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Kimhan is waiting. He is waiting and to be honest Porchay is losing his confidence. He wants, he needs to say it but he knows that he will surely be hurt, try to hide it, but surely be hurt. He leans more against the wall, bites his lips and turns his head towards him.
He looks so gorgeous. His forearms are on the edge of the bath and his head is tilted on one side of it. He looks so intensely into his eyes that Porchay feels as if he could literally see through his soul. His hair is partly wet and the edge of it is lazily falling on his neck.
Porchay’s chest is feeling warm. He feels so attracted to him that it feels unreal. He just stares at him and doesn’t even realise.
“Am I that hypnotising?” Kimhan mocks him a little.
“Yes…I mean! I-” He answers a little too honestly.
Kimhan blushes and smiles cutely. “Just tell me…if you stay here, I might just be able to handle it. With you around.”
“I..I talked with this man.” Porchay says, reaching for Kimhan’s hand and squeezing it on his own. “I wanted to end him…let me be honest…I really played a role with him because I felt that he needed to be scared of me…to be able to talk but the more he talked the more I felt that a part of me was really feeling it…because…I couldn’t stand what he did…not at all.”
“Is that a confession of protective behaviour?” Kimhan smirks.
Porchay just giggles a little and it gives a breath of fresh air in this atmosphere. “Kinda…but you know I told you, that I would protect you.” Kimhn squeezes his hand and nods to encourage him to continue.
“Shut up…” He protests, blushing but not letting go of that hand. “He talked to me…after some menace, he talked to me and I discovered how he could survive.” The king is staring at Kimhan and he just nods, waiting. He looks aware that what will be said will be wrong. “King Korn is the one who hired him as a spy…what’s ridiculous is that my uncle couldn’t physically witness that he was a hybrid-cat and introduced him in the court, he just had to lie about having information for the downfall of your kingdom. And to be fair it is well played because he could just reveal useless details about hybrid-cat’s life to convince him…but…yeah-”
“You can stop talking…” Kimhan says, his eyes cold, looking at the void. “You can stop just try to wrap me in a blanket…it’s okay…I guess that I was just useful at some points, my hurt, my pain, my traumatic experience…it should have been so useful for someone needing to spy…I guess that it was needed, it’s true, it’s not because he hugged me and tried to calm me…and squeezed my hand while I was bleeding…” Kimhan is letting go of Porchay's hand at those words but the king just doesn’t let him go. Taking it back and caressing it softly. The hybrid-cat raises his hurt expression but it softens when he meets Porchay’s face. Full of concern, full of emotions his father hadn’t towards him or at least he had before playing a double game.
In reality Kimhan understands his strategic ways, he understands it better than anyone, but deeply it feels as if the tenderness he gave to him after his attack had just been erased by the revealed truth. He was so young, he was way younger than now, and he believed his father, he really did. It felt like a kind of knife in his back.
He is glad. He is glad that Porchay didn’t let go of his hand. Even if he doesn’t want to think about it now and if he tries to reject what happened, he is glad that some warmth could still reach him.
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🐈⬛Ears to survive, ears to scratch ♥️ KIMCHAY AU ✨️
أدب الهواة🐈⬛ Kimhan Theerapanyakul, third son of the hybrid cats kingdom, is going to live with Porchay Kittisawat, second son of the human kingdom. They made this deal, not as a real marriage but as a political strategy to be ally and to soothe their popul...
