🖤His soul tainted by the devil 🖤was my angel call🤍 KIMCHAY AU 🤍

15. Party is over 💥

The party ended up as a whole mess when Vegas asked most of the people to go home. They had familial issues to take care of. And no one would be suspicious of that reason when they saw the demon being dragged outside and pushed against the grass by Kinn. They all had the feeling that without all of those eyes it could have been even more violent or dangerous for this kind innocent man. Because he had only been agreeable for the whole beginning of his entry.

He had greeted everyone, every unknown person with human decency, he had a strong presence but not a menacing one, more like an hilarious one as if he could make everyone easily laugh. He had been smiling and having fun as everyone usually does at parties. He had been socially acceptable, no one would suspect what he could have done or what he was capable of doing.

It angered Porchay, a lot, it angered him to witness the worst man ever in the house of the one he wanted to protect. He knew that Kim thought about himself being weak for staying upstairs, he knew, he had his shaking body and his grip recorded on his skin. But he also knew that if no one could stop what happened back then, he was here now, and more might be if Kim could talk to his family, he meant that after this, they would need to have an explanation. The punch collided with his cheek and it felt so good, oh dear, so good on his skin to understand that the pain he was feeling this man was feeling it even more on his sensitive face, sensitive but not as sensitive as Kim's state after he met him. And it angered Porchay more, ready to fight again but Porsche's arms stopped him.

"The fuck are you doing Chay?" He asked, also staring at his brother's hand which was a soft pink from the impact, he couldn't care less about that unknown man Vegas invited.

"Well, ask him what he did to Kim."

Kim. Just Kim, it was just Kim and it created a weird feeling in the room. All looks going on him, all looks asking for answers.

"I don't know what you are talking about-"

"DAMN SHIT!" Porchay screamed again, wanting to punch him for a second time.

"Chay..." Vegas said, getting closer to him. "Did he really hurt Kim?" And his eyes were shining of impatience, impatience to know either if he should be upset at Porchay for bringing a mess at their home, or if he should believe him and just throw outside this acquaintance from university, whom he appreciated but not having a huge emotional relationship with.

"He broke him." Porchay seriously said and he didn't know why but Porsche let him go, Vegas turned around and threw him outside, and everyone was asked to go and Porchay got relieved, he had a real and strong feeling of satisfaction. The battle was a success, the demon was outside, not in disguise anymore, everything was great now. And without further talks, he just ran upstairs.

Kim was there, looking more composed sitting on the edge of the bath, looking everywhere but at the door, still frightened but more than this, ashamed. Ashamed for real, because the word victim was just spreading his wings around him and he had no idea if he should fly with it or try to cut those wings. He just didn't feel like having the strength to say everything to his family now and yet they knew something had happened so he couldn't back up. In a way, he was angry, again at this man, again he brought chaos in his life, and again he had no choice for himself.

"P'Kim?" Porchay whispered, sitting on the edge too.

"How...was it?" Kim asked, still lost.

"He's not here anymore, no one is here anymore except us." He whispered, putting his hand on Kim's one. "Though, they might want to know now...you should have seen Phi Vegas throwing him outside!" Porchay laughed and Kim couldn't stop a soft smile from appearing, and this smile connected him to the situation and to Porchay. He looked at him, he looked at him and he remembered, he wasn't alone in this, he wasn't, Yok and Chan, he wasn't alone. Just for one minute still, just for one minute, he needed to just slow down time and to bring back something else, something only he had, something that this man couldn't get from him : the love of his loved one.