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Kimhan is staring weirdly at Arm the whole time they are cutting wood. He doesn’t understand why he followed them, even helped them. He is way more worried about his existence than his own brothers. But the hybrid-cat can feel it, and it is uncomfortable.
“Prince…just tell me…”
Kimhan chocks lightly. “Well…I don’t believe you…that’s simple.”
“What can I do…to make you believe my goodwill towards your family?” He asks, raising his head.
“Well, nothing. I will always have doubts until proven guilty. How did you even have this carriage?”
“To be honest Prince, it wasn’t mine. It was…to my boss…”
“So, you flew away with what is his? Untrustful.”
“Prince, I apologise for this but…you don’t know how he treated me. I had all the rights to see an escape door and to run to it…death or staying there, it looked the same.” He says and goes back to work, letting Kimhan think. He won’t believe him, never. However, he can hear those reasons for now, it doesn’t sound too bad, if it was a lie.
“Will this work?” Kimhan asks, helping him to put the pieces together.
“Well…you are the one who gave the more ideas about this wheelchair sooo. It should.” He smiles innocently.
“Trying to brush my fur in the right direction.” He whispers for himself, not convinced by this smile either. He hopes that Tankhun will love it, he hopes for more than anything and he misses Porchay, a lot.
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The king walks through corridors, sighing a small amount. He doesn’t like the fact that Kinn asked for him and is waiting in the room of his Hia. He doesn’t even know why he had to go there, but when he opens the door and sees that there is only Kinn, he realises that it will turn into a really personal conversation.
“King.” He bows his head, sitting on the bed.
“Call me Porchay, please.” He asks, sitting on a chair. “What is it?”
“Did Kim tell you?”
“About?”
“Then he will…” Kinn nods and Porchay doesn’t get anything. It is making him feel anxious. “I wanted to ask…about what we saw this morning…”
“I am listening to you.” He feels a pressure going up. It should have stayed a secret or he thinks that it was until they got seen and then they didn’t see each other at all.
“I just want to know…what is going on between you two…”
“I- it isn't as if…in fact.” Porchay bits his lips. “We didn't talk this much…about this…” He feels bad. So bad.
“I see. So was it just…at the moment?”
“What do you mean?” Porchay asks, his heart shaking.
“Like something that moved you suddenly but won't…stay?”
“I WILL stay! I WANT to stay!” The king stands up, outraged. Anger, an unusual state he is in, is making his voice colder. His chest is shaking. “I-I never reacted for you and Porsche! I- why are you…” The king looks grumpy, his lips pouting, disappointed.
“Porchay…I- I am sorry…” Kinn sighs. “I am really sorry…I am…just worried…”
“Worried?” Porchay sits again, still sulking.
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🐈⬛Ears to survive, ears to scratch ♥️ KIMCHAY AU ✨️
Fanfiction🐈⬛ 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...
