How Kim & WIK Were 2 Different People Until Porchay Came Along.

no i dont think women starving themselves and reconstructing their entire faces with makeup and plastic surgery is feminism and female empowerment

How Kim & WIK were 2 different people until Porchay came along.

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Lets first look at the 2 personas of Kimhan Theerapanyakul

Kim

Third son of the major family

Shrewd, calculative & sort of a silent killer in human form

Has no difficulty stopping emotions from meddling with his rational mind

Grew up in a world of organised crime

Watched his eldest brother get kidnapped & suffer from unhealed trauma

Was encouraged to inculcate trust issues & never believe in the goodness that exists in the world

Extremely good at reading people

Introverted

The last 2 points could either be inherent or acquired. Witnessing his brothers struggle, the constant rivalry between major & minor family must have made him lose his innocence quite early without even trying. (Imagine how sick it can be when the adults encourage cousins to be rivals)

I strongly believe he discovered something disturbing about his family which made him choose to move out & isolate himself. His ability to shut down his emotions with ease could again be inherent or acquired, but it only makes him more dangerous if he were to actively get involved in crime.

He could be gathering information after moving out for either of the following reasons

He discovered a family secret he shouldn't have which even his elder brothers are unaware of

He is disinterested in the family business & power play; lucky enough to have Kinn who made the sacrifice

It's all a disguise to gather intelligence & protect his brother from far

He has a plan which should be executed without his father's knowledge

WIK

Student at a music school

Celebrity, singer & songwriter, plays guitar & piano

Perceived as a common civilian by public

Has a good fan following

Gets equally impressed & excited on meeting a dedicated fanboy

My stance is that he wouldn't agree to tutor Porchay even if he was not a mafia's son. Because he is a celebrity; he would want to keep a healthy distance from his fans.

He himself admits to Porchay that WIK is the side of him which he prefers. For someone who lives in self imposed isolation (privacy is now at double risk as a celebrity & mafia prince) his art is an outlet for emotions. Music is his safe space.

Kimhan Theerapanyakul has no trouble compartmentalizing his life & switching personas.... Until Chay enters his life.

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Haikyuu character Nishinoya as your boyfriend

You always get an extra popsicle for him (he can finish one in two bites HOW CUTE ASFHDWAK)

Loves it when you come to practices & sleeps in your lap during breaks

Rants a lot about volleyball to earn a scolding from you ("Stop being so hard on yourself Nishinoya!!")

Very big on PDA and loves posting couple pictures on social media

Worries if you are jealous of Kiyoko but relieved after you both become friends

Loves hand holding and other forms of physical touch (loud clingy babieee)

Let's his hair down in front of you & you love patting his fluffy tuft of hair

Pouts if you don't give him a good morning/good night kiss

Many study dates bcs he can't study but you both get distracted (Ennoshita the tutor ftw)

Always acts cheeky and flirty with you no matter the day

Insists you come to every match to cheer

Needs a little push to open up about difficult feelings

LOVES acting all big & protective about you but loves it even MORE when he gets babied by you

Happily wears all couple rings & bracelets

Loves teasing you that "You have a handsome boyfriend"

Regains all energy and forgets his worries for a bit when you meet him

The fact that Puen still goes by "Tun" with Talay despite spending months together hints a bit of self disgust.

It's like Puen is jealous of his own success. Initially he must have been genuinely concerned about privacy. From literally the second day it's evident that Talay does not know much about films or actors. He couldn't guess his name. Even a casual fan would have guessed with those hints.

Celebrity disease is unlikely considering Puen's personality in the real world. However, Puen's actions can still be justified saying he doesn't want to be idolised.

Since the series hasn't ended, it's worth speculating if he has a suspicion if who Talay is. Here's a theory.

Think about it. He met Talay, love at first sight, not once but twice, by fate. Puen could've obtained Talay's contact from a crew member. On reaching out, he must have met Tess in Talay's body who might not have responded well. There's a chance it made him sad enough to get drunk & the next thing, he's met with an accident. But now. Now he meets Talay in the alternate world. Some dots vaguely start connecting. Now he needs to ensure his fame doesn't get in the way. He wants to see the real Talay.

Even this intention can't be justified as of ep6 considering how much they have endured together. They know each other's likes, dislikes, about Puen being done with his fame, about Talay's dreams & fears.

Puen is just fucking scared of rejection at this point & nothing else. It's been so long, revealing himself now would shake things up no matter what. So he hides behind excuses such as scriptwriting to justify his flirting. Sometimes he doesn't even give a decent answer.

It really makes me wonder if he's even interested to go back to his real life at this point. Maybe he likes to be Pakorn with loving parents & friends like Up, Aou & Talay as Tess who he can hit on without worrying about others. He now has a community of people who travelled universes. No one puts him on a pedestal.

He's terrified of his own fame. Worried that it will create distance. That Talay will stop looking at him as an equal.

He must have encountered a lot of people trying to take advantage of his status. He's probably unsure if he's indeed loveable as the whole person he truly is. He could also be afraid his celebrity status will just hurt the ones he loves if both return to the real world.

He needs to have faith in Talay's capability to love him, to accept him as a playful clingy boy who's also a public figure.

He's hidden himself for so long, grown to love Talay so much with time.... that now if Talay can't accept him as a whole.... He'll be heartbroken much more than before. And worse, Talay will be too.

I’m watching My Demon for the plot

The plot

Parallels

"You could get sick in my bed and I wouldn't even care. It might be a bit annoying to change the sheets but I wouldn't make you help."

Your cheeks give me cute aggression ~Puen

jokes about english teachers overanalyzing books have done detrimental damage to society

I need a full version now 🥹

Yuuri Katsuki once believed gold was a finish line...

Yuuri thought moving to Russia would feel like the next chapter. Like skating into a warm-down routine after the final spin. Instead, it felt like standing on the edge of a frozen lake and realizing...he didn’t know how thick the ice was. St. Petersburg was beautiful. Beautiful and brutal. The cold clawed through the seams of his coat. Strangers stared. He missed conbini coffee. Missed vending machines. Missed understanding signs without squinting.

Viktor said he could teach him Russian. “Start with the important words,” Yuuri said. So Viktor taught him любовь, then здесь, then остаться. Love. Here. Stay. Yuuri didn’t say them out loud. He just nodded. Mila showed him how to haggle for apples at the market. Yakov yelled at him less than expected. The rink smelled like metal and ice—different than Detroit’s sterility, different than Hasetsu’s warmth. But it was a rink. He could work with that.

Viktor’s apartment had high ceilings and cold floors. Too many mirrors. Not enough ramen bowls. Yuuri unpacked slowly, like he wasn’t sure if he was staying or just if this was real life now. He forgot how to move with Viktor. He knew how to be his student. His competitor. His fantasy. Now he was brushing his teeth beside him, buying milk, folding socks. It felt more intimate than kissing. And when Viktor returned to the ice... Yuuri didn’t know how to watch him. As a coach? Or as a lover? Or maybe as the boy who once idolized him? He just watched. And felt like he was bleeding in reverse.

They trained at different times. Yuuri liked the silence. Viktor liked the music. Yuuri didn’t say he felt small next to Viktor’s effortless charisma or how much he missed being the only one Viktor skated for. They fought. Over nothing, at first: A forgotten lunch. A bad practice. A towel left on the floor. Then over something stupid Yuuri said, “Maybe you don’t need me here.” Viktor flinched. Didn’t answer.

Phichit called. Yuuri cried into his phone and Phichit said, “This isn't a 'lovers to enemies' trope. You just moved in together, it's a big change.” Then, they talked about Detroit and that time when attempted to make a pizza, almost blasting their apartment when they forgot about the oven. Now, they laughed about it.

The next week with Yakov's blessing, Yuuri started skating before sunrise. Alone. He built a routine from scratch. Raw. Stripped of flourish. Just breath and blades and fear. He didn’t show Viktor. Not yet. This was his. They apologized. In gestures. In silence. In holding hands under the table at dinner. “I want you here,” Viktor finally said. Yuuri answered, “And I want to stay.”

Yuuri learned how to curse in Russian from Yurio. He used it once when the toaster exploded. Viktor nearly fell off the couch laughing.

They started using Japanese at home. Viktor mispronounced everything with dramatic flair. But when he said okaeri, something knotted in Yuuri’s chest came loose. Yuuri finally showed Viktor the routine. No music. Just movement. Viktor watched, silent, glassy-eyed. When Yuuri finished, Viktor whispered, “That’s the most honest thing I’ve ever seen.” It didn’t get easier overnight. Some days Yuuri still felt like a guest. Some nights Viktor curled around him like he was afraid Yuuri might disappear. But there was laughter again. And practice. And tomorrows. Hasetsu was his family. Detroit was memory. St. Petersburg was still strange. But it was where his skates lived now. And his toothbrush. And Viktor. And if Viktor was here, then it was home.

Yuuri Katsuki once believed gold was a finish line.

Now he understood... there was no final pose. No standing ovation. This wasn’t the end. Because their love had no end. One night, curled up on the couch, Yuuri asked, “What now?” Viktor smiled. “Now?” He reached to take Yuuri's hand into his. “Next level.”