"People hating me doesn't faze me. People loving me...that would be concerning."
A group of criminals with supernatural powers are getting ready for the biggest heist of their lives, but for it to work they need Kimhan the Executioner.
However, it'...
— he makes me burn with fire, he makes me feel safe —
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Kim wanted to pull Chay into his arms and hug him until he wouldn't remember how it felt to be cold, to be ignored.
Instead, he was just obediently following Chay around the Heist Squad as they were preparing for their first mission.
"We'll take Jeep. That's the best. The black one is my favourite," Chay pointed at two Jeeps parking in the corner of the garage; one white and one black. "However, before that," Chay handed Kim a gun. "Glock 17, a classic. We aren't going there to kill anyone, but just in case."
Kim looked at the gun and scrunched his nose, "I prefer knives."
"And I don't care," Chay said and shoved the gun firmly into Kim's hand.
"Sparky, can we talk?" Kim squeezed the gun in his hands tightly, "please."
"Wanna drive?" Chay took a car key that was hanging on the wall, threw it at Kim, and walked past Kim towards the car.
The gun, in one hand, the car key in the other, but all Kim wanted to hold was Chay.
He didn't realize that he was standing in one place for too long until he heard Chay's voice again — a little bit sharper, a little bit agitated.
"If you don't want to drive, just tell me; we don't have time for your nonsense today."
Kim hitched his breath, slowly nodding to himself. Chay was right. Whatever Kim was thinking, feeling, or wanting to talk about, it was all just a bunch of nonsense. Stupid, useless nonsense that Chay had no reason to care about.
But that nonsense was the only thing Kim had, the only thing that he could offer to Chay ... nonsense and his fucked up self.
Kim turned around and walked towards the black Jeep, getting into the driver's seat.
"I didn't want to bother you with my nonsense," Kim said, once Chay got into the car, too. "I'm sorry."
Chay put on his seatbelt and looked out of the window, "get us out of here."
Confused and a little worried, Kim started the engine and drove out of the garage. The GPS was already telling him where they should go. It seemed that Chay had prepared it sometime before.
If Kim expected Chay to start talking the moment, they would get away from the Heist Squad, then he was in for a surprise. There was nothing but a grave silence almost all the way to their destination. It was only when they had the villa of General Kasem in their vision that Chay finally broke the silence in a way that made Kim grip the stirring wheel so tight his knuckles were turning white and all the chaos in his mind turned into an echo of nothing but Chay's name.
"I missed you too... I missed holding your hand," Chay said as he took Kim's hand in his and laced their fingers together.
To Chay, it was the most vulnerable thing that he had ever done. It wasn't the crying in front of Kim, or the admission of how alone he felt, or letting the executioner hold him until his body stopped trembling and his mind turned off the emergency mode. But this, taking the first step to hold on to someone he wanted as far away from himself as possible just days ago, and admitting to that person, that he missed him too...in some way, it was as if Chay was coming to terms with himself that he would rather feel pain than feel alone.
