" you never loved me. you only loved the idea of me. " y/n stated, but king didn't want to believe it.
hello friends! welcome back to another journey of ups and downs featuring a yandere in the middle of dream smp. what will happen when king learns...
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CLICK. THE FRONT DOOR of the apartment suddenly opened. a pair of keys dangling within fingers, the other arm carrying a bag of groceries. "hey milo! i'm home!" king exclaimed, his voice projecting across the apartment as he closed the door behind him.
upon hearing his voice, a pair light footsteps sounded in the air, getting louder and closer to king. milo peeped his head out from the wall that separated the kitchen and living space, staring at king. he stepped out from behind the wall, stepping towards his brother. "heyyyy!" milo managed to sputter out with a used paint brush in his mouth, making king chuckle and smile at him.
"i got some food." king said as he watched milo move the paint brush from his mouth to his ear. "could i help with that?" milo offered, motioning to the grocery bag in king's hand. king proceeded to nod. "but! before that! lemme show you something." milo exclaimed, hurriedly stealing the grocery bag from king's hand and speed walking to the kitchen. king smiled wider, taking off his light jacket and hanging it on a hook beside the front door then following milo.
milo placed the grocery bag on the kitchen counter before leading king into the extra room they have in their apartment that was transformed into an art room—something that was all for milo. "tada! i just got new art supplies. annnnnd-" milo used the paint brush that was previously in the crook of his ear to flick some paint on the empty canvas placed on the easel by the window. "since it's the weekend and we're both not busy, i was thinking we could have a painting session. like old times." milo said, looking at king with a giddy smile.
king let out a relieved sigh, his smile mirroring milo's. "you know i'd always love that. i'm down." king agreed, making milo jump and cheer. "okay okay! but first i need to see if you got me my fucking chicken sandwich." milo said aggressively, putting the paint brush down on the easel and racing into the kitchen, his energy clearly showing today. king followed, getting to the kitchen to see milo taking out the groceries and putting some of them away, king walking over and doing the same.
as they were finishing up, milo grabbed the newspaper that was still in the grocery bag, checking the front headlines for any interesting news. that's when his eyebrows raised. "no fucking way." he cursed under his breath, his eyes still scanning over the headline and some of the information on the paper from left to right. king glanced at him with a quirked eyebrow. "what happened?" king asked. that's when milo turned to him with a bright smile on his face, eyes lit up in joy. "our boy made it!" milo said aloud, jumping up slightly on his heels as he handed king the newspaper.
king's expression quickly transitioned from furrowed eyebrows to happiness within reading the headline, seeing santos on the cover. "oh my gosh..." king muttered, still trying to process what he was reading. some photographs and drawings of santos were on the front cover, him holding a professional bow and arrow. santos kingston's name became prominent. he won a gold medal in olympic archery. "holy shit! that's our brother!" king screeched out, making milo nod profusely.
the two of them began jumping around the kitchen in celebration, cheering and screaming expletives out of triumph. in that moment, they didn't care for their downstairs neighbors. it was noon time anyways (like that mattered). once they both calmed down, they decided to reach out to santos to congratulate him. king grabbed his communicator as fast as possible, dialing santos' number and hoping he'd pick up.
when they heard santos' voice say hello on the other end, him and milo both screeched like they were fangirls. "SANTOS! WHAT THE HECK MAN YOU REALLY DID IT! YOU WANTED ARCHERY AND YOU WON BIG! CONGRATS!" king said into the line a bit loudly. "YEAH!" milo shouted back within the background in agreement. they heard santos chuckle ever so quietly, picturing him with a genuine smile on his face. "thanks guys. it's been tough work but.. i'm an olympian now." santos said. "yeahhh. santos kingston, the archery olympian. that's a sick ass title bro!" milo exclaimed, making santos and king laugh.
the three brothers stayed on the communicator, talking about their lives so far and exchanging banter. overall, it was a very positive atmosphere, euphoria coursing through the walls of the apartment like its never been in a while. on the other end, santos was very happy to hear that king and milo were doing well in college and in their own apartment. santos ended up moving out pronto upon hearing matthias' offer, pursuing olympic archery over that year. roughly a year after his move, that's when king and milo officially moved, spending the fall and summer trying to look for a good college and getting ready for the future ahead.
it seems that all their hard work paid off. everything was looking up for the time being. after talking with santos for a while, milo and king decided to surprise santos by sending their brother his favorite cake later on in the day. after the call though, they went back to having their pleasant painting session. back at home, king and milo—and sometimes joined by santos—would have calming painting sessions, the perfect blend of comforting silence with music on vinyl playing in the background, and soft voices sharing some conversations about the universe or about things they wanted to get off their chests. that's how the three of them always bonded, through milo's art despite not sharing milo's talent.
but whether or not they were talented in art didn't matter. all that mattered was that they were able to relax and strengthen their bond anytime they wanted. no matter the weather or what they were going through, one of the activities that paved way for delicate, intimate moments was painting sessions. that's something that king would never let go of.
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A/N. WHEN AUTHOR SPEAKS. okay fine get your comfort chapter ig🙄
