guess. It's too early for this, brain. Why are you doing this to me???

Khimhant sees him waiting off to the side when the concert ends. He recognizes the face. Doe-like brown eyes framed by soft, slightly curled bangs. The face is slimmer than the last time he saw it, though. Khimhant gives the boy's body a once over. He's taller now, too.

Something itches under his skin, and before he knows it, he's crossing the room and sidling next to the boy.

"Phoenix's brother?" 

"Ah," the surprised yelp makes Khimhant’s blood thrum. "I'm sorry, what?" 

Khimhant’s grin widens, teeth on display. "You're Phoenix's brother," he repeats. "I remember seeing you sneak in to watch some of his fights a few years ago."

The sudden flush of red that creeps across the boy's cheeks is captivating. 

"Yeah," he laughs sheepishly. "I didn't expect anyone, let alone you, to know anything about that – or me."

Khimhant steps a little closer. "I have a good memory. I didn't know you were a Wik fan, though. I haven't seen you at any of his previous concerts. What's your name? Are you a new fan?"

Khimhant watches the red flush deepen. Interesting. 

"No! I – I've loved Wik since his early days! I just haven't been able to get tickets before! This is my first time. Um, My name is Porchay. " Arms flail about awkwardly, and Khimhant feels a little charmed despite himself. He knows Kim would be eating this up if he was here. "But you, uh, you can call me Chay."

"Well, I don't normally share, but," he steps forward again and feels the heat radiating off of the other's chest, and he tilts his head back, slowly, "would you like to come backstage and meet Wik?"

The sharp inhale and dilated pupils are enough of an answer for Khimhant. 

He reaches for Chay and wraps his fingers around a surprisingly strong wrist. He tugs Chay along with him in the direction of Kim's dressing room and says, casually, "This is my first time."

"What?"

Khimhant tosses a wide grin over his shoulder at Chay's confused stare. "Sharing my brother."

Chay stumbles and squeaks, and Khimhant suddenly feels the familiar weight of Kim's stare from across the room.

Oh, Khimhant has a good feeling about tonight.

[shubaka]

Trick or treat!!!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃

i debated whether or not i should wait until halloween, but what is time, anyway? here's a tidbit from that filmania kim x boc kim x chay thing i'm working on 🤡

Chay shivers ever so slightly at the loss of warmth. He shifts, knocking one of his knees against the other’s. Chay swallows and licks his lips. “Phi, I know you’re Wik’s brother, but what’s your name?”

“He still hasn’t let it slip, hmm?” He leans forward and brushes his nose along Chay’s cheek and whispers softly into Chay’s ear. “Khimhant. But I want you to keep calling me Phi.”

At that moment the door opens and Chay throws himself backwards in surprise. 

“Hello,” Wik closes the door behind him and offers a strained smile. “Who are you?” 

Chay watches silently as Khimhant stands up and walks towards Wik. Once they’re within an arm’s reach, Khimhant attempts to tuck a stray bang behind Wik’s left ear. 

“Relax, Kim.” His fingers trace down Wik’s neck and collarbone as he steps around and behind him. Khimhant hooks his chin over Wik’s shoulder, hugging him from behind. “I brought us a new friend.” 

Chay’s eyes are drawn to Khimhant’s hands, resting possessively on Wik’s waist. 

“Hmm,” Wik hums and relaxes back against Khimhaint’s body. “And what’s our new friend’s name?” 

It takes Chay a moment to register the question, his brain caught up in the image of Wik and his twin brother standing so intimately before him. Khimhant lifts his head from Wik's shoulder and presses his cheek against Wik's. "Go on," he tells Chay, "Introduce yourself, Nong Phoenix."

"Ah, that's – I'm just Chay. Porchay. Phoenix is my brother's, uh, stage name. I – I don't fight."

"That's too bad. I bet you have some fire in you." Chay feels drawn to the heat of Khimhant's stare. He has photos of Wik with that same stare saved on his phone, but seeing it here, now, in the flesh? The intensity of it burns in the pit of Chay’s gut, simmering with promise.