BL ONESHOTS NO.5

⁴¹⁰🥵Vegas x Kim

Under the dim glow of the old street lamp, the night held a tense silence that hung between Vegas and Kim. The air was thick with an unresolved tension, every shadow seeming to whisper the unspoken words they had both kept to themselves for so long.

"You hate me, right?" Vegas asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he shifted nervously on his feet, edging closer to Kim.

Kim narrowed his eyes, feeling the weight of the question. "More than you know. Why do you ask?" He crossed his arms, a defensive posture as he prepared himself for whatever Vegas was about to say.

Vegas gulped, his heart pounding in his chest. "Just wanted to make sure before I do this..."

"Do wha-" Kim began, but his words were cut off as Vegas stepped in closer, closing the distance that had kept them apart for too long.

In one swift motion, Vegas pulled Kim into his chest, wrapping his arms around him tightly. He could feel Kim's heartbeat racing against him, a rhythm that mirrored his own. Without a moment of hesitation, he leaned in and planted his lips firmly upon Kim's.

It was a bold move, one that caught Kim entirely off guard. His eyes widened in surprise, the initial shock flooding through him before it melted into something else-confusion, perhaps exhilaration.

As the kiss lingered, Vegas felt a surge of emotions rush over him. He had dreamed of this moment-a moment where all the hurt and irritation between them could be transformed into something fierce and unapologetic. For Kim, the initial resentment flared up but was quickly overshadowed by a whirlwind of emotions he didn't know how to process.

Vegas pulled back slightly, searching Kim's eyes for a reaction. "I... I needed to know if you felt anything," he breathed, his voice laced with vulnerability.

Kim searched his mind for words, grappling with the feelings that were bubbling to the surface. "Vegas," he started slowly, his brow furrowing. "You can't just-"

"I know," Vegas interrupted, his expression earnest. "But I did it. I had to. All this time, I felt like you were pushing me away, but maybe... maybe you just didn't know what you wanted." He could barely breathe, the earnestness of his confession pressing against his chest.

"I was angry, okay?" Kim finally confessed, crossing his arms tighter, though this time there was a hint of uncertainty in his posture. "Angry at you for things you didn't even do."

"Why?" Vegas's voice was tinged with worry, his eyes never leaving Kim's. "Why were you angry at me?"

Kim looked away for a moment, as if trying to summon the right words from the sky. "Because you made me feel things that scared me... that were too real. I didn't want to let you in, but here you are anyway."

The wind picked up, brushing past them, but all Vegas could focus on was Kim. "So, you do have feelings for me?" he pressed gently, almost afraid of the answer.

Kim hesitated, and in that moment, the world seemed to fade away-the noise of the city, the cars passing on the street, their own chaotic lives. "I didn't want to, and I thought if I pushed you away... it would be easier," he admitted softly, his eyes finally meeting Vegas's with a flicker of hope. "But maybe I was wrong."

A smile broke out across Vegas's face, lighting up the space around them. "So, there's a chance?" He stepped closer again, emboldened by Kim's admission.

"There's a chance," Kim said quietly, almost as if he were still coming to terms with the weight of his own words.

With a newfound resolve, Vegas brushed a finger along Kim's cheek, a lingering touch. "Then let's not waste any more time fighting it."

And with that, the night air shifted, carrying with it the promise of something fresh-a commitment to face their fears together, whatever it may bring. For the first time, they both felt a little lighter, a little freer, as they moved closer, embracing their connection amidst the uncertainty.

Vegas' heart racing as he reached out, brushing his fingers against Kim's arm, testing the waters.

"There's more than a chance," Kim confessed, a light of determination igniting in his gaze. "But you have to understand that I'm still... figuring this out."

"Then let's figure it out together," Vegas said earnestly, his eyes sparkling with possibility. "No more pushing each other away. We can take our time. I just don't want to miss this chance with you."

Kim took a deep breath, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease. "You mean it? You're really okay with... whatever this is?" His voice was barely above a whisper, as if the weight of the words could shatter the moment.

"Absolutely," Vegas said, the sincerity in his voice wrapping around them like a warm embrace. "I've wanted to tell you for so long, and I wasn't sure how. But pushing each other away isn't the answer. It never was."

"Maybe you're right," Kim admitted, his brow furrowing as he considered the road ahead. "We've been at each other's throats for too long. This isn't like those arguments we had. It's something... deeper."

It felt as if a dam had broken between them, releasing a flood of emotions that had been held captive for so long. Kim's initial anger was still there, but beneath it lay a foundation of something more profound-something that had always been simmering beneath the surface, like a fever waiting to break.

Vegas took a step forward. "So, what now?" His voice was a mix of hope and caution, a world of possibilities resting on the tip of Kim's tongue.

"I don't know," Kim replied, his eyes still locked onto Vegas's. "But I think I want to try. To see where this goes." He offered a hesitant smile, his walls slowly crumbling. "But we have to be honest with each other, no more pretending."

"Agreed," Vegas said, his smile widening, filling the space between them with unspoken potential. "We'll take it one step at a time. I'll be by your side. Just promise me..."

"What?" Kim murmured, curiosity piqued.

"Promise that you won't push me away this time," Vegas said, his voice soft but firm, a hint of vulnerability creeping in. "Whatever feelings come up, let's talk about them. I'd rather face it all than go back to what we were."

Kim nodded slowly, the thought settling warmly in his chest. "You have my word. I won't turn away anymore."

With that agreement hanging in the cool night air, there was a shift, an understanding that had transformed the way they viewed one another, a bridge that had been built in silence, now being traversed step by tentative step.

"Okay," Vegas said, breaking the stillness, leaning in again, tentative yet hopeful. "Can I kiss you again? This time you won't be surprised, right?"

A laugh escaped Kim's lips, lightening the atmosphere even further. "You can try."

And with that, Vegas closed the distance once more, capturing Kim's lips with his own, the kiss soft and uncertain, filled with the sweetness of fresh beginnings. It was a careful exploration-a dance of emotions where every brush of their lips spoke volumes.

As they pulled away, each of them lingered on the brink of what had been set in motion; the air around them hummed with possibilities, dreams weaving quietly in the spaces between their hearts.

"How about we get out of here?" Kim suggested playfully, breaking the spell. "I think we could both use a drink to celebrate this... new chapter."

Vegas chuckled, relief flooding through him. "I'd like that. Lead the way."

Together, hand in hand, they stepped out into the night, the world waiting ahead, bright and filled with promise.

[No.41. Bye now.]