🐈‍⬛Ears to survive, ears to scratch ♥️ KIMCHAY AU ✨️

The Tongue 👅

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"You need to get rid of those collars. I won't repeat myself a second time." Porchay firmly says.

"Your majesty, with all my respect, this is historical, those collars are years and years of culture for our country."

"Then...Ken. You can just create a new room in the royal museum...not glorifying this use."

"Can I?...King?" Ken adds witnessing Porchay's surprised expression. It isn't about the way he was talked to, but about this man's passion. Ken wasn't someone Porchay fully trusted but he was passionate about his work, he was in love with historical subjects and he was the centre of the royal museum, existing to keep record of the kingdom, to still celebrate it at any times. When the guards' leaders heard about erasing this collar from their weapons, they didn't mind. They still had a lot. They could find even better ways. But Ken came with worries to ask for a conversation with the king and he is still shocked about the fact that he could have one. The museum, it isn't bad at all, even better for him.

"You have my agreement. I will still want to see before it becomes real. Do tests, find ideas, and come back. But yes, I am letting you do this."

"Thank you! Thank you King!" Ken nods brightly, bowing with respect before walking out.

Porchay lets his cheek fall on his hand, supporting him. He didn't think that changing a rule would have given him this type of reaction, but this man has always been a mystery to the latest royal family.

"King...Chay..." Jom corrects himself after witnessing his big pout. "I got the informations, the celebration for Porsche ended up well. Nothing to be worried about."

The way he is this easily pronouncing his brother's name but can't even be familiar when they are alone. Porchay understands, he gets it, but it is making him feel lonely.

Little Porchay has asked tinier Porsche one day. It was special, it was unbelievable. For the first time, the youngest was some centimeters taller than the older one. Porchay jumped happily, rolled himself in the grass and couldn't stop showing his satisfaction. Porsche was a little grumpy, but he said nothing. The little one's energy was enough to erase his pride.

"It won't last." He just sighed.

And it didn't, Porsche grew taller and stayed above Porchay, and it gave struggles to his brain. He liked less to be this far away from the view his brother could have.

"Hia..." He quietly whispered one day.

"Yes Chay?"

"When you will be too huge...when you will...have the ears...will our view stay separated?"

"You little one..." Porsche smiled adorably. He caressed his cheek softly, his little brother might be taller by a few centimetres but he was still his small one. "Anything, anything can never change us, what we have with each other."

"For real?" Porchay asked, his voice a little hopeful, as if it was still just a mirage.

"Chay, let's ROLL!" Porsche giggled, pushing softly Porchay with him in the grass.

He is so far away now. The king sighs. He misses him, he wants to roll innocently in the grass again.

A knock is making him jump from his memory. "Ye-yes?"

"King." Yok says, followed by some guards. "We found him."

Porchay bites his lips tightly. "Thank you." He nods, and she knows, she can clearly understand as much as she loves him that the boy needs time to make a decision.