✨️ Heartless Dress 💄KimChay Au 🗡 ✨️

Subtle power

(Hi <3  wishing you the bestest of day/night)

Kim woke up, Porchay still in his arms,his head on his chest, sleeping. His point of view was adorable. The boy looked deeply in his dream world but when Kim caressed his hair, his eyes opened slowly. He looked at Kim and smiled before kissing Kim's chest.

"Morning..."

"Morning..." Kim added his voice sharing his worries, fear of this one being their last. "We should go soon..."

"We should..." Porchay repeated. "For now." He added moving closer to Kim's face. "I need your quiet words." He smiled tenderly and kissed Kim multiple times. Sweetly. Pecking him to get his energy. Kim would give the world to stay like this but the world wasn't ready to give it to him if he stayed there, witnessing the conflict without putting an end to it.

"Chay...promise me...that you would stay close, not take risk, be careful and-" He said rapidly translating his trembling heart.

"P'Kim. P'Kim." He said, cupping his cheeks. "It's going to be okay, I promise, can you promise too?"

Kim just nodded and Porchay hid himself in his arms again, hugging him in a tight and helpless embrace.

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Tankhun didn't know what time it was, or what day. He didn't know anymore if he wanted to be out. He didn't know anymore if it was a great idea. He didn't know anymore how to know everything he was asking for. He didn't know what for. He was just already contemplating his life as if he let down his own breathe to put up an image, a representation, a thomb engraved picture of who he was before being executed and Tankhun hated to think that he would lose his head for being judged crazy when he wasn't even for real, he played a little too much here, it wasn't his real craziness.

 He was just lively, lovely and against power, all he lost by helping his brothers. He didn't even know if they knew that he was dying mentally before dying physically.

Tankhun didn't really react when every guard ran next to him to one side of the jail. His brain wasn't able to think about anything. At all. He was just becoming a clock, letting the time pass, one, two, already three turns of the same round numbers. It was falling through his hands and he wasn't fighting against it. He was just losing sight of humanity, not only becoming a clock but one of its arms, showing but not knowing what the number two meant. Though they were loud, so loud. So, so loud. 

And soon, another man was in his sight. Another one was around him, not already looking like a clock. They eyed each other but they didn't say anything. Pete didn't want any guards to think that Tankhun was the purpose of his failed spying mission. For now, he was just jailed but soon he would be asked, his reasons and he would not have to lie. He would just share what he also always wondered. How was it possible for Big to die this easily? He would look like a vengeful soul, not a part of a plan to save the Prince.