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

Rescue 🪑

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“Kimhan.” Porchay whispers, witnessing the hybrid-cat grumpy expression. He is leaning against the wall and he looks more menacing than ever in the king's work room. 

He only looks at him with the same dark and annoyed eyes. He didn't talk since they learnt what happened. He didn't let any sounds be out and it worried Porchay a lot. They are on the same side in the end, wanting to know how their brother and brothers are doing. But nothing can be made directly from them, nothing. And the king feels the emptiness of his power without those men to help him.

“Come here…please…” Porchay pleads a little. His royal chair is too big for him, too important, he doesn't feel himself in it and yet he is obligated to stay there. He is craving just a little of attention, just this, he is himself terrified. Jom and Yok asked if he wanted them to stay but Kimhan looked as if he would cut their throat open. He only calmed down the moment they were alone.

Kimhan stares at him. He opens his mouth but nothing is out.

“I…I sent men to boundaries…I…I gave orders…for them to just be able to reach us…they will reach us…we just need to wait…I-” Porchay is struggling inside. He feels so anxious. He feels like suffocating. He needs to talk, to let it out but only silence is answering. He hopes that their brothers could know beforehand and could just escape from the castle before they could even be trapped somewhere. If it happens, if he loses his Hia, if it ends in separation and death. If-

Porchay’s spiralling is stopped by Kimhan sitting on his desk, at the left of his chair. 

It is unbearable. It is not liveable for Kimhan to have his own worries and to feel Porchay’s ones. It overwhelms his senses, it is sliding through his skin and making everything hard inside, his chest, his lungs, Kimhan is living this stress as if he is the one living it and he needs it to stop. He hopes that coming like Porchay asked can help to soothe the boy's mind. He hates how his state is messing with his own emotions. He hates that thread that he can’t seem to be able to cut between them. He hates it and yet his discomfort isn't as huge as the satisfaction being sat on this desk gives him. On the king's desk, as if it was also part of his territory, he likes this idea.

And it works a little. Porchay raises his head and he is amused, witnessing how Kimhan looks annoyed by the move he himself just did. His eyebrows are furrowed, his eyes try to not observe him. But the pink on his cheeks is still something that Kimhan can't fight and he feels the need to stretch, he feels more peaceful, he wants to yawn, to rest like he used to and it shocks him. His brothers are in danger and yet his chest is reassured, surely as much as Porchay is now. 

“I can't stand…to just stay on that chair…but at least we are both in the same position now…” Porchay awkwardly says, his worries still high in the atmosphere. “I mean…if we think about it it's normal that we have no news…boarders are quite far away…they surely will just arrive…or…I hope in fact…that they will just arrive…but it's late at night now…” 

“They can see.” Kimhan finally let's his voice be out, it sounds dark. Porchay just looks at him, confused. “Your brother can be useless at night..but we can see, if…Tankhun and Kinn are outside now… they can easily see the same way they see in broad daylight…” 

Porchay nods. He forgot. They had a huge part of their dna which was a cat's one. 

“So I can only hope for my Hia to be with them…” 

“With how obsessed Kinn is of him, I don't doubt that they are together.” Kimhan just mocks with insolence but it gives Porchay the words he needs, it give him the small meaning which can be save his own hope from despair. It means the world at this moment.