⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ♡ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆
In the mafia world, young boys-age 18-20-are being sold as dolls to everyone who pays well. The boys are well-trained... they are no longer humans, just dolls ready to serve their master.
Kim left the mafia years ago, but on his 23r...
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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Kim ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆
Kim rolls over in the bed, hand reaching out for that soft skin and hair that inexplicably smells like vanilla even though, Kim is pretty positive that they don't have any vanilla-scented hair shampoo in the house. But no matter how much he stretches out his hand, how much he rolls around with his eyes still closed, he can't seem to locate his boyfriend at all.
"Chay?" he rasps out. "Beautiful?"
But when he doesn't get any answer even after that, he finally concludes that he has no other choice but to open his eyes and start looking for his lost boyfriend who dared to get out of their bed before kissing Kim good morning. Or maybe he did but Kim was too sleepy to remember.
Opening his eyes slowly, Kim sits up in their bed and ruffles his messy hair. A moment later, his senses pick up on Chay's steps echoing outside of the door, and then, a second later, the door swings open and Kim suddenly isn't sleepy at all. In fact, he is in full alert mode. Blanket thrown to his feet, he is out of the bed in seconds. Hands on Chay's shoulders, he is looking at him intently, "something's wrong. What is it, Chay?"
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Chay ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆
Porchay feels that clearly he is on an automatic kind of behaviour. He doesn't want to react, he doesn't want to feel scared even if everything is hitting him so hard, not only him but memories coming like images from this horror that other boys lived because of this collar.
It gives him more strength, it gives him the sensation that he needs to push them out of this place. The world isn't as pink as it should be outside, they will need to be taken care of even if they didn't talk about it for now with his Kim, but closing the door on those boys, thinking that they are too traumatised to freely live would be too much. If Kim had chosen to do this with him, he wouldn't be Porchay but doll n°0723.
And those hands on his shoulders, protective and alert, are everything he needs to gather his own power.
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Kim ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆
"I think it's better if I show you," Chay says, taking one of Kim's hands from his shoulder and interlacing their fingers before pulling Kim out of their bedroom.
Show me? What the heck has happened during the time Kim slept that there is suddenly something that Chay should better show him? Well, whatever it is, Kim is going to deal with it without any remorse. Anything that puts that worry in his boyfriend's eyes deserves nothing less of a nightmare coming from Kimhan Theerapanyakul.
Kim looks at Chay more carefully as Chay is quickly taking him downstairs and towards their kitchen. It is true that when Kim looked into Chay's eyes, he could see worry... but he wouldn't call it fear. More than fear, there's determination and anger. That's good, Kim thinks. Everything's better on Chay's pretty face instead of fear. There was a time when Kim used to see only that in Chay's eyes, and no... he can't, he doesn't want to relieve something like this again.
