lovesick ~ Kimchay

Extra : Fractured Hearts

A few days later, Kim found himself in a dimly lit warehouse, a neutral ground chosen for this unexpected meeting with Vegas.

The tension in the air was palpable as Kim paced back and forth, his mind racing with thoughts.

Vegas leaned against a wooden crate, his expression calm yet serious. He observed Kim's agitation with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"Kim," Vegas began, his voice steady. "I need you to understand something. I wasn't the one who sent those assassins to attack Chay."

Kim's eyes narrowed, his body language turning more aggressive. "Why should I believe you?" he snapped. "You've never been trustworthy."

Before Vegas could respond, Macau stepped forward from the shadows, his face earnest. "It's the truth, Kim. We had nothing to do with it. Why would we want to hurt Chay? He's not our enemy. He's my friend and classmate. He's innocent."

Kim's gaze shifted to Macau, his expression softening slightly but still skeptical. "Then who did it? Who would have a reason to go after Chay?"

Vegas sighed, running a hand through his hair. "That's what we're trying to figure out. But I can assure you, it wasn't us. We're not that stupid to act without a plan and certainly not before consulting each other."

Kim's fists clenched at his sides. "If I find out you're lying, Vegas—"

Vegas interrupted, his tone firm. "I'm not lying. And I don't appreciate the insinuation. We need to work to find out who the real threat is."

Macau stepped closer to Kim, his eyes pleading. "Please, Kim. Chay doesn't deserve to be caught in the middle of this. We need to protect him, not fight among ourselves."

Kim took a deep breath, his anger slowly dissipating. He looked between Vegas and Macau, weighing their words. Finally, he nodded, albeit reluctantly. "Fine. But if I find any hint of betrayal, there will be consequences."

Vegas nodded in agreement, a serious look on his face.

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Kim returned home, his mind still reeling from the intense discussion with Vegas and Macau.

He barely had time to process it when, upon entering the living room, a large ball came hurtling toward him. He dodged it instinctively, watching it bounce against the wall.

The living room was a mess. Computer books scattered all over the floor, snacks left half-eaten, and a large TV stood as the room's centerpiece.

It was clear Chay had been spending a lot of time there, trying to occupy himself.

Standing before him was Chay, his face flushed with frustration and anger. Behind him, Big was trying to hide, clearly apprehensive about Kim’s reaction.

“Why do you get to go out while I’m stuck here?” Chay yelled, his voice trembling with emotion. “Even after my recovery, I can’t even go to the garden without P'Big following me everywhere! It’s suffocating!”

Kim’s eyes narrowed, darkening with a mix of anger and something more sinister. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

Grabbing Chay’s wrist, he spoke in a low, dangerous voice. “This is not a game, Chay. You need to stop acting like a Brat”

Chay tried to pull away, but Kim’s grip only tightened, his knuckles turning white. “Do you think this is easy for me? Keeping you safe while dealing with everything else? You have no idea what’s out there, what could happen if I wasn’t here to protect you.”