In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

26. Omega Drop ( pt9 )

Kim had barely moved from his spot all night, his back stiff and aching from the uncomfortable position he'd forced himself to maintain.

Porsche sat on the other side of the bed, his eyes heavy with exhaustion but unwilling to leave his brother's side.

He'd spent the night silently watching Kim, the weight of guilt pressing on his chest as he realized just how much Kim had taken on.

The silence broke when Kim reached for the damp cloth on the nightstand and gently dabbed it against Porchay’s forehead. Porsche’s voice was soft, tentative.

"You haven’t slept, have you?"

Kim didn’t look up. "Does it matter?"

"It does," Porsche replied, his tone firmer this time. "You can’t help Chay if you collapse."

Kim’s hand stilled for a moment before resuming its careful motions. "I won’t collapse. Not until he’s better."

Porsche sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Kim, Hell, I know you blame yourself. But—"

Kim’s head snapped up, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Porsche with barely restrained anger.

"You should blame yourself also," he spat, his voice low and trembling. "You’re his brother, Porsche. You were supposed to protect him. And yet, here we are."

The words cut deep, but Porsche didn’t flinch. He nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"You’re right. I failed him. And I will never forgive myself. Yet Kim you took advantage of innocence for what? Only to find nothing?" His voice wavered, but he forced himself to keep speaking. "But standing here and arguing isn’t going to change what happened. The only thing we can do now is focus on Chay."

Kim let out a sharp, bitter laugh, shaking his head. "You make it sound so simple. Like you can just walk in here after five days and suddenly everything’s fine."

"I’m not trying to make it fine," Porsche said quietly. "I’m trying to help. Whether you want me to or not."

Kim clenched his jaw, his eyes flicking back to Porchay. "He’s all... after maa, he showed me light" he murmured, his voice cracking. "Do you know what that feels like, Porsche? Having enemies twenty four seven on your back. I was only making sure? I feel like an asshole. I deserve to feel like a failure. Nonetheless, I love him, Porsche. I really do. I can fucking  burn this world for him, I can do anything. I am his Alpha. I fucking love him. My love for him. Don't ever question because that was never a lie"

Porsche hesitated, his heart aching at the raw vulnerability in Kim’s voice. "I don’t," he admitted. "But I can see how much you love him. And I’m not here to take that from you. I’m here because I love him too. He’s my brother, Kim. And he’s your everything. We can’t do this alone."

Kim didn’t respond, his hand trembling as he smoothed Porchay’s blanket. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words. Finally, Porsche spoke again, his voice soft but resolute.

"I see how much you’ve done for him, Kim. I’ve been blind to it before, but I see it now. And… I’m grateful." He paused, his throat tightening. "But if you keep pushing, you will go into Alpha rage soon. And Chay is too fragile for that. When he wakes up and find his Alpha is gone. Think how devastating it would be for him."

Kim’s shoulders slumped, the fight draining from him. He let out a shaky breath, his voice barely audible. "I, My ome..ga should not fe..el sa....d. He alre..ady is"

"You’re not letting go," Porsche said gently. "You’re just letting us help you carry the weight."

For the first time, Kim looked at Porsche—not with anger, but with something softer, something closer to understanding.