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Chapter 7: the "moots to fic fest admins to friends to mafia members back to moots" pipeline.

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KimChay? Who? Me?

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WIKTOBER Fest | Open for Submissions! @WIKTOBERFest
To help with inspiring our fellow WIKIs, WIKTOBERFest will put out a poll every few days. Today’s question is:

What does WIK wear?

  1. Boxers
  2. Briefs
  3. Jockstrap
  4. Other (tweet your guess!)

 

I should have seen that coming, Kim thinks to himself as he rereads the poll carefully. It’s only been published for a few minutes, but there are several tweets responding to the “Other” option that Chay and Ohm so graciously left. 

And, of course, Chay includes Kim. Because thirty seconds later, Chay privately messages him.

 

ChayLatte#0408: Here’s the poll! If you could vote and then retweet it 😸

 

Kim sighs.

 

KimIsHiding#5875: Will do.

 

He has no plans on voting or even retweeting such a poll because, apparently, the proverbial line he draws is infiltrating a WIK discord server and fan event.

And this is Kim Theerapanyakun. Kim, who stared down the barrel of a rifle before successfully bringing a knife to a gunfight. Kim, who smuggled hundreds of kilos of cocaine into Bangkok and then proceeded to drink champagne off of some stripper’s cum gutter abs before sequestering himself away to write for forty-eight hours. Kim, who simply walked into the police station, took out his own set of keys to the lock up, and successfully walked Big right past the scowling detectives and so called law enforcement that dared to pick up one of his bodyguards.

And Kim, who was only a bit petrified when he stood in front of the dozen or so people who called him WIK. Kim, who hired Kurt after interviewing nosy manager after nosy manager before settling on Kurt’s no-nonsense attitude. Kim, who navigated secret concerts and kept Kinn on his toes.

But out of all the precarious situations Kim Theerapanyakun has found himself in, nothing compares to Chay’s next message.

 

ChayLatte#0408: What do you think he wears? 😸😸😸

KimIsHiding#5875: Um.

KimIsHiding#5875: I’m not sure.

ChayLatte#0408: Cmonnnn if you had to guess 

ChayLatte#0408: What do you think?

 

Kim winces. Nothing about this conversation is fun, especially considering he’s spent today, his day off, completely commando, only dragging a bedsheet clumsily wrapped around his waist to and from room to room. And that’s generous considering if he was a drop lazier, he would simply forgo the sheet altogether.

 

ChayLatte#0408: Let me guess

ChayLatte#0408: You’re a commando truther

 

Oh, if only you knew.

 

KimIsHiding#5875: You caught me. Haha. =)

ChayLatte#0408: It’s okay, literally everyone is tweeting that commando should’ve been the third option

ChayLatte#0408: They don’t see my jockstrap vision 😿

KimIsHiding#5875: I understand.

 

He doesn’t, but what’s one more lie?

 

ChayLatte#0408: Did you vote for other?

 

Kim sighs. He swipes over to Twitter, votes “other,” and then retweets the poll because he’s sure Chay will ask about that too.

 

KimIsHiding#5875: Yes. =)

ChayLatte#0408: Thanks! 

KimIsHiding#5875: You take the fic fest really seriously. 

ChayLatte#0408: haha yeah

ChayLatte#0408: Just another way to spend the time 😽

KimIsHiding#5875: You don’t hang out with your brother or anything?

ChayLatte#0408: I do, but that new job takes up a lot of his time. He basically lives there now

KimIsHiding#5875: I don’t see my brothers often either because of work.

ChayLatte#0408: I didn’t know you had brothers! Are they older!

KimIsHiding#5875: Yes.

ChayLatte#0408: Aren’t older brothers the best?? 😽

KimIsHiding#5875: They’re alright.

KimIsHiding#5875: How about yours?

ChayLatte#0408: Hia is basically all I have lmao

ChayLatte#0408: it’s a long story but he’s really the best and I know he works super hard for me

 

I’m sure he does.

 

KimIsHiding#5875: Where does he work again?

ChayLatte#0408: At a club called Mosaic! I think he’s like a bodyguard or something

 

Kim’s heart hammers in his chest. He knows. He knows he’s about to be so reckless. 

But wouldn’t it be so fucking funny if Kinn’s entire operation went to shit because of some high schooler?

And suddenly, he’s drawing on the very manipulation he thought he reserved for getting ass and making more money than God could ever dream.

 

KimIsHiding#5875: I see… have you ever been there?

ChayLatte#0408: No

KimIsHiding#5875: Oh.

ChayLatte#0408: Why?

KimIsHiding#5875: I was wondering if you had ever been.

ChayLatte#0408: No

ChayLatte#0408: Actually I dont even know where it is 😹

KimIsHiding#5875: Wow. 

ChayLatte#0408: What do you mean wow

KimIsHiding#5875: I don’t want to worry you.

 

Kim grins as he watches the little activity bar near Chay’s name go from typing to not typing to typing to not typing, over and over again. After a minute, Kim knows he has Chay snagged.

 

ChayLatte#0408: I’m not a baby 😹 What’s up

KimIsHiding#5875: I heard Mosaic is a front too. For the Mafia.

ChayLatte#0408: Oh yeah? Your little mafia friends tell you that? 

KimIsHiding#5875: I don’t know. I haven’t even gone there. It’s rough.

KimIsHiding#5875: Your brother must be hardcore. Remind me not to mess with you. Haha!

ChayLatte#0408: He is hardcore 😤 But I don’t think its like that

KimIsHiding#5875: Yes, probably not. It’s really upscale and exclusive. So I don’t think they would let just anyone work there.

KimIsHiding#5875: Your brother must be well connected. =)

ChayLatte#0408: Yeah. I guess.

ChayLatte#0408: Do you know where it is?

KimIsHiding#5875: Yes. Everyone knows where it is. But like I said. I’ve never went inside.

ChayLatte#0408:  even tho you’re mafia?

KimIsHiding#5875: Even though I’m mafia.

 

It’s not a total lie. There was never a reason for Kim to go to Mosaic because he simply does not give a shit about drug trafficking. He’s good at charming his way in and out of the intricacies. But he’s not exactly one to man the operation. He’s always preferred the covert and the bloody. And it’s been several months since he last sauntered into Mosaic to make Kinn feel miserable.

But maybe after Chay goes…

 

ChayLatte#0408: Can you give me the address?

 

So predictable.

 

KimIsHiding#5875: I don’t know. It’s really dangerous from what I heard. And they won’t let you in.

ChayLatte#0408: I can get in

 

Kim raises an eyebrow.

 

KimIsHiding#5875: And how do you plan on that?

ChayLatte#0408: Please. You underestimate my big beautiful brown eyes 😸

 

For a brief moment, Kim imagines Chay, or at least a short, stubby boy with a baby face, marching right up to Mosaic and looking up at Pete or whoever the fuck they have stationed out there, and raising a little fist- 

He’d get blown away.

Okay. I don’t want him to die.

Thankfully, Chay has also thought this far:

 

ChayLatte#0408: If that doesn’t work I’ll mention him by name or something and say its an emergency

KimIsHiding#5875: Okay. Be careful.

ChayLatte#0408: Please

ChayLatte#0408: I’ve dealt with debt collectors and being bullied for being a nerd my whole life

ChayLatte#0408: I got this 😼

 


 

Kim anticipated that it would take, at the very least, a few days for Chay to muster up the courage to walk right into a mafia den that’s masquerading as a shady nightclub.

Kim is proven severely wrong the very next day.

 

ChayLatte#0408: Well

ChayLatte#0408: I went to the club. Mosaic.

 

Kim holds his breath. Here we go-

 

OHMyWIK#1337: and?????

ChayLatte#0408: Really sketchy place

OHMyWIK#1337: ok but its a club

OHMyWIK#1337: all clubs are sketch

ChayLatte#0408: No ohm

ChayLatte#0408: This didn’t have like people sitting and talking. 

ChayLatte#0408: There was some weird music too. And literally everyone was drinking whiskey?

OHMyWIK#1337: thats just toxic masculinity

ChayLatte#0408: Okay but none of the girls were dancing.

OHMyWIK#1337: were any of th boys dancing?

ChayLatte#0408: and I found my brother standing in front of some doorway

ChayLatte#0408: and I guess you were right kim

ChayLatte#0408: it’s not really a dance club

OHMyWIK#1337: so wtf is it???

ChayLatte#0408: I dont know, but it’s definitely mafia

OHMyWIK#1337: r u serious???

ChayLatte#0408: Yeah. That’s what hia said.

OHMyWIK#1337: fuck

OHMyWIK#1337: wtf wtf wtf

OHMyWIK#1337: what r u gonna do??

ChayLatte#0408: Nothing? I tried telling hia not to work there anymore but he said he really likes it?

OHMyWIK#1337: he’s gotta be lyingh

OHMyWIK#1337: he likes standing in front of a door??

ChayLatte#0408: no you idiot he’s probably doing weird shit like moving drugs and beating people up

OHMyWIK#1337: ok but porsche was already beating people up 

ChayLatte#0408: THATS NOT THE POINT

ChayLatte#0408: ugh

ChayLatte#0408: I also think he likes it???

 

Kim, who had opted to just be a spectator in Chay’s Discord breakdown, instantly perks up at his latest message.

Because why on earth would Porsche like being a bodyguard? Most bodyguards are treated like shit. Just the other day, he sent Big to do his dry cleaning. And not a day goes by where Tankhun’s bodyguards aren’t dreading the next several reruns of shitty Korean dramas. Kinn is no better.

Unless.

Kim groans.

Kinn’s fucking his bodyguard. Isn’t he?

Kim puts away this gross realization, mostly because the Discord chat is still going.

 

OHMyWIK#1337: he likes being a body guard for the mafia?

ChayLatte#0408: yeah… at first I thought it was the money but then he started saying stuff like being there long term and that its not that dangerous

OHMyWIK#1337: its the fucking mafia it has to be dangerous

ChayLatte#0408: I don’t know, he said he’ll explain more but he also said that he's not doing anything bad anymore

ChayLatte#0408: like he used to go to people’s houses and stuff but not anymore because his boss prefers to keep him close or something. 

OHMyWIK#1337: hes lying bro

ChayLatte#0408: He didn’t look like he was lying. I can tell when hia’s lying, but he was definitely holding back

OHMyWIK#1337: damn

OHMyWIK#1337: what now?

ChayLatte#0408: there’s one other thing…

ChayLatte#0408: the money’s really good

OHMyWIK#1337: like stupid money good?

ChayLatte#0408: like my tuition is paid off in full good

OHMyWIK#1337: wtf

OHMyWIK#1337: chay ur brother isnt a body guard

OHMyWIK#1337: hes gotta be sleeping with the mafia boss 

OHMyWIK#1337: what fucjking mafia pays for a kids tuition?

ChayLatte#0408: … a nice one? T_T

ChayLatte#0408: Anyways you know who was lying?!

OHMyWIK#1337: Who?

ChayLatte#0408: KIM

ChayLatte#0408: I ASKED PORSCHE

ChayLatte#0408: THERE’S NO ONE NAMED KIM IN THE MAFIA 

OHMyWIK#1337: 🤦

OHMyWIK#1337: bro thinks theres only one mafia

ChayLatte#0408: What other mafia could kim be talking about?

ChayLatte#0408: Kim what do you have to say for yourself, you lying slut?

 

Slut?!

 

KimIsHiding#5875: I’m sorry your brother works for the mafia. But I’m not a lying slut.

ChayLatte#0408: Just because you know where all the drug dealers are doesn’t mean you’re mafia, Kimmy 😹

 

KIMMY?

But, maybe not letting Chay and Ohm know that he’s mafia is for the best. So Kim waves his white flag.

 

KimIsHiding#5875: Okay. I lied about being in the Mafia. But it sounds like you and your brother have to talk.

ChayLatte#0408: Yeah I guess

ChayLatte#0408: Ohm did you vote in the poll

OHMyWIK#1337: see chay does shit liek this

OHMyWIK#1337: he avoids stuff by changing the subject back to wik

ChayLatte#0408: Guys I’m serious, the poll ends in a few hours. Briefs is gonna win 😿

OHMyWIK#1337: just @ him next time and ask directly

ChayLatte#0408: I’m not doing that

ChayLatte#0408: Not from this account at least 😹

 

Kim, having enough of Chay and Ohm’s antics for the day, puts aside his phone and reaches for his Kindle. He recalls downloading both of the Mafia WIK stories from before, and, with all the insane books being published because of BookTok, he reckons he’ll eventually find something to scratch his itch.

He thinks, for a moment, to ask Chay if using his big, beautiful brown eyes worked or if he had to resort to other methods. 

Kim supposes he has his answer when he picks a particularly trashy looking gay romance novel, with one of the men, half naked and brown eyed, standing behind another who brandishes a gun with a single hand. 

Kim sighs.

Who the fuck holds a gun like that? is the last thought Kim has before he chooses to sleep instead.

 


 

Chay watches his clock go from 1:59 to 2:00.

He sits at his desk because there’s work to be done. Though tomorrow’s an off day, there’s plenty of homework to finish, the com project he has to add to, and then the study guides he still has to develop. Not to mention updating all the WIKTOBER information. And maybe coming up with another poll.

But the way the bodyguard, the dopey looking one. The way his jaw dropped when he mentioned he was Porsche’s baby brother and that it was an emergency. The way he spoke into his collar before he went inside. The way he then came back out to escort Chay in.

Mosaic was… intense. 

Clubs are annoying and loud; at least, this is what Chay’s experience was over the last few years of being dragged around the shitty ones around campus. But Mosaic was almost eerie in its ambiance. The music was at a simmer, just loud enough to dim already quiet conversations. And the dancers who were scantily clad did nothing else but stare at the awkward teeanger who wove in between the tables before the dopey guy brought him to Porsche.

The conversation was short. Hia promised he would come back soon and explain what was going on. A hug and a kiss. A “Take care, call me and leave messages, but do not come here again.” And just as easily as he entered, Chay was escorted out, with someone in glasses advising him to never come back without a real emergency. Or there would be consequences. 

There’s no doubt in Chay’s mind. His brother works for the Mafia.

Not wanting to forget the experience, Chay opens up a new document.

And he begins to write.

Notes:

Special shout out to BluestJayy who said this was their comfort fic, and my brain immediately went, "go provide the comfort child" and so here I am.

I am perpetually behind on responding to comments because I literally put dawn away and planted a garden (iykyk). I will get to them as soon as I can. Thanks for all the love, lads.

Notes:

I've had quite a few people feel inspired by WIKTOBER: Open For Submissions, which is great and has resulted in two related fics already. And the idea of actually holding an event in which people write based off of WIKChay, WIK/Reader, or any variation has been thrown around a bit too. While there isn't an actual WIKTOBER fest, if you wanna write about any of the ideas "Chay" or I mentioned here, you absolutely can! And feel free to connect your fic back to this one!

Some ideas that "Chay" has mentioned in WIKTOBER:
- The classic "meet cute" trope, in which reader/idol meets WIK (as a fan, idol in training, etc.)
- Guessing what underwear WIK wears while he performs.
- WIK as Chay's/reader's super hot, older professor (university AU).
- WIK and Chay/reader met at a coffee shop (coffee shop AU).
- WIK atticwifes Chay/reader.
- WIK becomes Chay's/reader's pool boy.
- WIK working with animals, having animals, or being a cat boy.
- WIK and any variation of a mafia AU.

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