🧡 The crafty hug 🦊 ✨️ KIMCHAY AU ✨️

16. The killer 🗡

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“I guess that…criminals…bad deeds…are always coming back to haunt you…” Kimhan whispers, staring at Porchay, still not awake.

He doesn’t know what Vegas will do with Lirmoy and he doesn’t care. He just ran here, again like the last time, though he could honestly say that he is his boyfriend.

His hand isn't moving on his own. He got hurt again.

Porchay got hurt and he is persuaded that this is all of his fault. He just played with life but life had a revenge to take on him. It felt mostly logical that with all the sadness, disappointment and heartbreaks he brought over people in his teenage years, he wouldn't be able to get a peaceful happiness.

Though he wouldn't mind if it wasn't touching Porchay. He felt like suffocating when he ran there and found Porsche crying in Kinn’s arms.

Anything could have happened. He was in surgery. Kimhan only knew some seconds after.

The moment he saw this red blood on Porsche and Kinn, he had mostly lose it. He still can't stand to think about it again. So vivid. So red. And yet out of his lover's body.

Deeds. Every deed has consequences. This sentence isn't leaving his mind and the fact that it really happened because of him is killing him softly.

Two times. Already two times.

Lirmoy didn't want anything more than to push Kimhan back into what he thought was his fate. He only wanted to have some fun before his death, to witness how much humanity is going to break down or to be saved thanks to love.

They were his laboratory.

They were a joke.

Kimhan isn't even angry about this, he is too focused on being absolutely harsh on himself.

It's all his fault.

Porchay is looking so pale. He might be as clear as this white sheet and he hates the fact that this one could have been put over his head if their brothers weren't fast enough.

Though they are thinking that they were too slow. They couldn't do anything at all, anything other than calling for help.

Lirmoy mostly won. Porchay is still trying to survive but the moment he will wake up, this violence will put shadows over his existence. He won't ever be the same.
Kim knows about it and even if he knows that he will be here for him, if he even allows this, he can't forgive himself.

Kimhan jumps in surprise when he hears a knock at the door.

“Yes ?”

Kinn is appearing. “Come outside please.”

His brother looks at Porchay, devastating at the idea that he has to not sit next to him even for five seconds.

“I am staying. Watching over him and calling you if anything happens.” Kinn smiles, taking his place.

“Thank you…” He whispers before walking out and watching Porsche at the end of the corridor, the small head of Saphyr pointing its nose.

The little boy looks frustrated and happy at the same time. He can't walk further inside of the hospital but he can't wait to see his uncle he was unable to reach for two days. It was a lot for little Saphyr who is so attached to Kimhan.

He hesitates. A lot. However he can't back down. Not at all.

“Kimmmmmmmmmm!” The little boy runs to him when he is close enough, hugging his legs tightly, as if he was scared that he would disappear again.