✨️ Heartless Dress 💄KimChay Au 🗡 ✨️

The third one

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Porchay was beginning to pant. Inside of himself, he couldn't come to physically do it. It was impossible for him to think clearly. His hands were sweating. His eyes were frozen. His legs tensed. His ears were ringing. His mouth was dry and his words muted. He was ready to lose his life and yet he didn't want to let the Prince kill him. His brain was hesitating and while doing it his muscles couldn't even try to move. A fog was all around his body, keeping it against the bed. It might come from his thoughts burning everything around him. He couldn't feel his lungs anymore. All that was writing on his skin was his blood already beating, ready to taint the sheets. The Prince gripped his hair and Porchay didn't really flinch thanks to his wig.

"Answer me." Tankhun said, getting the sword a little out of his skin. Like he learnt. Make the enemy think that he has a chance through his distress when the result would still be the same. Tankhun was finally proud to be able to use that theory. "Traitor?"

Porchay closed his eyes. Turned his tongue in his mouth, looked for air hardly being able to contain it before breathing out loudly and being able to find his voice again. "No..."

"No? So what were you doing with Kim? Don't try to lie to me!" He said taking the sword close again and the theory still worked. Feeling danger again after being safer, Porchay's whole brain had hope and was working harder to take control over his own body.

"...He...he knows... Prince...knows..."

"Kim knows?...you're both against Kinn?...this can't be... don't try to accuse my little brother to take the lead !"

"I...am not...we...don't....did anything against Prince Kinn..."

"...you really have no pride for a girl...only pretty words should come out of your mouths !"

"...girl?" Porchay asked not really understanding anymore their verbal fight.

"What are you? A fox? For sure, really cunning..."

"No...I... K- Prince Kim...he..."

"He what?" Tankhun added more pressure to the sword.

It began to hurt his throat. Porchay was tired of still needing to survive in that place. He just wanted peace. He needed to end this..he needed to just have him on his side too. Would he be like Prince Kim? He didn't know but in that situation it was a risk he needed to take. At least be alive until morning. He took a last powerful breath before saying quickly. 

"He knows I am a boy."

Porchay could feel the sword's pressure being less oppressive. He instinctively rolled at the opposite of the bed in a rapid move, making him as close as he could be to the mattress. Tankhun was still having his hair in his hands and the wig just stayed there while Porchay's body went away, falling on the ground. He cursed his ass hurting before raising his head back to the Prince. Tankhun's eyes were open, wide open. He was looking at Porchay and then at the wig, and the wig and Porchay and he suddenly yeeted it on the bed, still looking absolutely astonished with what just happened.