Kimchay Novel

C chord

Intro : Chord C
"Don't love me... I'm not the kind of person you think I am.
"
The words, harsh and stripped of tenderness, slipped from those beautifully shaped lips,
from which a thin cloud of cigarette smoke rose now and then. His face, cold and
expressionless, still carried an irresistible charm — the kind that fascinates no matter how
many times you look at it.
The one listening knew perfectly well that this person wanted him out of his life... And yet, a
strange energy emanating from him erased any trace of discouragement.
"You're too much, huh... you can read people's minds now.
"
Silence settled between them, heavy, suffocating.
But as often, one of the two always managed to lighten the atmosphere, even in the tensest
moments.
!!!
"Do you remember the day we met? The song you were singing?... The day I fell in love with
you at first sight.
"
The younger one offered him one of his earbuds, gently placing it in his ear, a wide smile on
his face, eyes sparkling. He didn't seem affected at all by the hurtful words he'd just heard.
"I look at the moon when its light erases the light of the stars. I'm afraid... because I'm
nothing but a rock terrified of no longer receiving the glow of the heavens. And a rock like me
will never be beautiful.
"
— The Sleepwalking Rock / Soul After Six
"That's enough now.
"
All the effort he put into the music — hoping to soothe the other through rhythm and melody
— was rejected again and again.
None of those times had ever shaken the love he felt, but he had to admit that with every
rejection, the younger boy's heart skipped a beat.
Each time, the AirPod ended up on the floor, ripped away with a sharp gesture.
But his love, solid as stone, wavered only for an instant.
It was never enough to weaken his determination, nor to erode the constancy of his
feelings.
It stung a little, it irritated, but it only lasted a brief moment.
"You think with behavior like that, I'm going to cry, scream, and run away like in a sad music
video? Even if you reject me a thousand times, you won't get rid of me that easily. You hear
me, phi Kim?
You're mine, and you can't run anymore.
"
⸻
"Chay...
"
The voice, weary, slipped from the taller boy's lips.
Porchay, without a word, pulled out his iPod, put on a song, then gently set it beside the
person he couldn't help but love madly.
"Don't be sad all alone...
"
That was all he said, calmly.
But it was also the title of the song he was trying to make Kim listen to.
Then he grabbed his backpack, threw it over his shoulder, and turned to leave.
(Porchay leave to see his friends )
"Damn it, you said you wouldn't run off like a crying kid!"
"I'M WALKING, asshole!!!"
⸻
The first day.
"Where the hell is he? He vanished in two seconds!"
"There! Over there!"
"Follow him, quick!!!"
Hurried footsteps echoed in every direction.
A serious-looking man in black was running across the campus.
Not far away, behind an old abandoned building, someone stood hidden behind a post near
a trash bin, holding his breath.
He prayed those guys would leave, that they wouldn't notice him, that they'd disappear from
his field of vision.
He waited, unmoving, until the loud voices and footsteps finally faded away.
He sighed, relieved to have escaped a dangerous situation once again.
"Shh...
"
He leaned forward slightly to check his surroundings, looking left, right, then behind him.
Once he was sure the coast was clear, he prepared to get away from that place as fast as
possible...
But then—
⸻
"He's so cute, seriously.
"
"Hey!"
Distracted, he didn't see the group of high-schoolers approaching.
Too focused on staying unnoticed, he bumped straight into them as they walked along
chatting cheerfully.
Bam. Collision.
Completely unexpected.
"Ow, shit!"
"Chay, you okay?!"
The youngest one, who had taken the full impact, groaned before looking up at him.
His eyes widened in shock, frozen, mouth slightly open. Then he exclaimed excitedly:
"It's the singer!!!"
"Huh?"
The other frowned, utterly confused. Everything had happened so fast he could barely keep
up.
"The guy who was singing earlier in the school courtyard — that was you, right?"
The young boy's sparkling eyes left no room for escape.
Feeling awkward, the older one scratched his jaw and ended up nodding, forced to admit it.
"Ah... yeah.
"
Without warning, the high schooler snatched a red soda cup from one of his friends and held
it out to Porchay with enthusiasm.
"What the...?"
Everything about his gestures, the way he spoke, his expressions... felt strange.
Both adorable and a little unsettling.
Hard to tell if he was just extremely friendly or completely weird.
"You're running away from someone, right?"
With his mischievous look, his eyes darting left and right, his face glowing with playful
energy,
he managed to make the guy he'd bumped into smile despite himself...
⸻
The whole scene was happening right in front of him, and without realizing it, he let a faint
smile slip.
"A fan? You look exhausted, drink a little.
"
The younger boy insisted gently, still holding out his cup with enthusiasm to the older one.
"Porchey, I already drank that—
"
But before his friend could finish his sentence, Porchay stomped on his foot sharply, making
him shut up so he wouldn't raise suspicion.
"
...Mph!"
The older boy hesitated for a moment, not quite understanding what was going on.
But he eventually accepted the high schooler's gesture of kindness. It was hot, he was
sweating, and he had just narrowly escaped a threatening group... He really needed this.
"Thanks...
"
He downed the entire cup in one go and tossed it into the nearby trash can.
But as soon as he finished, he heard those familiar footsteps again — the group he was
running from.
He had to leave. Fast.
"Heeeey! What's your name? I'm Porchay, P' the singer!!!"
Even calling loudly after him didn't make him turn around.
He had only one thing in mind: flee — and get as far away as possible.
"Porchey... calm down, man.
"
"You think he likes me?"
Porchay was still staring at the boy's back as he disappeared into the distance, eyes full of
hope.
"What?"
His three friends turned to him with stunned expressions.
"He likes me, right?" he asked with a big, delighted smile.
"You want the realistic answer or the sedated version?"
"Realistic... but with a tiny bit of sedative.
"
"No.
"
"Asshole!!!"
He smacked his friend on the head, frustrated, then rubbed his own in silence, eyes drifting
off in thought.
He kept replaying the older guy's strange behavior from moments earlier — rushed,
nervous, looking left and right every three steps.
⸻
"Ow!"
Porchay had just whacked his friend on the head, annoyed, before rubbing his own softly
with a pout.
He then looked again in the direction the older boy had gone, deep in thought, replaying
those odd gestures — walking three steps, looking left, stepping back, then glancing behind
him.
The whole group of high schoolers exchanged confused looks.
"Seriously... he wasn't weird?"
"That's exactly it... mysterious, complicated — totally my type.
"
Porchay hadn't taken his eyes off the empty spot where he'd vanished, completely
mesmerized.
"Porchey, dude... you're gonna faint at this rate.
"
One of his friends sighed, worried. He knew his little brother well: when he fell for someone,
it was never halfway.
"Oh Ohm... hey, how many days is the penthouse thing again?"
But clearly, his friends' words weren't even entering Porchay's brain at that moment.
"Dude, seriously... are you sure about what you're doing?"
"I swear, he fell in love with me.
"
Porchay turned toward them with a dreamy expression, completely lost in his illusions.
All his friends let out a collective sigh, exhausted.
"Well, that's it — he found a new toy... Call emergency services, we're gonna need a doctor
ASAP!"